Him and their stars

As Tan Jize explained in his book, there is actually only a thin wall between the proletariat who have lost their jobs and the lumpen proletariat. Without systematic and forward-looking theoretical guidance, as well as the leadership of a strong worker-peasant organization, it is true that thugs will become rentiers, and they will also be the most reactionary group.

In fact, this is the reason why the Black Knee Gang, the largest local gang in Guye City, has more than doubled its manpower in just two or three years.

However, the leader of the Black Knees, John Black Knees, who is said to have a pair of star steel knees, has always been hostile to the increasingly large refugee camps on the outskirts of the city. He didn't feel at all that the gang's strength could be enhanced because of the arrival of the refugees, but he had always been very angry that the huge refugee camp was not under his control.

To put it bluntly, aren’t they all a bunch of bastards who have left their hometowns and come to us to beg for food? Why are you putting on airs here? If you are an untouchable, you have to act like an untouchable.

This bunch of stinky aliens wanted to steal our jobs, but they were unwilling to obey the instructions and take orders from our kind and just Uncle John Black Knees. They even built their own gangs and self-defense organizations to compete with our uncle. In the end, they were unwilling to do so. Damn it, isn’t this embarrassing for everyone?

Since these guys are really not prepared to die on their own, let us tell them who is the real master of the underground world in Lone Night City.

These bastard aliens have taken away our jobs and our homes. They are like rats that have multiplied into disasters and they should pay the price!

Not to mention, such a set of rhetoric is really in line with the thoughts of many unemployed workers. Once the resentment and resentment in their hearts is guided in a wrong way and breaks out, it will definitely expand into a twisted monster that is unimaginable to them.

However, if they really wait until they react, everything will be too late.

Just when Marius and the other important members of the ABC Club were taking the backbone of workers to the city hall to prepare a petition to the district government and parliament, a considerable number of slum workers, instigated by gangsters, had already Rushed to the refugee shanty town outside the city.

Therefore, from the beginning, the district government had a legal reason to suppress the demonstrators.

By the time the marchers approached the central square of the city, an entire division of heavy-weaponed police was standing ready. In addition, three divisions came from outside the city. The armored airship loaded with various powerful anti-personnel weapons has turned on the anti-gravity mode. Like a predator that chooses people to eat, it squats quietly in the sky, watching what appears in its field of vision with cold and bloodthirsty eyes. All prey within.

"Please put down your weapons and disband immediately. Go back to your homes, citizens." The armored airship emitted a smooth electronic sound, which sounded neither murderous nor courageous, just like an automated shopping guide in a shopping mall. Yes, but because of this, it is filled with a heart-stopping coldness.

"We don't have any weapons!" A stout worker leader stood out from the crowd and waved his banner at the armored airships and drones: "Do you care if this is a weapon? OK, that's a weapon! "

"Put down your weapons. Citizens, this is the last warning." The armored airship opened its gun door and continued to warn in a voice that was no different from an automatic shopping guide.

At the same time, the drone was also lowering its altitude little by little. As for the security team members who were standing guard in the square at the entrance of the City Hall and the Parliament Building, they also raised their anti-explosion shields, lined up like a tortoise shell formation in the cold weapon era, and pressed towards the people step by step.

Probably because they still have some doubts about the impact on the public, these security forces in the square must at least keep their appearance to the extreme.

But in fact, at the same moment, the armored airships on the outskirts of the city were already shooting at the "mobs" who were attacking the refugee camp, as well as the refugees who were "fighting each other" with the "mobs".

As for the backbones of the gangs, they have either been secretly recruited, or they have reached the refugee camps and started burning, killing and looting without restraint.

Self-defense groups formed by the refugees began to resist. They can't tell who is an unemployed worker and who is a gang member. All they knew was that they had lost everything, leaving only their wives, children, and children who had followed them across the galaxy.

Now, no one can protect them except themselves.

In the process of defensive resistance, it was inevitable to launch a counterattack into the slums.

In this way, the real rulers of Lone Night City had not even spent a penny, but the oppressed people at the bottom who should have been full of hatred for themselves had already started to vendetta against each other.

The airships above the square also issued the so-called third and "last" warning.

They seemed not to realize how long it would take to disperse hundreds of thousands of demonstrators, or rather, they deliberately did not want to know.

The combat AI in the airship felt that it had implemented the established warning procedure and could start the next step, so it began to throw stun bombs into the crowd.

Theoretically, this kind of weapon is designed to stun rather than kill, but to talk about the effect regardless of the dose is to be a hooligan. The energy of this weapon can logically bring down a strutting gray-maned lion. This is the local planet overlord of Olympus. He has the unique aggression and athletic ability of cats, but his body is as big as a rhinoceros. If such a shell hits a human being, how could it not cause a manslaughter?

What's more, when the cannonball explodes in the crowd, fear and panic will spread geometrically like a storm, eventually leading to huge chaos. Even if many people were not killed on the spot by the stun bombs, they would definitely die in the subsequent stampede.

At the same moment, security forces wearing power armor also rushed over carrying large shields and rubber clubs, beating the marching representatives holding banners at the front with clubs.

"Sure enough, Teacher Tan guessed it all." Marius among the crowd looked at the cruel and crazy scene in front of him, and he should have felt sad and angry. However, he didn't know why, but at this moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if he could unload a lot of baggage and hit the road with a new attitude.

"Mr. Gurafek!" Marius shouted the name of his comrade: "Go to Mr. Combefer. I have got all the weapons and put them in his car. There is also a safe passage. Wait for it. When it comes to weapons..."

"I know, we are fighting here! We cover everyone's evacuation!" Gurafik showed a chic and fearless smile, and responded with a thumbs up: "This is more exciting than a parade! If Andra was here, he would definitely regret not doing it sooner That’s what it’s done!”

Marius saw the determination in his comrade's eyes, and his chest was filled with a complex and awe-inspiring emotion, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

At almost the same moment, the "godfather" of the gang in Lonely Night City, John Black Knees, who had half a million gang members, also welcomed the arrival of the worker leader Andora with a very enthusiastic attitude. He said generously that the 10,000 most elite thugs under the Black Knees... ah no, the core hardcore brothers will definitely live and die together with the marching workers. We are all humble people struggling to survive in the dust, but at this time, we must also poke a hole in the sky.

"The iron feet of those big shots have stepped down from behind the high clouds and trampled on the dignity of all of us. Now, it's time to show them some color!"

The labor leader, who was only in his early twenties, looked directly at the gangster who was more than twice his age. In fact, in theory, he was still far from being a worker. He was just a member of the Deep Space Mining Group. Internship senior.

He was obviously just a helpless college student, but his eyes were full of firmness, fighting spirit and energy, making the gang boss subconsciously look away.

"You are willing to participate in our operation this time because you have your own demands, right? Mr. John, since you have said that the big shots above are the enemies, then why did your subordinates not rush to the square as originally planned? Instead of attacking the refugee camp?"

"Hahaha, in an operation of this scale, everything can't be perfect. I can't make all the brothers obey my orders 100%." ​​The gang leader looked at the other party's eyes like a knife blade and swallowed subconsciously. He glanced at his target with the corner of his eye, and when he saw the latter slightly nodding to him, he felt a little relieved and laughed loudly:

"Furthermore, brother Android, in addition to making the men in the cloud feel a little pain, after all, I also have hundreds of thousands of brothers who need to eat. I was right, I have to have my own demands. But..."

"Are you planning to make the refugee camp on the outskirts of the city your territory?" Andora smiled.

"I don't have such hope. Refugees who have left their homes will definitely stick together even for the instinct of survival. To be honest, this is why my Black Knees gang can develop to the scale it is today." John Black Knee simply gave up on himself and put on a candid look, saying: "But no matter what, when things have reached this point, we always need to find a place for everyone to vent their grievances. Of course, after this, there will inevitably be casualties among the refugees." It will be disastrous, and there will definitely be internal divisions. If there are several groups that yearn for a stable life and become peripheral gangs of the Black Knees, then my personal appetite will be satisfied."

Andra also showed a smile that understood: "In this way, the black gloves of your big shot can fully prove your ability! From now on, some things that are difficult for big shots to do can be left to you with confidence, yes How about this?"

John Black Knee couldn't help but look at his bodyguard again, and asked again with his eyes.

"Just him?"

"It's just him." The bodyguard replied with his eyes.

"No weapons?"

"Not armed."

The gang boss finally managed a smile: "You are joking. I have said before that we are all ants in the dust and should stand together."

"However, your way of living is different from what we thought. Mr. John, have you never wanted to change your way of living?" Before waiting for the other party to answer, Andrea sighed again and smiled self-deprecatingly: "That's all. , in fact, Mr. Tan taught us more than a month ago that the party group parasitic among the proletarians is actually more reactionary than the rentiers, but I always still have illusions. After all, you have a gun and someone in your hand, and it can be considered Watching me grow up...then, Father John, no, Mr. Black Knees, please come with me."

The gang leader was shocked by the momentum of the young labor leader, and subconsciously shrank his head and replied: "Go, where are you going?"

"Let's go to our ABC Club hall. Several leading figures in the refugee camp, Mr. Gru, Mrs. Kababa, Mr. Silverhand, and all the refugee representatives who have not lost their minds and are willing to know the truth are already here. And Reporters from Global Herald, Pioneer, Terra Times, and GNN News." Andra said.

John Blackknee finally reacted, and then showed an expression that said he was kidding me. He felt that this young man whom he had grown up with seemed quite smart. Why was he so unsmart now?

The largest gang leader in Lone Night City said that he did not want to deal with unintelligent people, so he glanced at his bodyguard:

"Nai makes special!"

The Highlander bodyguard standing at the door of the room immediately took out a dagger and showed a bloodthirsty and cruel expression. For a murderer like him, who is as ugly and twisted as his mind and appearance, his favorite thing is to wipe people's necks. Especially this kind of handsome and sunny pretty boy.

What he likes most is to see a handsome young man who can charm a group of little girls with his face, showing a distorted expression in severe pain and near-death despair.

But at this time, Andora smiled broadly: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that before coming here this time, I had already buried two tubes of ionic salts in my stomach."

John Blackknee hadn't understood what the other party was saying, but his Highlander bodyguard had already shown an expression as if he had seen a ghost, staggered back several steps, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang. The cruel and twisted expression had turned into obvious panic.

"Their controller is a new type of brain chip from the Alliance, which has now been buried in my own head. If I move the command a little bit, it will explode; if my pulse and heartbeat stop, it will explode; my brain activity will stop. , will also explode. In addition, I am not sure whether it will explode when I am unconscious or asleep." Android stretched out her hand and grabbed John Black Knee's wrist: "Dad John, things have developed to this point. This situation must come to an end. Just come with me and have a frank talk with everyone."

No matter how uneducated John Blackknee is, he still understands what an "explosion" is like. He doesn't even dare to struggle now. He just said: "Ann, Andrew, is there anything we can't discuss carefully? I see You grew up with me, your father, your grandfather and I are all friends. I, I even treated you to dinner last week."

"It doesn't matter. I'll treat you to dinner later, and you can also have hot pot." Android pulled the gang boss, who seemed to be unable to walk, straight out of the splendid club. A large group of heavily armed and vicious gangsters were all there. They could only disperse in fear, just like Moses parting the Red Sea.

...No, it’s actually more like the story Mr. Tan told me, about General Guan going to the meeting alone.

At this time, a very inconspicuous car parked on the roadside had opened its door. John Black Knee's head seemed to have finally come to his senses, and he couldn't help but loudly said: "And Mr. Tan, and that Mr. Tan, you must be talking about Mr. Tan Jize, right? The war is now in chaos, and there is turmoil everywhere in the city. It’s too unfriendly to two foreigners. Andrew, you don’t want anything to happen to him, right?”

Xiaomei was discharged from the hospital normally the day before yesterday. But I probably caught a cold after waiting for him to fall asleep in the courtyard. I had a fever yesterday, so I stopped updating.

Good news, I am back to normal today.

Look, I didn’t stop updating even when I took my little cat to the hospital. How good it is to you.