Chapter 207: The High-Flying Capitalist

Wow~

The rain is getting heavier and heavier

In the dim light, raindrops fell in lines, like sharp swords falling from the dark dome.

In the center of the small square, a space was cleared at the location of the coconut tree street lamp, and five riot executors were roughly dragged on the ground by the soldiers of the first infantry company.

Drag them from the outside of the crowd to the center of the square and into the center of the survivors

At this moment, the besieged survivors once again became the besiegers

Under the tall coconut trees and street lights, there stood two teams of soldiers. One team was the internal security soldiers whose clothes were soaking wet and their muscles were visible, and the other team was the soldiers of the first infantry company who were fully armed and wearing jungle camouflage standard raincoats.

Apart from slightly different attire, the biggest similarity between the two teams of soldiers is that they both exude a chill.

If there is any unusual movement, they will open fire without hesitation!

The survivors looked at the scene in front of them with different expressions: numbness, indifference, anger, regret, fear, panic...

In this small square, it seems that all human emotions can be gathered together, and all kinds of life are played out here..

What does the internal security do?

This is the doubt of most survivors.

After what happened today, they have realized one thing.

The world has changed!

In the past, no matter how bad the quarrel was, my parents would only scold me a few times.

Now?

Not only beat, but beat to death!

So no one dared to speak before the situation was clarified.

Even if the clothes are soaked, even if they are cold and hungry, even if some people have fainted due to exhaustion

The survivors still showed enough patience

No noise or trouble

"There must be a reason why the inner guards do this!"

At this moment, everyone is more reasonable than ever before...

"Your Majesty!"

The distraught Wang Xiaomin was carried over by two internal security soldiers, who kicked him hard in the calf, causing him to fall into the puddle with both knees.

The audience and the protagonists are all here

The final judgment has officially begun!

Zhao Lei took the microphone and began his speech without any preparation, because anger was burning in his heart all the time and there was no need to brew it:

"Comrades! Survivors! Today! To be exact! Just a few hours ago!"

"There has been a shameless, barbaric, horrible insurrection!"

"This riot has turned the gathering place we painstakingly built into ruins! It has destroyed our place of hope!"

"Everyone, think about the period before today! Think about the period before the riot! What were you doing at this time?"

"He should have just finished his meal, right? He should be taking a walk, right? He should be bragging, right?"

"And now? What are you doing now?"

At this point, Zhao Lei's voice suddenly became louder, veins on his neck bulged, and he almost roared!

"Getting wet in the rain! Shivering! Feeling guilty! Huddled up in a group in a state of embarrassment!"

"Why would some of you be afraid? Because you know you are wrong!"

"Why is there anyone among you who is not afraid? Because he has no heart!"

Zhao Lei glanced around the room with his fierce eyes. After hearing this, almost no survivors dared to look him in the eye!

"How could you do this? How could you do this? They are soldiers who are protecting you with their lives! You! How could you have the heart to do this?!!"

"In this riot, 34 soldiers died! 14 were seriously injured and died! As many as 44 were left disabled!" Counting the casualties, Zhao Lei's hoarse voice sounded like a cuckoo crying blood!

"This is a heavy day! It is a day that the Internal Guard will never forget!"

After hearing this, the survivors on the scene regretted their decision, especially after hearing the shocking casualties.

Many people's first reaction is "Why so many?"

I just shouted a few times and made a commotion, how come so many guards died?

Recalling how the inner guards had protected these people from breaking out of the city and establishing this gathering place

Suddenly, everyone was filled with grief.

How did it become like this? Weren't we grateful to Neiwei in the past? Why are there so many negative emotions towards Neiwei in recent times?

Almost everyone subconsciously began to reflect on themselves.

But there are still a very small number of people who only worry about themselves.

After this incident, will the Internal Security continue to protect us?

Are you going to abandon us?

"So, who caused all this?"

When Zhao Lei asked this question, the whole place fell into chaos

who is it?

Is it me?

I squeezed into the crowd to watch the show! I just shouted a few times, it shouldn't be me!

Is it me?

I took action! But I hit other survivors, not me!

Is it me?

I did it! But I was deceived! It shouldn't have been me!

So who is it?

"These are the six people kneeling in front of you! They planned this riot for their own selfish desires!"

Zhao Lei's voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

The survivors breathed a sigh of relief

It's determined! It's not me!

Yes! These damn guys bewitched me!

The evil that was committed seems to have an excuse

Everyone is morally relieved

They quickly switched from being judged to being judges.

"Death to these damned conspirators!"

I don't know who shouted the first sentence.

"Yes! Kill them!"

"Shoot him! Shoot him!"

"Revenge for the fallen warriors!"

The survivors who had just woken up from their confusion a second ago seemed to have found their direction and immediately joined the crusade army.

Everyone was eager to convict the six people on the stage so that they would never be able to stand up again!

It seems that only in this way can we distance ourselves from evil.

They are the ones who do evil, not me,

"Hehehe..."

Facing the criticism from tens of thousands of people, Wang Xiaomin suddenly laughed, and her laugh was very ironic.

I do evil, what about you?

Is it just a tool?

boom!

Continuous gunfire rang out

The riot instigators, led by Wang Xiaomin, ended their sinful lives amid the curses of tens of thousands of survivors.

Those who play with people's hearts will not have a good end!

For the typical few people who were caught, death is not the end.

The end point is progress!

As soon as the six people died, the internal security soldiers immediately stepped forward and put the nylon ropes in their hands around the feet of the thugs one by one.

After everything was put on, a lean soldier from the first infantry company took the other end of the six nylon ropes and climbed up the coconut tree street lamp.

As a wireman, climbing poles is his specialty. He climbed up the coconut tree street lamp which was eight or nine meters high in no time.

He slightly adjusted the distribution angle of the six nylon ropes to ensure even force before sliding down by dragging the hung nylon ropes.

"Get ready!" Lu Chong ordered.

Every four soldiers have a rope, and their muscles are tense like tug-of-war, ready to go!

"rise!"

As soon as the words fell, the six nylon ropes that were loose a second ago suddenly collapsed.

Wow~

A huge pulling force was transmitted from the soldiers' hands to the corpse's feet through the nylon rope.

huh~

Six corpses scrambled to leave the ground and climb towards the top of the street lamp, wanting to be the first man to reach the top!

Boom~~

Six bodies hit the top one after another!