Your Talent Is Good; It’s Now Mine Chapter 234: The wheel of history

Under the city tower of Cape Gate, the patrol guard Lanz was next to the city gate, looking at the gradually darkening sky, estimating how long he would have to wait to change his shift.

From the name, it is known that Lanz has some relationship with the Lan family of the five major chambers of commerce. In fact, it is true. His uncle is the servant of the elder Lan family. The Lan family elder likes to smoke hookah. When he got old, he was bedridden all day long. His uncle served the Lan family elder well. orchid.

In Xuanzhu County, surnames can't be chosen casually, or you can take a common surname. They will even be called at the door and scolded, 'You are also worthy of the surname Ting/Jing/Lan', after all, surnames can clearly reflect the power of a personal family in this era.

You say your surname is Ting, go to the street to buy a sesame cake, cut the queue, and explain that the shop owner is even willing to add an egg to you, and the person who cuts the queue can only be angry and dare not speak.

That's how domineering.

However, this is only limited to small surnames that have not yet developed branches and leaves, such as Luo and Quan, the two Dongyang surnames, are not so particular about it. Of course, even if your surname is Luo Quan, you can't be looked down upon by others.

After Lanz changed his surname, he could use this identity to join the Lan Family Chamber of Commerce and be a buddy. Decided to visit the prison guard.

The patrol guard made a brief investigation and found that he was really related to the Lan family, so he let him in. Although it is said that the patrol guards are subordinate to the county governor's office, it is reasonable to say that the silver blood cannot penetrate, but in fact, there are many difficulties in operation.

For example, in the case of the Silver Blood Association, the county governor can't stand on the Silver Blood Association's head to make a fortune, otherwise there will be another case of the disappearance of the patrol guard.

Ordinary people make trouble, the patrol guards pass by, and the common people are gone.

The silver-blooded people made trouble, and the patrol guard went over, but the patrol guard was gone.

Therefore, there is at least one team in the patrol guards, which is composed entirely of silver-blooded children, and is specially used to solve the case of the Silver-blood Society.

But after all, the patrol guard is not as comfortable as his own family, and the clansmen will look down on taking refuge in the county government, so the 'give a face team' is often absent. But for people at the bottom like Lanz, this is a rare beauty.

I play every day, it doesn’t matter if it’s late, don’t go too far; when I’m on patrol, I can take whatever I want to eat, and when I see a good-looking girl, I can touch it; when I’m on shift at night, I can go to the gangster’s casino to play with my hands. They didn't dare to punish the guards, or a colleague suddenly made a fortune and asked them to go to Jinpanlu to play.

The days of the gods are nothing more than that.

Lanz's wish is to see the legendary Xiang Xuehai when he becomes rich, then he is also satisfied.

Lantz sighed, recalling the glorious past. At this time, a car drove into the Cape Gate, and Lanz just wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but the car hummed in, and he almost got hit.

"Bah, it's amazing to have a car." Lanz muttered and kicked the box next to him.

The yawning colleague next to him glanced at him: "Don't kick it, this is the goods of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Which Chamber of Commerce?"

"I don't know, it's the big chamber of commerce anyway. I saw the captain charged a lot of money."

Lanz clicked his tongue, his face full of envy and hatred.

This time is different from the past. Ever since that **** from the Jing family became the president of the Silver Blood Society, the patrol guard's nightmare has come.

First, when the navy was stationed in Xuanzhu County, the patrolling guards did not dare to wander around, for fear of offending the group of foreigners; then Jing Zhengwei asked the county governor to limit the scope of the patrolling guards' functions, and the patrolling guards suddenly From the previous rampant to the current guard dog, only allowed to patrol the inner city, not allowed to manage the affairs of the outer city.

You must know that in the inner city, all the patrolling guards are grandsons of turtles, and any one is qualified to use the patrolling guards as their own livestock!

Therefore, guarding the Cape Gate has become a sweet pastry, and the mud-legged patrol guards are required to patrol the inner city. Naturally, the issue of public security does not need to be controlled by patrolling guards, and those who are powerful and powerful will have bodyguards and guards when they go out.

The main job of the patrol guard is to wash the floor.

But in this way, the pocket money of the patrol guards will be much less. The level of the captain and director is not bad, but the usual bonuses of the ordinary patrol guards depend on each household knocking on the door.

"Oh, I really want to go to Xiangxuehai."

"Go, you can go there to eat Bawang meal, and then you will be sold to Hongyuhai the next day. A brother, I will definitely go to Hongyuhai to take care of your business."

"Fuck you."

Lanz scolded, and suddenly saw a group of people rushing towards the Cape Gate, impatiently throwing the stick in front of them: "Walk around, do you still want to go forward? It's a place for people to go up, you guys. What are these muddy legs going to do? You have to lick the dirty ground."

"That man killed someone!"

"Did a car get in just now?"

"He killed two children and ran away! Stop him quickly!"

Lanz digs his ears, takes out the earwax, glances at it, and flicks it away.

"Turn me off—"

"Fuck!"

Lanz raised the stick and swung it fiercely, aiming it at the head of the stout man standing at the front, hitting him with blood and screaming to the ground

"I tell you, don't cause me trouble." Lanz pointed at them with a stick horizontally: "Get out of here before I lose my temper, sir, or I won't be so polite later."

Lanz understands these scumbags very well. He only needs to beat the person who shouted the loudest and say a few harsh words, and the others will naturally disperse.

But this time is different.

Instead of leaving, those people gathered more and more. They picked up the beaten man and looked at Lanz and the other patrol guards in silence. Their eyes were like needles stabbing Lanz, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Look, look, look, you're not leaving, right? Well, I like to watch so much, I'll make you look good..." Lanz cursed and walked over, but was stopped by his colleagues next to him.

"Don't panic." The colleague pressed his shoulder: "It's not right."

It's very wrong.

There are more and more people blocking Haijiaomen Avenue. Some of them are idlers, some are workers who have heard the news, and more are ordinary residents nearby. The workers spoke loudly about the car owner's evil deeds, with hundreds of thousands of mouths discussing and cursing at the same time. The whispering voices turned into waves, which slapped this barrier, which symbolized the Xuanzhu class, one after another.

The other patrol guards quickly knew that something was wrong, and hurried over to block the Cape Gate together. Lanz hurriedly asked, "Where's the captain?"

"I will go to Xiangxuehai in the afternoon!"

"Gan! What should I do?"

"Anyway, don't let them go!"

Just when neither party knew what to do, a middle-aged man walked out, Lanz immediately shouted as if he had found a life-saving straw: "Old Hai, you are playing a ghost again, right? I knew it was You!"

Just as the workers are familiar with Uncle Hai, Lanz and other patrol guards are also familiar with him. Sometimes the workers' shops offended the guards, and most of them were made by Uncle Hai to make amends for them. Lanz alone had eaten with Uncle Hai quite a few times.

Lanz's impression of Uncle Hai is that of an extremely bullying persimmon. Now that the atmosphere is so tense, Lanz is of course overjoyed to meet such a soft persimmon.

However, unlike the cowardly smiling face that Lanz remembered, Uncle Hai's expression is now unusually indifferent and calm: "Lanz, let the patrol guards move away, we're going to find President Jing."

"Huh? Do you know what the **** you're talking about—"

Pop!

A small pebble flew from behind Uncle Hai, hit Lanz's forehead precisely, and smashed his head into a **** flower.

Lanz screamed and retreated to the end, and the other patrol guards quickly supported him, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "What do you want to do? Rebellion?"

"You dare to attack the patrol guard?"

"Presumptuous! Do you know what you are doing!?"

Uncle Hai said calmly: "Of course we know what we are going to do."

"We want a fair, a reasonable fair."

"There was a silver-blooded noble who killed two children and fled into the inner city. Therefore, we have to go in and find President Jing to preside over justice and let him kill for his life."

"It was just a stone just now, but behind me, there are thousands, tens of thousands."

"Patrol guard, get out of the way."

The sky begins to darken, and the sunlamps, which have absorbed all day's light, begin to glow.

On the street with continuous lights, there are tens of thousands of civilians in coarse clothes. Some of them are workers, some are ghost vendors, and some are even gang members.

They just heard about the murder of the silver-blooded nobles, and came here with the flow.

In the beginning, they all had the mentality of watching the show, but now they are very quiet.

They all want to see.

Will the Silver Blood Club give in?

"Impossible!"

Lanz held the wound on his forehead, stood up with the help of his colleagues, and scolded savagely: "None of you mud legs are allowed to enter the inner city! No one is allowed! No! Yes!"

Uncle Hai's face was gloomy: "Get out of the way, Lanz, you can't stop us."

"Can't stop? Well, then I have to try it. You, go to the barn to get the guns, hurry up and get the guns out! I'll stand here and see if you dare to rush in!" Lanz pointed at Uncle Hai with a stick, and blue veins appeared on his face: "Whoever dares to come over, give him a shot! We have plenty of bullets!"

The other patrol guards looked at each other in dismay, but Lanz slapped them with a stick: "Go get the guns! What are you afraid of? Are our patrol guards afraid of these untouchables, these mud-legged people who don't even have shoes? Come on! , fast!"

Lanz is definitely not a talkative person here. Usually, everyone's impression of him is that of an old fritter who likes to take advantage of small things. Many people saw him so mad and crazy for the first time. He was in awe, and subconsciously obeyed the order to get the gun.

Uncle Hai frowned and took a step forward: "Lantz, are you trying to court death?"

"You are courting death!" Lanz immediately pointed at Uncle Hai: "A group of **** also wants to turn themselves into masters? Dare to ask for justice?"

"I tell you, don't say that the silver-blooded nobles killed you two children, even if you killed ten, one hundred, one thousand, you all have to hold me back!"

"I really thought that with the arrival of the Navy, you would be able to go to the sky? I will die for you, but the Navy has already gone, gone!"

"Just wait. Tomorrow, the Silver Blood Society will send someone to take it back to the factory and the store. How much money you have taken these days, you will have to spit it out for me!"

"Mud legs will always be mud legs, and silver blood will always be silver blood!"

Hearing the commotion and panic behind, Uncle Hai secretly felt bad. This rhythm must not let Lanz continue to carry on. He immediately shouted with Aiki tactics: "Don't listen to his nonsense, President Jing will meet. Let everyone have a good life at all costs, never--"

"President Jing is right, he will do whatever it takes to make everyone have a good life, because you are the price!"

At this time, a patrol guard took down the gun, Lanz hurriedly loaded the bullet, and his face was cruel and cruel: "You are finished, finished! You dare to create a silver blood club, I tell you, stand here. I remember all of you, none of you can escape!"

With Lanz, a taunting follower who must attack first, nothing Uncle Hai can say can match his provocation.

"Lantz!" Uncle Hai looked at him with murderous intent: "You are just a small patrol guard, will the Silver Blood Society care about you? I tell you, even if we kill you, the Silver Blood Society will still Can't do anything with us!"

"Fart!" Lanz aimed at Uncle Hai with his gun, and said in a frantic tone: "I am the patrol guard! The patrol guard of the Silver Blood Society! When I die, you all have to be buried with me! All! The Silver Blood Society The rebels will never be spared, you all have to die!"

Lanz himself didn't realize that, although he complained about President Jing, was jealous of other silver-blood nobles, and was usually despised by silver-blood nobles, he was actually the one who cared about the silver-blood society the most.

The people at the bottom will never be able to reach the threshold of the Silver Blood Society and have no feelings for the Silver Blood Society; the upper-class people have long known that the Silver Blood Society is just like that, and they only have the idea of ​​using the Silver Blood Society; only Lan After all these hard work, they finally reached the threshold of the Silver Blood Society, but they were unable to join it, but the middle-level people who could divide the boundaries with the lower-level people were the most loyal radicals to the Silver Blood Society.

For them, the Silver Blood Club is their lifelong dream, the future they can strive to climb, and the existence they have been dreaming of for generations.

Even if they are being exploited by the Silver Blood Society, even if they are doing dirty work that the Silver Blood Aristocrats despise, and even if they resent the Silver Blood Aristocrats, they still can't stand the Silver Blood being tainted by the people at the bottom.

Even if it was a false, ugly dream.

It's also their dream.

"Lantz!" Uncle Hai's face became ruthless, and he charged directly towards Lanz.

He didn't intend to conflict with the patrol guard at first, but Lanz was too stubborn. If this continued, he might not wait for Jing Zhengwei to come and cause bloodshed.

As long as Lanz is subdued first, the other patrol guards will use their donkeys to get out of the way!

"How dare you rush over!"

Lanz aimed at Uncle Hai's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

However, the moment Lanz pulled the trigger, Uncle Hai was already evading.

The psychic intuition of warriors is enough to make them subconsciously avoid any shooting action that requires aiming.

However, in addition to Lanz, the fellow patrol guards next to him are also shooting Uncle Hai!

It's not a big problem, Uncle Hai can still easily change his body shape to dodge.

Bang! boom! boom!

Three gunshots?

When Uncle Hai turned his head and saw the gunman hiding at the edge of the crowd behind, a bullet pierced through his temple, bringing out a splatter of boiling blood.

It also took away his dreams.

That beautiful, right dream.

When Uncle Hai's body slammed to the ground, the Cape Gate suddenly fell silent.

Until a scream, the prelude to the night:

"Hai-Uncle-!"

Lanz smiled and said with joy: "Hahaha, this is against Silver Blood—"

Pop!

Suddenly there was a strong feeling of pushing back from behind. Lanz looked sideways and found that his colleague kicked his waist calmly.

"You—"

Before Lanz could say anything, he fell forward and fell to the ground. Just as he was about to stand up, his head was trampled on by a stinky foot full of mud.

"Who—" He just wanted to scold, but found Uncle Hai right in front of him.

Uncle Hai's vicissitudes, anger, and sadness were reflected in Lanz's pupils, making him slightly absent-minded.

"Avenge Uncle Hai!"

"Kill the dog!"

"The patrol guard fires the gun, fires the gun, and shoots the mob who attacked the patrol guard!"

"Suppress the riots!"

All of a sudden, the sound of gunshots, screams, scolding, and shouting and killing gathered together. Some bravely moved forward, others retreated weakly, and others were at a loss as to what to do.

Until a simple and clear slogan resounded through the night sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention:

"Burning Silver and Blood!"

A rough man stood on a nearby stone and shouted: "We killed the patrol guard, will Silver Blood let us go!"

"The Navy has left, and the Silver Blood will come back to manage the factory!"

"But as long as we burn the inner city, the county governor, and the Silver Blood Society, no one can stand on our heads again!"

"The Heyang Army is gone, and the Silver Blood Society is a paper tiger. Don't be afraid!"

"If they don't give us justice, we'll take it ourselves!"

"Fire! Burn! Silver! Blood! Will!"

For a time, everyone's inner trend was surging~IndoMTL.com~ recalled the darkness of Tingjia, the tyranny of Jing family, the bullying of various chambers of commerce, and bold ideas endlessly sprouted in their hearts.

If that's been the case from the start, they'd probably be in for it. But Uncle Hai and Yin Minghong gave them hope, but Lanz put the cruel reality in front of them and completely tore up their humble happiness. This is the most hopeless.

Because I got it, I don't want to lose it.

All kinds of thoughts collided fiercely in their minds, and their faces looking at the patrol guard became more and more fierce and angry, and even the light was distorted because of their mental agitation, folded like a Red ghostly light and shadow.

A patrol guard saw something bad, so he aimed at the rude man: "Don't listen to the instigation of the backlit elements, as long as you-"

Suddenly, dozens of men came running from the other side of the street, all of them holding burning wooden sticks, and the wooden sticks were wrapped with newspapers for lighting. They rushed towards the Cape Gate like a fire dragon and sang in unison:

"There has never been a savior!"

"Never rely on the fairy emperor!"

"To create the happiness of mankind—"

Walking at the front, Qi Bajiu threw the torch in his hand with tears and anger.

Dozens of torches spun and fluttered in the air, falling into the second-floor watchtower of the Cape Gate, illuminating the inner passage of the Cape Gate, and igniting the flags hanging outside the Cape Gate.

Qi Bajiu roared heart-wrenchingly, as if his soul was about to vomit: "It's all up to us!"

The torch ignited the goods in the passage, and with a bang, the Cape Gate was blown apart!