You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

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, we know that Lanz has something to do with the Lan family of the five major chambers of commerce. In fact, it is true. His uncle is the servant of the 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 taken casually, or it’s okay to take a common surname, but if you find that you are a scumbag who dares to take the surname of a big chamber of commerce, people will think that you are in a relationship, or even be called by you. Calling on the door and scolding 'you are also worthy of the surname Ting/Jing/Lan', after all, surnames can clearly reflect the power of individual families 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.

It is so domineering.

However, this is only limited to the 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 become a buddy. Criminal 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 go over, and the ordinary people are gone.

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

Therefore, there is at least one team in the Sentinel Guard, which is composed entirely of silver-blooded disciples, and is dedicated to solving the cases of the Silver-blood Society.

But after all, the patrol guards are not comfortable with their own family, and they will look down on the clan when they join the county government, so the 'giving a face team' is often absent. But for people at the bottom like Lanz, this is a rare beauty.

Every day, it doesn’t matter if it’s late, don’t go too far; take whatever you want to eat when you’re on patrol, and touch a pretty girl when you see a good-looking girl; you can go to the gang’s casino to play both hands when you’re on shift at night, they don’t dare Hang Xun Xunwei, or a colleague who suddenly made a fortune, asked them to go to Jinpanlu to play.

The days of the gods are nothing but the same.

Lanz's wish was to see the legendary Xiang Xuehai when he became rich, and he would be satisfied.

Recalling the glorious past, Lanz sighed. 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 around, this is the goods of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Which chamber of commerce does it belong to?"

"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.

Today 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 those outsiders. Then Jing Zhengwei asked the county governor to limit the scope of functions of the patrolling guards, and the patrolling guards suddenly changed from the previous ones. Rampage has become 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 anyone 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.

However, 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's 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 a stick in front of them: "Walk around, do you still want to go forward? It's a place where people go up, you muddy legs. What do you want to rush in? You have to lick it clean."

"That man killed someone!"

"Did a car get in just now?"

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

Lanz dug his ears, took out the earwax, glanced at it, and flicked it away.

"Shut me off—"

"Fuck!"

Lanz raised his 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, don't you go? Well, I like to watch so much, I'll make you look good..." Lanz scolded and walked over, but was held back by his colleagues next to him.

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

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 we do?"

"Anyway, don't let them pass by!"

Just when neither of them 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're doing the trick again, right? I knew it was you!"

Just like 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 was unusually indifferent and calm: "Lanz, let the patrol guards move away, we're going to find President Jing."

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

Snapped!

A small pebble flew from behind Uncle Hai, hit Lanz's forehead with precision, and smashed his head with blood.

Lanz screamed and retreated to the end. The other patrol guards quickly supported him, their expressions suddenly changed, and they cursed loudly: "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're going to do."

"We want a fair one, a fair one."

"There was a silver-blooded nobleman who killed two children and fled into the inner city. So, 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, and behind me, there are thousands, tens of thousands."

"Patrol guard, get out of the way."

The sky began to get dark, and the sunlamps that had absorbed the light all day began to emit light.

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 then came here with the flow.

At the beginning, they all had the mentality of watching the show and watching the lively, 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 with a ferocious expression: "None of you scumbags 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 it? 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 said with The stick pointed at Uncle Hai, with blue veins 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 gun! What are you afraid of? Are our patrol guards afraid of these untouchables, these mud-legged people who don't even have shoes? Quick, quick! "

Lanz is definitely not a talkative person here. Usually, everyone's impression of him is that of an old fritter who loves to take advantage of small things. This is the first time for many people to see him so rude and crazy, and other patrol guards are shocked by his aura. , 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 garbage also wants to turn themselves into masters? Dare to ask for justice?"

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

"I really thought that when the Linjun came, you could go to the sky? I'll die for you, but the Linjun has left, let's go!"

"Just wait. Tomorrow, the Silver Blood Association will send someone to take it back to the factory and the store. How much money you guys have taken these days, you'll have to vomit 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 loudly with Aiki tactics: "Don't listen to his nonsense, President Jing will do anything at all costs. Let everyone have a good life, 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 quickly loaded the bullet, and his face was cruel and cruel: "You are finished, finished! You dare to make a silver blood club, I tell you, the people standing here are me Remember, none of you can escape!"

With Lanz, a mocking follower who must attack first, Uncle Hai can't say anything that can match his provocation.

"Lantz!" Uncle Hai looked at him with a murderous look on his face: "You are just a small patrol guard, would the Silver Blood Society care about you? I tell you, even if we kill you, the Silver Blood Society will not be able to take us. How about it!"

"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! I am dead, you all have to be buried with me! All! The Silver Blood Society will never Let go of those who rebel, 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.

People at the bottom will never be able to reach the threshold of the Silver Blood Association for a lifetime, and they have no feelings for the Silver Blood Association; the upper-class people have long known that the Silver Blood Association is all about it, and they only have the idea of ​​using the Silver Blood Association; only Lanz costs these fees. The middle-level people who have finally reached the threshold of the Silver Blood Society with all their hearts, but are unable to join it, but can divide the boundaries with the lower-level people, are the most loyal radicals to the Silver Blood Society.

For them, the Silver Blood Meeting is the dream they have been striving for all their lives, the future they can strive to climb, and the existence that 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 Nobles despise, and even if they resent the Silver Blood Nobles, they still can't stand the Silver Blood being tainted by the people at the bottom.

Even if this is a wrong, ugly dream.

It is also their dream.

"Lantz!" Uncle Hai's expression became ruthless, and he rushed towards Lanz.

He didn't plan to clash with the patrol guard at first, but Lanz was too stubborn. If he continued like this, he might not be able to 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 avoiding him.

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

However, in addition to Lanz, his fellow patrolmen next to him were also shooting Uncle Hai!

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

boom! 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, correct dream.

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

Until a scream opened the curtain for the night:

"Hai-Uncle-!"

Lanz showed joy, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, this is against Silver Blood—"

Snapped!

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 was about 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 this dog!"

"The patrol guards fired their guns, fired their guns, and shot the mob who attacked the patrol guards!"

"Suppress the riots!"

All of a sudden, there was a mess of gunshots, screams, shouts, and shouts of killing. 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 Club!"

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

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

"But as long as we burn down the inner city, the county governor's mansion, and the Silver Blood Society, no one will be able to stand on our heads again!"

"Heyang Army is gone, the Silver Blood Club is a paper tiger, let's not be afraid!"

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

"Fire! Burn! Silver! Blood! Yes!"

For a time, everyone's inner trend was surging. UU reading www.uukanshu.com recalled the darkness of the Ting family, the tyranny of the Jing family, the bullying of the various chambers of commerce, and bold ideas endlessly sprouting in their hearts.

If it had been like this from the beginning, they might have accepted their fate. 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.

It is precisely because I have obtained it that I do not 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, and it appeared like a red ghost. of light and shadow.

A patrol guard saw something bad, so he aimed at the tyrannical man: "Don't listen to the instigation of that backlit man, 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!"

"It doesn't depend on the Immortal Emperor either!"

"To create the happiness of mankind—"

Qi Bajiu, with tears and anger all over his face, threw the torch in his hand with all his might.

Dozens of torches spun and danced in the air and fell 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 piercingly, as if he was about to vomit his soul: "It's all up to us!"

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