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Chapter 821 The Burning Sail

The night gradually fell on the southern sea area, and gradually deepened. At this moment, the distant Xifan Port has just ushered in dusk, and the hot fiery red seems to dry up the sea water.

There is no such thing as winter in places close to the equator. The workers on the pier finally breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the venomous sun sinking into the sea.

The sun has set!
After being busy a few days ago, the pier was empty for several days without a single boat.

Everyone has no work to do, and finally understands what it means to "prosper when one prospers, and all lose when one loses".

If Xifan Port really goes bankrupt, everyone will have to sell themselves back to the noble plantation.

Although the province of Borneo is a little bit better, you can live by eating dirt, but it is impossible for people to eat dirt all the time.

I can't grow any meat after eating that food, and the more I eat, the less energy I have, and the less energy I have, the more I can't do work. In the end, the whole family can only be buried in the soil in a vicious circle.

It is safe to eat it for two or three days a week, and it is acceptable for three or four days, but it is troublesome to eat it for five or six days.No one would eat like that unless it was a time of famine.

Fortunately, shipping has resumed recently, and people who have been idle for a long time have work again.

Thinking of Master Najib's promise to raise wages, everyone put in all their strength.

Their thinking is very simple, even a little "sincere".

The owner gave the money, and they can't make people suffer. They work slower than those slaves who grind foreign labor.

but--

Not everyone has benefited.

For example, the guy who carried Orissa's body a few days ago to stand up for his family.

Another example is those guys who are clamoring to raise their wages to ten dinars a day.

All of these people, without exception, were put on little shoes and entered into Mr. Najib's small notebook.

First of all, the labor registration office, in principle, only introduces jobs to honest workers, and those disobedient thorns can't be introduced if they can't, or they only arrange jobs with the lowest wages.

It was impossible to get back to the pier.

As for going to the steel and cement factories, that is also impossible.

After all, in any industry that can make money, the shareholders behind it are actually a kind of people.

Either the Willante or the nobles of the empire.

Under the link of interests, these people are extremely united.

And those freedmen who were blacklisted either waited for the notice at home, or went to do some excrement cleaning or other cleaning work.

And the positions they vacated were slowly replaced by other slaves who were promoted to freemen.

Anyway, there are many slaves in Borneo.

This is like a set of metabolic mechanisms, forming a perfect closed loop.

In this regard, Xifan Port is actually very similar to the previous Jin Gallon Port.

These leftover jobs are usually done by slaves, after all, there is no need to worry about them grinding foreign labor.

But for free people, it is impossible to support a family if they only do these jobs.

Some people tried to find the benefited laborers to help them, trying to pull them to unite again for common interests, and to have another non-violent non-cooperative strike, but they were avoided by the latter as a scourge.

They've got what they want.

Eight dinars a day is enough for them to live, and they didn't want much.

As for the guys who got left behind...

If you want to blame, blame them for being dishonest.

Besides, these guys who pick up manure, sweep the streets, and even have no work can't be regarded as "our own people".

How dare a guy who earns two dinars a day call himself a compatriot?
Overstep it!

In fact, at the beginning, they were embarrassed when they refused.

After all, they actually knew exactly how the dinar in their hands came from.

But later it was reported that the guys who led the trouble were all members of the Silvermoon Sect. When they were injured, many of them were bandaged in the Silvermoon Church.

Then there were rumors that Pastor Melgio sympathized with the Moon Clan.

Moon people!
That is the heart of the empire!

All the clues seemed to be "clarified". The troublemakers were instigated by the moon bandits, and they even took money from Laxi, and the exclusion of these people was immediately justified.

From a hero admired by all to a bear spurned by all, Isher sat in the church with a bandaged forehead.

It was the only place where he could find a moment of peace.

Najib's long stick team has not dared to provoke here yet, maybe it is waiting for an opportunity, maybe it is asking the master for instructions.And those guys who spit at the emblem of the Silver Moon Sect didn't dare to approach here because they were afraid of being mistaken for Moon Bandits.

It was he who carried Orissa's body to confront Najib ten days ago.

At that time, he was just passionate and felt that this could not go on, so he bravely stood up.

He had never seen Laxi at all, and it was impossible to think about it. After all, that evil spirit was thousands of kilometers away from here, not to mention that the invincible God of War, General Arayan, was fighting with that guy on the front line.

However, those people were sure that he met Lacy one night, and they swore that he had a long talk with that guy for several hours.

The scar on his forehead was still aching and seemed to be inflamed.

Melgio, who was wearing a robe, came over and asked the old nun beside him to help him remove the bandage, then applied alcohol to disinfect him, and then put on a new one.

The severe pain tormented Isher's consciousness.

However, compared with the physical pain, what made him unbearable came from the heart.

"...I don't understand why those people just don't understand...what happened to me today will happen to them one day, or to their children. Obviously, this is Najib's way to divide us. He is trying to instigate us to kill each other with a group of guys we have never seen before."

This typical drama appeared in "Boll the Awakened". The nobles in the inner city tried to buy Boll with a black card, and after the latter got the black card, he immediately showed his minions, trying to discredit the hero, fabricating his scandal with a prostitute, and instigating the residents of Boulder City to hate him...

It's just that the residents of Boulder City saw through the tricks of the inner city, and instead of trampling Boll under their feet, they united by his side and became the spark that dispelled the long night.

The climax of that novel is also here.

He still remembers the night when he heard this passage, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night.

"You're too anxious," Melgio sighed while helping him with the wound, "What seems obvious to you is still new to people here."

Isher frowned, trying to argue.

"Copol..."

Melgio interrupted him hastily.

"That's just a novel. A cannery worker named Sberg contributed to the "Survivor Daily" sub-journal. After all, it's not real history... How can you demand that people in reality are exactly the same as in the novel?"

"But Boulder City is definitely not in this novel." Isher said calmly, "I heard that Boll has a prototype."

Melgio fell silent.

Perhaps it was actually me who was anxious.

His original intention of running the "Silver Gospel" was just to teach the people here to read and write. People who learn to write will naturally write their own stories.

Just like Sberg, who used to be illiterate, he did write that earth-shattering article in the end.

Before that, Hal, the founder of "Survivor Daily", besides writing news, was nothing more than serializing some fruitless doggerel in the newspaper.

But now it seems...

It seems that I have done a bad thing.

He had no doubt that he was walking on the path guided by the Silver Moon Goddess, but he was too impatient.

"I've been there before, and you and the people there are...actually different."

Isher raised his head, looked at him puzzled and asked.

"Different?"

Melgio nodded.

"Well, they knew Poll was fake, but most of them believed he could be real, and wanted him to be real, so everyone became Pole. As for 'Ken,' they were a handful of them."

"You are actually smarter than them, but you use the wrong place. You also know that Bohr is fake, but you blame a fictional character why it is not real. How is this different from fishing the moon out of the water? Because the moon cannot be fished out of the water, it proves that the moon is fake."

"I believe he exists! I never thought he was fake!" Isher interrupted him and stood up excitedly from his chair, "More than that, I am willing to become him!"

"You are brave, but it doesn't make any sense...No one who stands with you believes it. It is destined to be dark around you, and the darkness is destined to be full of speculators. If you continue like this, you will either become a short-lived flame that burns out before dawn, or burn vigorously...But no matter what, your end will not be good, and the people here will not change anything."

Looking at him unbearably, Melgio continued speaking in a soothing tone.

"I don't want you to be too depressed. You are a good person, but I can only tell you that the time has not come. It has not been a year since Xifan Port was established, including you... It is only in the past two months that you have become free people, and most of the people here are still slaves."

"As for Boulder City, slaves never became the mainstream of their society from the beginning to the end, but only appeared in some farms outside the giant wall. During this period, countless refuges opened their doors to bring them the technology and ideas of the prosperous era, but even so, they still sank for a hundred years... Even before the dawn of victory, monsters like torches were indirectly brewed."

He also hates the Legion, or it should be said that no one doesn't hate those big noses.

Especially for the people in Luoxia Province, they are just like demons, they have done all the bad things.

However, after staying in Xifan Port for a few days, his thoughts changed slightly.

Discussing any issue cannot be separated from the background of the times. Of course it is not good to put people in cages, but if people are driven from a narrow cage to another cage that is slightly wider, it can still be regarded as a kind of progress.

Even if this slightly wider cage is still worthy of criticism, the fact of progress itself is worthy of praise.

Isher lowered his head and remained silent.

He was very grateful to the pastor for his free help. A poor man like him could not get such a precious thing as alcohol.

But it was clear that Mr. Melgio could not fully understand their pain.

Their life in the manor on the farm was no worse than when they were in Xifan Port.

Although they all belonged to the master's private property at that time, even if it was for the sake of the money bag, the master would not pick out a piece of furniture every day and drag it out to smash it.

And no matter how bad the master is, there is only one master. Most people have never seen what the master looks like in their entire life, let alone what kind of extravagant life he leads, so they can live in peace.

But in Xifan Port, it's another matter entirely. Those lords and the Weilante joined hands, wishing to beat and suck their bone marrow.

But now, they are not satisfied with this, and have even formed an alliance in private, so that a "stab head" like him can't find a job and is squeezed out everywhere.

No doubt they wanted him dead!
A gleam of hatred gradually appeared in Isher's eyes.

He has no way out.

Others would sell themselves as slaves at worst, but he can be sure that if he did so, that Najib would buy him and his family mercilessly, use his pain for pleasure, and then use his head to make an example to others.

He must do something!
He wasn't the only one who thought this way, but so did the other people sitting in the church.

They are different from those busy laborers on the pier, and their common beliefs have united them together.

Since they dare to stand up and speak out for Orissa, they dare to give it another go for the fate of their compatriots!
"...Thank you, Mr. Melgio, thank you for bringing us the teachings of the Silver Moon Goddess, teaching us how to read, and helping us bandage our wounds."

Melgio stared blankly at Isher, and noticed something unusual in those eyes.

The eyes blinded by hostility made him feel a little scared.

"What do you want to do."

Isher lowered his voice and said.

"To get back what is rightfully ours, before Najib and his clubs do it. We have to do it first... This is also for you and your church, our time is running out."

His voice was ambiguous, and he seemed unwilling to say too much. Obviously, he himself felt that this idea was unreliable, and worried that this church would be implicated.

It is precisely because of this that he needs to discuss with other like-minded people in another place.

Melgio looked at the man in astonishment, watched him stand up and walked to the door, and watched the other people in the church also stand up from the pews, and silently followed behind him.

In a blink of an eye, only some old men with bad legs and feet were left in the huge church, standing in the church and the old nun beside him.

"I'm worried that something will happen to them..." The old nun's eyes were filled with worry, and she looked at Melgio beside her, as if hoping that the latter would persuade them.

Melgio's face was also full of worry, and there was a trace of deep worry.

"I'm worried too...but what can I say? Pull him and tell him not to go? It's no use. They won't even tell me what they're going to do. I just hope he can come to his senses."

Of course, the worst thing is that those people drove them to a dead end.

Can he persuade these people to accept their fate?
With a slight sigh, Melgio lowered his eyebrows and silently drew an arc on his chest in prayer.

May the glory of the Silver Moon Goddess protect them, so that these lost lambs will not go astray...

This is the only thing he can do as a pastor.

……

Dusk sinks into the sea, and the night of Xifan Port will soon fall, and it is finally time for the shift.

There was a long queue at the entrance of the labor registration office, and the workers who had finished their shift were taking their wages from the window one by one.

The time for everyone to pay their wages is different, but it always ends on a full Monday.

Finally, he was in line, Govinda walked forward quickly, looked at the lion boy behind the counter with a flattering smile, and offered his hands respectfully.

Although this would not increase his wages by one yuan, he still did it subconsciously.

People like him, the staff here see thousands of them a day.

The young man didn't bother wasting time with him at all, counted four ten coins and two one coins and threw them on the counter, then continued to eat melon seeds.

Govinda quickly picked up the coins and counted them in his hands, but his eyes widened.

"Wait, why are there only 42 dinars!? I worked for a week, but I didn't take a day off. It should be 56 dinars. You gave me 14 less!"

The young man behind the counter gave the poor man a contemptuous look, and said impatiently.

"Whoever lacks your few dinars, your salary is so much. If you have any questions, ask Najib."

Govinda's nose was twisted with anger, and she pointed to the window while holding the coin tightly in her hands.

"How can you play tricks! We agreed to spend eight dinars a day!"

The young man didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and directly called the supervisor on duty here.

The supervisor on duty seemed to be very good at dealing with such things, and he yelled loudly before he got here.

"What's the noise? There aren't many boats these days, and it's not like you don't know it! Six dinars are good enough. Are you as busy every day as you were two weeks ago!"

Govinda was in a hurry, that was the wages he had fought so hard for, and this group of people turned their faces and refused!

Although six dinars a day was a lot compared to before, it made him feel like he had been slapped after working hard for a week.

"But... two weeks ago, we only worked for half a day and you gave us 8 pieces!"

The director said impatiently.

"If you don't like it, don't come tomorrow... What's this guy's name, circle him."

Upon hearing these words, Govinda immediately lost his temper, and his whole face was as white as snow.

"Don't, don't! I'll do it! I'll come tomorrow!"

The director made a fool of the young man behind the counter, and the latter put down the pen in his hand sensiblely, and showed a lenient look.

"Work hard, don't yell all day long, get out as soon as you get the money, there are still people queuing up here."

The director on duty waved his hand, making a move to chase away flies.

The surrounding laborers were silent, all of them dared to be angry and dare not speak out, for fear that they would be the idiots.

They have seen what happened to those moon bandits, and those people were beaten into untouchables.

Govinda walked out of the registration office disheveledly, looked at the shrunken coins in his hand, and glanced at the plaque behind him, and couldn't help but spat hard on the ground.

"Oh shit……"

If I knew it earlier, I should have listened to Isher.

He didn't dare to say this, but thinking about it in his heart was fine.

Dragging his tired body, he limped home, thinking about how to spend the considerable money in his pocket.

In fact, thinking about it, six dinars a day is not a lot, and the family's expenses are completely fine, maybe there will be some left over.

Just as he was thinking this way, there was a sudden bang behind him.

He was taken aback by the explosion, and turned his head subconsciously, only to see thick smoke billowing in the direction of the warehouse in the port area, and the explosion sound seemed to be coming from there.

He couldn't be more familiar with that place, after all, that's the place he goes to the most every day.

It was full of tea leaves and sugar, and some cotton or cotton cloth or something like that.

Or cement and steel.

Although cement can't be ignited, sugar is a tough thing, and there are also flammable materials such as cotton.

Govinda heard people's shouts faintly in the distance, and the commotion of footsteps.

"It's on fire! It's the warehouse district!"

"It's on fire!"

"Quick! Go put out the fire!"

burning up...

Seeing the fruits of his day's labor go up in flames, there was no panic on his face, but a gloating smile.

Well done!
Anyway, it's not his stuff, it's better to burn it more vigorously, and burn the whole port!
Thinking of this, he walked home briskly...

On the other side, Isher, who had just walked out of the church, and a group of believers also heard the explosion, and were stunned for a while.

Someone quickly reacted and said in a low voice.

"It's the warehouse district!"

"Could it be a fire?"

Realizing what might have happened there, everyone's faces suddenly showed relief expressions.

However, Isher frowned, and there was a trace of sadness between his brows.

"Don't rush to gloat, no matter who set the fire, Najib will definitely plant it on us."

It's not that he didn't want to set fire to the warehouse, and he thought about it more than once, but he gave up in the end.

Based on his familiarity with the terrain there, it is not difficult to do this, the difficulty lies in how to deal with the aftermath.

It was impossible for those Weilante people to reason with them, and in the end they would only cause their group to be hanged.

The correct approach should be to organize the laborers first, just like Ball and his fellow workers did.

Although this matter is difficult, it is not without chance, especially the stupid Najib seems to have healed his scar and forgot the pain, and cut off the wages of the dock workers.

As long as they are united enough, they will have the capital to compete with those nobles.

After all, the Willant people are here to make money, not to cause trouble for themselves.

Everyone also realized that this job might burn their bodies, and worried expressions appeared on their faces.

"What now?"

Facing those worried eyes, Isher had no idea, so he could only grit his teeth and say.

"Look at it first and then..."

……

At the same time, Margaret, who was picking and choosing at the bustling market in the port area, also heard the explosion, and involuntarily stopped and looked towards the direction the sound came from.

The stall owner also stretched his neck and looked over there, looking surprised at the rising black smoke.

"It's the warehouse area..."

Such a loud sound, could it be that the shell was ignited?

He vaguely remembered someone who said that Xifan Port stored some artillery shells transported from the west of Luoxia Province, which were withdrawn from the front by the Eastern Army and were going to be sent to General Aryan.

The people in the market looked at each other, whispering to each other, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

"Madam..." The darker-skinned maid standing beside Margaery said in a low voice, "The port is not safe recently, so let's go back quickly."

She also just heard that the port side bought another batch of slaves from a nearby manor, and it seemed that they were planning to use them to replace the thorns that had caused trouble before.

Although this matter has nothing to do with their family, recently there have been more poor ghosts loitering around the port.

Those people looked at them like wolves, and some people were doing some sneaky work. I heard that the prisons of the Security Bureau were almost full.

In just two weeks, the situation in Xifan Port has deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although conflicts have been accumulating since long ago...

"Well, let's go back early..."

Margaery nodded, handed the jewelry she was looking for to the maid to help her keep it, and then paid the stall owner, then took her daughter's little hand and set foot on the way home.

As Arman's wife, she was also born in a merchant family and was once a citizen of Triumph City.

She has the same keen sense of smell as her husband.

It was precisely because of this that when the explosion sounded, she immediately smelled something unusual from it.

She had a hunch.

Something big is going to happen here...

The group quickly returned to the house near the port area, which is probably the safest place in the entire port, but as the new year is approaching, they have recently become a little more relaxed.

Margaery noticed that several families were not there, and they probably returned to Triumph City.

Or, like her husband, she went to the far east to do that big business.

Standing in the entrance and taking off her boots, she suddenly thought of something while she was thinking, and said softly as she leaned down and looked at her daughter Ruby.

"By the way, Ruby, don't you want to play with Earl Sharma's youngest daughter?"

Ruby's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

"Well! I have an appointment with sister An Suya, and we will play hide and seek together next time we meet."

Margaery fondled her fluffy hair.

"Mom will take you there."

Ruby jumped up excitedly.

"Really?! How long are we going?"

Margaery thought for a moment, then said with a smile.

"Two weeks, Dad should be back by then."

……

With the sound of the explosion, the entire Xifan Port became restless.

The flame rose suddenly.

And in just 10 minutes, several warehouses spread.

The billowing smoke covered the sky and the sun, even the setting sun that was sinking into the sea was covered.

Najib's face was full of panic, his face was pale, his lips were blue and trembling slightly.

Looking at the dog legs who also looked blank, he roared at the top of his voice.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly! Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Those dogs with long sticks looked at me and I looked at you, all with bitter faces.

"My lord...the fire is too big, we only have this few people, we can't get in at all."

Najib shouted without thinking.

"Then get more people over here! Do you still need me to teach you!"

Seeing that Najib got angry, everyone didn't dare to stop immediately, and quickly rushed to those watching guys with sticks, half threatening and half tempting to force them to fight the fire.

Most of the people who can gather here to watch the excitement are freedmen who live closer to the port area.

These people are not all short-lived ghosts working as coolies on the docks, but some are citizens who do not have this decent job.

It stands to reason that Najib can't control these people, but he can't care so much when he is in a hurry.

Due to the lack of light or heavy sticks in the hands of these "long sticks", everyone reluctantly participated in the fire fighting work, and bucket after bucket of water was transported to the fire scene.

And with the help of the first group of people, the rest of the matter will be much easier to handle.

I have never seen such a big fire, and some unknown guys also joined in the fun and got involved.

These people don't care about money, they just want to have fun, but if you can expect them to do things beautifully, then don't even think about it.

Fortunately, the warehouse area is next to the sea, not far from the water source, and the busy tossing and tossing has also helped.

Looking at the people who were busy fighting the fire, Najib clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

These dog-like arsonists!

It's too much!

Obviously, this was done by someone familiar with the place, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence!
Several fires surrounded the sugar warehouse, so that an explosion occurred at the scene.

He swears!
Make sure to catch the villain who set the fire!
no doubt—

If he can't find that guy and give the Willant people an explanation, his master will definitely hand him over as a scapegoat!
Sweating profusely on his forehead, Najib already had a suspect in his mind, it must have been set on fire by members of the Silver Moon Church!
There is no doubt about it, only those guys have a motive for doing it!
After about five or six minutes, the fire brigade at the port finally rushed over.

This thing, like the post office, was brought over by the Willant people from Triumph City.

Those people drove over with a water truck, barked fiercely towards the burning warehouse, and brought the fire under control in an instant.

It's just a pity that those high-quality sugar and tea leaves were also soaked in soup.

Seeing the washed tea leaves, cotton cloths, and some unmelted sugar sand, the residents who were fighting the fire couldn't help feeling "compassionate", especially the poor ghosts who rushed over to join in the fun.

This is a good thing they can't afford to enjoy in their entire lives!
Although there was some mud and sewage, it was not a big problem for them who already ate mud.

At first, only one or two people rushed up to loot, but soon the chaotic crowd swarmed up like mice who saw the food.

Those buckets filled with water became the most sought-after items, and people stuffed them into the buckets when they saw what they wanted.

At first they just picked up the goods that were washed away by the water gun, and later the goods that were intact also suffered.Later, those unemployed workers also rushed in, and those who were not unemployed couldn't restrain the urge to take advantage.

They know where the most valuable containers are, and they know how to dig in and get them.

The clever people followed behind them, carrying boxes and bundles of cloth and fled.

The warehouse area was in chaos, as if half of the people in Xifan Port had rushed over.

By the time Najib finally realized that the situation at the scene had gotten out of control, it was already too late.

He shouldn't have mobilized the masses.

If the flames were allowed to burn down, at most a few warehouses would be burned before the fire brigade arrived, and it might not be able to cause such a large loss.

Compared to the sudden flames, these guys who looked like they were helping were the real locusts!

"Stop! Stop! It's all from the Willant people, don't kill you!"

Najib roared helplessly, commanding the long stick team under him to move forward.

However, those slaves carrying sticks looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to move at all.

To say the least, there are tens of thousands of people gathered here, and they are only in their early hundreds.

Without guns, relying on these sticks in hand, no matter how they fight, they will die faster on their side.

The fire brigade, which had brought the fire under control, tried to disperse the looting crowd with water cannons, but unexpectedly angered them.

In the chaos, whoever yelled, a group of people rushed up and overturned the water truck.

The Willant man who drove the water truck hid in the compartment and dared not come out, tremblingly calling for reinforcements on the walkie-talkie.

At this moment, the port guards finally rushed over.

About NO.50 people stood in a line at the gate of the warehouse area, which was almost the entire police force nearby!
They may not have thought that it was just a fire, so it was their turn to play.

The captain of the guard with the Ripper rifle on his back strode up to Najib, grabbed him by the collar, and roared with saliva flying all over the place.

"How is this going!"

Twice in two weeks, he had never seen such a useless agent—or foreman.

Of course, Najib couldn't say that all these guys came to put out the fire by himself, but they started to grab things after the fire was over, so he said immediately after turning his eyes.

"My lord, these mobs took advantage of the fire to loot, I can't stop them..."

Judging from the situation on the spot, this is indeed the case.

The face of the captain of the guard suddenly turned cold. Without a word, he picked up the rifle in his hand and aimed at the mob who was running home with a bag of sugar not far away, and there was a gunshot.

The bullet pierced the man's neck impartially, and blood spurted out immediately.

The unlucky fellow fell to the ground without saying a word, soaking in the puddle.

He probably wouldn't be able to figure it out until he died, why everyone was looting, but he was the only one who got shot.

The looting people around were also stunned. They didn't expect the Willant people to shoot and kill directly.

A person just stands in the warehouse area like this, running or not running is not right.

"Put down the stolen goods in your hands!"

The captain of the guard roared loudly, raised the rifle in his hand, and at the same time signaled his teammates behind him to load the bullets.

"Everyone stand still, raise your hands, let me see who dares to—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden "pop" gunshot in the distance.

It was also the sound of the Ripper's rifle, and the bullet drilled into his chest impartially.

The captain of the guard froze for a moment, only feeling a pain in his chest, and then blood gushed out from the wound and mouth.

Time seemed to slow down, his eyes widened, and he fell heavily into the arms of his comrades behind him.

Where did these guys get their guns? !
Is it—

Blood clogged his throat, and he couldn't speak a word, but of course he made a gesture ordering to fire.

In any case, those weapons must be taken back!
at all costs!
Seeing the unconscious captain, the guards behind him became furious instantly.

The scum!

How dare they kill their captain!

Pairs of furious pupils were filled with hatred. At this moment, there was no distinction between civilians and thugs in their eyes.

standing here-

They are all enemies!

"Enemy attack!"

"Ready to fight!"

With roars, they first quickly dragged the captain who had been shot and fell to the back of the bunker.

Then, under the order of the deputy captain, everyone decisively assumed a fighting posture and fired indiscriminately in the direction of the bullet.

Bullets whized and flew randomly in the warehouse area, killing and injuring countless people in an instant.

The young man holding the rifle he picked up hid behind the warehouse, his face pale.

He followed the group of laborers to snatch this thing from a certain warehouse where the ammunition was kept.

Those guys who ate the guts of the leopard directly knocked out the guards at the warehouse door and tied them up.

These rifles are much more valuable than those white sugars. I heard that they can be sold for a lot of money on the black market.

Originally, he just wanted to scare the gang of big noses who usually rode on their heads and let them see how powerful the rat people are, but he didn't expect to kill them with a single shot.

Things are obviously getting worse, there are corpses lying everywhere in the warehouse area...

Seeing the group of guards surrounding him, he instinctively wanted to slip away, but he heard a chug sound not far away.

The bullets whized past, and the fierce firepower actually pressed a group of guards behind the bunker, unable to even raise their heads.

The young man looked in the direction of the gunshots tremblingly, and saw a tall and thin man changing the magazines.

What he was holding was a "Blade" assault rifle!
This thing is much more powerful than the Ripper Rifle, and it can hit a shuttle with the trigger!

It is estimated that among the people who died in front were his relatives, the man was also red-eyed, and he spit on the ground.

"Damn it, run away! Our firepower is much stronger than these big noses!"

The roar was immediately echoed by others.

The person who originally planned to run away glanced at the gun in his hand, but changed his mind instantly.

Where can I run?

This is the province of Borneo. Even if they ran to the ends of the earth, they would be caught by those Weilante people.

It's better to learn from Na Laxi and use the barrel of the gun in your hand to create a piece of your own sky!

The evil ghost who was spurned by them a few days ago has become their comfort again at this moment.

Under the stimulation of the gunshots, the faces that were originally anxious gradually became hideous.

In fact, they are not timid, but they have been taught to suppress the attributes of beasts.

At this moment, the cage has been opened, and the beast locked inside has been released.

"Dog-speaking Willante!"

"Fuck their ancestors!"

"Kill them all!!!"

"Ahhh!"

The exchange of fire between the two sides became more and more intense, and for a while, no one could do anything to anyone.

Although the Weilante guards had rich experience in suppression, it was the first time they had dealt with such a difficult situation.

There are too many thugs standing near the arsenal, and people keep joining them.

Some of these people came to avenge their relatives, some of them were excited by the slogans of the thugs, and more of them fished in troubled waters and ran over to pick up cheap ones.

As long as there are guns in the past!

Even kids were allotted a pistol.

After dropping three corpses, the Weilante guards still failed to reach the entrance of the warehouse.

Lying on the back of the bunker, the deputy captain shouted while holding the walkie-talkie.

"The warehouse district needs reinforcements! Repeat, the warehouse district needs reinforcements!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a towed artillery pushed out from the door of the warehouse.

As the largest leased port on the west coast, Xifan Port has gathered all kinds of people.

The free people here are not only slaves who redeemed themselves, but also some veterans who retired due to injuries.

Most of these people served in the Gray Wolf Army before, and retreated here after being defeated in Jin Gallon Port.

They have received training from the Legion, so they are naturally familiar with how to operate this thing.

As for why these people helped these thugs, he couldn't figure it out.

In short, when he saw those people reloading the artillery, the face of the deputy captain changed instantly.

"Oh shit--"

As soon as he cursed, an orange-red tracer flew over and blasted at a position ten meters in front of him.

The air wave of the explosion sent him flying out of the bunker, killing and wounding the guards squatting around.

At the same time, the thugs guarding the gate of the warehouse area let out an excited cry.

"Pretty!"

"Blow up these bastards!"

"Reload! Quickly reload! Give that port a shot too!"

"What the hell! Don't waste time, deal with the guard in front of you first!"

A group of people dragged their feet out of the shell, and stuffed another high-explosive shell into the barrel.

In the distance, the police armored vehicle parked by the Willant people in the warehouse to eat ashes finally drove out, but when they saw the flattened 100mm artillery aimed at it, they were scared and withdrew back.

As if they realized that the troubles here were beyond their own ability, the Willant guards began to withdraw from the warehouse area one after another, as if they were planning to retreat to the port area.

A shell flew in the direction of their retreat, not only knocked down a few unlucky guards, but also collapsed the houses next to them, and many people fled out in embarrassment.

Screams and howls continued one after another, and these people were completely red-eyed.

They quickly selected the "leading wolf", and then they gathered together and shouted, calling on the brothers with guns to prepare to attack the port.

And those who were involved were reluctant, but instinctively moved closer to them.

The sky has changed.

No matter what they become, they have no choice but to be a little closer to those big guys.

At least, it won't immediately become a fish on the chopping board.

No one thought that a small fire would eventually evolve into this.

Whether it was the Willante, the nobles of the lion clan, or the free folk of Xifan Port, they were all stunned.

Perhaps too many coincidental factors came together, so that the powder keg full of fuzes exploded at once.

In short, this chaos can no longer be stopped...

Squatting near the warehouse area with a group of believers, Isher swallowed hard, and a trace of tremor could not help but appear in those brave pupils.

Up to now, he has not recovered from the series of changes in front of him, but there is only one thing that he is extremely sober.

There is no doubt that the gang screwed things up.

Although this is not entirely their fault, the troublemaker who set fire to the warehouse first, Najib who forced the onlookers to rush in to fight the fire, and the Willant who fired the first shot are all responsible, but it is meaningless to say these now.

Isher's Adam's apple twitched.

"This is troublesome..."

(End of this chapter)