Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 179 The team was disbanded in a glorious manner. Liu Gou Guan was drunk, and Zhang Cheng and the others were also happy. After giving the order, the switch was turned off, and the entire black factory quickly began to boil in the darkness. The workers in the factory area were the first to be stunned after the gate was pulled, and they were also the first to wake up. However, they were slow to move in thick protective clothing, and they were in a dangerous production workshop. There were countless people ambushed outside. Under such circumstances, I could only listen to the immature shouts outside, and queue up to walk out of the workshop honestly. When they arrived outside the factory and saw clearly in the moonlight that their captors were just a group of underage men leading a large group of brats, the situation was no longer within their control. The clumsy workers were honestly escorted towards the back door with torches and wooden sticks with bright gun heads. There was a guard room that had been cleaned up long ago. If you squeeze in, you can still keep these people in. of. In the living area, a group of drunken security guards and fat-headed managers were no match for Zhang Cheng and the others. Occasionally, there were a few security guards who could still struggle to move and wanted to resist a few times, but Zhang Cheng found a stick and based on his own experience of being beaten, he specifically picked up the painful areas and beat them until they were rolling all over the floor. . The plan went unexpectedly smoothly. Zhang Cheng turned around and asked a spirited child who had been waiting for a long time and was already eager to try to go out to set off fireworks. This was the signal they had prepared. When they saw this signal, a large number of children would call the adults over and wait for the adults to pass. Here, the mission of the "Iron-Blooded Youth League" comes to a successful end. As for whether he received a slap or a reward in the end, Zhang Cheng didn't think about it. Anyway, he knew that he would definitely be beaten and locked up for a long time. When Zhang Cheng used his eyes that were not afraid of the dark and could see the dense traps in the black factory and the tightly wrapped production workers, he knew that he might be in trouble, but he still hoped that the members of the "Iron-Blooded Youth League" would It would take less beatings, and this newly formed team would not be disbanded immediately. Adults are very fast. Although the location of the black factory is relatively remote, the adults who did not relax their vigilance against the black factory were already alarmed when the "Iron-Blooded Youth League" started to toss and scream and arrest people. Some anxious people rushed to this place when they heard the noise. While running. After Zhang Chengrang set off the fireworks and sent the signal, the nearby villages and towns were like ants exploding their nests, with people from all walks of life rushing towards the black factory. Among these adults, no matter what position you hold during the day, whether you are secretary or director, as long as you know that your own children are making such a big noise in the black factory, they will all be anxious and anxious. At this time, these adults are no longer superior leaders, no longer the stable authority in the eyes of children, but anxious parents who are worried that something will happen to their children. Many of them began to regret it. They complained that they were slow to act, thought too much, hesitated, put off a very simple matter that urgently needed to be dealt with until now, and let a bunch of hairless children get into trouble rashly. Go up, if something unexpected happens or something happens, tell your family this way. Even if there is nothing wrong with one's own children, neither can those of other people's families. Many of the nearby farmers' families are related to each other, and if something happens to other people's families, it is basically the same as one's own. My heart was anxious, and I walked faster. The adults who were accompanying them soon gathered into a large group from all directions. The mammoth scene startled countless birds in the forest. The flashlight and firelight illuminated these anxious faces, mixed with the brief and determined conversations between them, making this group of adults' The team seemed more solemn and solemn as they marched. Viewed from a high altitude, there are winding lights and fires approaching from all directions of the black factory. The fast ones have already arrived at the edge of the black factory, while the slow ones are still gathering from various points in the villages. On the entire land, with the black factory as the center, a circle is formed that surrounds the black factory from all directions. The first group of people to arrive was headed by a middle-aged man. He is the head of the village where the black factory rents land, and he is also a father whose son joined the investigation team. When he learned that his son, together with a group of brats and half-grown men, had entered a black factory, his first feeling was dizziness. He knew the situation in the black factory. In addition to the fact that the black factory brought a "big leader" from above to inspect it at first, and then he was deceived into signing a land lease agreement by lies about promoting local economic and agricultural development. Later, after discovering that something was wrong with the black factory, this The village chief worked hard to collect evidence, contact relevant departments, and make preparations to eliminate this cancer in one fell swoop. But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. The ones who were supposed to be doing things hadn't taken action yet. Instead, a bunch of little brats who in their eyes could only make trouble stepped ahead and caused trouble. Now, it has happened. The neighbor child who heard the news proudly said that all the children in the neighborhood had participated. If it were not for being too young, he would have participated in the action instead of staying and waiting for the signal, and then reported the news to the adults. The village chief could hear the regret and pride of the snot-nosed boy directly from his words. Immediately afterwards, while holding the little kid in his arms and rushing away, he stumbled and pieced together the whole story of the incident from the conversation with the little kid. After learning all the plans of these daring boys, the village chief was shocked and his heart was in his throat. I was shocked because hundreds of children were brought together by a naughty kid less than ten years old to form a team, and then they secretly prepared for more than half a month, and made a game that, apart from being a little adventurous, looked like an adult. A somewhat feasible plan came out. Not only that, this "organization" can also implement the plan without telling all the adults. Although there are some adults who look down on the little kids and don't pay attention to their words and actions, this group of thousands of kids who have been organized can actually be perfectly controlled without being ostentatious or noisy. Based on this alone, the village chief would look at the leading naughty kid. And there is courage. When collecting evidence of the black factory, the village chief arranged for several militia cadres who had been demobilized from the army to investigate the situation. The village chief was still aware of the tight defenses in the black factory. Even if they were replaced, he would not be able to do anything in the black factory. To capture the entire factory in one fell swoop without causing huge impact or loss would still require a lot of effort and even requesting support from above. But now it seems from the words of the little kid in his arms that seeing the fireworks signal means that these little kids have successfully taken over the black factory, and the loss is not big, otherwise what they saw is not Fireworks, but the fire on the top of the mountain and the sharp whistle.