born criminal

Outside the high walls of Base No. [-], the elite troops of the United Nations are gradually gathering.The Mexican soldiers who were originally entrusted to station here gave up their camps, but gave up their rare holidays, temporarily pitched tents, and watched the battle from the sidelines.

The peace has been too long, and even a little smell of Mars can arouse their blood.

The UN operation this time was commanded by Colonel Luther. He was a burly black man who was politically neutral on the surface, but judging from the way he shouted aggressively to the base, he should not be too fond of natural born criminals.

The situation at Base No. [-] has reached a critical juncture. Facing the United Nations army, Governor Bernard has put on a tough confrontational stance.

Communications in the city have been paralyzed, and the United Nations has cut off the supply of goods. Base No. [-] relies on its previous inventory and a small number of local industrial enterprises to maintain the lives of residents and social operations.

Twenty-four hours later, the burly figure of Colonel Luther appeared on roadside billboards and residents' mobile phones, blaming and threatening.

And the only thing that greeted him was uninterrupted spit and curse.The few police forces in the city have been organized, holding weapons, and blocking the gate of the city.

On March 22, the gate of Base No. [-] was opened by Mexican soldiers. Colonel Luther held an old-fashioned gunpowder gun and pulled the trigger to the sky, firing the first shot of the war.The photographer present took pictures of this scene, and the photos went viral on the Internet. Residents all over the world watched excitedly, as if they were participating in a grand celebration.

Fortunately, amidst such fanaticism, there are still many rational voices.As one of the main writers of the "Daily Mail" today, Smith borrowed Locke's theory of the right to resist in "On Government" to describe the independence declaration of Base No. A series of laws, headed by the Segregation Act, discriminated against natural-born criminals.

"In a region with a sparse population, backward industry, and underdeveloped technology, it is very difficult to build an independent country. Base No. [-] did this to show a kind of determination..."

Although Smith understood Base No. [-] emotionally, he did not dare to publicly support independence. He could only use some writing skills to magnify the problem of discrimination and present it to the public.

In addition, the writers of the White Dove faction are not idle. While criticizing natural criminals, they also emphasize the unity and integrity of the country.Although they always love to oppress natural-born criminals, they obviously don't want to lose these "bad guys".

Smith's article was widely circulated and had a great influence. After reading it, Yangzhou sent him a message to express his appreciation.Smith was arguing with others on social software, and returned to Yangzhou with a wry smile in his busy schedule.

Yangzhou got up late that day, went downstairs after taking a shower, and faintly heard someone talking in the study, it seemed that he was still angry.

He didn't have an appetite for breakfast, so he asked Andrew for a cup of coffee, his eyes wandered to the study, "Fang Xing is here?"

"It came early in the morning." Andrew paused, and then reported the news that the whole world was paying attention to, "It is said that Base No. [-] is about to be overwhelmed."

This is inevitable. There are no regular soldiers in the No. [-] base, only the police and temporarily armed residents. It is already very impressive to be able to last for four days.

Yangzhou's eyes darkened, and he asked, "How about the casualties?"

"There were not many casualties in the United Nations, but the combat effectiveness of the No. [-] base was seriously damaged."

There was an intensified quarrel in the study, and the words could not be heard clearly, but the anger jumped out from the crack in the door.Yang Zhou's thoughts were interrupted, he let out an "oh" and didn't speak again.

After a while, Fang Xing came out of the study with a dark face, the blood vessels on his temples were throbbing, and the sword on his chin was dim.Seeing Yang Zhou, he didn't even bother to give a polite nod. He stared resentfully, grabbed his coat from the coat rack in the hallway, and slammed the door out.

"Fang Xing seems to want to support the No. [-] base, and he came to ask Chen Jian for something." Andrew approached Yangzhou, and analyzed in a low voice based on the few words he heard.

Yangzhou's heart skipped a beat, and somehow the shock was transmitted to his hands, causing the coffee in the cup to sway.

He still kept the truth about the genetic experiment from Andrew. Hearing what he said at this moment, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Seeing that his expression was different, Andrew was about to ask carefully, but Yang Zhou spoke first: "Can you think of a way to lure D3 away recently?"

Andrew thought for a few seconds, nodded and agreed, "He always said he was going to Eric for routine maintenance, and asked me to go with him."

Yangzhou said "Yes", and asked him to cooperate with him when the time comes.Andrew asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Verify one thing." Yang Zhou just said vaguely.

What else did Andrew say, Yang Zhou waved his hand and walked towards the study.He pushed open the door and saw Chen Jian standing in front of the only window in the study, blowing the cold wind, the khaki curtain fluttering, gently brushing his sharp side face.

Yangzhou stood quietly for a while, and said, "I already know what experiment you are doing."

Chen Jian still stared out of the window without looking at him, but frowned.

"Does Fang Xing want to use 'that thing'?" Yang Zhou walked slowly to his side, half a meter away, feeling that his breath could blow the ends of his hair, and subconsciously lowered his voice, "You agree?"

He is like a thief who is almost exposed, infinitely shrinking everything that can represent his existence, but the heart in his chest is unwilling, beating louder and louder, trying to attract someone's attention.

"Chen Jian." Yang Zhou said in a low voice as if begging, "Don't do stupid things."

Chen Jian lowered his head, turned his eyes to the left, and paused for a moment on Yangzhou's cotton plaid slippers.

Those were the slippers he bought, and they were on the carpet of his house.

Suddenly, his heart felt hot, and he turned to look at Yang Zhou seriously, peacefully, and with a bit of love and resentment that he couldn't hide.

Yang Zhou also looked at him, confused and persistent, not knowing what answer he wanted.After staring at each other for a while, Chen Jian suddenly pointed out the window, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly, "The winter jasmine is blooming."

Yangzhou looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a bright yellow cloud swaying in the breeze ten meters away. It really was a winter jasmine.Those little flowers are squeezed affectionately, adding the first touch of bright color to the bleak land.

Like the light and hope piercing the darkness.

On the afternoon of March 27, the gate of Base No. [-] was about to fall.Colonel Luther ordered the soldiers to make the final charge, and cursed: "Damn, it's really hard to chew. Where did they hoard so many advanced munitions?"

A few Mexican soldiers next to me heard it, looked at each other, and retreated to the corner tacitly.The weapons and equipment of the No. [-] base are naturally purchased through the garrison troops. This kind of gray transaction has existed between the two parties for many years. The relationship between the military chief and the power level of the base is very delicate and mutually beneficial, but it cannot be brought to the fore.

Seeing the retreat of the defenders at Base No. [-], the Mexican soldiers who were originally stationed here showed sympathy.Just as he was sighing in his heart, he suddenly saw the United Nations soldiers rushing to the front stop, and then the companions swarmed in unexpectedly, bumping into each other, and the formation suddenly became chaotic.

"What's going on?" Colonel Luther scolded angrily.

"Sir!" A sentry squeezed out of the crowd and saluted out of breath, "Civilian! Civilian!"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Colonel Luther slapped him away and walked forward quickly.

The well-trained soldiers quickly resumed their orderly formation and automatically made way for him.

When Colonel Luther walked to the city gate, he saw that the police and militiamen who had previously fought against them had already retreated completely. Standing in front of the city gate were rows of unarmed residents.Old, young, male, female, all remained silent, expressionless, only with deep hatred in their eyes, like a group of weird puppets.

One step further, that is massacre.

Colonel Luther watched this scene in horror. After a while, he murmured a few obscenities and put down the gun in his hand.

According to the provisions of the international law of war, both sides in combat must not intentionally harm civilians.The leaders of Base No. [-] took advantage of this rule to withdraw all the severely damaged armed forces, leaving only the residents to guard the city gate with flesh and blood.

"Fuck, fuck." Colonel Luther ordered the soldiers to stand by and return to the camp to initiate a communication with General Walker.

The "Daily Mail" photographer stepped forward and took pictures of this shocking scene.

There has been no gunpowder in the world for 80 or [-] years. This war has already attracted attention, but the unexpected move of Base No. [-] has added a spoonful of oil to the hot pot.

No one thought that this playful "independence" would really stump the United Nations, and no one thought that the residents of Base No. [-] would use such a method to defend the new country.

At the impromptu meeting of the United Nations Parliament, all the representatives discussed the situation and fought with each other, but no one dared to say the word "attack".The final conclusion is nothing new, nothing more than economic sanctions, continuous harassment, and a war of attrition.

Bernard calculated that these "civilized people" would not dare to openly disobey the law of war, and risked making the decision to allow civilians to defend the city. However, Base No. [-] actually relied on this, strangling the unrelenting offensive of the UN troops.

In the next few days, the war fell into a stalemate. Although the United Nations soldiers harassed them with smoke bombs, flash bombs, and irritating gases from time to time, they did not cause much damage. Instead of guarding in front of the city gate, the United Nations troops were unable to move forward for a while.

The major media rushed to report on the progress of this matter, and there were new commentary articles on the Internet every day. Some people sang praises and others sang dirges.After reading the report, many citizens believed that Base No. [-] currently had the upper hand, especially the residents of several other bases, who taunted the United Nations and tentatively called out "independence".

The demonstrations at Base No. [-] have become more and more frequent in the past few days. Chen Jian stared at the message sent by the secretary on his mobile phone and sighed slightly.

"You want to go out?" Seeing that he was fully dressed, Yangzhou thought he would finally have the opportunity to explore the secret passage of the study room, but Chen Jian glanced at him and said, "You go with me."

His tone was calm, and Yangzhou was used to sarcastic remarks, so he felt a little uncomfortable for a while, he hesitated for a while before he refused: "What are you going to do? I... it's not convenient."

"Now you know how to draw a clear line?" Chen Jian sarcastically said, and then explained, "Go and see the excitement."

Chen Jian drove on a small road.

On the way, Yang Zhou asked, "Did Bernard use civilians to block bullets, did he come up with it himself?"

This method is actually extremely dangerous. Today, when human rights are highly valued, it is impossible for non-ruthless people to think of it.If it weren't for the fact that the No. [-] base had just become independent and the residents were still excited, it would be difficult to implement it successfully.The right time and place, coupled with a leader who is good at manipulating people's hearts, made the mantis arm of the No. [-] base a worthy car.

Chen Jian lazily turned the steering wheel and said, "No."

Yang Zhou was stunned for a moment, suddenly panicked, there seemed to be a springboard in his throat, and there was a sentence flipping up and down, but he couldn't play it.

Chen Jian guessed what he was thinking, and his face was tinged with anger, "You think I told him?"

Yang Zhou didn't make a sound. Just a moment ago, this thought did cross his mind, but he suppressed it with all his strength.Afraid of hearing Chen Jian's answer, he was about to change the topic when he heard the other party say "not me" in a disdainful tone.

Yangzhou's tense strings were instantly loosened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fang Xing figured it out." Chen Jian turned a corner, intending to go around through the back door of the government building.The shouts of the parade crowd could be heard faintly in the car, and he found an inconspicuous place to stop, just in time to see the crowded crowd in the distance.

Seeing that he didn't intend to get out of the car, Yangzhou also sat still.

"How long do you think Base No. [-] can last?" Chen Jian asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Yang Zhou raised his final voice, with some doubts, paused and then regained his composure, "I thought you had great confidence in them."

Chen Jian made two "huh" and fiddled with the button on the car door with his left hand.The window panes went up and down, and the bright sunlight flickered along with it. "According to your experience, when will the United Nations begin to be shameless?"

Knowing that it was not the right time, Yangzhou still showed a fleeting smile because of his description. "It's hard to say, a week, half a month, it's possible."

Both of them were silent, and the dignified atmosphere spread, like the surface of a lake slowly freezing at zero temperature, gradually covering the small space.

"Will someone die?" Yang Zhou asked in a flat tone.

After a long while, Chen Jian said "Yes".