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Chapter 820 Burning Sail

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Night gradually fell over the southern sea, and gradually became darker. At this moment, the distant Xifan Port had just ushered in dusk, and the hot fiery red seemed to dry up the sea water.

There is no such thing as winter near the equator. Seeing the scorching sun sinking into the sea, the workers on the dock finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun has finally set!

After being busy the past few days, the pier has been empty for several days without a single ship.

We all had no work to do, but we finally realized what it means to be "all prosperous, and all suffer losses".

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

Although Borneo is a bit good, you can live by eating dirt, but people cannot eat dirt all the time.

You won't gain any meat from eating that food, and the more you eat, the less energetic you will be, and the less energetic you will be, and the less able you will be to work. This vicious cycle will lead to the whole family being buried in the soil.

It's safe to eat two or three days a week, and acceptable for three or four days, but it's a bit troublesome to eat it for five or six days in a row. No one would eat like this unless it's a time of famine.

Fortunately, shipping has recovered somewhat recently, and people who had been idle for a long time have work to do again.

Thinking of Mr. Najib's promise to increase wages, everyone worked hard.

Their ideas are very simple, even somewhat "simple".

When their boss gives them money, they can't let others suffer. They work even slower than those slaves who work for foreigners.

but--

Not everyone benefited.

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

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

All of these people, without exception, were slipped into small shoes and entered Mr. Najib’s little notebook.

First, there is the labor registration office, which in principle only introduces jobs to honest workers, while those who are disobedient will not be introduced if they can, or they will only be assigned jobs with the lowest wages.

It was impossible to get back to the dock.

As for going to steel plants and cement plants, that is also a fantasy.

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

Either a Velantian or a noble from the empire.

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

Those freedmen who were blacklisted either waited at home for notification, or went to do some excrement cleaning or other cleaning work.

The positions they vacated were slowly taken by other slaves who were promoted to freemen.

Anyway, there are a lot of slaves in Borneo.

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

At this point, West Sails Harbor is actually very similar to the former Golden Gallen Harbor.

These scrap jobs are usually done by slaves, after all, there is no need to worry about them working as foreigners.

But as a free citizen, it would be impossible to support a family just by doing these jobs.

Some people tried to find help from those workers who had benefited, trying to get them to unite again to fight for common interests and conduct another non-violent non-cooperation strike, but they were evaded by the latter like wild beasts.

They already got what they wanted.

Eight dinars a day was enough for them to live on, and what they wanted was not much.

As for the guys who were left behind...

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

Besides, these guys who carry excrement and water, sweep the streets, and even have no work to do can't be considered "one of our own".

A guy who earns two dinars a day dares to claim that he is his compatriot?

You've overstepped your bounds!

In fact, they were embarrassed at first when they refused.

After all, they actually know exactly where the dinars in their hands came from.

But later it was reported that the troublemakers were all members of the Silver Moon Sect. When they were injured, many of them were bandaged at the Silver Moon Church.

Then there were rumors that Pastor Melchior sympathized with the Moon Tribe.

People from the Moon Tribe!

That's a worry for the empire!

All the clues seemed to be "clear". The thorns in the trouble were instigated by the moon bandits, and they even accepted Lacy's money. The exclusion of these people was immediately justified.

From a hero admired by millions to a bear despised by millions, Yin Shel, with a bandage on his forehead, sat in the church with a depressed look on his face.

This is the only place where he can get a moment of peace.

Najib's long stick team doesn't dare to provoke this place yet, maybe they are waiting for an opportunity, maybe they are asking for instructions from the master. And those guys who spit at the Silver Moon Sect's emblem don't dare to do it because they are afraid of being mistaken for the moon bandits.

Close here.

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

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

He had never seen Lacy at all, and it was impossible to think about it. After all, that evil ghost was thousands of kilometers away from here, not to mention that the invincible God of War, General Alaya, 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 and the guy talked for several hours.

The scar on my forehead is still aching, it seems to be inflamed.

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

The severe pain tortured Yin Sheer's consciousness.

However, what was more unbearable than the physical pain came from his heart.

"...I don't understand why those people just don't understand...what happened to me today will one day happen to them, or to their children. It's obvious that this is Najib's way of dividing us.

, he is trying to use a group of guys we have never seen before to instigate us to kill each other."

This typical drama appeared in "Boer the Awakened". The inner city nobles tried to bribe Bol with a black card, but after the latter showed the black card, he immediately showed his minions, trying to discredit the hero and fabricate the story between him and him.

The prostitute's scandal instigated the residents of Boulder City to hate him...

However, the residents of Boulder City saw through the tricks of the inner city, and instead of trampling Boer under their feet, they united around him and became the spark that dispersed the long night.

The author of that novel is also here.

He still remembered that the night he heard this passage, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep the whole night.

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

Yin Sheer frowned and tried to argue.

"Kebol..."

Melgio interrupted hastily.

"It's just a novel, a cannery worker named Sperger's contribution to the Daily Survivor sub-issue. It's not real history after all... How can you ask people in reality to be exactly the same as in the novel?"

"But Boulder City is definitely not in this novel, right?" Yin Sheer said calmly, "I heard that Bol has a prototype."

Melgio fell silent.

Maybe the one who is anxious is actually himself.

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

Just like Sperger, who was once illiterate, he finally wrote that earth-shattering article.

Before that, Hal, the founder of "Daily Survivor", besides writing news, he only serialized some nutritious limericks 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 have been there before, and you and the people there...are actually different."

Yin Sheer raised his head, looked at him puzzled and asked.

"no the same?"

Melgio nodded.

"Well, they know that Bohr is fake, but most people believe that he can be true, and sincerely hope that he is true, so everyone becomes Bohr. As for 'Ken', among them

There are very few among them.”

"You are actually smarter than them, but you are using it in the wrong place. You also know that Bohr is fake, but you blame a fictional character for why it is not real. What is the difference between this and fishing for the moon out of water? Because water

The moon inside cannot be fished out, so it proves that the moon is fake."

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

"You are brave, but it makes no sense... No one standing with you believes it. Your surroundings are destined to be dark, and the darkness is destined to be filled with speculators. If you continue like this, you will either become

A short-lived flame will burn out before dawn, or it will burn vigorously... But no matter what, your end will not be good, and the people here will not change anything."

Yu Xin couldn't bear to look at him, and Melgio continued in a gentle 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 yet. It has been less than a year since the establishment of Xifan Port, including you...it has only become a free citizen in the past two months.

, and most of the people here are still slaves.”

"As for Boulder City, slaves have never become the mainstream of their society from beginning to end. They only appeared in some farms outside the giant wall. During this period, countless shelters opened their doors to bring them the technology and ideas of the Prosperity Era, but even so

They have still been sinking for hundreds of years...even before they ushered in the dawn of victory, they indirectly created monsters like the Torch."

He also hates the Legion, or I should say no one doesn't hate those big noses.

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

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

Discussion of any issue cannot be separated from the context of the times. It is certainly not good to put people in cages, but it can still be regarded as a progress if people are driven from one narrow cage to another that is slightly more spacious.

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

Yin Sheer lowered his head and remained silent.

He was very grateful to the pastor for his free help. A poor guy like him couldn't get such precious things as alcohol.

But it was obvious that Mr. Melgio did not fully understand their pain.

Their life on the farm was no more miserable than it was at West Sails.

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

And no matter how bad the master is, there can only be one. Most people have never seen what that master looks like, let alone what kind of luxurious life he leads, but they can live in peace with each other.

But it was a completely different story in West Sail Port. The lords and the Wilantes joined forces and wanted to suck out all their marrow.

But now, they are not satisfied with this, and have even formed an alliance in private, so that "thorny heads" like him cannot find a job and are ostracized everywhere.

There is no doubt that they want him dead!

Yin Sheer's eyes gradually revealed a trace of hatred.

There is no escape route for him.

The worst case scenario for others is to sell themselves as slaves, but he can be sure that if he does this, Najib will buy him and his family without mercy, use his pain for pleasure, and then use his head

Come kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

He must do something!

He was not the only one who thought so, but also other people sitting in the church.

They are different from the busy workers on the dock. Their common beliefs have united them.

Since they dare to stand up and speak out for Orissa, they dare to give it a try again for the fate of their compatriots!

"...Thank you, Mr. Melgio, for bringing us the teachings of the Silver Moon Goddess, teaching us how to read, and dressing our wounds."

Melgio looked at Yin Sheer blankly, and noticed something abnormal in those eyes.

The eyes covered with anger made him feel a little scared.

"What do you want to do."

Yin Sheer lowered his voice and said.

"To get back what belongs to us, before Najib and his sticks take action. We must take action first... This is also for you and your church, our time is running out."

His voice was vague, as if he didn't want to say too much. It was obvious that he himself felt that the idea was unreliable and was worried about implicating the church.

It is precisely because of this that he needs to change places to discuss with other like-minded people.

Melgio looked at the man in astonishment, watched him stand up and walked out the door, and watched other people in the church also stand up from the benches and follow him silently.

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

"I'm worried that something will happen to them..." The old nun's eyes were full of 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 also a hint of deep worry.

"I'm worried too...but what can I say? Hold him and tell him not to go? It's no use. They won't even tell me what they plan to do. I just hope he can wake up on his own."

Of course, the most inappropriate thing was those people who completely drove them to a dead end.

Could he persuade these people to accept their fate?

Sighing softly, Melgio lowered his eyebrows and silently drew an arc on his chest to pray.

May the light of the Silver Moon Goddess protect them and prevent these lost lambs from going astray...

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



Dusk has sunk into the sea, and night will soon fall in Saifan Port. It is finally time to hand over the shift.

There was a long queue at the door of the labor registration office, and workers who had turned in their shifts were collecting their wages from the window one by one.

The time for everyone to pay their wages is different, but they are always paid on the same Monday.

Finally finding his place in the queue, Govinda walked forward quickly, looked at the lion tribe guy behind the counter with a flattering smile, and offered his hands respectfully.

Although this would not increase his salary by one dollar, he still did it subconsciously.

The staff here see thousands of people like him every day.

The young man didn't bother to waste time with him. He counted four coins with a face value of ten and two coins with a face value of one, threw them on the counter, and 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!? I worked for a week, but I didn't take a day off. It should be 56 dinars, but you gave me 14 less!"

The young man behind the counter looked at the poor man with disdain and said impatiently.

"Who is short of your few dinars? Your wages are only so much. If you have any questions, ask Najib."

Govinda's nose was so angry that he clenched the coin tightly in his hand and pointed at the window.

"How can you cheat! We agreed on eight dinars a day!"

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

The head teacher on duty seemed to be very good at dealing with this kind of thing, and he started shouting at the top of his voice before he even got here.

"Why are you so noisy? There aren't many ships these days, and you don't know it! 6 dinars would be good. Are you as busy every day as you were two weeks ago?"

Govinda was anxious. It was the wages he had finally earned, but these people actually turned their backs on him!

Although six dinars a day was higher than before, it made him feel like he had been slapped in the face after working hard for a week.

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

The director said impatiently.

"If you think it's too young, don't come tomorrow... What's this guy's name? Lock him up."

As soon as he heard these words, Govinda lost his temper and his whole face turned as white as snow.

"No, no! I'll do it! I'll come tomorrow!"

The director gave a hint to the young man behind the counter, who put down the pen in his hand sensibly and acted leniently.

"Do a good job, don't yell all day long, and go out as soon as you get the money. There are still people queuing up here."

The director on duty waved his hand as if to shoo away flies.

The surrounding workers were silent, and none of them dared to speak out, for fear of being the first to show off.

They had seen what happened to those moon bandits. Those people were beaten alive and became untouchable.

Govinda walked out of the registration office in a hurry. He looked at the shrunken coins in his hand and then at the plaque behind him. He couldn't help but spit on the ground.

"Oh shit……"

If I had known earlier, I should have listened to Yin Sheer.

He didn't dare to say this out loud, but if he thought about it in his mind, it wouldn't be a big deal.

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

In fact, if you think about it, six dinars a day is quite a lot. The family's expenses are completely covered, and maybe there will be some left over.

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

The sound shocked him. He turned around subconsciously and saw thick smoke rising in the direction of the warehouse in the port area. The explosion seemed to be coming from there.

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

It was filled with tea leaves, sugar, and some cotton or cotton cloth.

Or maybe cement and steel.

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

Govinda heard people's shouts and commotion in the distance.

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

"It's burning!"

"Quick! Go put out the fire!"

It's burning...

Seeing that the fruits of his day's work were burned, he didn't have any panic on his face, but instead showed a gloating smile.

Burn well!

It’s not his stuff anyway, so it’s best to burn it more vigorously and burn down the entire port!

Thinking like this, his steps home became brisk...

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

Someone quickly reacted and spoke in a lowered voice.

"It's the warehouse district!"

"Is there a fire?"

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

However, Yin Sheer frowned, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows.

"Don't rush to gloat. No matter who set the fire, Najib will definitely blame us."

It's not like he didn't think about setting fire to the warehouse, and he thought about it more than once, but 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 Vaillant people to reason with them, and in the end they would only cause their own group to be sent to the gallows.

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

Although this matter is difficult, it is not impossible, especially since the stupid Najib seems to have healed his scars and forgotten the pain, and cut off the dock workers' wages again.

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

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

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

"Now what?"

Facing those worried eyes, Yin Sheer had no idea in mind and could only grit his teeth and say.

"Let's take a look first and then talk..."



At the same time, Margaery, who was shopping at the bustling market in the port area, also heard the explosion and involuntarily stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

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

"It's the warehouse district..."

With such a loud sound, could it be that the cannonball was set on fire?

He vaguely remembered hearing someone say that there were some artillery shells shipped from the west of Luoxia Province stored in Xifan Port. They were withdrawn by the Eastern Army from the front line and were ready to be sent to General Alaya.

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

"Madam..." The dark-skinned maid standing next to Margery said in a low voice, "The port is not very safe recently, we should go back quickly."

She only heard that the port had bought a group of slaves from nearby manors, seemingly intending to replace the thorns that caused trouble before.

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

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

It has only been two short weeks, and the situation in Saifan Port has deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although conflicts have been accumulating for a long time...

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

Margery nodded, handed the jewelry she was interested in to the maid and asked her to help collect it. Then she paid the stall owner, then took her daughter's hand and started on the way home.

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

Like her husband, she has a keen sense of smell.

It was precisely because of this that when the explosion sounded, she immediately smelled an unusual smell.

She had a premonition.

Something big is going on here...

The group quickly returned to the house near the port area. This is probably the safest place in the entire port, but as the new year is approaching, there has been some relaxation recently.

Margery noticed that several families were not there, probably returning to Triumph City.

Or just like her husband, go to the far east to do that big business.

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

"By the way, Ruby, don't you want to go and play with Count Sharma's little daughter?"

Ruby's eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Sister Ansuya and I have made an appointment to play hide and seek together next time we meet."

Margery touched her fluffy hair lovingly.

"Mom will take you there."

Ruby jumped up excitedly.

"Really?! How long are we going?"

Margaery thought for a moment and said with a smile.

"About two weeks, dad should be back by then."



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

The flame rose suddenly.

And in just ten minutes, it spread to several warehouses.

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

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

Looking at the losers with equally confused faces, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Why are you just standing there! Why don't you go put out the fire!"

Those bastards with long sticks look at me and I look at you, they all have sad faces.

"Sir...the fire is too strong. We only have so many people and we can't get in."

Najib shouted without thinking.

"Then find more people! Do you still need me to teach you?"

Seeing that Najib was angry, everyone immediately did not dare to stop. They rushed towards those watching the fun with sticks, half threatening and half tempting them to put out the fire.

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

These people are not all short-lived ghosts working as coolies on the docks, there are also some citizens who have decent jobs.

Logically speaking, Najib cannot control these people, but in desperation he can't care so much.

Because these "long sticks" had neither light nor heavy sticks in their hands, everyone reluctantly participated in the fire-fighting work, and bucket after bucket of water was transported to the fire scene.

But 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 uninformed guys also joined in the fun.

These people don't care about money, they just want to have fun, but don't even think about how beautifully they can do things.

Fortunately, the warehouse area is close to the seaside and not far from the water source. A lot of busy work has had some effect.

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

These idiotic arsonists!

This is too much!

Obviously, this was done by someone who is familiar with this place, otherwise it wouldn’t be such a coincidence!

Several fires were set around the warehouse where the sugar was stored, so much so that an explosion occurred at the scene.

He swears!

The villain who set the fire must be caught!

No doubt——

If he can't find that guy and give an explanation to the Weiland people, his master will definitely hand him over as a scapegoat!

Hot sweat broke out on his forehead, and Najib already had a suspect in his mind. It must have been the believers of the Silver Moon Church who set the fire!

There is no doubt that only those guys have the motive to do this!

After about five or six minutes, the port fire brigade finally arrived.

Like the post office, this thing was brought over from Triumph City by the people of Wilant.

Those people drove the water truck over and shouted loudly towards the burning warehouse, and the fire was under control in a short time.

It's just a pity that the fine sugar and tea leaves were also soaked in the soup.

Seeing the washed tea leaves, cotton cloth, and some unmelted sugar sand everywhere, the residents who were putting out the fire couldn't help but feel "compassionate", especially the poor people who came to join in the fun later.

.

This is a good thing that they can never afford in their lifetime!

Although there is some mud and sewage on it, it is not a big problem for them who already eat mud.

At first, only one or two people rushed to grab it, but soon the chaotic crowd swarmed up like rats seeing 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 only picked up the goods that were scattered by water cannons, but later the intact goods were also damaged. Then the unemployed workers also rushed in, and those who were not unemployed couldn't help but take advantage.

impulse.

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

The smart people followed them and fled carrying boxes and bundles of cloth.

The warehouse area was in chaos, as if half the people in Saipan Harbor had come running over.

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

He should not mobilize the masses.

If the flames were allowed to burn, at most a few warehouses would be burned before the fire brigade arrived, which would not necessarily cause such huge losses.

Compared with the sudden flames, these guys who look like they are helping are the real locusts!

"Stop! Stop! Those are the things of the Weiland people. I don't want to kill you!"

Najib roared helplessly and directed the long stick team under his hands to move forward.

However, the slaves carrying sticks looked at each other and did not dare to move at all.

There are at least tens of thousands of people gathered here, and they are only over a hundred people.

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

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

In the chaos, someone shouted, and a group of people rushed forward and overturned the water tanker.

The Wilant man who drove the water tanker hid in the carriage and did not dare to come out. He shivered and used the intercom to call for reinforcements.

At this moment, the port guard finally arrived belatedly.

About fifty people stood in a line at the entrance of the warehouse area, which was almost the entire police force nearby!

They probably didn't expect that it was just a fire, so it would be their turn to play.

The guard captain carrying the Ripper rifle strode up to Najib, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted with spittle flying everywhere.

"How is this going!"

He could mess up twice in two weeks. He had never seen such a useless agent - or foreman.

Of course, it was impossible for Najib to say that these guys were called to put out the fire by themselves, but they just started grabbing things after the fire was put out, so he rolled his eyes and said immediately.

"Sir, my lord, these thugs are taking advantage of the situation and are looting. I can't stop them..."

Judging from the situation at the scene, this is indeed the case.

The guard captain's face suddenly turned cold. Without saying a word, he picked up the rifle in his hand and aimed at the mob running home not far away carrying a bag of candy. A gunshot rang out.

The bullet hit the man's neck without any bias, and blood spurted out immediately.

The unfortunate guy fell to the ground without saying a word and soaked in the puddle.

It is estimated that he will never understand until his death why everyone was looting, but he was the only one who got shot.

The people looting around were also stunned. Unexpectedly, the Weilant people directly shot and killed people.

A person is just standing in the warehouse area. It doesn't matter if he runs or doesn't run.

"Put down your stolen goods!"

The guard captain shouted loudly, raising the rifle in his hand and signaling to his teammates behind him to load the bullets.

"Everyone stand still and raise their hands. Let me see who dares to-"

Before he could finish his words, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance.

That was also the sound of the Ripper's rifle, and the bullet penetrated his chest without any bias.

The guard captain was stunned for a moment, only to feel a pain in his chest, and then blood poured 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?!

Could it be——

Blood clogged his throat, and he couldn't say a word. Of course, he still made a gesture to order to fire.

No matter what, we must get those weapons back!

at all costs!

Seeing the unconscious captain, the guards behind him instantly became furious.

These scum!

How dare they kill their own captain!

A pair of angry children 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 one after another, they quickly dragged the captain who was shot and fell to the back of the bunker.

Then, under the order of the deputy captain, everyone decisively assumed a fighting stance and fired indiscriminately in the direction from which the bullets came.

Bullets were flying in the warehouse area, killing and injuring countless people in a matter of seconds.

The young man holding the rifle he picked up was hiding behind the warehouse, his face turned white.

He followed the group of workers to snatch this thing from a certain warehouse where arms were kept.

The guys who took advantage of the leopard's guts directly knocked out the guards at the warehouse door and tied them up.

These rifles are much more valuable than sugar, and I heard they can be sold for a lot of money on the black market.

He originally just wanted to scare the big noses who usually rode on top of them and let them see how powerful the rat tribe was, but he didn't expect that he shot the person to death.

Things were obviously getting serious. Bodies were lying everywhere in the warehouse area...

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

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

The young man looked tremblingly in the direction of the gunfire and saw a tall and thin man changing the magazine.

What he held in his hand was a "Blade" assault rifle!

This thing is much bigger than the Ripper Rifle, it can shoot a bunch of shots just by pulling the trigger!

It is estimated that some of the people who died in front of him were his own relatives. The man's eyes were red and he spit on the ground.

"Damn it, what a fool! We have much more firepower than these big noses!"

This roar was immediately responded to by others.

The person who originally planned to shoot took one look at the gun in his hand and changed his mind in an instant.

Where can I go by running?

This is the province of Borneo, and even if they run to the ends of the earth, they will still be caught by those Wilantes.

It's better to learn from Narashi and use the gun in your hand to create your own world!

The evil ghost they had spurned a few days ago had now become a source of comfort in their hearts.

The faces that were originally worried gradually turned ferocious under the stimulation of gunshots.

In fact, they are not timid, but they have been trained to suppress their beastly attributes.

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

"What a dog calls a Wilant man!"

"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 the other.

Although the Weirant guards have rich experience in suppression, this is the first time they have dealt with such a difficult situation.

There were too many thugs guarding the arsenal, and people kept joining them.

Some of these people came to avenge their relatives, some were driven to their passions by the slogans of the thugs, and most of them were just fishing in troubled waters and running to pick up the bargains.

As long as you have a gun in the past!

Even children are given a pistol.

After leaving behind three corpses, the Valantian guards still failed to reach the entrance to the warehouse.

Lying behind the bunker, the deputy captain held the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"The Warehouse District needs reinforcements! I repeat, the Warehouse District needs reinforcements!"

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

As the largest charter port on the West Coast, West Sail Port gathers all kinds of people.

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

Most of these people had served in the Gray Wolf Army before and retreated here after suffering a defeat at Golden Gallen Port.

They have received training from the legion and are naturally familiar with how to operate this thing.

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

Anyway, when he saw those people loading the artillery, the deputy captain's expression changed instantly.

"Oh shit--"

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

The air wave from the explosion pushed him out of the bunker, and the guards squatting around him were instantly killed and injured.

At the same time, the thugs guarding the entrance to the warehouse area let out an excited shout.

"pretty!"

"Blow these dogs to death!"

"Reload! Reload quickly! Give the port a shot too!"

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

A group of people slowly removed the shells and stuffed another high-explosive bomb into the barrel.

In the distance, the police armored vehicle parked in the warehouse and gathering dust by the Weirant people finally drove out, but when they saw the flat 100mm cannon aiming towards it, they were frightened and pulled back.

As if they realized that the trouble here was no longer something they could handle, the Wilante guards began to withdraw from the warehouse area one after another, seemingly planning to retreat to the port area.

A shell flew in the direction of their retreat, not only knocking down a few unlucky guards, but also destroying the houses next to them. Many people escaped in embarrassment.

Screams and howls were heard one after another, and these people were completely bloodthirsty.

They quickly selected the "alpha wolf", then gathered into a group and shouted, calling on the brothers with guns to prepare to attack the port.

Although those who were involved were reluctant, they still instinctively moved closer to them.

The sky has changed.

No matter what happens, they have no choice but to stay a little closer to those big men.

At least, it won't immediately become fish meat on the eucalyptus board.

No one expected that a small fire would eventually turn into this.

Whether it was the Willant people, the Lion Clan nobles, or the free people of Sailsport, they were all stunned.

Perhaps too many coincidental factors came together to cause this powder keg filled with fuses to explode in no time.

In short, this chaos can no longer stop...

Squatting near the warehouse area with a group of believers, Yin Sheer swallowed hard, and a hint of trembling could not help but appear on his originally brave face.

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

There is no doubt that these people messed up.

Although this is not entirely their fault, the perpetrators who set the warehouse on fire first, Najib who forced the onlookers to rush in to put out the fire, and the Wilant people who fired the first shot are all responsible, but now let’s talk about this

It has no meaning anymore.

Yin Sheer's Adam's apple moved.

"This is troublesome..."


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