"Phryne, this is a struggle, even a war! It cannot be controlled by your personal emotions!" Old Peter shouted loudly.
He patted the table and seemed a little angry: "Now, let's focus on the East District instead of that kid, okay?"
"Okay, okay..." Phryne's eyes wandered, she took a sip of cold water, and then stopped talking.
Old Peter nodded slightly and spread out the letter. The smooth ink was not very clear under the dim light:
【Miss Phryne:】
[I am V, you can call me Mr. V. Due to the unfortunate death of little Jimmy in Wisconsin, great conflicts have broken out in the East District... I hope that the plan of the two of you can be carried out in advance, and the time is best to be at dawn the day after tomorrow.
ago, which is four o'clock Central District time. At that time, it will be a great opportunity for the Eastern District to attack the following stations in one fell swoop.】
[At that time, the people in the West End will meet you, and I will also appear on the spot. I hope you can contact the two thousand workers at the Manchester City Steel Plant to respond to this movement, which is related to everyone's lives and
future.】
The letter ends here, leaving only the word "v" for signature.
"This person has a high level of cultural literacy, very clear ideas, and basically the same idea as mine." Old Peter coughed twice, "Although he appeared inexplicably, it was at the right time."
"Yes, why do you want to put it in the early morning of the day after tomorrow?"
Old Peter squinted his eyes and showed a slight smile: "Child, do you remember what the day after tomorrow is?"
"God... God's Qi Ri? That's right, God's Qi Sun!"
A cold feeling pierced from her heels to the top of Phryne's head, making her scalp numb.
Suddenly, she felt a lot more awake: "At that time, a large part of the Holy See's guards will be sent to the West District to protect the rich!"
"That's right..." Old Peter tapped the table, his hoarse voice like a candle in the wind, "The central area is empty, and there are only 23 out of 10 people left in the city defense... As long as we have mastered the connection with God, He will definitely support us.
Rather than the cruel and merciless Pope... Ahem, once the Holy See is captured, the guards in the Western District will not be afraid."
"If this Mr. V can contact the Western District and cooperate with us to contain the Holy See, then..." Old Peter smiled slightly, "Thirteen thousand workers are a sure bet."
v... Who is it?
The cold wind was blocked out, but both of them could hear the obvious whistling sound.
The east wind is coming, just waiting for the fire to light up.
…
Streets of East Side, Wisconsin.
"Freedom, we need freedom!"
"Refuse to cut wages, we need to survive, we need God!"
"We want to talk to the gods! We don't accept explanations!"
Under the pale moonlight, the angry expressions of the workers and the helplessness of the guards were reflected.
The mighty parade filled the streets in the northern part of the Eastern District. As the largest steelmaking plant in the Farnese, Wisconsin had a total of eight thousand people, even more than the combined number of people in the factories in the barren Southern District.
Little Jimmy's death was only the catalyst, and the trigger was the news that had just come from the Manchester City Steel Plant: the Holy See would adopt a policy of drastically cutting wages and increasing working hours for workers.
"What about a salary cut..." the guards whispered while maintaining order, "Why didn't I know about this?"
Of course, no one will know that it is just a simple and blind instruction. They will only believe what they want - a punching bag and a chance to fight.
In short... looking for trouble when nothing happens.
None of this is important, what is important is...the real disaster was laid long ago - the irreconcilable contradiction between the Holy See and the workers, the contradiction between the rulers and the ruled.
It's just that the miracles displayed by the Holy See were too astonishing. Due to the fear of "God", no one dared to question the rule of the Holy See, and even... they did not dare to conflict with these secret guards and guards.
But now, in the face of survival, there will always be someone who stands up.
People jumped up and rushed to respond. The reason was for no other reason than that the Holy See was constantly compressing their living space. They were not wrong, they just wanted to survive.
Originally, this day would not have come so early, but it simply catalyzed the progress of the matter and expanded the contradiction infinitely.
Wisconsin has become a tinderbox that is ready to explode. Even the guards dare not stop it.
The leader had a thick beard and thick black hair like a tough hedgehog. He wore Wisconsin's exclusive blue overalls and had half a moldy rye bread stuffed in his pocket.
"We need to respond, otherwise, the strike will continue!"
The calls continued, making it impossible for the guards to avoid this serious problem.
Wisconsin's matter has been reported to the management of the Eastern District, but since Wisconsin accounts for more than 30% of the steel production in Farnes, they have to make their own decision and need to report it to the Holy See in accordance with regulations.
After all, even they would not have thought that the Holy See would actually increase working hours and deduct workers' wages at such an important juncture as the Divine Revelation Day.
"Hey, captain, please say a few words!" The guard in red poked the young man beside him with the handle of his saber: "You, the captain, don't care about anything, how can we control them?"
"Tell me a few words?" The young man named Gehrman suddenly laughed. He lowered his head and swayed for a few times, and said helplessly: "This can only be said to be your own fault, and we can't control it. On such a major event as God's Revelation Day,
It would be a credit to the Holy See for such a thing to happen before the festival. If it had been anyone else, it would have been——"
"Shh!" The guard suddenly put away his playful smile and signaled him to speak in a low voice, "You're crazy! If someone reports what you said, let alone dismissing you from your post, they might even send you to the gallows.
shelf!"
Hermann shrugged, then looked at the floating crowd gathered below the observation deck, then walked into the inspection room and took a sip of beer.
It has been twenty-three years since Gehrman Rogris was born. Although he is young, he became the deputy captain of the Eastern District Supervision Team two years ago and is responsible for the security affairs of the Southern District.
And just last year, because the former inspection captain was dismissed from his post and imprisoned because he made rude remarks to the Holy See, the new-age Gehrman naturally rose to the position and became the youngest inspection captain of the three major regions in the history of Fanas.
Due to his lack of airs and undisciplined style, Hermann always enjoyed a good time in the North District and had a good relationship with the workers. He also had an extraordinary relationship with the 122 guards of the Inspection Team.
Based on this, he rarely encounters difficult situations...
