Gradually, some people watched over and they watched the scene indifferently.
An old man advised from the side: "You young people should disperse quickly, they will not let you enter the upper 3rd zone."
Another aunt said kindly: "The stalemate in this ice and snow is about to freeze your body. Your parents worked hard to raise you so much. Didn't you think about them when you did this kind of thing?"
"It is impossible to overthrow the consortium in the federal government. Don't implicate your parents and lose their jobs."
At this time, some students suddenly discovered that there were parades who left earlier among the noisy crowds. One of them said: "In fact, this kind of parade should not be launched. What is the use of educational reform? Can I eat it when I go to school?"
"And when it was launched, I didn't look at the weather forecast, so I had to choose a heavy snowy parade!"
After these people left, they could only show that their move to leave was correct only by trying their best to prove that the parade was wrong.
Snow in the sky.
Street words.
It's like a knife blocking the way.
It's like many adults have said to them: You can't succeed.
Hundreds of students stood there unable to move forward, but were unwilling to retreat.
They looked around blankly, at the crowd watching, and the agents of the Safety Committee ahead.
The snow suddenly became heavier, and the manic wind passed through the steel forest, making a howling sound.
However, at this moment, a thin song suddenly sounded among the students, and it was passed on with snow and knife. It seemed that the weather was a little cold, and there was a slight trembling in the song.
Tender but hot.
Everyone looked at each other and suddenly saw Yangyang standing in the snow, singing softly.
An unexpected thing happened, and some people began to sing clumsyly among the crowd outside.
At first, there were only one or two people singing, but gradually, one or two hundred people stopped and sang.
The parade, which had already seemed a little lonely, began to grow slowly.
Those onlookers didn't know why they joined in, they just felt their brains were hot and they walked in.
The singing became brighter and brighter.
At this moment, a man in a black coat walked calmly on the snow, holding a document that had not yet disappeared.
Hengshe, Li Dongze.
Many people recognized the man.
Immediately afterwards, they watched Li Dongze come to the agents of the Safety Committee and stuffed the documents in their hands into each other's hands. It was the legal parade approval that was taken away by the agents before.
Li Dongze looked at the agent and said softly: "Remember, don't use such dirty means to deal with children next time."
The next moment, a box truck drove up the corner of the street. Two members of Hengshe in black suits jumped out of the cargo. They opened the iron door of the cargo box, and there were pieces of red cloth inside.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of Hengshe members rushed out of somewhere. They took red cloth from the cargo box and distributed it to the students. While sending it, they said: "The weather is too cold. This thing is used as a scarf around the neck. At least the wind will not be poured into the neck."
The students stared at the Hengshe members in front of them, and the tattoos on each other spread to their necks and even their cheeks.
It doesn't look like a good person.
They found that these "scarves" actually had "trouser legs", which looked like a pair of red long pants were cut in half and then turned into scarves.
A member of Hengshe saw that the student looked strange and scratched his head: "The boss insisted on asking for a red scarf, saying that it looked so good, but the big red scarf is really hard to find, so he can only... "
A student took the scarf: "Thank you..."
The Hengshe member with tattoos on his neck grinned: "You are so kind to me... Cough cough, no thanks."
Li Dongze looked at the students: "Come on, no one dares to stop you today. Sooner or later, you will no longer be so embarrassed, I look forward to it."
The parade started again, and the chorus that reached the sky did not stop, but became stronger.
There were dancers watching on the roadside. They were standing outside to attract customers, and they were dressed gracefully.
The dancers were complaining that the parade had ruined their business tonight, and now there was no customer.
But when they saw this scene, they heard the singing again, and suddenly turned around and went to the locker room to get their coats and put them on them.
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In the secret prison, the middle-aged man suddenly became anxious inexplicably.
There is still a while before the agreed secret execution time, but the planned information that was agreed upon every five minutes has not been sent again.
The middle-aged man paced back and forth in the open space. From time to time, he turned his head to look at Cheng Xiao standing. The other person was unkempt and his hands and feet were shackles, but he felt an unstoppable arrogance when he stood.
At this moment, everyone heard a faint singing voice coming from above their heads.
The sound was a little weak after penetrating the thick walls, but even the faint chorus was always reflected with passion and high enthusiasm.
The middle-aged man suddenly looked up and was wondering, what song could penetrate here?
He knew very well that above their heads was Jungle Street, which was on the border between District 3 and District 4.
Who would have thought that there was a secret prison hidden underground in such a prosperous place? It was precisely because of the secret prison in this special location that Li Shutong had been searching for eight years but could not find it.
At this time, Cheng Xiao and others listened quietly and hummed slowly: "Never, there was no savior, and there was no need for a god or an emperor..."
Cheng Xiao sighed, "What a song."
The middle-aged man looked at him coldly: "When is it now, and I still have the mood to listen to music?"
"I don't have anything to regret when I heard a good song before I died," Cheng Xiao said with a smile.
The next moment, the middle-aged man said with a grim voice: "Execute directly."
One soldier said, "Sir, it's not time yet."
"No matter what, this is originally a plan," said the middle-aged man.
All soldiers turned on the automatic rifle's safety and pulled the bolt and loaded it.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But Cheng Xiao said regretfully: "What a pity, there are still several lines of lyrics that I haven't heard clearly."
However, at this moment, several soldiers exclaimed, and somehow the guns in their hands suddenly came out of their hands and sucked tightly on the concrete ceiling above their heads.
A scream came from the corridor outside the secret prison. Everyone turned around and saw a team of 12-person combat team rushing in.
All of these soldiers were holding black ceramic daggers and wearing federal special combat uniforms. They fought head-on as fast as ghosts, and each of them could fight against more than one.
Both sides had no guns, and there were 80 guards in the secret prison, but in front of these 12 people, there was no basic resistance.
The troops sequences on the 12 soldiers were torn off. No one knew which troops they belonged to, and no one knew who cultivated the war machine.
The middle-aged man only knew that he was facing not only these special warriors, but also an extraordinary man who could control metals!
A superman, plus 12 genetic warriors, is almost the ceiling configuration of the special forces in the Federal Army.
Who is coming to rob the prison?
The sound of combat boots came, and a young man walked into the secret prison with a smile. He walked through the battlefield as if no one was around and came to the middle-aged man.
But the guns no longer sucked the ceiling, but slowly floated in the air and fell gently.
All 80 pistols flew to the young man, and the black muzzles pointed at the middle-aged man opposite.
"It's a bit strange," the young man laughed happily, "I thought there would be a strong defense here, but the result was a group of native chickens and tiled dogs, each of whom was not even wearing military uniforms and was equipped with sound silencer pistols. You don't pay much attention to these prisoners."
The middle-aged man said with a look of earth: "This secret prison location is better than hiding. If you really want to be found by Shutong Li, you can't stop the demigod even if you are fully armed. On the surface, we are just employees of a small company."
"What you said makes sense," the young man smiled.
The middle-aged man trembled and said, "Do you know if you want to go to a military court for robbing the secret prison?"
"Is it just going to the military court?" The young man was a little surprised: "I thought I would be executed in secret."
The middle-aged man widened his eyes, and the cold sweat was flowing down his back. He trembled and said, "Which unit you belong to, I am also ordered to act..."
The young man smiled and said, "It doesn't make sense for the dead to know which unit I belong to."
While speaking, the guns suspended beside the young man were like eighty invisible hands in the air, pulling the trigger at the same time.
In an instant, gunfire burst out from the muzzle loaded with silencers, forcing the middle-aged man to sieve.