The so-called democratic system is nothing more than two wolves and a sheep deciding the lunch recipe - Benjamin Franklin (a famous American writer, politician and scientist, one of the important leaders of the Independent Revolution.) -
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"Officer Chopin, do you think that if you are like this, you will have the meaning of being a winner?"
Edward gently raised his hand and grasped the slender barrel of the police revolver. There was a taste of wild beast in his eyes, like a king holding a scepter, and he pushed the gun aside little by little: "Not only is it very easy to
It's disgusting and I hate it when someone puts a gun to my head!"
"Then what do you want?!" Chopin held the revolver tightly, with a ferocity in his eyes. This ferocity comes from his profession. The police punish the villains. This is a law like the law of nature, but the revolver in his hand is more...
To give him confidence: "Or do you dare to resist arrest?"
"Resisting arrest?" Edward chuckled, let go of the revolver barrel in his hand, and tapped the search warrant on the table: "This is a search warrant, how can it qualify me to be arrested?" He smiled and also
Somewhat indifferent: "Chief John is an old friend of mine, how could he not understand that I am a law-abiding citizen?"
"Damn..." Chopin gritted his teeth slightly, suddenly regretting that he had led these people and dared to arrest this guy in front of him. You must know that this person in front of you is the leader of the most powerful underworld organization in the entire town, and even more so in this city.
One of the best smugglers!
"Then, do you dare to refuse the search?"
Chopin's eyes were fixed on Edward, he held the revolver tightly and tilted his head. The five subordinates behind him also raised their police revolvers and pointed at Edward's head. He said coldly: "I received it.
The search warrant is enforceable!"
"But as far as I know, Chief John, how could he issue such a document?" Edward waved his hand, squinted at the five plainclothes policemen, and then glanced at Quest, who had almost collapsed on the ground and turned into mud, and gently said
laughed out loud: "Especially when you found this guy Quist!"
"Interpol has learned about your drug trafficking in Brazil." Upon hearing this question, Chopin chuckled slightly, raising the corners of his mouth slightly. Looking at Edward's frown, he suddenly felt a little happy in his heart: "You guys
The end is coming for these remnants of society!"
"Doomsday? Is it you? Or is it the six of you? Oh, plus the guy Quest, there are seven!" As if he was offended by something, Edward lost the smile on his face and looked at Chopin's handsome face.
, and glanced disdainfully at the five subordinates behind him: "Do you think you can destroy me just by you?" Edward snapped his fingers back, and the disdain in his eyes became more intense: "Even that old guy John, you can destroy me?"
Don’t dare do this!”
"And how dare you?" He stood up slowly, and his burly body made him take half a step back. Edward's eyes flashed like wild beasts. Even the police revolver in his hand couldn't give it to Chopin.
No sense of security at all: "With the weapons in your hands?"
"I think so, boss!" Amy, who was behind him, turned slightly and took out a shotgun from the closet beside him, showing his white teeth: "This thing is our courage!"
As he spoke, he pointed the black muzzle at Chopin: "Especially in this narrow room, this thing is the source of my fighting!"
Chopin narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart agitated slightly due to uneasiness. Even the palm of his hand holding the police revolver was slightly slippery with sweat. "Winchester 1887 shotgun?" He took a few breaths suddenly and looked.
Looking into Edward's eyes, he put down the police revolver in his hand, put it back into the holster on his waist, and said expressionlessly: "Okay, you win!"
"Of course, I think so too!"
Edward shook his head slightly, and his eyes returned to the calm look. Looking at the uneasiness of Chopin and the five plainclothes policemen, an undisguised sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think I will be unprepared? Even Interpol
So what?"
Chopin took a deep look at Edward, picked up the search warrant on the table, and walked back directly: "Justice has fallen, but it will not last long!" The five subordinates also glanced at the documents in the hands of Amy and others with fear.
Shotgun, he set up the limp Quest, quickly followed Chopin's back, and left the room together.
"Justice? Evil?"
Edward chewed on these two words and couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile. He looked up at Chopin's slender back and tapped the table twice: "I will tell you something for free. I know why you were sent by the guys above.
Come here?"
Chopin turned his head, his eyes flickering: "What do you mean?"
"Don't tell me, you don't know!" Edward laughed suddenly, as if someone had told a funny joke. He hammered the table twice hard, making a "bang bang" sound: "You understand, why don't you dare
Admit it?!"
"I believe that I will come back again!" Chopin paused and said without looking back: "I believe even more that this world will eventually be bright!" He continued to walk out, but the figure from behind seemed slightly
There is decadence.
"Light? Probably, but it's not in my Amy's world!"
Looking at the back, Amy's eyes narrowed with some disdain. He took the Winchester 1887, quickly loaded it with a crisp "click" sound, and said viciously: "Just let him go like this?" He said,
He made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Do you want to kill him?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm just a youngster who has just entered this world."
Edward waved his hand and said indifferently. He took out another cigar from his arms, cut it off hastily, lit it and held it in his mouth. He breathed in the spicy smoke and looked through the window at the figure who had arrived downstairs.
Suddenly with some sadness, he said in a low and inaudible voice: "Silly...don't understand anything..."
"Boss, do you want to do any finishing work?"
Amy took a few steps in the room and went to the window to look out. Two cars were driving along the dilapidated gravel road towards the distant city. She gently stroked the smooth butt of the "Winchester 1887" in her hand.
, said: "We still have a lot of goods in the basement, do we want to move them?"
"No need, that old guy John will settle everything for us."
Edward shook his head and stood up, took two puffs of the cigar, took two quick breaths, and looked a little depressed. He left the cigar casually in the ashtray on the table and walked towards the door: "We give him a monthly gift.
The money is not just for him to sit in that chair!"
"Well, of course, boss!" Amy shrugged, put down the brand new "Winchester 1887" shotgun that smelled of the old era, and shook his head with some regret: "This kind of old-fashioned model
, although I like it very much, it is always an old thing that should go into a museum..."
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"call…"
Taking off his shirt, only revealing his white shirt, Edward threw himself on the soft big bed, thinking about something quietly in his mind. He reached for the remote control, turned on the TV, and didn't care about what was playing in it.
He just looked at the screen beside the bed, lost in thought.
"... A large number of troops have entered the city and blocked various street points to quell the looting and riots of thugs. The police said that this riot was caused by the spread of racism. For the safety of citizens, it is prohibited to walk freely in the city.
, please stay at home to prevent the military from misunderstanding and making regrettable actions..."
On the large screen, a well-dressed host and an officer with a gloomy face were talking to each other, with a forced smile on their lips. Behind them, three M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicles were slowly passing by. On top of the
The three machine gunners were holding M2 Browning heavy machine guns and carefully aiming ahead.
The street in the distance of the camera is no longer as prosperous as it once was. Among the two rows of carefully trimmed greenery, there are only a few looming figures wandering in the distance, but nearby there are individual fortifications built with sandbags and cement blocks.
The heavily armed soldiers each occupied one, set up their squad M249 light machine guns, loaded neatly ordered ammunition belts, and were ready to fire at any time.
The camera panned horizontally, and not far from the upper right corner, a CH-47D Chinook transport helicopter was slowly flying over, looking towards the depths of the city. A howitzer was suspended on a chain under the huge fuselage.
, the tandem twin rotors rotate rapidly, trying to maintain balance and speed.
"...Our army is absolutely invincible! Even the thugs with a small number of weapons cannot resist the powerful and powerful attack, but in a short period of time, the cunning thugs will escape to any corner and into citizens' homes.
, after deliberation between the President and the Parliament, the "Provisional Law on Innocent Fire" was unanimously passed and authorized, and it was measured according to wartime standards..."
"America...the United States of America..."
Edward spoke softly, and finally there was a hint of concentration in his eyes. He watched the infantry fighting vehicles passing by on the screen, and American soldiers carrying M4 assault rifles, wearing ACU camouflage and bulletproof vests, walked quickly behind the reporter.
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The people in the bar were right. It is really...the United States in the next life..."
"Time travel?!"
Even though he already knew it, when he saw the Stars and Stripes armband on the soldier again, his heart still twitched violently. He tremblingly grabbed the sheets under him. His whole body was slightly stiff and he could hardly think, because the screen was extremely normal.
The scene made him feel that it was extremely abnormal.
"I, Zhao Sheng, paid fifty cents out of my own pocket in my last life, but in this life I have become a natural cent."
He reached for the cigar on the bedside table, cut it open gently, took out the match and lit it, took a deep breath, and inhaled hard until the spicy taste filled his heart. Edward then closed his eyes and exhaled for a long time, with a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth.
Sisi taunted and spoke out four standard Chinese phrases: "Good fortune plays tricks on people."
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