Citizens who opposed ultra-nationalism and some members of the House of Commons organized a fight against the government. Their power cannot be underestimated and delayed the transformation of this metropolis into a terrible hell like Jotun.
During the search by the picket team, a lot of bloodshed occurred. This account was recorded by people. The opposition people hope that Congress can stand up and give everyone an explanation.
The resulting violent conflicts have continued, the law cannot be implemented at all, and the Velen City government has shown signs of backing down.
Once the search law is abolished, those who cooperated with the pickets to persecute foreign nationalities will be charged, so they gradually began to panic.
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In an empty restaurant, Swift Noriadi, the security captain of the Velen Police Department, was having lunch with a dignified and reserved lady.
The waiter poured them mellow wine, and the liquid in the glass reflected the gorgeous chandelier above the restaurant. The soft light created a warm and romantic atmosphere for the entire space.
The dining table is covered with a beautiful white tablecloth, with exquisite tableware and a bouquet of bright roses.
The lady in front of her was wearing an elegant evening dress. Her expression was cold and she did not shy away from the Sheriff's admiration.
But the other party stared at her, as if enjoying this beautiful noon.
Dishes are served one after another, exuding an alluring aroma.
It started with a colorful appetizer platter, which included fresh salad, crispy chicken rolls and grilled shrimp. Then there was a rich seafood soup with an attractive golden color. The main course included tender and juicy seafood soup.
Steak, delicious chicken stewed with potatoes and spicy and delicious curry lamb chops...
"Do you like these?" Swift asked the person opposite in a flattering manner.
The latter took a sip, but her expression remained unchanged, as if these delicacies had become a frequent visitor in her life and there was no sense of novelty in them.
"This is your first time taking me to a high-end restaurant." The lady replied calmly.
Swift rubbed her palms secretly: "I'm willing to do anything for you, honey."
After he finished speaking, the lady put down her knife and fork, stood up straight, and looked at the man in front of her.
"You know I don't need this, Swift, and with your income you don't deserve to invite me here."
Her words made Swift feel embarrassed, and her smiling expression suddenly froze.
This woman was the object of his pursuit. The relationship between the two parties was very good at first, but there was a problem: the other party was a serious aristocrat, and his family owned land and manors, and he was the sole heir to these properties.
Therefore, the other family has very strict requirements when it comes to marriage.
Although Swift held a public office in Velen, he was born as a commoner after all, and his income alone could not be compared with that of the land-owning nobles. Therefore, as time went on, the feeling of getting along with the two became more and more restrained.
Swift tried his best to "get close" to the other party. Even if it was such a high-end restaurant, he would try his best to invite the woman in front of him to dine.
This kind of ingratiating behavior that lowers one's status in the contact changes the flavor of the originally harmonious relationship. Women are not lacking in financial enjoyment, so the more Swift behaves like this, the more uncomfortable and alienated she will feel.
"I think we'd better end it." After thinking twice, the woman decided to say these unspeakable words, "I'll pay for today's lunch."
The police chief never expected that the woman he had been pursuing would be so ruthless, and his frozen face gradually turned angry.
"What? You want to abandon me? No! This shouldn't be the case. I've done so much for you!"
"Why do you think that what you give must be rewarded? Look at me, Swift, what do you see?" The woman's performance was very calm, so calm that it scared Swift.
He opened his mouth, and when he was about to say something, a large group of people holding signs in protest passed by on the street. The noise made Swift even more irritated, and he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.
However, the woman didn't give him another chance. She stood up and walked to the service desk, signed a purchase order and left, leaving him where he was.
Swift ran to chase her, but was stopped by the driver at the door.
"If you feel that identity separates the two parties, then my master will no longer love you, sir."
After saying a few words, the coachman got into the car and left with his whip raised.
The dejected police sergeant seemed to have lost his soul. He returned to the restaurant in a daze, stared at the table full of delicacies, suddenly sat on it, and started eating like a madman.
"Shit! Trash! Bitch!"
He devoured the expensive meal with such voracious appetite that he seemed to want to gnaw the entire plate clean.
The protest downstairs was the last straw that broke his psychological defense. He blamed all his bad luck on the group of people outside, so he immediately picked up the plate and walked from the window upstairs to the crowd outside.
dump.
"Shut up, you rednecks!" Swift roared, drawing curses from the protestors.
"You lowly poor people are just here howling and barking, and those people from Nippur, a bunch of homeless dogs, a bunch of people who still want human rights? Go and eat horse dung, idiots!"
His ridicule enraged people on the spot. Several people rushed into the restaurant with sticks and went to catch him upstairs. After several gunshots were fired, three people were shot by Swift, two of them on the spot.
Just kill him.
The protesting crowd ran away in fear, and Swift continued to taunt them: "I just killed an old Nippur woman a few days ago. You moths should rot in the sewers!"
As a police chief, it is quite inappropriate to make such arrogant remarks to the citizens, but because the city is still in chaos, there is a high probability that he will be charged after the incident subsides... In addition, he was rejected by the woman he was pursuing.
Under so much pressure, Swift was on the verge of collapse, so she yelled and yelled regardless.
The waiters in the restaurant looked at him in horror. He glanced at the protester he killed, put his gun in his holster with a sullen face, and ran away without saying a word.
After leaving the restaurant, he quickly ran back to his home to pack his things, preparing to take the opportunity to leave Velen.
Fear spread in his mind like poison.
He finally began to regret what he had done not long ago. Just for a small amount of money, he robbed an old woman living alone and killed her.
But then he thought again, wasn't he raising money just to please that woman?
Yes, that’s right! It’s all that woman’s fault!
Swift gritted his teeth and cursed continuously, not noticing at all that a mysterious aura was spreading in his house.
He stuffed the clothes into the box, and when he turned around, he suddenly saw a thin black mist filling the house, making his vision blurry.
Swift thought there was a fire somewhere and ran to the kitchen, but when he touched the door handle, the handle suddenly became sticky and soft, and turned into a terrifying twisting tentacle that wrapped around his arm.
