Chapter 671: The Moment Before the Outbreak 66617

Bureau Chief Bulu sat in the passenger seat of the police car. Watching that they were about to enter the old industrial zone, he pulled out his pistol, checked whether the magazine was full, and then reloaded it.

He hadn't checked his weapon so carefully for a long time. Of course, this wasn't the police station's standard issue.

In the words of the police officers, the revolver defense pistol, even dogs don't use it.

A total of six bullets, the speed of changing bullets can be slow enough for the opponent to rush over from twenty meters away and stab you to death.

Except for those who just entered the police force, basically veteran police officers would have many weapons.

After ensuring that the weapon had no problems and the safety was off, he inserted the pistol back into the holster in his bosom.

He opened the tool box in the passenger seat, inside was a magazine bag, and a few loaded magazines.

He tied the magazine belt around his waist, and after inserting the magazines, he spat out a turbid breath heavily.

Twisted his body, smoothed his clothes, and then sat down again, and used his right hand to grab the handle on the side of the door.

He had a premonition that today would be a terrible day.

Along the way, he could already see some signs of riots. The public security in this area was rapidly deteriorating.

As the bureau chief of the city police, he knew how much trouble this would bring to him and the entire city police force.

Who doesn't hope to be able to sit in the office every day and read the newspaper until get off work?

This group of dog-raising things!

There were already some stopped police cars on both sides of the street. They were dealing with the smashing incidents on the side of the road.

Some rioters running out of the center of the incident were smashing shops on the side of the road. The shops on the side of the road were almost the property of federal citizens. When the police officers saw someone committing a crime, they must respond to protect the safety and property of the citizens.

Some rioters had already raised their hands and lay on the cold ground to accept management and control, but some rioters were using the weapons in their hands to contend with the police.

The strategy of these police officers was still too conservative. This time they were not facing immigrants or federal citizens with federal citizen status.

They were facing those refugees who were not federal people. They didn't need to be so careful.

"Stop.", he suddenly shouted. The driver was stunned for a moment, but still quickly pulled over, and then stopped steadily.

Two cars in the motorcade behind stopped, and the other vehicles continued to drive to the reported location.

The commercial atmosphere here in the Xingang District was definitely not as prosperous as other districts. However, because a large number of refugees stayed in the Xingang District recently, it made the commercial environment here have some good, positive changes.

The money of refugees is also money.

As long as they can make money, businessmen don't care if the person paying the banknotes is the old man of the upper class, or these refugees who are not even citizens.

But it is estimated that they didn't expect that they hadn't earned much money from these refugees, and they were about to lose a large sum.

In the shop on the side of the road, a few refugees were loading the sundries in the shop into a woven bag in their hands.

Food, drinks, cigarettes, they seemed to want everything!

The shop owner was lying on the ground at the door, with blood on his head, not knowing if he was already dead, motionless.

The police at the scene were confronting them, requiring them to put down the weapons in their hands, and come out and lie on the ground.

This is the normal process.

Four police officers saw Bureau Chief Bulu come himself, and one of them turned and walked over, intending to report the situation at the scene.

"I saw them looting the shop on the way here. Currently, we also can't determine the health status of the shop owner. The scene is a bit tricky now..."

"Tricky?", Bureau Chief Bulu glanced at this police officer, and then shook his head.

He didn't wait for the police officer to continue to react, walked to the place close to the shop, and two refugees holding clubs at the door waved their weapons, loudly stopping the bureau chief from approaching.

They didn't know how to distinguish between the bureau chief and the police officer, just simply knew that they couldn't let them approach, "Don't come over, damn it, my baseball bat is not as easy to talk to as I am!"

He wanted to use the baseball bat to attack Bureau Chief Bulu to intimidate Bureau Chief Bulu. However, this time, he failed.

Bureau Chief Bulu directly pulled out the pistol in his hand, held the arm straight with both hands, and the person suddenly widened his eyes. In his terrified and uneasy face, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang, bang bang!

Three bullets accurately hit that refugee who was standing blankly and waving the baseball bat.

He looked at the three small pits on his coat in disbelief, and even touched them with his hand.

He couldn't believe the fact that he was about to die. Just as he wanted to open his mouth to call for help, he suddenly fell to the ground, and his body began to twitch.

His companions who were looting goods in the shop heard the gunshot and ran out. They looked at their companion lying in a pool of blood in horror, and then looked at Bureau Chief Bulu who was standing outside the kitchen window with a gun.

One of them pushed his hair up along his temples with both hands, "What the hell did you do?!"

But the answer to him was bullets, flying bullets.

The bullets flew around bang bang. Bureau Chief Bulu continued to shoot calmly, and several people fell to the ground one after another, until the pistol in his hand hung empty, making a "click click" sound. He breathed out a hot breath, quickly changed the magazine, re-inserted it into the holster, and then turned around. 【671-46

"Is it still tricky?"

He shook his head, then walked toward his car, "Handle the rest the same way; we don't have that much time to reason with them!"

"Remember to write in the report that they violently resisted arrest!"

He said this as he returned to the car, "Drive."

A few minutes later, the motorcade entered the scene of the incident, and after seeing the reality of this demolition site, Chief Bulu couldn't help but gasp.

All the construction machinery that could be overturned was overturned—they drove loaders to push over the other construction vehicles.

And those that could not be overturned were, at this very moment, burning fiercely.

These people had gone completely insane; led by a few, they began to release the anger, fear, anxiety, and all the negative emotions they had been accumulating ever since they arrived in the Federation, and at this moment, like a bomb, it was completely released!

All the pain, hunger, cold, and humiliated dignity they had faced, and everything that required their wives to sell their bodies just to keep them alive, had thoroughly erupted!

In the collective consciousness, regardless of whether they truly hated the Federation people as much as they appeared to, at this moment, they all acted as one, hating the Federation people immensely!

There were already some police cars at the scene, and the officers looked at the rioters in shock; the rioters also discovered the police, and they were currently in the initial stage of a standoff.

!

Chief Bulu stepped out of the car, straightened his police cap, glanced at the officer in the driver's seat, and whispered, "Go get the rifles."

Then he took a microphone out of the car.

The chief, as well as the "command vehicle," had loudspeakers; he turned on the loudspeaker, "We are Chief Bulu of the Jincheng City Police Department. I now demand that you immediately stop your atrocities, put down the weapons in your hands, and accept our management."

"Your behavior has already seriously affected, threatened, and harmed the public security of Jincheng, and threatened the safety of people's lives and property."

"Stop your atrocities immediately and accept management, otherwise we will take necessary measures!"

"Repeating once..."

Chief Bulu's warning had an effect; some of the refugees who were causing trouble began to gather, as only by gathering together could they feel a sense of security.

Led by a few, they silently concentrated, standing directly opposite the police force, and both sides entered a state of standoff.

But this standoff was an unstable one; some refugees who had blood in their eyes were holding crowbars and steel pipes, their faces stained with blood, looking at the officers with eagerness!

They even wanted to beat these police officers too!

For the first time, they felt a kind of... indescribable satisfaction!

War, fleeing, dissatisfaction—those foremen were like slave owners in the era of slavery, whipping them until they were covered in bruises with the lash of "survival."

If they didn't work or listen to them, they would lose their jobs and lose everything.

This was a riot, but it was more like a rebellion against the exploitation and oppression of them by Federation society!

At this moment, they did not consider themselves rioters or villains who had incited chaos, but warriors!

They were brave enough to resist all the inequality imposed upon them, so even when facing the police, they were not that afraid.

They believed that as long as they stood together, they were invincible.

The silent standoff between the two sides lasted for several minutes, and Chief Bulu turned on the microphone again, "You have five minutes to drop your weapons, leave the crowd, and go over there to accept management."

"After five minutes, we will take mandatory measures!"

A very tough dialogue, simple and powerful.

Some refugees were already a little panicked, but most still stood together.

When collective consciousness dominates individual consciousness, they abandon thinking and, like those gregarious animals, fix their gaze on the "leader."

There are lead sheep, lead horses, lead wolves, and naturally, there are lead people.

In this situation, the few who took the lead would decide the direction of what happened next.

They were actually very nervous too, because there had already been some gunfire in the vicinity; without a doubt, the police had begun to use weapons.

The few leaders looked at Chief Bulu and the other police officers from afar; they seemed to have no intention of surrendering.

They were actually very clear that if they chose to surrender, they would definitely be in trouble.

Neither side made any further moves; it seemed as if both were exercising restraint, but the more they restrained, the more the atmosphere became obviously heavier and more oppressive!

Just like the moment before a volcanic eruption, no one could tell what changes it would have in the next second.

But once it erupted, it would be devastating!

(End of chapter)