Chapter 909: Gunshots in the City

On the side of the street, several young people were snatching things from a simple shop.

The shopkeeper was beaten to the ground by them. He wanted to stop them but didn't dare to reach out, so he could only crawl on the ground and beg them not to take any more.

But his begging not only had no effect, but instead, passersby kept joining in.

Pedro just stood on the side of the road and watched for less than a minute, and three or four groups of people came.

They rushed in, packed everything they could into the food bags they carried, and then left quickly.

No one cared about the boss lying on the ground with blood on his face, and no one cared about his begging.

His begging at this moment didn't seem like a full stop to everything, but rather like the whisper of a devil urging people to act faster!

The evil from the bottom of the human heart was completely released at this moment.

"Let's go." He shook his head and continued to walk forward. Sa'en and the others followed closely by his side.

Sa'en chased two steps, "You want to help?"

"If you want to do something, we can help."

They actually had quite a few people on their side, and those people creating chaos around them didn't have any designs on them, so Sa'en had the confidence to say this.

Pedro shook his head, "We can help one person, we can help two people, but we cannot help everyone."

The current situation was in a "chaotic" period, just like the cases Lans mentioned—

The working class won victory through strikes and demonstrations, and then some people began to abuse this power.

They would go on strike at every turn, trying to force capitalists to compromise with them, but the final result was that the capitalists replaced them with a new batch of employees.

"When people discover that they possess power beyond their imagination, their first thought is not to restrain their behavior, but to indulge, to be licentious."

"The Labor Union was not established in the midst of chaos, but after the chaos."

"Chaos brings absolute destruction, not only destroying others but also destroying oneself."

Pedro firmly remembered these words; the more clearly he could remember them, the more he could feel that everything happening here seemed to be a microcosm of the stories Lanse told.

They entered the city through violent means, and they thought violence was a pass to success, but they didn't understand that their current violence was nothing in the face of the ruling class's suppression.

Pedro, who had received higher education, knew very well that the stability of a regime was definitely not because of benevolence, but because of the armies that were loyal to the ruling group.

These people were ultimately just ordinary people; they would not be the army's match, and their end seemed to be foreseeable.

"Do you believe me?"

Pedro asked.

Sa'en smiled and nodded, "At least you are smarter than us."

He didn't say whether he believed or didn't believe, but he also indicated his attitude; Pedro could feel the meaning behind his words that he hadn't said.

Whether to believe him depended on his performance later.

Pedro stopped his steps, watching the riot continue to spread, more people began to pour into the city and join the looting and burning actions, and he had a clearer foresight.

This "demonstration" would fail.

"It's too chaotic," he looked around, and his gaze fell on Sa'en, "Aimless looting and burning, besides creating chaos, they serve no purpose."

At this moment, he had a feeling that if he were the ruler and he knew about these people's behavior, he wouldn't be nervous.

Aimless and not united, these people would not cause any substantial trouble to the rule.

He shook his head, "Look at those locals, those shop owners who were robbed; from their expressions and eyes, what do you see?"

After observing, Sa'en and the others said a word, "Hatred!"

"Yes, hatred," Pedro repeated the word again, "They hate these people, the ruling class hates these people; from the beginning, they have separated themselves from the underclass."

"Originally we were victims; we came here to seek help, to seek food to solve our predicament."

"But look at what they are doing; they are not here to tell the government what we need; they are just here to simply bring destruction!"

"And this will only lead them to failure."

"They don't know their purpose here, don't know how to express their demands; they are a pile of loose sand, and they don't even need the wind to blow before they scatter all over the ground."

Pedro looked at Sa'en, "We need more manpower, more controllable and obedient people to join us."

"Not this kind of person; we need people who can follow order and be obedient."

"We must unite; only by uniting can we perhaps obtain what we want."

"I have heard a sentence that gave me great inspiration and shock, and today I will pass it on to you."

"The power of unity is like steel, even harder than steel!"

"It is the most powerful weapon in the world, capable of crushing all unfairness!"

His eyes flashed with light, making Sa'en feel a bit dazzled, but he didn't mind; he wanted to get close to this light.

It was as if as long as he got close to this light, he could be illuminated and warmed by it.

"I have a premonition that the days ahead will get worse and worse."

"It's not just that there is a lack of grain near us; the whole of Rapa is lacking grain, and if we add some people who take the opportunity to hoard grain and plan to sell it at a high price..."

"People will find it harder and harder to live."

"When people can't live, what will happen?", he asked Sa'en and those around Sa'en.

They looked at each other and didn't reach any conclusion.

Pedro said softly, "When people can't live, they will fight for their lives!"

"Anyway, they can't live, so why not fight?"

Sa'en didn't know what Pedro meant by these words; was he trying to say something?

But Sa'en wisely didn't ask; he just listened to Pedro's words.

This was actually quite good; it was like the arm not fighting with the brain for control of the body—things that shouldn't be done by you, if you insist on doing them, will only make an already troublesome situation more troublesome!

Sa'en saw something in Pedro that others couldn't see; he felt... he didn't know how to describe it, he felt Pedro had a kind of "leader's demeanor."

He was the first to stand out from the crowd, the first to face those police, the first to resist people's terrible lives!

He was a warrior, a true warrior.

And also a leader, a leader full of charm.

He believed Pedro would lead them to where they wanted to go, whether it was to fill their stomachs or something else.

"There are still some people from our hometown who have come here; I'll go see if I can contact them..."

When Sa'en said this, he stopped; he asked in a voice that was slightly uneasy and trembling, "Will it really get worse in the future?"

Pedro didn't answer with words, but slowly nodded.

Earnest, and full of certainty.

Pedro and the others didn't continue to advance to the city center, but stayed in a relatively outer part of the city.

Here they found some grocery stores and obtained some food from them.

When people's grain bags were filled with grain again, everyone's emotions visibly stabilized; after eating a little food, Sa'en began to contact others.

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It was also at this time that the police chief drove to the place where the number of "invaders" was the largest; a large group of people entered the city from the northern highway.

They wantonly destroyed shops in the city and beat passersby; they were like a dark cloud, and everything they passed was shrouded in the dark cloud.

They seemed to have forgotten that their purpose for coming here from other places was to seek a bite to eat, to survive.

But now, what they were doing and what they originally wanted to do were completely different things!

Robbery, injury, plunder—they were turning into the people they once hated the most, but no one noticed this. When a large number of police appeared on the streets, although they suppressed some people who were committing crimes, they did not bring them too much pressure!

Because not long ago, these people, these ordinary people, had completed their first resistance, their first awakening!

At this time, they saw more police, and not only were they not afraid, but some people's eyes were filled with eagerness to try.

They wanted to continue to challenge these police who represented the stable ruling order, the police who represented the bottom-level ruling force of the ruling group!

The two sides soon naturally began to gather and confront each other.

The whole street was completely occupied by the police and these refugees who had just entered the city, gathering more and more.

A large number of police stood on the road with batons and rattan shields woven from dried vines, forming a solid wall.

Behind them, those local residents who once didn't like them and even secretly cursed the police, discovered for the first time that the police were so cute.

Some of them even cheered for the police, hoping they could curb those refugees who had already gone crazy.

The two "torrents" began to have some contact as their "thickness" increased.

The police kept waving the batons in their hands to warn those who tried to approach them, to get away, and then stay calm!

And those refugees also seemed to be looking for opportunities.

The escalation of the conflict happened in an instant!

The police chief watched all this from a car in the distance, and he had no intention of stopping it.

If a policeman stops a criminal from committing a crime, then in the eyes of the big shots, the police have not truly exerted the role of the police.

Only by waiting for these people to commit crimes, cause destruction, and then catching them, can the significance and value of the police's existence be reflected.

Some senior police officers in the police force stood around the car the chief was riding in; some of them had playful expressions, and some showed some unease.

They were waiting, waiting for the further escalation of the situation.

In this situation of intense emotional fluctuation, it didn't even need anyone to do anything for the conflict to escalate.

As a guy was squeezed to the front of the crowd, under the influence of the courage that had just defeated the police not long ago, he fiercely pushed the policeman in front of him.

The policeman was pushed backward by him and staggered; the smile on this guy's face hadn't risen yet when the officer next to the policeman who had been pushed back immediately waved his baton and struck toward his head.

Perhaps in the past, they wouldn't have aimed at vital parts like the head.

But the situation now was different; the police were hitting to kill as soon as they made a move.

Everything was like water droplets falling into hot oil; in an instant, the whole pot exploded!

At this moment, those who were fighting with the police had no other thoughts in their minds; their only thought was to defeat these police again.

Food or other things had already been forgotten by them.

There were some reporters at the scene, and as the conflict began to escalate, they were also constantly taking photos.

The police chief felt that these people shouldn't be allowed to take photos, but the President hadn't said anything, so he naturally wasn't qualified to express other opinions.

Watching the two sides constantly entangled together, you in me and me in you.

The police chief nodded slightly, and under his instruction, an officer opened the holster, pulled out a pistol imported from the Federation, and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

With a "bang" of a gunshot, the chaotic street suddenly became quiet.

The people who were fighting in a group all stopped their movements and looked toward the direction the sound came from.

A young man in his twenties widened his eyes and looked at the officer standing on the roof of the car in the distance, looking at the pistol still smoking in his hand.

The next second, a baton struck his head fiercely; he let out a scream, hugged his head, and fell to the ground.

The policeman in front of him was still unwilling to let him go, cursing with dirty words, bending his waist, and constantly striking the baton in his hand toward the other's body.

In this instant, the situation that had been going back and forth with the police suddenly tilted!

Just as the officer had an irrepressible smile on his face and hadn't jumped off the roof of the car yet, another gunshot rang out.

The officer standing on the roof of the car fell down directly, and everyone's movements on the street were pressed by the pause button by this gunshot.

When they saw the officer shot in the chest and fall from the roof of the car, those refugees who were being suppressed suddenly began a fierce counterattack, catching the police off guard.

Not only were the police caught off guard, but the police chief was also caught off guard.

He covered his head in disbelief; he had just stood up and hit his head on the roof of the car.

At this time, he could no longer see a trace of calmness in his eyes, only endless panic!

"How could they have guns?"

"Have gangs also joined this action?"

He was very flustered and asked the officers around him.

But how would these officers who were holding the car window and had already squatted down know? They could only squat there.

The situation had a huge reversal; another policeman couldn't help but pull out his pistol, but the moment he pulled out the pistol, a bullet visited him.

He didn't even fire the gun before he fell to the ground.

A refugee not far from him suddenly rushed over in a stride, took the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger toward the officer closest to him with a face full of shock...

Fierce gunfire erupted in the city; this was something that had never happened since Rapa was established.

Diego in the Presidential Palace stood up abruptly; he walked to the window swaying and looked toward the city, but couldn't see anything.

He could only see columns of smoke rising in the city in the distance.

Such fierce gunfire didn't look like a one-sided "slaughter"; he glanced at the butler, "Let the army protect the Presidential Palace, and go ask what happened."

The news was quickly summarized: the police chief was leading people to block the refugees from entering the core area of the city, and the two sides had a fierce conflict.

In the process, an officer pulled out a gun to warn, but what caught everyone off guard was that he was shot and killed.

It might have been a shot fired by someone among the refugees, and then the police began to fight back, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Diego knew that there were privately manufactured weapons among the Rapa people.

He couldn't stop these things from happening; there was a large amount of primeval jungle environment here, and some people would make their own weapons to enter the forest to hunt, which was also one of the sources of meat for the bottom-level people.

At the same time, they also had to fight against the attacks of wild beasts, especially some villages and towns near the primeval jungle.

Often wild beasts would rush out to prey on the livestock, cattle, and even people themselves raised by the people.

So Diego and the ministers all knew about the existence of private arms workshops among the people, but they didn't delve into it.

A self-made weapon could at most be used for hunting; it wouldn't affect the regime of the entire country just because there were some not-so-professional and advanced weapons.

In fact, this was indeed the case; it had been so many years, and no one had been seen using these self-made weapons to rebel.

But today, things were a little different.

Diego didn't speak, just sat there with a gloomy face; for the first time, he felt that his regime seemed to have a possibility of being shaken!

The gunfire in the city was still continuing, but the intensity was obviously not as good as before.

The police chief ran away by car at the first opportunity; the police were completely defeated, and more people began to pour into the city with more tyrannical emotions!

Those local residents who had just opened their windows to cheer for the police became their first wave of targets for venting!

Now these refugees had become stronger because they held the truth in their hands!

More than half of the city had fallen into chaos.

The few phones in the entire city were all busy operating at this time; Diego was also constantly harassed by phone calls, and some people asked him what exactly happened and what countermeasures the great Presidential Palace had.

Although he was very impatient, he still explained them one by one.

He was not a qualified President; he had not been able to help his people achieve a prosperous life like the Republic of Jiede.

But he was a qualified ruler; he knew how to correctly maintain his rule.

The more it was this kind of time, the more it was necessary to take care of the privileged class and the ruling group, not letting them stand on the side of the refugees, causing the further collapse of the situation!