Chapter 929: Thorn

"Ronnie..."

Before the people behind the strong man could pull him, the guy called Ronnie used his thick arm to push the manager so hard that he "flew" away.

Of course, this is just an exaggerated rhetorical device; in fact, he stumbled back seven or eight steps and fell heavily to the ground.

Someone moved to hit the manager; people began to spread this small news, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

The manager sitting on the ground covered his buttocks, hissing in pain.

The look in his eyes at the strong man was filled with a deep chill; he had never wanted to kill someone so strongly as at this moment!

He knew this emotion was wrong, but he still thought so!

The guy who pushed him down was called "Ronnie," and no one knew what his surname was, including himself.

Ronnie was a mixed-race, a mixed-race of a dark-skinned person and a local.

He was lucky not to be completely dyed through; just from the appearance, he was only slightly darker than the locals, still within people's acceptable range.

But people could discover his mixed-race identity through some subtle differences in his appearance.

Since childhood, his life hadn't been very good; he was regarded as a shame by his mother, and as a shame to the family by his mother's family.

Then he was abandoned by his mother, when he was three or four years old, and thrown to the side of the road.

In Lapa, it was difficult for a child of this age to survive after being abandoned, but he did it.

He grew up on the street since childhood, which gave him a very strong street style; just looking at him, one could know where he came from.

The street style was also very unified, flashy, and an environment and space without brains.

For Ronnie, using his brain was far less simple and direct than giving his enemy a punch.

He came to this factory by accident; when they were recruiting, they were on the street where Ronnie lived, and he was stronger than everyone else, so he was lucky to be selected.

The recruiter thought he would be a good hand, but didn't expect him to be a thorn.

Being lazy was also his first start; he had never done such boring work, sitting for a whole day, and then constantly repeating the process of rolling cigars, he was tired of the content of such work, and didn't want to lose this high-income job.

So he started to be lazy, and under his influence, some people who had a good relationship with him also started to be lazy, and began to spread to the surroundings, which led to the occurrence of all this.

At this time, Ronnie looked at the manager who was pushed to the ground, already knowing that the development of the matter exceeded his expectations and plans, and he couldn't stay in the factory.

Thinking that he had lost his job like this, he looked at the manager with even more vicious eyes.

And walked toward the manager.

The manager was scared; Ronnie's eyes seemed to want to eat him, and he kept retreating with his hands and feet, while seeking help.

People around didn't dare to help him much, and the supervisors in the factory just stood by his side without any intention of intervening completely.

Watching Ronnie already arrive in front of him, reaching out to grab his collar, preparing to let his fist have a close contact with the manager's bridge of the nose, his movements suddenly paused.

The noisy sound constantly ringing behind him made him look back, and then he saw a baseball bat, swinging toward his head.

He almost instinctively dropped the manager, using both hands to protect his head as much as possible to resist this attack, but it was of no use.

The severe pain produced by the bat hitting his forearm could make people doubt life!

However, this was not the end, just the beginning.

In the next second, the power from the leg bend made it difficult for him to stand firm, the interface supporting the center of gravity was destroyed, he almost instinctively fell to the ground, and then the beating like raindrops followed.

No one gave him any chance to breathe, and no one told him why these were.

At this moment, he curled his body and lay on his side, these encounters made him think of his childhood, the bullying he received in the block.

This is not a good thing worth recalling.

Those children always called him "dog bastard," he lived in an environment of deep inferiority, he even once hated his mother.

Since you didn't intend to keep him, why did you give birth to him?

Since you have decided to give birth to him, why did you throw him away?

He doesn't understand, and doesn't want to understand, because there is no time to understand.

Most of the time he was the object of bullying, who let his skin be so dark?

They also bullied him like this, in the deepest part of his memory, the big child who took the lead in bullying him, after beating him, took off his pants.

The moment the fishy, hot urine poured on his head, he decided that he must get ahead in the future!

He longed to become strong, it seems that only by becoming strong can he protect himself.

He once thought he was strong enough, and no one could bully him anymore, until this moment.

Every stick hitting his body brought not only physical pain, but also spiritual, soul-deep, those bad memories of the past began to attack him again, and his eyeballs became red.

He stared at the manager expressionlessly through the gap between his arms, staring at those who were inflicting violence on him. The police who were watching the fun finally found something wrong, and when they ran over, they were blocked by some foreigners in dark windbreakers who looked like they were not from this country.

It is clear that these people, and the people who are beating people inside, are in the same group.

One of the young men took out five two-dollar Federal Sol bills, stared at the guy who should be a police officer among these police, and handed the money over, "I only have one piece of advice for you, don't find trouble for yourself!"

He said, lifting his windbreaker, revealing the weapon inside.

Looking at the pistol in the holster inside the windbreaker, the police officers in front of him all fell into silence.

They have no weapons, to be precise, no thermal weapons.

Let alone submachine guns or something, not even a pistol.

Not used, and no need.

Before the Federalists arrived here, Lapa people were actually quite easy to manage, as long as they didn't starve to death, they wouldn't find trouble for the rulers.

But with the arrival of the Federalists, everything changed, and it became more difficult to manage.

They began to have a questioning attitude toward some things, not as simple as before.

But even so, the police still didn't have full weapons, and only a very few people could be equipped with weapons.

After all, even if it's just a pistol, it's a thermal weapon, and it can fire bullets, causing death at a distance of tens of meters.

This is what the rulers fear most, so the ruling group has set up many checkpoints for the use of weapons within Lapa.

The police officer looked at the pistol in the holster in the young man's windbreaker, and then looked at the few banknotes pinched in the other hand of the other party, and soon he made a decision.

He reached out and took the banknotes in the young man's hand, and then in front of other police officers, took off his police cap, then put the banknotes in, and put it on again.

In this short time, Ronnie had been beaten to the ground and rolled back and forth in the factory. He hadn't resisted, but the resistance brought more siege to him, and the workers looked at him with sympathy and regret.

The crowd also had some commotion, but it was soon suppressed.

The manager was helped to climb up; he was scared just now, he lost a big face in front of the workers, he is the manager, this will damage his majesty.

Now he wants to find back what he lost because of Ronnie's pushing action, he must make some contributions!

Lanse had someone give him a baseball bat, and the manager who got the baseball bat swung the baseball bat in his hand into an afterimage!

"Let you fucker push me!"

"Let you fucker take the lead in making trouble!"

"Let you fucker be lazy every day..."

In the process of venting, he also clearly pushed some responsibilities to Ronnie, as if... it was completely because of him that everything became so bad!

He kept swinging the baseball bat in his hand and smashed it toward Ronnie on the ground, he vented fiercely, and with the continuous beating, his mood also calmed down a lot.

Using violence and destruction to obtain comfort has always been a relatively common means for humans, for example, once someone's emotional fluctuation intensifies, they will start to throw things.

The manager looked at Ronnie, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead and didn't dare to move, and the manager spat a mouthful of saliva on Ronnie's body. Then he stood on the box again.

He looked around, took a deep breath, pointed at Ronnie lying on the ground without moving, and said in a cold and serious voice, "This is the end of your non-cooperation!"

Now, many people have lowered their heads, not daring to touch the manager's anger again.

The manager's gaze stayed on those closest to him, no one dared to raise their heads, at this moment, the manager was satisfied.

"If you still want to keep this job, then from now on, you must follow the company's rules."

"If anyone feels it's too strict and can't stand it, then you can leave now."

"This is the last time I repeat this sentence..."

A few minutes later, the people gathered at the factory gate scattered on their own initiative.

Some people set up Ronnie and took him away; he needs a doctor now.

And most people returned to the factory, returned to the side of the assembly line, and started a new day of work.

The more grassroots, the poorer the place, the people living here, they won't respect you just because you gave them a chance and you respect them.

People will only awe those who can decide their future destiny.

Ronnie's "outbreak" was just a "talking point" for them, and couldn't really change anything.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 930 =====