Him and their stars.

Chapter 808 This is the end
Of course Tituo is asking for nothing.Although his good friend Tutu is living a prosperous life, he is only the leader of the militia team and really doesn't know the current status of the attack.Of course, he didn't even know that this "vicious" incident that caused a lot of trouble but only caused double-digit casualties is now basically coming to an end.

Major Simon Wayali, who did not carry any weapons, and the Busca engineer, who only wore a wrench and a hammer, were surrounded by a group of "kidnappers" who were armed with live ammunition and listened to their voices.

The hostages were all gathered in a corner of the factory building, looking at the scene with curiosity on their faces, looking like they were having a good time eating melons, and there was hardly any fear on their faces.

"In other words, your wages were robbed by those lords?" Simon listened and recorded strokes with his terminal.

"Yes, yes! It was clearly agreed that the wages will be our own. I was still thinking about saving enough money to move to Tulong." Sha Min A said.

"I, I don't even have this hope." Shamin B said, "I just want to buy some medicine for my sick mother."

Shamin C said: "In the past, they said they were hiring agents, so we put up with it. But now, not only are we going to rob, but we're also going to kill people..."

Shamin D said indignantly: "And if you say no, you will drive your family out of the city!"

"Very good. I heard all your requests." Simon closed his notebook: "Don't worry, in our youth club..."

Busca gasped Simon calmly, and the latter quickly changed his words: "Under the governance of the community government, all the sand people in the star gate do not have any personal attachments. Now there may still be lords and patriarchs. My lord, but at most you are renting a house with them, not their slaves."

The Shamen "thugs" looked at each other in blank dismay, some were disapproving, some were thoughtful, and some were even more confused.

"When I taught you to read and write on the first day, I taught you? Can't you hear it now?" Busca shouted.

This short-tempered young engineer has a high prestige in the eyes of ordinary workers, no less than Simon, a psyker and the leader of the militia.After all, the latter is a gentle and elegant political commissar, who speaks very politely and patiently, but Busca said that labor and management are working class, and they really know how to hammer people with a wrench.

When he yelled like this, the "thugs" all drooped their heads immediately.

"Also, can't you tell me this kind of thing? Tell your monitor? Why do you want to do such a stupid thing?" Busca said loudly again.

After a while, a sandman said cautiously: "...I, indeed, during this period of time, I really feel that my brain is not working well. I am always groggy."

Another Shaman said: "Well, I am also like this. I am very angry every day. When I hear that my wages have been robbed, I feel very hated. Yes, I hate it very much! Why why why why why!"

Sha Min uttered a scream because Busca had already jumped up and slapped him, and said angrily: "A gentleman should stop talking like the wretched woman in the comics, it's not disgusting. You are a worker, what the hell are you a worker! Grandpa the worker is fearless! Do you understand?"

Wayali glanced at Busca next to him.The young black mechanic hadn't read many books, let alone a psychic who could control the mind, but he felt that this guy's words were particularly pleasant.

No, the sand people on the scene also listened to it, and they were all ashamed.

If it was replaced by those sand people who were still working as thugs for the city lord and patriarch, they might not understand it.But these people present have been construction workers for a long time after all, and they still have empathy for the term "grandfather worker".

"So you are awakened?" Simon asked.

"Yes, after he died, he woke up."

The dead person everyone is talking about refers to the corpse of a sandman with red scales lying beside him.This guy's body is unusually burly. If the ordinary Sandman is a Chinese alligator, this guy might be a Nile crocodile.

Both Busca and Simon knew this guy. After all, such a large sandman is still rare, not to mention that this guy can work as many as ten.He is a sandman named Ermen. Because of his burly body and infinite strength, he is still active in his work. He has become a section chief in the construction team, and he is in charge of several teams of two to three hundred workers.

Simon felt that it would be a pity for a guy who could stand up to a troll just by looking at his size. It would be a pity to be a worker, but he should be a fighter, so he asked the other party for his opinion.

However, this Shamin worker named Ermen said that it is good to move bricks on the construction site every day, including food, housing and allowances, and he is ready to do so.

Who can deny a day's small but sure happiness?Although Simon felt it was a pity, he didn't make things difficult for others.

However, what they never expected was that this guy would be the mastermind of the Shamin workers' riot.However, looking at it now, this "mastermind" is just a tool to be used.

Two hours ago, he and Busca proposed to enter the factory to have an interview with everyone.But I don't know why, the man named Ermen didn't think much, and allowed everyone to go in.

"I'm here for fairness!" said Ermen, "You earthlings are just the oppressors here, I'm the disciple of Elder Hesen, and I want to fight for the well-being of all the fellow Sand people! "

Elder Hesen was the hero of the sand people who led the uprising of millions of troops, and he was finally killed in the battle of Turon.In addition, Yang Xiyi, who took over the military intelligence work of Xinyumen, had all his relatives within the fifth service and all his disciples plus all his disciples' relatives within the fifth service checked.This does not include this Ermen.

"So, what exactly do you want?" Simon asked: "As far as I know, you have been promoted to the section chief and applied for citizenship in the community. Your wife and sister run a restaurant together in the town of Jushi to sell fried soil. Rat, several children are also in the elementary school in the town, and they attend classes with the children of the earth."

As soon as these words came out, Simon saw the struggle on the other party's face with his own eyes, and immediately understood what was going on.Although he didn't feel any spiritual fluctuations, he had to think in this direction.

"Don't let it take your sanity away! Ermen, you are a good worker!" Busca also noticed something and shouted loudly.

However, Ermen's struggle finally turned into a sick convulsion and frenzy, he let out a low growl, stretched out his huge palm-like hand, and pressed it directly to Simon's head: "Feel our pain! Understand our pain! Accept our pain!"

He roared, but the moment his palm touched Simon's head, he let out a low howl of pain, his head seemed to be lifted by an invisible bullet, and his brain and blood splashed all around.

The huge body hit the ground like an overturned giant truck, and lost its sound on the spot.

This kind of development, not to mention the hostages and other sand people, even Simon and others were dumbfounded.

"You, are you so powerful?" Busca turned pale with shock.He is not a psyker, but he has seen a psyker open a film with his own eyes, so he still has some insight.

"I, I don't know either! I've only just passed the third ring!" Simon said, "And I'm a judge, so I don't have the ability to kill people like that!"

"Oh, you have three rings!" Busca was even more shocked.You know, the "White General" who betrayed Chief Hongfeng and Lumina and defected to the empire was just a second ring.

"Recently I brought everyone to work together, and I really grew up... But, even if I got to the Sixth Ring Road, I couldn't do it like this!" Simon said loudly.

He looked suspiciously at the headshot corpse of the other party, and recalled it carefully, but he was sure that when the guy's hand touched the top of his head, his mental shield did start to respond automatically, and a faint sound came from his temple. Got a sting.

Then, the tingling sensation was like encountering a natural enemy beast, and I couldn't feel it anymore after retreating on the spot.

Simon carefully identified it again, and could vaguely see something like tentacles trembling slightly around the wound on the sand giant's half-drawn head, but he just blinked a little, and it disappeared completely. It seems like it's just an illusion.

However, he is a psyker after all, and he absolutely cannot explain these subtle phenomena with such superficial terms as hallucinations.

No, when Ermen fell to the ground, the sandmen "thugs" with live ammunition around them calmed down as if they had just woken up from a dream.Their expressions still had evil spirits and fierce looks, but their eyes were a little ignorant and confused, as if they had just recovered from a killing dream.

Then, they really found out that it wasn't a dream.On the spot, a sandman uttered a scream, subconsciously raised the rifle in his hand, and was smashed on the head by Busca with a hammer.

"Shout a fart! No matter how old you are, you will know how to roar! Solve the problem!" Engineer Buska shouted: "And you, leave the guns for me. Tell you, you are in big trouble this time! "

Simon also showed a pleasant political commissar-style smile: "Everyone, put down your weapons. Let's talk about it. I'm sure you must have suffered some illusions. Don't worry, the community government already has very complete regulations on victims of psionic power .I estimate that the most serious crime for you is the crime of manslaughter."

Of course, this is also because so far, all the dead were members of these rioting sand people. Not to mention the civilians were killed, there were not even serious injuries. The follow-up is relatively easy to deal with.

"Anyway, it's not too late to stop now. But now that you've clearly awakened, and you still have to resist stubbornly, that's another nature." Seeing the timid and hesitant look of these sand people, he said again : "However, psychic means amplify the dark side and extreme thoughts deep in your heart. At this point, everyone has grievances in their hearts, right? Would you like to talk to me?"

Simon who has reached the third ring of "Judgment" is now the "Lawyer".The higher the energy level of this star ring, the stronger one's beliefs and values ​​will be, and the temperament will change accordingly.Coupled with the addition of a gentle and elegant political commissar, he is actually easy to gain the trust of the lower working people.

Ever since, there was the previous complaint meeting.

"I assure you, no one dares to take away the fruits of your hard work! I will give you a satisfactory explanation within three days at the most." Simon assured everyone, and then changed the subject: "But, you are indeed Participated in the attack and kidnapping. Therefore, you must lay down your weapons and go out and surrender to the guards. Rest assured, no one will abuse you while you are in the detention center. Will you believe me?"

The Shamen looked at each other, and one of them said cautiously: "I, we believe in you. But, after you come out, can you continue to come back to work?"

They looked at Busca with hopeful eyes, and the latter scolded: "By the time you come out, the light track may be repaired!"

The construction workers hung their heads again.

"Huh, in the final analysis, it's because you are too lacking in energy. You are so weak and want to be a worker? It can be seen that there is a lack of labor education! Captain... Uh, my former leader told us to strengthen our cognition and three views , In this way, it will be difficult for even the top psychics to control us! Look at your useless looks, can't you really not see that we are actually changing the world with our own hands? Something is wrong You don’t want to solve the problem, you don’t want to fight against the bad guys who oppress you, but you only know how to complain. This is how the evil spirits took advantage of it! It would be better to roast all the shadows in your souls!"

The construction worker raised his head again, but all that flashed in his eyes was the light of hope.

Ever since, the attack that lasted twelve hours but caused double-digit casualties and no civilian deaths came to an end.

The remaining sand people dropped their weapons, and under Simon's guidance, they walked out of the factory and surrendered to the guards outside.

All the hostages were also taken care of, and there were no casualties after the count. Except for half a day of water and rice and a little thirsty, there was no problem.

These hostages include Tulong citizens who sell snacks at the construction site, workers from the Red Maple Factory, and several foreign businessmen who visited the machinery factory. They were indeed a little frightened when they were first held hostage, but when Simon and Busca entered the factory I am not so afraid, and I will eat melons all the way later.They all felt that with the super-expansion in the second half, being kidnapped this time was a worthwhile trip.It is definitely worth it to suffer so much.

Busca followed everyone out of the factory, making sure that every hostage got into the ambulance and that every sandman was not injured or beaten before preparing to leave.He declined the offer to go back to the hospital for a check-up and take a rest, and instead prepared to return directly to the construction site.However, before he got back to his car, a well-dressed and dignified middle-aged uncle came out of nowhere, and suddenly appeared beside him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Busca? I am John Prince, a reporter from GNN News. I heard that this case was caused by the unsatisfactory wages of the sand laborers. Is that true? Some Turon citizens Think this is caused by the insatiable greed of the sand workers, do you think..."

"Which xxx said that? The income of the Sandmen workers is only less than one-third of that of human beings, and they are still being deducted like this. Who is insatiable? I just want to ask, and the Red Maple Factory sent it What’s going on here?” Busca wanted to hide from the reporter at first, but when he heard this, he exploded: “Obviously they were bullied! They did It's one thing to do something wrong, it's another to get them bullied!"

Mr. reporter looked directly at the furious black youth, but smiled happily.

(End of this chapter)