My name is Ren

Chapter 578 Justice and Evil have always been difficult to define, what is good for you is bad for me

In the early morning, after Sandro opened the door, he glanced at the garbage on the ground in front of the door with a blank expression, then turned silently and took out a broom and dustpan from behind the door to clean up the garbage on the ground.These rotten vegetable leaves and smelly bone shelves were not the most disgusting garbage he had ever seen. On the first night when the Byron Empire was closed, feces were thrown on the door and windows of his house.

Even he himself was beaten several times by those children with half-dried donkey dung.

He found the sheriff, the police force, and the neighborhood councilors, but it was of no use at all, and even these people didn't even bother to say a word of sympathy, let alone catch those who might do such disgusting things for him. The person who did it.

And all this is because he is a Byron.

The basic law of the Byron Empire prohibits discrimination between races and races, allowing almost all races to live in a relatively equal environment. In addition to the reproductive isolation that has been broken in this world, the blood of humans in the Byron Empire is absolutely It's not that clean, and this is the most important point why the Desi who have always paid attention to blood look down on the Byrons.

Can a group of people who may have animal blood in their veins still be called human?
Because of his blue hair, which is loved by people in the Byron Empire, he is not happy here, but he has to live here-his boss lives here, so he must live here .

Thinking of the monthly salary three times higher than that in the Byron Empire and more benefits and benefits, he endured it.

After cleaning up the garbage at the door, I ate a little breakfast, closed the door and wandered in the street.Since the closure of the Byron Empire, the work in the factory has stopped, and he does not need to work for the time being, and of course the salary is still paid as usual.Usually, when he doesn't need to work, he will choose to find a tavern to have a drink, look at those skilled women with fat buttocks and breasts standing on the stage, and throw a handful of copper coins. Days are not too bad.

Today, when he was about to go to the tavern for entertainment, he was actually refused entry, and the reason was because he was a Byron!

Sandro's temper is not grumpy, and the grumpy people have already packed up their bags and returned home in the first week of coming to the Orlando Empire. They can't stand the environment and atmosphere here, and that's why his salary is lower than The reason why it is three times higher than in China.

But no matter how good-tempered a person is, facing all kinds of garbage and feces every morning when he opens the door, he will also explode when he wants to go to a tavern for a while when he is wandering around the street and is rejected.

In front of everyone, under the disdainful eyes of the tavern owner, he blushed, waved his arms and yelled, "Oh! You bloody bastards, why do you treat me like this? Is it because I have blue hair? Colored hair?" He took a breath, and when he was about to continue shouting, he suddenly heard someone in the crowd yelling, bastard.In an instant, a rush of hot blood rushed straight to the top of his head, the corners of his eyes twitched, the muscles on his cheekbones twitched, and he shouted with some distortion, "I really hope that the eggshell barrier will be broken. How dare you treat me like this!"

"You rude, ignorant, ignorant, savage Desi who don't know what civilization is, you should go to hell!"

After speaking, he pushed away the crowd and left without looking back. He needed to find a place to vent his anger.

But it's a pity that those skilled women who only knew money in the past are now sternly refusing to do his business. After cursing a few more words, he found fellow Byron workers and drank together. Drunk, staggeringly muddled through the day.All the Byrons don't know how long this situation will last, maybe the day when the Orlando Empire resists Byron's invasion?
Or... the day when the Byron Empire really broke in?

neither knows.

Early the next morning, Sandro, who had just woken up from a hangover, rubbed his painful head and opened the door, took a deep breath, picked up the broom and dustpan to clean the door, and a group of well-armed The guard appeared in his line of sight.He was a little puzzled, and took two steps back timidly. He stood on the threshold and looked at the guards.

There were a lot of people watching around, and the faces of these neighbors showed a kind of gloating expression, and they used words like deserve it in a low voice to describe what was happening.

He was suddenly a little at a loss. He tried hard to think about everything that happened recently. He didn't take any measures. He was already discriminated against by the mainstream people in this empire. How could he dare to make mistakes or even commit crimes?
"Mr. Sandro, on behalf of the lord of Milin City, the Governor of Bell Province, the Earl Joberg, I will officially read to you the latest local laws and regulations." After saying this, he took it from the pocket tied on his belt, He took out a scroll, opened it, and read in public, "From today onwards, all Byrons must move to live in a designated location three kilometers outside of Milin City, and must not leave until the end of the war. Given that the two countries are currently In the midst of war, in order to avoid unnecessary suspicion and conflict, all Byron property will be temporarily sealed up. At the same time, in order to reflect the support of the Byron people living in the empire to the empire, the empire will expropriate the property of the Byron people for a fee , wealth, and supplies. During this special period, all behaviors, words, and actions of the Byron people will be strictly controlled."

"If you have any objections, you can appeal to the Orlando Imperial Central Supreme Prosecutor's Office and the Supreme Court."

"Now, please cooperate with our work."

The guard took back the scroll, tilted his head slightly, and the two guards rushed over like wolves, directly cut Sandro's hands back while still in a state of confusion, and tied them up with ropes.Perhaps intentionally, perhaps accidentally, they also put a rope around Sandro's mouth so that he could not utter a clear word.Another soldier closed the door of Sandroux's residence, put a seal on it and put a lock on it.

They pushed Sandro up the street like a prisoner. At this moment, Sandro, who had realized what had happened, suddenly struggled violently.He didn't know what he was going to face, but he knew one thing, that is, if he followed these people and left here today, maybe he would have no chance to come back.

He twisted his limbs and ran towards the crowd. Unfortunately, he was not a strong professional after all. Facing these strong guards, his struggle was as weak and ridiculous as a bug in the hands of a giant.The soldier behind him raised his sickle gun and drew it on his thigh. The blade of the sickle gun cut a hole in his thigh. The blood stained the clothes around the wound instantly, and he also staggered violently. He fell hard to the ground.

He howled like a pig, and looked desperately at the surrounding Desi people. How much he hoped that someone would stand up to defend him or plead for him.However, what he faced was only gloating and fierce eyes, and tears poured out of his eyes unconsciously. Facing the unknown future, fear swallowed his heart and all the courage in him.

Shouting unintelligible words, he rolled on the ground, unwilling to be pulled up by those guards, but when he saw the two guards drew their long swords from their waists, their eyes glowed with bloodthirsty excitement, his body felt a little nervous. Suddenly froze, motionless.

He could see that these people really wanted to kill him, and he didn't want to die, so he stopped struggling and let the guards pull him up.

He was limping and being pushed on the street by the guards, and the onlookers on the street showed mocking or contemptuous expressions from time to time, as if needles had been pierced into his chest.

When he got out of the street, he was stunned for a moment, because he saw a huge carriage used to transport grain by camels, and the carriage was crowded with Byron people he knew or didn't know, including his boss and others. coworkers.

These people were chained like livestock, and several of them had wounds on their bodies. Obviously, they also went through a little resistance before they were caught in the carriage.

There was a sudden pain in his buttocks, and the guard behind kicked him on the buttocks, causing him to stagger and hit his head on the carriage.The guards didn't care that his forehead was bruised at this time, and they pulled him by his trouser legs, regardless of the wound on his leg, and pushed him into the carriage.

The embarrassed Sandro looked at his compatriots who were also in a mess, and sighed faintly.

The carriage moved slowly, and ran out along the avenue of Milin City in one breath. After running on the official road for about 10 minutes, Sandro and the others saw the place where they would live for the next period of time.

A place like a prison!

The three-meter-high barbed wire fence is full of barbs, and every 20 meters is an archery tower, and people can be faintly seen walking back and forth in the archery tower.In the middle of the huge barbed wire fence, a lot of wood was piled up, and a group of Byrons had already been imprisoned here.They were at work, apparently building a dwelling for themselves.The carriage entered the world inside the barbed wire along several layers of barriers, and stopped by a ditch.

The guards drove them all down with whips and sticks, and made them stand in a line by the ditch.

Sandro felt that his thigh was about to lose consciousness, but when he wanted to say something, those vicious guards whipped him in the face, and his words were drawn into his throat.

"Starting today, you will have a code name that belongs to you. Before the end of the war, you must remember your code name, because it is related to your life and supplies." A young man in a gray uniform shook his hand Whip, with his chin raised, glanced at the group of Byrons contemptuously, "Untie the ropes for them."

(End of this chapter)