This Game Is Too Realistic

Night gradually fell in the southern sea, and gradually deepened. At this moment, the distant Xifan Port had just ushered in dusk, and the hot fiery red seemed to dry up the sea water.

There is no such thing as winter near the equator. Seeing the scorching sun sinking into the sea, the workers on the dock finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun has finally set!

After the busy days before, the pier was empty for several days without a single ship.

Everyone had no work to do, and finally realized what it meant to be "all prosperous when one gains, and all suffer when one suffers".

If Xifan Port really goes bankrupt, everyone will have to sell themselves to the plantations of the nobles.

Although Borneo Province is a bit good, you can live by eating dirt, but it is impossible for people to eat dirt all at once.

You won't gain any meat from eating that food, and the more you eat, the less energetic you will be, and the less energetic you will be, and the less able you will be to work. This vicious cycle will lead to the whole family being buried in the ground.

It's safe to eat it two or three days a week, and it's acceptable for three or four days, but it's a bit troublesome to eat it for six days in a row. No one would eat like this except in times of famine.

Fortunately, shipping has recovered somewhat recently, and people who have been idle for a long time have work to do again.

Thinking of Mr. Najib's promise to increase wages, everyone worked hard.

Their ideas are very simple, even a bit "simple".

When the boss gives them money, they can't let others suffer. They work slower than those slaves who work for foreigners.

But——

Not everyone benefited.

For example, the guy who carried Orissa's body the other day to stand up for his family.

Another example is those guys who are clamoring to raise wages to ten dinars a day.

All of these people, without exception, were slipped through the cracks and entered Mr. Najib’s little book.

First, there is the labor registration office. As a rule, it only introduces jobs to honest workers, while those who are disobedient will not be introduced if they can, or they will only be assigned jobs with the lowest wages.

It is impossible to think about the pier.

As for the iron and steel plant and the cement plant, that is also a fantasy.

After all, the shareholders behind any profitable industry are actually the same type of people.

Either a Velant or a noble of the Empire.

Under the connection of interests, these people are extremely united.

Those freedmen who were blacklisted were either waiting at home for notification, or doing some cleaning work or other cleaning work.

The positions they vacated were slowly taken by other slaves who were promoted to freemen.

Anyway, there are a lot of slaves in Borneo.

This is like a set of metabolic machinery, forming a perfect closed loop.

At this point, West Sails Harbor is actually very similar to the former Golden Gallen Harbor.

These scrap jobs are usually done by slaves, after all, there is no need to worry about them working for foreigners.

But as a freedman, it would be impossible to support a family just by doing these jobs.

Some people tried to find help from those workers who had benefited, and wanted to get them to unite again to fight for common interests and conduct another non-violent non-cooperation strike. However, they were treated as savage beasts by the workers behind them.

They already got what they wanted.

Eight dinars a day was enough for them to live on, and what they wanted was not much.

As for the guys who were left behind...

If you want to blame them, just blame them for being dishonest.

Besides, these guys who carry excrement and water, sweep the streets, and even have no work to do can't be considered "one of our own."

How dare a guy who earns two dinars a day claim to be his compatriot?

You've overstepped your bounds!

In fact, at first, they were embarrassed when they refused.

After all, they actually know exactly where the dinars in their hands came from.

But later it was reported that the group of guys who were leading the trouble were all members of the Silver Moon Sect. When they were injured, many of them were bandaged at the Silver Moon Church.

Then there were rumors that Pastor Melchior sympathized with the Moon Tribe.

Moon tribe people!

That's a worry for the empire!

All the clues seemed to be "clear". Those thorns in the trouble were instigated by the moon bandits, and they even accepted Lacy's money, and the exclusion of these people was immediately justified.

From a hero respected by thousands of people to a bear despised by everyone, Isher, with a bandage on his forehead, sat in the church with a depressed look on his face.

It was the only place where he could find a moment of peace.

Najib's long stick team doesn't dare to mess with this place yet, maybe they are waiting for an opportunity, maybe they are asking the master for instructions. Those who spat at the Silver Moon Sect's emblem did not dare to approach here for fear of being mistaken for moon bandits.

It was he who carried Orissa's body to confront Najib ten days ago.

At that time, he was just passionate and felt that he could no longer be like this, so he bravely stood up.

He had never seen Lacy at all, and it was impossible to think about it. After all, that evil ghost was thousands of kilometers away from here, not to mention that there was the invincible God of War, General Alaya, fighting with that guy on the front line.

However, those people were sure that he had met Laci one night, and they swore that he and the guy talked for several hours.

The scar on my forehead was still aching, as if it was inflamed.

Melgio, who was wearing a robe, came over and asked the old nun on the side to help him remove the bandage, then applied alcohol disinfection on him, and then put on a new one.

The severe pain tortured Isher's consciousness.

However, what was more unbearable than the physical pain came from his heart.

"...I don't understand why those people just don't understand...what happened to me today will happen to them one day, or to their children. It's obvious that this is Najib's fault for us. He is trying to use a group of guys we have never seen before to incite us to kill each other. "

This typical drama appeared in "The Awakening of Bol". The nobles in the inner city tried to bribe Bol with a black card. After the latter showed the black card, they immediately showed their minions, trying to discredit the hero and fabricate the story between him and Bol. The prostitute's scandal instigated the residents of Boulder City to hate him...

It's just that the residents of Boulder City saw through the tricks of the inner city. Instead of trampling Boer under their feet, they united around him and became the spark that dispersed the long night.

The author of that novel is also here.

He still remembered that the night he heard this passage, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep the whole night.

"You are too anxious," Melgio sighed while helping him treat the wound. "What seems obvious to you is still new to people here."

Isher frowned and tried to argue.

"Kebol..."

Melgio interrupted hastily.

"It's just a novel, a cannery worker named Sperger's contribution to the sub-issue of the Survivor Daily. It's not a real history after all... How can you ask people in reality to be exactly the same as in the novel?"

"But Boulder City is not in this novel, right?" Isher said calmly, "I heard that Bol has a bad personality."

Melgio fell silent.

Maybe the one who is anxious is actually himself.

His original intention of running the "Silver Gospel" was just to teach the people here to read. People who learned to write would naturally write their own stories.

Just like Sperger, who was once illiterate, he finally wrote that earth-shattering article.

Before that, Harr, the founder of "Survival Daily", besides writing news, he only serialized some nutritious limericks in the newspaper.

But now it seems...

It seems that I have done something terrible.

He had no doubt that he was walking on the path guided by the Silver Moon Goddess, but he was too impatient.

"I've been there before, and you and the people there...are actually different."

Isher raised his head and looked at him puzzledly and asked.

"Different?"

Melgio nodded.

"Well, they know that Bol is fake, but most people believe that he can be real, and sincerely hope that he is true, so everyone becomes Bol. As for 'Ken', among them It’s a very small number.”

"You are actually smarter than them, but you are using it in the wrong place. You also know that Bohr is fake, but you blame a fictional character for why it is not real. What is the difference between this and fishing for the moon out of water? Because water The moon inside cannot be fished out, so it proves that the moon is fake."

"I believe he exists! I never thought he was fake!" Isher interrupted him and stood up from his chair excitedly, "More than that, I am willing to be him!"

"You are brave, but it makes no sense... No one standing with you believes it. Your surroundings are destined to be dark, and the darkness is destined to be filled with speculators. If you continue to behave like this, either Become a flash of flame, burn out before dawn, or burn vigorously... But no matter what, your end will not be good, and the people here will not change anything."

Yu Xin couldn't bear to look at him, and Melgio continued in a gentle tone.

"I don't want you to be too depressed. You are a good person, but I can only tell you that the time has come. It has been less than a year since the establishment of Xifan Port, and you... have only become free citizens in the past two months. And most of the people here are still slaves.”

"As for Boulder City, slaves have never become the mainstream of their society from beginning to end. They only appeared in some farms outside the giant wall. During this period, countless shelters opened their doors to bring them the technology and ideas of the Prosperity Era, but even so They have still been sinking for hundreds of years...even before they ushered in the dawn of victory, they indirectly created monsters like the Torch."

He also hates the Legion, or rather, no one hates those big noses.

Especially for the people in Luoxia Province, they are just like demons, having done all the bad things.

However, after staying in Xifan Port for a few days, his thoughts changed slightly.

Any issue cannot be discussed without the context of the times. It is certainly not good to put people in cages, but if they are driven from one narrow cage to another that is slightly more spacious, it can still be regarded as a kind of progress.

Even if this slightly wider cage is still worthy of criticism, the progress itself is worthy of praise.

Isher lowered his head and remained silent.

He was very grateful to the priest for his free help. A poor guy like him couldn't get such precious things as alcohol.

But it was obvious that Mr. Melgio did not fully understand their pain.

Their life on the farm estate was no more miserable than it was at Westsail.

Although they were all the private property of the master at that time, the master would not drag out a piece of furniture and smash it every day, even for the sake of his money.

And no matter how bad the master is, there is only one bad master. Most people have never seen what that master looks like, let alone what kind of luxurious life he leads, but they can live in peace with each other.

But it's a completely different situation in Saifan Port. The masters and the Weirant people have joined forces and want to suck out their marrow.

But now, they are not satisfied with this, and have even formed an alliance in private, so that "thornheads" like him can't find a job and are ostracized everywhere.

No doubt they wanted him dead!

A trace of hatred gradually appeared in Isher's eyes.

There was no retreat for him.

The worst case scenario for others is to sell themselves as slaves, but he can be sure that if he does this, Najib will buy him and his family without mercy, use his pain for pleasure, and then use his head Come kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

He must do something!

He was not the only one who thought so, but everyone else sitting in the church felt the same way.

They are different from the busy workers on the dock. Their common beliefs have united them.

Since they dare to stand up and speak out for Orissa, they dare to give it a try again for the fate of their compatriots!

"...Thank you, Mr. Melgio, for bringing us the teachings of the Silver Moon Goddess, for teaching us how to read, and for dressing our wounds."

Melgio looked at Isher blankly, and noticed something abnormal in those eyes.

The eyes covered with anger made him feel a little scared.

"What do you want to do?"

Isher lowered his voice and said.

"We must take action against what belongs to us before Najib and his sticks take action... This is also for you and your church. Our time is running out."

His voice was vague, as if he didn't want to say too much. It was obvious that he himself felt that the idea was unreliable and was worried about implicating the church.

It is precisely because of this that he needs to change places to discuss with other like-minded people.

Melgio looked at the man in astonishment, watched him stand up and walked out the door, and watched other people in the church also stand up from the benches and follow him silently.

In the blink of an eye, only some old men with weak legs and feet were left in the huge church, standing in the church with him and the old nun next to him.

"I'm worried that they will do something wrong..." The old nun's eyes were full of worry, and she looked at Melgio beside her, as if hoping to persuade them later.

Melgio's face was also full of worry, and there was also a hint of deep worry.

"I'm worried too... but what can I say? Hold him and tell him not to cry? It's no use. They won't even tell me what they plan to do. I just hope he can wake up on his own."

Of course, the most inappropriate thing was those people who completely drove them to a dead end.

Could he persuade these people to accept their fate?

With a sigh, Melgio lowered his eyebrows and silently drew an arc on his chest to pray.

May the light of the Silver Moon Goddess protect them and prevent these lost lambs from going astray...

This is the only love he can do as a pastor.

…

Dusk has sunk into the sea, and night will soon fall in Saifan Port. It's finally time to go to work.

There was a long queue at the door of the labor registration office, and the workers who had worked the shift were collecting their wages from the window one after another.

Everyone has a different time to pay their wages, but it always ends on a full Monday.

Finally being in line, Govinda walked forward quickly, looked at the lion tribe guy behind the counter with a flattering smile, and held out his hands respectfully.

Although this would not increase his salary by one cent, he still did it subconsciously.

The staff here see thousands of people like him every day.

The young man didn't bother to waste time with him. He counted four coins with a face value of ten and two coins with a face value of one, threw them on the counter, and continued to eat melon seeds.

Govinda quickly picked up the coins and counted them in his hands, but his eyes widened.

"Wait, why are there only 42!? I worked for a week, but I didn't take a day off. It should be 56 dinars, but you gave me 14 less!"

The young man behind the counter looked at the poor man with disdain and said impatiently.

"Who is short of your few dinars? Your wages are only so much. If you have any questions, ask Najib."

Govinda's nose was so angry that he was holding the coin tightly in his hand and pointed at the window.

"How can you cheat! We agreed on eight dinars a day!"

The young man didn't talk nonsense to him at all and called the supervisor on duty here.

The head teacher on duty seemed to be very good at dealing with this kind of situation. He started shouting at the top of his voice before he even got here.

"Why are you making such a fuss? There aren't many ships these days, and you don't know it! 6 dinars would be great. Are you as busy every day as you were two weeks ago!"

Govinda was anxious. It was the wages he had finally earned, but these people actually turned their backs on him!

Although six dinars a day was higher than before, it made him feel like he had been slapped in the face after working hard for a week.

"But... two weeks ago, we only worked for half a day and you gave me 8!"

The director said impatiently.

"If you think it's too young, don't come tomorrow... What's this guy's name? Lock him up."

As soon as he heard these words, Govinda lost his temper and his whole face turned as white as snow.

"No, no! I'll do it! I'll come tomorrow!"

The director gave a hint to the young man behind the counter, and then put down the pen in his hand in an understanding manner, making an appearance of leniency.

"Do a good job, don't yell all day long, and get out as soon as you get the money. There are still people queuing up here."

The director on duty waved his hand as if to shoo away flies.

The surrounding workers were silent, and none of them dared to speak out, for fear of being the first to stand out.

They had seen what happened to those moon bandits. Those people were beaten alive and became untouchable.

Govinda walked out of the registration office dejectedly. He looked at the shrinking coins in his hand and then glanced at the plaque behind him. He couldn't help but spit on the ground.

"Damn..."

If I had known better, I should have listened to Isher.

He didn't dare to say this out loud, but thinking about it in his mind, it didn't matter.

Dragging his tired body, he limped home, thinking about what to do with the considerable sum of money in his pocket.

In fact, if you think about it, six dinars a day is quite a lot. The family's expenses are completely covered, and maybe there will be some left over.

Just as he was thinking this, there was a sudden bang behind him.

The sound shocked him. He subconsciously turned his head and saw billowing smoke rising in the direction of the warehouse in the port area. The explosion seemed to be coming from there.

He couldn't be more familiar with that place. After all, that's where he spent the most time every day.

It was filled with tea leaves and sugar, as well as some cotton wool or cotton cloth.

Or maybe it’s cement and steel.

Although cement cannot be ignited, sugar is a tough thing, and there are also flammable materials such as cotton wool.

Govinda heard people's shouts and commotion in the distance.

"It's on fire! It's the warehouse district!"

"It's burning!"

"Quick! Quickly put out the fire!"

It's burning...

Seeing that the fruits of his day's work were burned, there was no panic on his face, but a gloating smile on his face.

Burn well!

It’s not his stuff anyway, so it’s best to burn it more vigorously and burn down the entire port!

Thinking like this, the footsteps of his Yi family became brisk...

On the other side, Isher and the other believers who had just walked out of the church also heard the explosion and were stunned for a moment.

Someone quickly reacted and spoke in a lowered voice.

"It's the warehouse district!"

"Is there a fire?"

Realizing the possible betrayal there, everyone's faces suddenly showed expressions of relief.

However, Isher frowned, and a trace of sadness appeared on his brows.

"Don't rush to gloat. No matter who set the fire, Najib will definitely blame us."

It's not like he never thought about setting fire to the warehouse, and this idea came up more than once, but he gave up in the end.

Based on his familiarity with the terrain there, it was not difficult to accomplish this task. The difficulty was how to deal with the aftermath.

It was impossible for those Vaillant people to reason with them, and in the end they would only cause one of their own to be sent to the gallows.

The correct approach should be to organize the laborers first, just like Bohr and his fellow workers did.

Although this task is difficult, it is not impossible, especially since the stupid Najib seems to have healed his scars and forgotten the pain, and cut off the wages of the dock workers.

As long as they are united enough, they will have the capital to compete with those nobles.

After all, the people of Weiland are here to make money, not to cause trouble for themselves.

Everyone also realized that this work might burn their bodies, and worried expressions appeared on their faces.

"What now?"

Facing those worried eyes, Isher had no idea in mind and could only grit his teeth and say.

"Let's take a look first and then talk..."

…

At the same time, Margery, who was shopping in the bustling market in the port area, also heard the explosion and involuntarily stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

The stall owner also stretched his neck and looked over there, looking surprised at the black smoke floating up.

"It's the warehouse district..."

With such a loud sound, could it be that the cannonball was set on fire?

He vaguely remembered hearing someone say that there were some artillery shells shipped from the west of Luoxia Province stored in Xifan Port. They were the Eastern Army's withdrawal from the front line and were ready to be sent to General Alaya.

People in the market looked at each other and whispered to each other, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

"Madam..." The maid with a slightly darker complexion standing next to Margery said in a low voice, "The port is not very safe recently, so we'd better go there quickly."

She only heard that the port had bought a group of slaves from nearby manors, and it seemed that they planned to replace the thorns that caused trouble before.

Although this matter has nothing to do with their family, there have been obviously more poor people loitering around the port recently.

Those people looked at them like wolves, and some were doing some sneaky things. I heard that the prisons of the Security Bureau were almost full.

It has only been two weeks, and the situation in Saifan Port has deteriorated at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Although conflicts have been accumulating for a long time...

"Well, let's go early..."

Margery nodded, handed the maid the jewelry she liked and asked her to help collect it, then paid the stall owner, then took her daughter's little hand and set foot on the road to her home.

As Arman's wife, she was also born in a merchant family and was once a citizen of Triumph City.

She has the same keen sense of smell as her husband.

It was precisely because of this that when the explosion sounded, she immediately smelled an unusual smell.

She had a premonition.

Something big is going to happen here...

The group of people quickly arrived at a house near the port area. This is probably the safest place in the entire port. As the new year is approaching, they have become a little relaxed recently.

Margery noticed that several families were not there, probably because they were in Triumph City.

Or just like her husband, go to the far east to do that big business.

Standing in the entrance hall and taking off her boots, while she was thinking about something, she suddenly thought of something. She leaned down to look at her daughter Ruby and said softly.

"By the way, Ruby, don't you want to go and play with Count Sharma's youngest daughter?"

Ruby's eyes lit up and Akira nodded.

"Yes! Sister Ansuya and I have made an appointment to play hide and seek together next time we meet."

Margaery petted her fluffy hair.

"Mom will take you there."

Ruby jumped up excitedly.

"Really?! How long should we go?"

Margaery thought for a moment and said with a smile.

"About two weeks, dad should be here by then."

…

As the explosion sounded, the entire Xifan Port became restless and commotion began.

The flame suddenly rose.

And in just ten minutes, it spread to several warehouses.

The billowing smoke covered the sky and the sun, even the setting sun that was sinking on the sea was blocked.

Najib's face was full of fear, his face was pale, his lips were blue and trembling slightly.

Looking at the losers with confused faces, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Why are you just standing there! Why don't you go put out the fire!"

Those bastards carrying long sticks look at me and I look at you, they all have a sad face.

"Sir... the fire is too strong. We only have so many people and we can't get in at all."

Najib shouted without thinking.

"Then get more people over! Do you want me to teach you?"

Seeing Najib getting angry, everyone immediately did not dare to stop. They rushed towards the guys watching the fun with sticks, half threatening and half tempting them to put out the fire.

Most of the people who can gather here to watch the excitement are free citizens who live closer to the port area.

Not all of these people are short-lived ghosts working as coolies on the docks, but some are citizens who have decent jobs.

Logically speaking, Najib can't control these people, and he can't care so much in his desperation.

Since these "long sticks" had neither light nor heavy sticks in their hands, everyone reluctantly participated in the fire-fighting work, transporting water to the fire scene one after another.

And with the help of the first group of people, the rest of the matter will be much easier to handle.

I have never seen such a big fire, and some uninformed guys also joined in the fun.

These people don't care about money, they just want to have fun, but don't even think about how beautifully they can do things.

Fortunately, the warehouse area is close to the seaside and not far from the water source. After all the busy work, it was somewhat productive.

Looking at the people who were busy putting out the fire, Najib gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

These dogs are called arsonists!

It’s really too much!

Obviously, this is done by someone who is familiar with this place, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this!

Several fires were set around the sugar warehouse, so much so that there was an explosion at the scene.

He swears!

We must catch the arson villain!

No doubt——

If he can't find that guy and give the Weiland people an explanation, his master will definitely hand him over as a scapegoat!

Hot sweat broke out on his forehead, and Najib already had a suspect in his mind. It must be the members of the Silver Moon Church who set the fire!

There is no doubt that only those guys have the motive to do this!

About six minutes later, the port fire brigade finally arrived.

This thing, like the post office, was brought over from Triumph City by the people of Wilant.

Those people drove the water truck over and fired fiercely at the burning warehouse, and the fire was under control in a short time.

It's just a pity that the good sugar and tea were also soaked in the soup.

Seeing that there were tea leaves and cotton cloth everywhere, as well as some unmelted sugar sand, the residents who were putting out the fire at the scene couldn't help but feel "compassionate", especially the poor people who came over later to join in the fun. .

This is a good thing that they cannot afford to enjoy in their lifetime!

Although there is some mud and sewage on it, it is not a big problem for them who just eat mud.

At first, only one or two people rushed to grab it, but soon the chaotic crowd swarmed up like rats seeing food.

Those buckets filled with water became the most sought-after items. People stuffed the buckets when they saw something they wanted.

At first, they only picked up the goods that were scattered by the water cannon, but later the goods that were intact were also damaged. Later, the unemployed workers also rushed in, and the unemployed workers couldn't resist the urge to take advantage.

They know where the most valuable containers are, and they even know how to dig in and get them.

The smart people followed them and fled carrying boxes and bundles of cloth.

The warehouse area was in chaos, as if half of the people in Saigon Harbor had come running over.

By the time Najib finally realized that the situation at the scene was under control, it was already too late.

He should not mobilize the masses.

If the flames were allowed to burn, at most a few warehouses would be burned before the fire brigade arrived, which might not cause as much damage as it is now.

Compared with the sudden burst of flames, these guys who look like they are helping are the real locusts!

"Stop! Stop! Those are the things of the Weiland people. I don't want to kill you!"

Najib roared helplessly and directed his long stick team to come forward.

But the slaves carrying sticks looked at each other and didn't dare to move at all.

There are at least tens of thousands of people gathered here, and only a few of them stand out.

Without a gun, just rely on these sticks in hand. No matter how hard it is to fight, their side will die faster.

The fire brigade, which had the fire under control, tried to use water cannons to disperse the looting crowd, but unexpectedly it angered the people.

In the chaos, someone shouted, and a group of people rushed forward and overturned the water tanker.

The Weiland man who drove the water truck hid in the carriage and did not dare to come out. He shivered and used the intercom to call for reinforcements.

At this moment, the port guard finally arrived belatedly.

About ten people stood in a line at the entrance of the warehouse area. This was almost the entire police force nearby!

They probably didn't expect that it was just a fire, so it would be their turn to play.

Carrying the Ripper rifle, the guard captain strode up to Najib, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted with spittle flying around him.

"What the hell is going on!"

He could mess up twice in two weeks. He had never seen such a useless agent - or foreman.

It was impossible for Najib to say that these guys called themselves to put out the fire, but they just started grabbing things after the fire was put out, so he rolled his eyes and said immediately.

"Sir, my lord, these thugs are taking advantage of the situation and looting. I can't stop them..."

Judging from the on-site situation, this is indeed the case.

The guard captain's face suddenly turned cold. Without saying anything, he picked up the rifle in his hand and aimed at the mob not far away who was running home with a bag of candy on his back. There was a gunshot.

The bullet hit the man's neck without missing a beat, and blood spurted out immediately.

The unlucky guy fell to the ground without saying a word and soaked in the puddle.

It is estimated that he will never understand until his death why everyone was looting, but he was the only one who got shot.

The people looting around were also stunned. Unexpectedly, the Weilant people directly shot and killed people.

A person is just standing in the warehouse area, it's not like he is running, it's not like he is not running.

"Put down your stolen goods!"

The guard captain shouted loudly, holding up the rifle in his hand and signaling his teammates behind him to load the bullets.

"Everyone stand still, raise your hands, let's see who dares-"

Before he could finish his words, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance.

It was the sound of a ripper's rifle, and the bullet penetrated his chest without missing a beat.

The guard captain was stunned for a moment, only to feel a pain in his chest, and then blood poured out from the wound and mouth.

Time seemed to slow down, his eyes widened, and he fell heavily into the arms of his comrades behind him.

Where do these guys get their guns? !

Could it be——

Blood clogged his throat and he couldn't say a word, but he still made a "fire" gesture.

No matter what, those weapons must be snatched!

No matter the cost!

As he watched the captain realize, the guards behind him instantly became furious.

These scum!

How dare they kill their own captain!

A pair of furious pupils were filled with hatred. At this moment, there was no longer any distinction between civilians and thugs in their eyes.

Standing here——

They are all enemies!

"Enemy attack!"

"Ready to fight!"

With roars of rage, they first quickly dragged the captain, who was shot and fell to the ground, behind the bunker.

Then, under the orders of the deputy captain, everyone decisively assumed a fighting stance and fired indiscriminately in the direction in which the bullets came.

Bullets were flying in the warehouse area, killing and injuring countless people in a matter of seconds.

The young man holding the rifle he picked up was hiding behind the warehouse, his face turned pale.

He followed the group of workers to snatch this thing from a certain warehouse where arms were stored.

Those guys who took advantage of the leopard's courage directly knocked out the guards at the warehouse door and tied them up.

These rifles are worth much more than sugar, and I heard they can be sold for a lot of money on the black market.

He just wanted to scare the big noses who usually rode on top of them and let them see how powerful the Rat Tribe was, but he didn't expect that he shot the person to death.

Things were obviously getting serious, and there were corpses lying everywhere in the warehouse area...

Seeing the group of guards surrounding him, he almost wanted to run away, but he heard a popping sound not far away.

The bullets flew past, and the ferocious firepower actually pinned a group of guards behind the bunker, unable to even raise their heads.

The young man looked tremblingly in the direction where the gunfire came from, and saw a tall and thin man changing the magazine.

What was caught in his hand was a "blade" assault rifle!

This thing is much more powerful than the Ripper Rifle, and it can shoot a shuttle when you pull the trigger!

It was estimated that one of the dead people in front of him was a relative of his, so the man's eyes turned red and he spat on the ground.

"Mom, screw me! Our firepower is much stronger than these big noses!"

This roar was immediately responded to by others.

The person who originally planned to run away took one look at the gun in his hand and changed his mind in an instant.

Where can I go by running?

This is the province of Borneo, and even if they run to the ends of the earth, they will still be caught by those Weirant people.

It's better to learn from Nalashi and create a world of your own with the gun in your hand!

The evil spirit they had despised just a few days ago had now become the comfort in their hearts.

The originally worried faces gradually turned ferocious under the stimulation of gunshots.

In fact, they are not timid, but they have been taught to suppress their beastly attributes.

At this moment, the cage has been opened, and the beast inside has been released.

"The dog calls the Weiland man!"

"Their ancestors!"

"Kill them all!!!"

"Ahhh!"

The exchange of fire between the two sides became more and more intense, and for a while no one could do anything to the other.

Although the Weiland guards have rich experience in suppression, they are the first to deal with such a difficult situation.

There were too many thugs guarding the area near the arsenal, and people kept adding to them.

Some of these people came to avenge their relatives, some were motivated by the slogans of the thugs, and most of them just fished in troubled waters and ran over to take advantage.

As long as you have a gun in the past!

Even a child can get a handgun.

After leaving three corpses behind, the Vallante guards still failed to reach the entrance to the warehouse.

Lying behind the bunker, the vice-captain held the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"The Warehouse District needs reinforcements! I repeat, the Warehouse District needs reinforcements!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a towed artillery rolled out of the door of the warehouse.

As the largest port on the west coast, Saifan Port is home to a variety of people.

The free people here not only redeem themselves as slaves, but also some veterans who have retired due to injuries.

Most of these people had served in the Gray Wolf Army before and retreated here after suffering a defeat at Golden Gallen Port.

They have received legion training and know how to operate this thing.

As for why these people would help these thugs, he couldn't figure it out.

Anyway, the moment he saw those people loading the artillery, the deputy captain's expression changed instantly.

"Mom——"

As soon as he cursed, an orange-red tracer flew over and struck ten meters in front of him.

The air wave from the explosion knocked him out of the bunker, and the guards squatting around him were instantly killed and injured.

At this moment, the thug guarding the door of the warehouse area let out an excited shout.

"pretty!"

"Blow these dogs to death!"

"Reload! Reload quickly! Give that port a shot too!"

"What the hell! Don't waste time, deal with the guards in front of you first!"

A group of people slowly removed the shells and stuffed another high-explosive bomb into the barrel.

In the distance, the Weiland people were parked in the warehouse eating dust. The police armored vehicle finally drove out. When they saw the flat 100mm artillery aiming at it, they were frightened and retreated.

Seemingly realizing that the trouble here was no longer something that he alone could resolve, the Wilante guards began to withdraw from the warehouse area one after another, seemingly planning to retreat to the port area.

A shell flew in the direction of their retreat, not only knocking down a few unlucky guards, but also destroying the house next to them, and many people escaped in embarrassment.

Screams and howls were heard one after another, and these people were completely furious.

They quickly selected the "alpha wolf", then gathered into a group and shouted, beckoning the brothers with guns to prepare to attack the port.

Although those who were involved were reluctant, they were still able to get closer to them.

The sky has changed.

No matter what happened, they had no choice but to stay a little closer to those big men.

At least, it won't immediately become a piece of meat on the chopping board.

No one thought that a small fire would eventually turn into this.

Whether it was the Weiland people, the Lion Tribe nobles, or the free people of Xifan Port, they were all stunned.

Perhaps too many converging factors came together, so that this powder barrel filled with fuses exploded at a moment's notice.

In short, this chaos can no longer stop...

Squatting near the warehouse area with a group of believers, Isher swallowed hard, and a hint of trembling could not help but appear on his brave pupils.

Until now, he has not come to his senses from the series of changes in front of him, but there is only one thing that makes him extremely sober.

There is no doubt that these guys screwed up.

Although this is not entirely their fault, the perpetrators who set the warehouse on fire first, Najib who forced the onlookers to rush in to put out the fire, and the Valeant people who fired the first shot are all responsible. Now let’s say These no longer make sense.

Isher's Adam's apple twitched.

"Now we're in trouble..."