Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 10

When Medanzuo asserted maliciously, the mobile building stopped in front of a luxurious mansion near the city center.Sean jumped down from behind, hugged his shoulders tightly with his arms, and walked to the transportation station not far away, where there were many carriages parked.As the night wind blew, Sean shivered and hugged the arms around his shoulders even tighter.

Sean is having a hard time right now.His clothes were soaked in sweat as if he had been in a steamer for a long time; the white shirt was stuck to him and was translucent, making Sean worried that others could see the shame pattern on his body through the fabric.Fortunately, it was completely dark, and no one passing Sean stared at him.

Earlier, when he was hiding inside that building, the machine was working.The deafening sound and the rapidly rising temperature made Sean realize that he was wrong.The reason why no one is controlling this steel fortress that can move around is because the technology is advanced enough on the one hand, but on the other hand, it is because when this thing is in operation, no one can be treated inside.

It's a miracle he wasn't steamed to death.

After the popularity of steam buses, the number of people riding in horse-drawn carriages decreased a lot.At the moment, some of these coachmen are dozing off, and some of them are chatting together.A bearded man saw Sean approaching, whistled, and half-jokingly said, "Boy, did you fall into the water?"

"Almost." Sean lowered his head, letting his forehead hair cover the upper part of his eyes.He glanced over these coachmen quickly, then handed over the money to an old man with a gray beard, and reported a strange address he saw in the book.Older people often have bad eyesight and are less likely to notice his eyes.

After arriving at the destination, Sean watched the carriage go away, and then turned into a dark alley beside him.Leaning against the wall, he began to plan for the future.

Sean harbored hatred towards Medanzuo and the group of people who captured him and betrayed him that day, but he thought more deeply about this matter.He saw a lot of "perfect dolls" at the auction. Those teenagers were devastated to the point of being male or female, with erratic eyes, and they were much lower and miserable than pets; Many harmful drugs are taken during training.

I have never been tortured like that, and I have escaped now.But my number is 510, which means there are 509 boys before me who have the same experience, they are suffering or have died.If this disgusting business doesn't stop, there will be others like those unfortunate teenagers.

Sean wants to make the puppet business disappear completely; even, let all behaviors that do not treat civilians as human beings disappear.In his previous life, he and his companions fought for similar goals, and finally put their lives into it; now, he will continue to work hard for it.

No one can fight alone to win, you must first gather your companions, and then call everyone.Sean thought silently.Perhaps I should seek out those organizations that oppose the nobles, and rally people of determination and courage.Opportunity cannot fall from the sky by itself, I need to take the initiative to find it.

That's it.Sean sat down against the wall, planning to spend the night in this alley.However, before he could sit still, he heard a heavy object falling a few meters inward.

Sean walked over and squatted down to check, and found that it was a man who fell on his back, and now he had only one breath left.It was a man with a hideous face, a scarred face, and a valuable gold ring; and the handle of the dagger which had been held in his hand and fell to the ground was also inlaid with precious stones.The nouveau riche like to show off their wealth with jewellery. It's tacky, but it works.

Well, chances don't fall from the sky, but the dead do.

Sean guessed what happened.This person doesn't look like a person with head and face, but he is not an ordinary civilian either; with such a ferocious expression before his death, he is probably seeking revenge or being sought by others.Thinking of this, Sean was startled suddenly, and his body tensed up.

No matter what, it would be the dead man's enemy who would do the killing; if it were him, what would he do next when the enemy was injured and fell downstairs?

Of course, it is to quickly confirm that the opponent is dead; if he is not dead, he will make up for it again.

When Sean thought of this, he had already held the short knife on the ground in his hand and lifted it upwards, moving swiftly.The knife in his hand collided with another knife, and the blade collided violently with the tip, splashing sparks.

Sean frowned: This knife was aimed at himself.He raised his head and stared at his attacker with sharp eyes.After the opponent jumped off, he happened to step on the corpse on the ground, so there was a height difference between the two of them.

This is a tall young man, wearing a simple shirt vest.At this moment, his eyes widened unexpectedly because of Sean's reaction, but he quickly applauded: "Good reaction." When the young man said this, the knife in his hand had already staggered from Sean's, straight Between Sean's eyes.

The sharp object hit the paving stones, drawing a white trace on the surface of the dark stone, making a tooth-piercing sharp sound.And Sean is no longer in his previous position.

When the opponent stabbed down hard with a knife, Sean rolled to the left to avoid the sharp edge, then jumped up holding the knife, and put his hand in the position where he could attack the fastest.

"Hey, you don't have to be so nervous." Seeing Sean's face as if he was facing a big enemy, the young man waved his empty hand again and again, smiling friendly and harmlessly: "I won't hurt you."

"You're trying to convince me that tigers and wolves don't attack sheep." Sean didn't let his guard down; he'd seen smiling perverts before.He glanced at the corpse on the ground and said slowly, "It doesn't sound convincing."

"Well, I won't hurt people casually for no reason." The young man shrugged helplessly, and pointed at the dead body on the ground with the tip of his knife: "This guy killed a girl a few days ago; the girl's mother stopped her in front of the car." , Crying and refusing to let her go, he killed that mother too. The person he worked for let him off the hook, and even the poor man who killed his wife and daughter had to pay him back. Let him pay for it I think it is fair that the lives of the mother and daughter paid off the debt.”

Sean was silent for a moment. "That's fair, but you've broken the law."

"When we strictly abide by the law, the law cannot protect us fairly. In this case, we should break the law and protect ourselves." The young man stared at Sean's face for a while, then suddenly reached out and patted Sean on the shoulder Pat: "What you do is no different from me. You are a puppet out of the captivity of the nobles. You have good skills, and it can make everything possible; the only thing that is impossible is that you don't kill people on the way to escape. You will be buried in your hands." probably more lives than mine."

I only killed one person; but the wounded who neglected their duties will be punished at Medanzo's place, and I'm afraid life would be worse than death.Sean didn't dwell on the issue. "No wonder. You've got nothing to fear when you realize that I'm special and that my hands may be bloody. But why did you tell me about it? It's pointless."

"Actually, this means a lot. You don't know how long I've been waiting for someone like you, who has the determination and ability to resist those dignitaries, but at the same time cannot get rid of them..." The young man's voice gradually dropped.Sean couldn't tell whether the other party was talking to him or talking to himself, so he simply guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

This may be a guy who pursues personal heroism, trying to save those who cannot get justice on his own, even at the risk of being captured by the escort; but the other party is more likely to be a member of an organization, and this organization Mostly with the tacit approval of the government.This person is not bad in skill and kills neatly. I am afraid he has a lot of experience.Haven't been caught yet, so...

"Do you know how people in this city live?" The young man's question interrupted Sean's thoughts.Without waiting for Sean to answer, the young man patted himself on the forehead, and his words revealed some annoyance: "I almost forgot, the puppet has no chance to see the outside world at all. Come with me, and I will let you see something."

Shane didn't move.He stared at the other party's hand: "Let's show your sincerity first."

The young man thought for a while, and threw his knife to Sean. "Is this okay? You should be able to see that there is no other place on my body to hide a weapon. Unlike you, I have a gun."

Shane took the knife. "Lead the way."

They sat high on the bell tower overlooking the street below.The gas lights on the side of the road were brighter than Sean remembered.Their light reveals what is happening in the nearby streets.

A few men in officer uniforms got on a pretty girl; the girl smiled and endured the molestation from the men.A private steam locomotive speeds across the road, and young people in rich clothes laugh wantonly, and the laughter can be heard from afar; directly below the clock tower, the headlights of that car knocked down an old man, a young driver Instead of stopping, he yelled, "Go away!"

These things happen every day, and people feel that they are the norm and should be taken for granted.

Now, Sean finally sees the whole picture of the city clearly, and sees what kind of life ordinary people live.He has mixed feelings.He felt like a blind man who finally got his light, and before he could get excited, he realized that the world in front of him was so fucking fucked up.

The way the country maintains law and order seems to have changed a lot, but it seems that there has been no fundamental change.

In the past, this country relied on the military directly under the royal family and the religious court of the church to maintain national order, which meant that the royal family and the Holy See could exempt and convict anyone.In the previous life, one of the reasons why Sean would enlist in the nobles' army to overthrow the emperor was because he was fed up with this damn system.

Now the situation has improved. Each region elects a highly respected jazz to be the magistrate of the region. The big families contribute private guards and form the guards together with some serving soldiers.Magistrates were responsible for sentencing, and the Guards were responsible for restraining citizens and solving violations.

As good as it sounds, there is an organization that restrains people and protects them at the same time.Unfortunately, the reality is not so good.No one cares about what happens in the slums, and those who have nepotism with the nobles will be pardoned or given a light sentence after making mistakes.At the same time, the cautious nobles were obviously frightened by the civil war, so that the "restraint" of the guards was strict and conscientious.

This system is unfair to ordinary people, and a group of people soon came forward to make suggestions.It was a group of courageous and energetic young people who wrote a letter calling on the government to form an equal and just armed organization independent of the big families in power to take charge of law and order. The wording was polite and appropriate.The efficiency of the government's affairs is astonishing, and the relevant departments soon published the reply letter in the "National Gazette", refusing to be euphemistic and seemingly well-founded.Of course, the essence of this reply can be summed up in a short sentence and a few exclamation points.

--roll! ! !

So it's business as usual, this is how society works and how people live.Every month there are wronged civilians who fail to seek justice, and every week there are people who are admonished by the guards.In a sense, this is remarkable.

"I can't bear it. This city is too beautiful, but also too dirty." Francis murmured, "You should have experienced many terrible things before, and you have a deep understanding of this, right?"

Shane didn't speak.The few days he spent with Medanzo meant a lot to him, as he suffered a humiliation like no other.In his previous life, he was scarred and scarred, but that was the medal of a soldier, not the humiliation of being abused. "It was a horrible experience."

The young man patted Sean's knee to comfort him, and then extended his hand: "By the way, I'm Francis."

Shane held the hand: "Xion."

Francis raised his eyebrows and asked in disbelief, "Are you serious? Is this your real name?"

"I'd love it if you wanted to think of me as some silent thug from the past," Sean cracked a rare joke.