【Summer Five】Iron City Wall

On the day of the operation, the old professor happened to be resting at home, so he asked the two to go shopping more, and then he personally sent them out.

"Don't you feel guilty?" Xia You walked out of the courtyard and asked quietly, "If the old man knew what we were doing, he would definitely grab a dictionary and slap us to death."

Wutiao stared innocently, and no one loved him when he wore sunglasses: "I didn't lie, the lie is that you are not me, why have so many psychological burdens?"

It wasn't until the iconic intersection of Three Streets and Four Avenues appeared in sight that they let each other go without sarcasm one after another.

In front of you are buildings with different styles, most of them are high-end shopping malls and star hotels, which are located in the center of the three districts.A few petals of the roof can be seen faintly in the distance, and the trend is jagged and twisted. It seems to be a grand theater built by Kondomoto, who is known as the "ghost designer".

Even on weekdays, there are not a lot of people circulating during the day; Xia You carefully observes everyone who passes by, always suspecting that a well-disguised member of the rebel army will pop up at any time.

After spending the evening in a book bar close to the street, Wu Tiao, wearing sunglasses, finally pulled Xiayou and pointed to the southeast: "Well, I can't tell, I feel like it's started."

Xia You took the sunglasses, zoomed in and looked over there.The crowd was still noisy, and there was nothing unusual at first glance, until he noticed the blond young man strolling by the zebra crossing—Andre even wore a full suit, with his forehead combed up and styled with pomade, from the collar pin to the wrist Watches and cufflinks are still in place, just like the high-class people who go to the front row of the theater to enjoy music.

"Don't they all dress up like this?" Xia You said in disbelief.

The setting sun sinks, weakens the light together, sinks into the horizon like death, and disappears without a trace; the burning clouds all over the sky also flow and disperse like cocoons, and the color fades slowly, revealing the deep and dark night.Dark blue as dark as black takes over the dawn, the breeze cools down, and everything is gradually engulfed by shadows, like people walking on the street in silence.

They come and go without a shadow, dressed in ordinary clothes, neither downcast nor noble, they are all the most ordinary people.They spread out from the streets and alleys, under the eaves, alleys and shops, occupying the entire block, and are still increasing slowly.

At first, no one noticed.These people are too quiet, just like the migrant workers who stand in the last isolation compartment every day, the cleaners who drag the garbage cans, and the users of the "special compartments" of public toilets.Their existence is worse than air - not seen, not heard, not given value, the only motivation to live is a few sparks, too small and too cold, they can only gather together to keep warm.

Xia You and Wu Tiao witnessed the uprising.

The office workers who had been returning home suddenly found a dense crowd of people standing behind them; they had the same insensitivity written on their faces, as gray and emaciated as corpses, but they still stood bony and bony, like a telegraph pole.

Someone was frightened, shook his head and quickened his pace and tried to leave, but was blocked by the crowd emerging from the other direction, and returned to the original place in panic.At some point, the three streets and four roads were "taken over": there were no quarrels and disputes, the daily life of most people was suddenly cut off, and the cavity was filled with endless exhaust gas. On the surface, it was the same as usual, but inside But it has changed silently.

When a child with bad intuition opens his mouth and wants to scream, a pair of hands will emerge from the ground and cover his mouth firmly, blocking his voice under the terrified eyes of his parents beside him, forcing his tears and helplessness back into his stomach.

If you encounter someone who is trying to resist, a heavily armed Lianjiazi will be inserted every three meters, subdue the opponent by surprise, remove the ability to move, and then silently throw it aside.

Efficient, fast, and precise, the entire initial operation was flawless; the endless revolutionary army "silently hijacked" all citizens within three streets and four streets, and then used this rectangle as an array to block all possible unfavorable variables.

The other customers in the book bar hid under the table and shivered, only Xia You and Wutiao looked at the street view, and they were amazed again and again.

"They should be taking action." Xia You affirmed, "I saw a few drivers running towards the four lanes—probably to deal with security."

In order to resolve the crisis with minimal consumption, it is obviously the best policy not to cause commotion at the beginning.Since they colluded with the insider John, today must be the moment when the resident police force is minimized, and those armed and driven to lurk in the dark will assume the responsibility of erasing this last line of defense.

Wujo glanced at the figure passing by at high speed in front of the window, and said, "I'm still worried about where to hide later, it will start soon."

As soon as the words fell, the blond young man at the front of the line joined several young men in gray clothes. After saying a few words, he picked up the instruction gun, pointed the gun to the sky, and pulled the trigger solemnly and firmly.

"Bang—wow!" The signal flare dragged the army green smoke straight into the sky. Just before the burst of light, countless people raised their arms and shouted, expressing the hot and surging blood in their hearts.

"Come on!" they roared as they stomped through the crowd, smashing door locks and wreaking havoc with whatever was at hand.Just like the big void, these low-value people who can't speak and are shackled can finally face themselves and trample on those things that despise them; under that momentum, the revolving door is stuck, the jewelry store is set on fire, and the hotel lobby is broken into. Smashing and plundering is only to temporarily vent the despair and humbleness accumulated for many years.

Xia You had already pulled five out of the door, followed the route told by Jonny, from the southeast to the central cross.The revolutionary army raised the banner, and the bright and high flag fluttered and fluttered in the mess all over the place. People yelled curses that were not allowed in ordinary times, and absorbed nutrients from the panic-stricken fleeing of the people in the three districts, growing on their flesh and blood.

"It's self-inflicted." Xia You thought silently.He and Wujo galloped among the broken bricks and tiles, while avoiding crowds, while suppressing the burning flame in his heart.

Anyway, he can be regarded as a person who has been deeply hurt by the division of value. It is difficult for him to deny that he has no intention of resisting at all.It’s just that this weed-like desire is well controlled around Wujo, because he can always be aware of his “luck” compared to others—having perfect parents, a fulfilling life, and a lover who is the most important thing.

And these revolutionary army blindly chasing the flames are driving the Garden of Eden into purgatory, just to let everyone taste the fire that burns their bodies - but the effect is very small, at best it is just a painless revenge, and it is not substantive at all change anything.

But in just a few hours, the magnificent three streets and four avenues have been turned into a sea of ​​flames.People in the third district who had no time to hide were dragged into the crowd and beaten, and the outnumbered guards were treated the same way; parents tremblingly hugged their children tightly, trying to arch their backs to resist them, but eventually fell under the sticks filled with righteous indignation.

There were cries, explosions and collapses, and the two teenagers who stayed out of the way rushed to the parade site, where they saw the dry music fountain and graffiti all over the floor.

Andre stood at the top of the fountain, inserting the intact flag of the Revolutionary Army into the buttonhole.The night wind was strong, and the flag stretched and fluttered, and the scale symbol representing "equality" slowly lit up, and a melody listed as a banned song by the Iron City Wall government came from the highest point.

Fluorescent spray paint printed the Libra pattern on every corner, and flashed along with the main flag, forming a gorgeous slogan hanging like a galaxy high above the smoky city.They shouted for equality, condemned freedom, and sang "To One Day Peace" in their mouths, and the beat was as enthusiastic and high as galloping horses.

Xia You walked towards Johnny, who was wearing a neat short jacket, and gave them a pleasant smile.

"Here you are!" he said, pulling Andrei from the fountain. "How is it? Today is our Victory Day!"

The blond leader opened his arms, and the emeralds in his eyes were shining like the dawn.Andre embraced them, like embracing thousands of compatriots who are struggling.

"Sparks will eventually start a prairie fire," he said to Xia You, confident, "whether you participate or not, the road is there, just waiting for you to come."

The hub of the three districts was destroyed once, and the lowly people stepped on the ruins and sang heartily, dedicating flames, blood and the arrogant and arrogant people of the three districts to the sky tonight.They are crying or laughing, standing in the peace and freedom full of gunpowder, laughing at power, despising value, and destroying the high walls of the past.

They hate injustice, so they drag everything into purgatory, and rise and fall with the devil;

They yearn for redemption, so they draw a scale to measure freedom with their painstaking efforts, wishing all the best in the world.

They're victims, they're perpetrators,

They are people.

Buffy Winery, the living room on the second basement floor.

The man leaned back in the chair, holding a glass of red wine between his slender fingers.The mellow wine is swaying in the goblet, and the light of the chandelier sinks into the bottom of the glass, breaking it into deep and shallow diamond grains.The hand-customized pointed-toed leather shoes lightly step on the camel hair carpet, and a pair of straight legs rise up. The black and white robe hides secrets in the large and elegant cuff folds.

"Mr. Bishop, this matter is true and not my intention." The current gray-haired mayor showed helplessness, and apologized to the guests who were a round younger than him, "It is really that the development fund cannot be turned over, so we need to set up a few more rooms." The church, I’m afraid it’s too late to cry because of the loss.”

A nun stood behind the seat and rang the palm bell. A lark-like clear voice sounded slowly: "We don't come here for explanations, we just want the results. You also know that the interrogation is coming, so there must be no mistakes. If this matter gets to the In the ears of the Pope, the two or two votes in your hand must be weighed carefully."

The mayor was sweating profusely, restless.He gritted his teeth, suppressing the growing anger, and said, "Even so, the tax cuts can't be joked... The overall tax revenue has been reduced by three points this year. Once the church is given a precedent, the troubles in the future will only get worse." More and more, sorry I can't do it."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, and was sweating profusely in this airtight and luxurious reception room, which seemed a bit heroic.

The nun showed a sneer and wanted to say more, but the man on the seat slightly raised his left hand.On his index finger was a power ring, surrounded by platinum with a crimson thorn bird, which could almost burn with a little light.

After Quan quit, the nun immediately fell silent and stepped back, putting her hands on her shoulders.

"Tang Traide..." With a low magnetic and lazy voice, every word seemed to be knocked on blue and white porcelain, "What did you say?"

The mayor didn't dare to look up, his hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly.It is humiliating for a conservative to have to bow his head to his opponent. His wealth and life are still in the hands of the opponent. It is really unbearable, but he must endure it.

"We can make concessions on the proposal to build a church, but taxation—this is related to the development of the three districts in the next five years, and it will affect the whole body. We must not act on our will."

The words are sincere enough, but it is a pity that the other party is not reasonable.

A sneer rolled down his throat, and the man was about to speak when the door of the reception room was suddenly knocked open with great force.

"Report! Mr. Mayor, something is wrong!" The guard rushed into the door, the words in his throat were about to burst, but he choked for half a second when he saw the slightly gloomy handsome face on the opposite seat.

The young man frantically raised the brim of his hat, stood at attention and saluted: "I have seen the bishop!"

Nelson waved his hand: "Continue talking."

"Yes!" The guard reported loudly: "A rioter marched in the central city of the three districts, and the police lost their guard. At present, many shops have been damaged, and the damage assessment is still under investigation. We have dispatched the police force from the headquarters to suppress it. Please give instructions, sir!"

The air suddenly froze.

Tang Trade was dumbfounded, and when he let go, the glass shattered, and the red wine soaked the carpet.

"The rebel army...?" he murmured, the panic on his face was gradually replaced by fury, "just at this time!"

The palm bell rang lightly, and the nun covered her lips and smiled.Nelson brushed back his long hair that fell down his shoulders and arms, quietly watching the mayor be furious, his eyes were neither hot nor cold, just like an outsider.

Unable to suppress the roar, Tang Traide pointed at the guard's nose and yelled: "Issue a special order to send out the guarded Night Owl-VIII!"

The guard was dumbfounded: "But, sir, the implicated losses caused by Ye Xiao's troops will only be more serious than now, really..."

"Fart! The rebel army is really going to hell, not just you and me, everyone is fucking dead!" The mayor slammed his fist on the door, "Go! Keep alive, don't let them escape!"

With the guards in front, Dontrade bowed perfunctorily to Nelson, and hurriedly left the winery.

"It's so ugly, you let the ants dirty your shoes." The nun giggled, her fox-like eyes curled up, "If it were the Son of God, he would have been shot and thrown into the furnace long ago, so that there would be no ashes left."

The lights were bright, Nelson raised the corners of his lips nostalgicly, and slowly drank the red wine.

"Rosalia, if His Majesty heard this, she would also enter the furnace."

The nun jingled her palm bell, she was not afraid at all, she still laughed arrogantly and said, "Even the Pope wants to show respect to her. It is a great honor for me to jokingly say a few words, so what about death?"

"That's not bad." Nelson turned the power ring, "Since His Majesty is not here, we'll just wait and see—see what tricks this Dontrade can play."

They laughed softly, like the most evil and pure night-gaunts in the turbid darkness.