It is Kokang and Changchun

　"So what if the evil history is denied?" a student in a Type 65 military uniform pointed at a portrait of Deng Xiaoping and flew into a rage. "He's the biggest sinner in modern Chinese history, and he should be completely denied!"

　"How come you don't know how Shenzhen developed from a fishing village into a metropolis?! Raising three ducks is socialism, raising four ducks is capitalism. Is that human speech? I'll fuck you, Lou!"

　"Ah, right, right, the oceans are sailed by the market, everything grows by enthusiasm, and dog meat soup is used to irrigate the fields to increase production! You idiot!"

　The two groups of people were yelling and cursing at each other. If they were to start a fight, all they needed was a fuse, just like the Balkan powder keg.

　At this moment, on the side of the road, a Shenhai and a "left" Ren young leader were watching the developments in the square and talking about something.

　This "leftist" young leader was one of the leaders who took office after the Shenzhen "Revolutionary Committee" was "restored", and specifically served as the head of the Shenzhen "Workers' General Team".

　Before the deep-sea invasion, he was a stubborn "leftist" and had the "glorious record" of being invited to have tea at the police station many times for making remarks that completely denied the forty years that followed.

　It was precisely this criminal record that made Shenhai take a fancy to this "leftist" young man and nominate him to be a member of the Shenzhen "Revolutionary Committee".

　As for the so-called "Workers' Corps," its full name is "Shenzhen Workers' Revolutionary Anti-Counterrevolutionary Corps." The inspiration for its name is self-evident.

　The job of this department is to suppress "counter-revolutionaries", which actually means suppressing all those who support reform and opening up and the socialist market economy.

　By the way, the political idols of this "leftist" leader are the teacher and Xiao Wang. He hangs their portraits together in his home. He talks to the portraits every now and then, saying something about completing his unfinished business.

　The moment the "Left" leader saw Deng Xiaoping's portrait, he felt a wave of disgust. "We've finally waited for this day! If it weren't for the fact that Futian District is still far from the flames of war, we would have taken down that damned dwarf's portrait long ago."

　Shen Hai said to Zuo Ren, the leader, "Don't worry. We have checked the area for several miles and even set up a temporary radio jammer. You can take action against these counter-revolutionaries without worry."

　"Great! Thank you, Comrade Shen Hai, for your help." Zuo Ren, the leader, picked up Shen Hai's specially made intercom, which was immune to normal radio shielding, and ordered calmly, "Everyone, move."

　"Yes!" The "left" people who were confronting the masses all received the order in unison.

　A man came up to argue with Zuo Ren, "You kids just haven't experienced that year... Ugh!" Before the man could finish his words, he was hit hard in the face.

　"Are you here to sell empiricism? Beat them up!" These words from the "leftists" set off a huge uproar. The "leftists" present at the scene pulled out their batons and beat the crowd who were trying to protect Deng Xiaoping's portrait.

　A group of "leftists" rushed up instantly, hitting the crowd with six sticks, punches and kicks in one second. The crowd fled in all directions instantly. Some people were caught by the "leftists" because they could not dodge in time and were surrounded and beaten by the group.

　"Wuwuwu... Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" A person curled up on the ground begged for mercy. There were many scars on his body and his nose was bleeding.

　"Left" Ren A kicked the crowd on the ground twice and sneered, "Do you know what dictatorship is? It's relying on violent means to suppress the resistance of the hostile class! The dictatorship of the proletariat is aimed at you, the lackeys of the bureaucratic bourgeoisie!"

　"Comrade Lei Feng also said that we should be as cold as winter to our enemies! This is what you deserve for supporting revisionism and capitalist-roaders!" The "leftist" B also spoke harshly.

　"Left" Ren C was also not in a good mood. "The reason the Cultural Revolution failed is because of people like you. You only care about your immediate comforts and have no foresight or deep thinking. That's why the capitalist-roaders are so rampant! If not you, who else should we fight?!"

　"Cough cough... vomit"

　Under the continuous beating, a person on the ground could no longer bear it and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

　Only then did the "left" people stop beating.

　"That's enough. After being beaten to this extent, he should have surrendered." Zuo Ren A glanced at the trembling man vomiting blood and said, "Take him away, find him a doctor, and throw him into a labor camp after he's cured."

　The "leftist" young soldiers from the Shenzhen Workers' Corps dispersed the crowd and allowed the construction team to move in. The "leftist" leader who had just given the general order also arrived on site to direct the renovation work.

　"So, after you take down the portrait of the dwarf, replace it with one of Chairman Mao. The skyscrapers and landmarks in the background are the fruits of capitalist development and have a bad connotation, so they should also be replaced.

　There is also the red words in the upper left corner: "Adhere to the Party's basic line for a hundred years without wavering." Considering the context, the so-called line is essentially a revisionist line and a capitalist line.

　Therefore, this line of words must also be erased and replaced with a more revolutionary slogan, such as "Hold high the great red flag of teacher ideology and severely criticize the reactionary line of reform and opening up."

　The construction teams are all composed of deep-sea puppets. It’s not that there are no human workers, but for these "leftist" young people, this is a political task.

　If human workers were used, what if some of them supported reform and opening up and did something bad in secret? It would be embarrassing for Zuo Ren when the truth came out.

　What's more, deep-sea creatures are more efficient than humans in doing this relatively simple labor. So why not use them?

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　Kowloon District, Hong Kong

　"Hello, four servings of honey-glazed barbecued pork rice." A call echoed from the doorway of a roast meat shop. Unlike the usual calls, this one had a very sweet and pleasant timbre.

　The shop owner who was chopping roast goose looked up and saw that it was a deep-sea pioneer. He just replied calmly, "I know," and continued to cook.

　The shop owner is already over fifty years old and has no great interest in these Shenhai people, all of whom have stunning looks.

　On the contrary, he was even somewhat disgusted by Shen Hai's intrusion. The Hong Kong Revolutionary Committee's complete "nationalization" had taken away the barbecue shop that had once belonged to him. Now he was just a manager and a waiter, not the actual owner.

　But he didn't object to Shenhai coming to patronize his store. After all, the high pressure of political correctness was there. If he didn't entertain Shenhai, he would be accused of being passive and racist.

　The Deep Sea Vanguard found a place to sit down and stared blankly at the other empty seats. Her mind was always filled with memories of the battlefield raid on Hong Kong three months ago when she and her teammates airdropped in.

　The roast meat was served very quickly. In a short while, the boss prepared four plates of roast meat rice and brought them to the table where the deep-sea pioneers were sitting.

　"Your meal is ready." The boss said indifferently and left. He didn't want to talk too much with the intruder.

　The Deep Sea Vanguard did not pick up his chopsticks immediately, but silently took one portion from each person and pushed the remaining three to the remaining three seats on the table.

　She stared at the glossy delicacies on the plate. The aroma of barbecued pork and roast meats wafted towards her. The skin of the roast goose was a perfect amber color, and the thin layer of fat beneath the skin was almost transparent.

　The barbecued pork is coated with crystal honey, and the slightly burnt edges are shining with an attractive luster; the roasted pork has distinct layers, with tender lean meat under the golden and crispy skin.

　"The barbecued pork in this shop is still so tempting, but unfortunately... things have changed."

　The Deep Sea Vanguard recalled the battle and said that she had never imagined that the PLA would set an ambush in that environment. This led to her three comrades and sisters being killed by the PLA. She barely escaped and was separated from her good sisters ever since.

　Shen Hai picked up a piece of barbecued pork and slowly placed it in his mouth. The sweet and salty honey sauce melted on his tongue, followed by the delicious aroma of pork. The meat was tender yet chewy, and the slightly charred edges added a unique layer of texture.

　However, she suddenly choked, the piece of barbecued pork stuck in her throat, she could neither swallow it nor spit it out. The core of her throat was like an overturned five-flavor bottle, with all kinds of indescribable flavors intertwined in a complex way.

　As she looked at the three other servings of barbecued pork rice in front of her, she couldn't help but think over and over again of the promise she had made on the transport plane that day: "When we land in Hong Kong, I'll treat everyone to barbecue."

　"Damned human, after this repair, I will make you pay double!" The Deep Sea Vanguard muttered silently in her heart. She decided to turn her grief into strength and kill dozens more PLA soldiers to avenge her sisters.

　She picked up the plate of roast pork, tears of longing and unwillingness in her eyes, and began to eat with relish. When she bit the barbecued pork, she deliberately used her back molars to grind it repeatedly, as if she was biting the People's Liberation Army instead of pork.

　The artistic conception has arrived. In the core of the deep-sea vanguard, a murderous poem spontaneously emerged: "The three-foot green sword condenses into purple lightning, chopping off the enemy's heads and turning them into lantern flowers!"

　Chapter 513 Sea Cat: Deep Sea WCNM

　After leaving the square, Leader Zuo Ren went to inspect Shenzhen Jasic Technology Co., Ltd., a company in Pingshan District.

　In the summer of 2018, a strike that became famous in the internet and political circles took place here. As a result, the place is regarded as a revolutionary holy place by the current Shenzhen "Revolutionary Committee" and "Workers' Corps".

　As a local, this "leftist" leader had been involved in this kind of thing before. Of course, after the strike ended, as one of the main "leftists" involved, he was naturally invited to have tea with the police.

　Looking at the factory building that was badly damaged by the war, he felt a surge of self-admiration in his heart, and could not help but mention it to Shen Hai and other comrades who accompanied him on the inspection:

　"Thinking back to that summer, many of my comrades and I were here fighting against the capitalists and helping workers defend their rights. It was a truly moving scene.

　Although the movement was ultimately destroyed by the reactionary government and police, and we were even jailed, and local bureaucrats tried to deceive us with lies, the situation had completely changed in less than seven years.

　Now, the revolutionary forces still have powerful material support. How can we fail? We and the workers have lost everything in the past, and from now on we will take it back!

　This factory must find a way to resume production in the near future and serve as a red education base for future generations to visit and learn from, so that they will always remember the evils of capitalism.

　We must clearly portray the course of our heroic struggle during that movement, as well as the ugly faces of the capitalists, bureaucrats, and reactionary police!

　In this way, leader "Zuo" Ren walked and stopped, gesturing here and there from time to time, while talking about what he had witnessed with his own eyes in an immersive way, and at the same time giving instructions on how the education base should be renovated.

　After a while, Zuo Ren asked Shen Hai, who was standing beside him, "How's it going? Did you remember everything I just said?"

　Shen Hai glanced at Zuo Ren and responded mechanically, "I've written down everything you just said. I can retrieve it anytime I need it."

　"Okay...good." Leader Zuo Ren was very satisfied. "See? This is the advantage of the deep sea. It saves us a lot of time and effort in logging in and leaving records."

　An accompanying person, Zuo Ren, echoed, "Exactly. How much bureaucracy and formalism does this avoid? Punching in and leaving a record is another mystery for the elderly."

　After listening to the one-sided statements of Zuo Ren and others, let us take an objective perspective and briefly discuss what exactly happened during the Jasic strike.

　In 2018, the Peking University Jockey Club (now abolished and reorganized) connected with the Jockey Clubs of several other universities, including Nanjing University, and went to the Jasic Electronics Factory in Shenzhen to help workers defend their rights.

　The group of people from the Jockey Club organized a parade and illegally distributed leaflets to passers-by. Then they stayed there after the parade ended and continued to sing revolutionary songs.

　More importantly, they have connections with foreign forces. The Jockey Club accepted funding from foreign forces, which led to a significant change in its nature. This was the decisive factor in their arrest by the police, not their labor report.

　At four o'clock in the morning, the special police came and raided the venue, taking everyone away. After that, the local cadres gave the students a painstaking education.

　The vice-principals of these students' alma maters personally came to rescue them. The school did its best to keep most of the students involved in the protests, allowing them to continue attending school, but there was no way to protect the few who led the protests.

　From then on, workers' rights groups across the country stopped accepting students, fearing they would cause trouble. And then there was the Jockey Club, not only failing to reflect on themselves, but also accusing these people of being stubborn and unreliable.

　The Jockey Club has engaged in many other abstract activities, of which the Jasic case is just one. While claiming to be upholding workers' rights, it is merely a venting of its own subjective fantasies and emotions, disregarding the interests of others.

　I can only say that these people deserved it.

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　Meanwhile, in Guangming District to the north, dusk smeared the shattered streets. Amidst the rubble, several PLA soldiers took shelter in a building, their gun barrels still emitting a faint glow. In the distance, the sound of incessant gunfire echoed.

　"Squad leader, something's wrong." Young soldier Xiao Li wiped the sweat from his forehead and changed the magazine of his 95-1 rifle. "Why are those Deep Sea thugs so quiet? According to their habits, the interval for the next attack should have been long over."

　The squad leader didn't answer immediately. The drone he was operating had just been shot down by Shen Hai a minute ago. He was currently using an optical sight to observe the intersection two or three hundred meters away.

　The last wave of deep sea emerged from here, but now, this intersection is eerily quiet. Occasionally, a few deep sea units pass by, but it does not seem like a precursor to an attack.

　"Maybe there's a problem with their reinforcements," the squad leader murmured, his right hand never leaving the trigger. "Or maybe they're up to something else. Team two, watch the alley on the left, team three, keep a close eye on that rice noodle shop."

　Brief confirmation sounds came from the radio. The deep sea has extremely strong communication shielding, but radio communication within about 100 meters is still completely fine. It becomes unstable if it is farther away.

　The setting sun dyed the scattered glass window fragments on the ground orange-red, and the sharp edges flashed dangerously.

　At this moment, a soldier from Group 2 suddenly tensed up, "Squad leader, there's movement from Group 2!" His voice trembled slightly with nervousness.

　Everyone's gaze and gunpoint immediately shifted to the left. At first, it was just a blurry figure, moving swiftly through the low, self-built houses of the urban village. Its lithe and agile figure, its movements darting across eaves and walls, was definitely not a combat puppet.

　As the outline of the figure gradually became clear, it turned out to be a tall woman with a black uniform jacket swaying gently in the wind at her waist. Her black and white tight shorts and black boots covered her slender and powerful legs, and her white shirt outlined her well-proportioned and graceful figure.

　Her movements were almost dance-like, and each step was precise, crossing the gaps between the roofs while using the debris on the roof as a shield to block her vision.

　"Fire! Free fire!

　"The squad leader yelled, "Firepower team! Bring me a 171 heavy machine gun and treat me well!"

　The roar of heavy machine gunfire instantly resounded throughout the room, and 12.7mm armor-piercing rounds flew towards the strange deep sea. Just as the bullets were about to hit her, she opened her psychic shield, blocking the bullets.

　"Damn, it's a deep-sea assaulter!" Xiao Li cursed as he fired, "I've never seen an outfit of this color before."

　In an instant, the mysterious deep sea suddenly accelerated. She gripped the red long knife at her waist and charged along a Z-shaped charge, trying to avoid the PLA soldiers' gun line as much as possible. This allowed her to narrowly avoid two 08 rounds of PLA fire.

　It was not until they were closer that the warriors finally saw her full appearance - her long dark blue hair was tied into a neat medium ponytail, and an inhuman creature that looked like a dragon's horns and tail extended from her forehead and tail vertebrae. Her wine-red eyes flashed with strong murderous intent in the twilight.

　"Holy shit... Old Chen?!" a soldier in the team who had played Arknights before shouted, "That's Chen Huijie from the game! He's holding the Scarlet Sky Blade!"

　"Ah? What?" Faced with such words, everyone was stunned.

　This absurd statement left the soldiers confused, but their military instincts soon overwhelmed their shock, and more bullets poured into the deep sea called "Chen Huijie".

　The deep sea figure named "Chen Huijie" frowned, her stern face giving off a chilling chill. She grasped the Chixiao sword and drew a perfect arc in the air.

　Before the two soldiers in the front row could see her movements clearly, they felt a chill on their necks and warm, bright red liquid gushed out.

　The suppressive firepower of the following deep-sea troops was timely, creating space for their vanguard to advance. Chen Huijie was like a sharp knife, accurately piercing the most relatively weak point of the PLA position.

　Every time she raised her hand and swung her knife, she would take a life, and every time she turned around, she would avoid the attacks of the PLA soldiers.

　The squad leader watched helplessly as his comrades fell one after another, their blood gathering into streams on the tiled floor, and his heart was filled with extreme pain.

　Although humans are powerless to fight back against the Deep Sea Vanguard, this Deep Sea Vanguard seems to be too strong. She is more like an elite Deep Sea Vanguard than an ordinary Deep Sea Vanguard.

　"Retreat! Take turns covering!" the squad leader yelled at his remaining comrades, simultaneously emptying an entire magazine at the blue-haired figure. Unfortunately, all the bullets struck the shield, turning into small metal pellets that fell to the ground.

　The squad leader turned on a high-powered handheld radio and attempted to report the encounter to other units. "Attention all units! A deep-sea elite unit has been detected here!"

　Before the squad leader could repeat his words, Chen Huijie suddenly jumped up after knocking down the previous soldier, raising the Chixiao Sword above her head. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The squad leader saw a cold light flashing in her eyes, a look that was definitely not possessed by a human.

　The knife flashed down, and the last scene he saw was his rifle and right arm being neatly cut off.

　At the same time, a few kilometers away, a fierce battle had just subsided at another position.

　In the smoke, a blonde woman stepped over a corpse in Type 21 camouflage. A strange-shaped meteor hammer was tucked into her waist. Her orange and black outfit wrapped around her curvaceous figure, and her cat ears were faintly visible in her hair.

　"How boring." The blonde woman curled her lips and wiped the blood splattered on her face. "They didn't even put in a strong resistance. They were all defeated after just a little effort."

　Behind her, a tall, sturdy woman slammed her bloodstained triangular shield into the ground. The resounding clang was enough to demonstrate the shield's weight. She held onto it, panting and wiping the nonexistent sweat from her forehead.

　She looked around the carnage, approaching two full rows of PLA soldiers, lying in pools of blood in various positions. Especially the first few who fell, they didn't even have time to release the safety of their guns.

　"I'll kill you..." She cursed in thick Cantonese, wondering if it was out of disappointment in the PLA's individual strength, or dissatisfaction with her own lack of killing. The single corner of her long green hair was stained with blood and dust, and her strong muscles rippled under her torn uniform.

　After receiving the message, the blonde woman said, "It looks like Chef Fen Jie's side is also over. Xingxiong, go and meet that guy as planned."

　Xingxiong didn't answer immediately. She bent down and took out a pack of Shuangxi cigarettes from a dead PLA platoon leader. She lit it and took a deep breath. "Old Chen is a little slow... I get it, Shi Huaiya."

　The sun finally sank below the horizon, and the Shenzhen night sky was tinted a dark red by the flames. In the distance, PLA soldiers on various fronts continued to stubbornly hold their positions, risking their lives to protect the lights of the countless homes behind them.

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