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On the street, a sparse crowd gathered on the lawn in front of the city hall, holding signs and looking up at the building behind the fence.

Men and women are different, there are old and young, but the same is the sloppy appearance and embarrassing clothing, just like a tramp.

Whenever there are vehicles coming in and going out, they will leaned over, waved the sign, and shouted vigorously:

"We want to work! We want to live!"

It is a pity that no one can hear it through the high wall and the fence.

Vehicles enter and exit as usual.

Only the guard stared indifferently at all the callers who dared to approach, weighed the baton in his hand, and silently threatened.

When the cold and thin rain fell from the sky in the early winter, in the cold wind, the people wearing only thin clothes could no longer stand the cold temperature, and they dispersed in embarrassment.

Only a few people were still there, shouting and repeating.

No one listened.

In the end, even the hoarse shouts were covered by deafening sounds from afar.

A wide avenue outside the street, surging people waving large and small flags, thousands of people smeared all kinds of colors on their faces, led by the front, slowly moving forward.

The news helicopter in the sky lowered the altitude and shot down, truly recording the whole process.

"Against discrimination! Protest against gender differentiation!"

"Support sexual minorities! Oppose workplace harassment!"

"Transgender is not guilty!"

"We must respect! We must understand!!!"

The sincere shouts and shouts brought tears to the eyes of the reporter interviewing at the front, almost moved to the cameras of Unicom’s live broadcast room, describing the sufferings of the sexual minorities and the long-term injustices they have encountered. The whole society shall face it and respect it.

But one block away, the unemployed who brandished their signs to get closer, fell to the ground, crawling in pain under the stick and chase of the security guard.

The rest of the people had already got into the alley in embarrassment and did not dare to come out again.

When the bell at the top of the city rang, the sparse rain finally stopped, and the faint sunlight at two o'clock in the afternoon shone into the cold city.

The traffic on the street is still there, the singing in the shop echoes in the air, and the pedestrians are like weaving.

This is a healthy and normal day for Shengdu.

Until now, you can hardly see the chaos caused by the blackout half a year ago. Only the guards with live ammunition on every street remind people that nothing is over.

‘The lawyer is still watching you. ’

Everyone said so.

After the turmoil that almost affected the whole city passed, no one dared to despise the name.

If someone took the declaration on the TV as sensationalism at the beginning, then the subsequent continuous major events and more and more fanatic followers made the name deeply carved into everyone’s memory. .

That name can be seen everywhere.

Not only in the destruction and graffiti on the walls in the low-rise areas, but also in the nightmares of countless gangs and street members, and even the rumors of company employees...

Tune the lawyer.

Since the beginning of that night, I don't know how many people claim to believe in this name and start to take action, how many people follow in his footsteps and start to stir up disturbances, but few people actually see him.

Only after a certain attack and destruction, the words and actions of that person can be heard in the conclusive descriptions of the witnesses.

People who do evil under his banner are unknown, and there are countless people who claim to act in accordance with his will, but among them, there are very few who really have anything to do with him.

True followers regard him as a god, but more people regard him as a lunatic with a problematic brain.

Under the ever-increasing crime rate and countless riots, the guards regarded him as a confidant.

And only the giants who have fought with him in secret and don't know how many times know that the existence of Lawyer Tiao has become a cancer parasitic on this city!

The Eternal Power Explosion, the Solomon Theater Massacre, the Gospel Financial Collapse, and the collective kidnapping of the electronic sector in the future have affected half of the poisoning incidents of the Greenland Chemical Board of Directors...

Even, in order to destroy the Star Medical, thousands of people were suffering from the terrorist attack in the biological and chemical weapons.

For half a year, the ghostly figure walked through the darkness and turmoil, constantly igniting a burning flame in the dark part of the city.

Almost everyone can intuitively feel the rapid deterioration of the public security environment.

But what is incredible is that, in such a bad situation, the economic market and the welfare benefits of enterprises that have been declining and declining in previous years have even improved.

Especially when Hope Energy fired less than 2,000 people when it reorganized the Universal Power Group, the original employees were moved to tears and vowed to serve the company.

Under such circumstances, it is not uncommon to expose and report against the mediator and his party.

Everyone indignantly accused the frenzied lunatic and denounced his nonsense...

What's weird is that everyone knows what a terrifying villain a lawyer is. But everyone seems to be secretly colluding with the fellow lawyers...

There is no end to catch, no end to kill.

Until the Shengdu guards gave up searching for clues through reports, even the wife and children of the deputy chief were about to become accomplices of the lawyer.

After all, when Mr. Deputy Director came home, he found that besides the whole family and the young and old, there was a smiling stranger at the table waiting for him to have dinner?

After the search and hunt on the bright side were gone, the secret search and pursuit did not relax in the slightest.

The detectives and informants of the corporate giants are still densely scattered throughout the holy city, looking for any wind and clues.

In particular, Dark Horse Industry, which has gained a reputation recently, has gained the limelight by arresting many accomplices of lawyers in one fell swoop. In spite of the risk of death and the threat of terrorist attacks, its chairman has repeatedly denounced the lawyer in public, mocking and insulting him in terms of personality and appearance. For a while, he was caught in the news of Shengdu Entertainment. Known as the sanctuary of conscience.

However, the lucky ones like Dark Horse Industry are few after all.

For the chasers, their goal is like a phantom that doesn't exist.

Obviously I heard his sneer in the dark, but when the light came on, all clues would disappear, and only the messy opponents were mocking their overpowered opponents.

There are more people who have exhausted all means, but can only find a few hyenas and counterfeit goods that have come from eating food.

But even so, under the slow shrinking sky and earth nets of the giants still running unhurriedly, in the pursuit of countless cameras and eyeliners, there are times when they are finally caught.

Everyone knows that giants can lose countless times.

As for the lawyer, lose once...he's done.

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"Is it genuine?"

"Yes. It is said that I have met the lawyer himself."

"Then we are lucky."

"Why don't you say it separately, but this buddy's luck is not good..."

Under the dim light, the guard smoking at the door chatted, occasionally turning his head and looking through the window on the iron door to the narrow space inside.

The person hanging on the chain was constantly twitching in the electric current, his rickety body arched violently, and the wounds all over his body burst open, like small mouths waiting to be fed.

The viscous blood flowed down from the toes whose nails had been removed, and fell into the pool of blood that had accumulated.

Three minutes later, the interrogator who returned from peeing slowly turned the switch off.

The current stops.

In the harsh rubbing sound, a chair was moved in front of him, and the somewhat lame middle-aged man sat down. When he tilted his head, the person behind him moved forward and lit his pipe.

Then, a basin of cold water was poured on the prisoner's face.

A hoarse moan sounded.

It was like waking up from a nightmare, gasping, choking, and convulsions contracted.

"Are you all right, Mr. Polgar."

The middle-aged man took off his pipe and sighed with pity: "You seem to be a bit...cold?"

Polgar on the chain made a hoarse vague voice, as if responding, and like a cold sneer.

But soon, someone stepped forward, pulled his hair up, forced him to open his eyes and look at the interrogator.

"The condition, you have heard it, it won't change again, and it won't change any more."

The pipe smoking man breathed out slowly, his gray eyes looked at his pupils: "Don't waste time, and treat yourself better... Tell me, son, where is the lawyer?"

"In the south? No, it seems to be in the north..."

Polgar coughed and whispered hoarsely, but in the end, it seemed that he couldn't hold back his laughter, "Hey hey, I don't remember clearly, maybe it's in the east, or maybe... on it."

The laughter was too sharp, lost its tone, and in the end it turned into a vague gasp.

It's like spitting hard.

Unfortunately, with no energy, **** saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth and fell lonely on the ground.

The interrogator sighed and waved.

The assistant behind him moved forward again, showing what he had in his hand to Polgar-an old electric drill and a sharp drill bit that matched it.

There was a sharp rotating sound for a moment.

Soon, it became a dull voice, covered by painful neighs.

A few minutes later, someone came up, replaced Polga with a new bottle of drip, injected medicine, and kept him alive.

Then, the electric drill was withdrawn.

The interrogator asked again: "Where is Huai Shi?"

"Hey, in your...your...nightmare..."

The interrogator was indifferent and waved.

The electric drill was replaced with a scalpel.

Ten minutes later, the interrogator asked again, this time Polgar did not answer.

The current was connected again, cold water and medicine, then the mouse, and finally the woodworking saw, slowly cutting his finger in half from the center.

In the end, after changing the third bottle of intravenous drip, the doctor who checked the condition turned his head, glanced at the interrogator, and silently gave the signal.

After cleaning up the third bucket of ashes, the interrogator asked one last question:

"Last chance, Polgar."

"Lawyer, where is it?"

Polgar groaned, and said something vaguely, but the interrogator remained indifferent, standing still.

In the dead silence, only the hoarse laughter gradually sounded from the hollow and shriveled body.

Under the drag of the chains, the naked Polga panted, stroking his neck for the last time, and his hollow eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

And, some kind of creepy fanaticism.

"You will eventually...burn out!!!"

"..."

The interrogator didn't speak any more, just finished the last pipe of tobacco, looked back at the camera behind him, signaled that he had made all his efforts, and got up.

"Dispose of."

The interrogator left.

Before the iron door closed, a trolley was pushed in amid the sharp sound of the wheels spinning.

Borga, dying on the chain, was thrown into the car, vomiting and coughing up blood.

The trolley moved slowly.

Passing through the long tunnel, slowly moving upwards, in the drowsiness, Polgar felt the bumps on the ground, the stench from the wind... and, increasingly noisy, louder and louder shouts.

In front of the last iron door, the cart leaned forward and threw him to the ground.

Someone took out the needle used at noon from his pocket, inserted it into his neck, injected the medicine, and finally patted his face: "This is a good product, it's cheaper for you."

The voice of shouting became louder and louder.

Through the iron gate.

As if there was a flame burning in his chest, Polgar groaned hard, and the last strength emerged under the squeeze of the stimulant, allowing him to prop up his body.

He raised his head hard and looked at the slowly opening door.

There was also the bright light behind the door that seemed to pierce blind eyes.

"Titan!"

"Titan!!"

"Titan!!!"

In the stands behind the high wall, countless ecstatic spectators were calling, shouting, screaming frantically at the name, and countless beverage bottles and banknotes fell from the high platform and piled up on the edge of the arena.

The low footsteps sounded like an earthquake.

When the iron cage was torn to pieces by rough power, the deformed giant more than three meters away broke free from the cage, and roared frantically under the encouragement of the animal.

Under the transformation of Star Medical, the test product has been flooded with deformed organs, and the big mouth on the chest slowly shed a viscous drag. On the crocodile-like face, the tiny eyes slowly turned, filled with scarlet. .

Looking at the door on the other side, Polgar staggered out.

"Titan! Titan! Titan!!!"

Countless audience members shouted, enjoying this rare feeding show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the High Arena!!!"

In the spray of sparks, the host slowly rose from the high platform, holding the microphone, and shouting in a vertical voice: "Presumably everyone has been waiting for a long time, don't be verbose, don't talk nonsense-welcome to our 12-game winning streak Fighter, cruel and merciless killing beast——【Titan】!!!"

As a result, those shouts filled with excitement and joy became more and more high-pitched.

"And next, what comes on stage is the lucky one who has the opportunity to compete with the Titans—"

In the host’s joking introduction, the spotlight illuminates the embarrassed figure covered in blood: "The peerless villain of the holy capital, the confidant of the lawyer and the loyal dog-Ascetic Polgar!!!"

In the hoarse and enthusiastic introduction, everyone involuntarily silent for a moment, their eyes widened, and they looked at the rickety prisoner displayed on the big screen.

The man who was dying, almost unsteady.

Immediately afterwards, the shouts that were far more mad and high-pitched than before sounded again, like thunder.

Unfortunately, it was not the name of the duel that was shouting.

It's an even more hungry command.

"Kill him! Kill him!! Kill him!!!"

I don't know how many people are already hungry and thirsty, their eyes widened, and they snarled at the beasts in the field by pulling the railing: "Titan, eat that son of a bitch!"

"Tear off his XX!"

"Kill him, Titan!"

"kill him!!!"

The shouting sound turned into a torrent, echoing in the arena, making the hungry beast more and more manic.

The Titan neighed, trampled on the ground, his tiny eyes stared at the prey sent to the court, and the drool in the big mouth on his chest became more and more overflowing.

Again and again, pulling the chain.

In the audience's shouting and cheering, the chain was pulled into deformation, until the end, it broke completely!

The high-pitched voice culminated in the atmosphere in the venue.

In countless twisted smiles, the escaped Titan was running wildly. After being hungry for a few days, he opened his mouth to the prey that was difficult to stand firmly, and flew out suddenly!

Then, there was a sudden explosion of thunder.

boom!

The scarlet rainstorm blows out.

In the freezing silence, the headless beast flew upside down and landed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the left arm burst and fell off, and the right arm, legs, and finally, was beaten into flesh by the sniper at the top of the arena.

Then, there were the dumbfounded host, the first-class audience, and the panicked guard.

The harsh electric noise exploded from the speaker and buzzed endlessly.

In the end, everyone stiffened in place, feeling the coldness of the trembling of the lungs and bones in the sudden silence.

Even the sound of breathing seemed to stop abruptly.

The whole world is frozen.

Only in the darkness, under the steps, the sound of low footsteps slowly rises, passing through the doors that open one after another, towards countless horrified audiences.

It's like being in your own palace.

Move forward unhurriedly.

Stepping on the steps stained red with blood, leaping over the corpse that was gradually freezing cold.

In the end, walked into the dazzling light.

The slightly thin, gray-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to cover the dazzling light, and couldn't help smiling when he lowered his head to look at his companion sitting on the ground.

"Polgar, how are you?"

Polgar was sluggish.

The hollow pupils could hardly see the smiling face, but the deep voice was so familiar, as if it were... in a dream.

His lips were pursing, breathing hard, but it was difficult to say the name.

"Holy, Holy See?"

"Well, it's me."

Huai Shi nodded, bent down, and sat down on the ground beside him, as if he had just been separated, and said to him: "Seeing that you haven't come back, so I came to you."

Come to the top.

Came to their arena.

"me……"

Polgar gasped hard, choked up and could not speak.

"I was a little worried along the way, but I was a little relieved to see you so refreshed." Attorney Tune smiled and looked at his face: "You look like a man, Polgar, it's amazing. "

"Uh-huh!"

Polgar nodded vigorously, already, tears streaming down her face!

"I'm so old, don't cry, it's embarrassing like a child."

Huai Shi sighed lightly, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and after tearing open the package, he lit a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, took two puffs, and put it in his mouth: "Red Wolf, the brand you were buying at the time... …I’m not mistaken, did I? Slowly, idiot, don’t choke.

I told you that I wanted to quit smoking. You didn't listen. Smoking is harmful to your health. Believe it this time? "

Polgar tried his best, took a breath and spit it out, feeling a little warmth. For some reason, the distant face became clear through the smoke.

He was looking at himself, smiling, helplessly.

"Feel sorry."

Huai Shi said, "I can't save you."

Polgar grinned, showing his mutilated gums, as if he was smiling, but the cigarette came down weakly from the corner of his mouth.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He was prepared long ago.

Obviously this should be the case. He had already seen life and death a long time ago, but when he saw those calm and compassionate eyes, he couldn't help but want to cry.

Don't want to die.

I feel scared from the bottom of my heart.

I don't want to leave so embarrassed, I don't know where I am going.

Can't help but choke.

Looking at those eyes that seemed to be forever pitying, choked up, and finally prayed:

"Can you... please... take me a ride?"

"Of course."

Huai Shi answered naturally, and stretched out her hand to him, "Do you want to come?"

He said: "We are together."

The man stood in the light, smiling and waiting.

Polgar gritted his teeth and tried his best, raising his fingers, trying to touch his palm.

It's too far away.

Like a phantom, hard to reach.

He has run out of strength.

The mutilated palm fell weakly, but was grasped by Guangri's hand.

Squeeze tightly.

There was a familiar laughter, and he invited him: "Let’s go, my dear friend, let’s go."

Well, let's go.

Polgar smiled and closed his eyes contentedly.

The last breath was exhausted.

In Huai Shi's hands, the blood-stained fingers slipped weakly and returned to the dust.

Only Huai Shi stood alone, staring at that peaceful expression, watching her former companions and following away so intently.

The sound of police sirens and explosions gradually sounded in the distance.

In the silence, Huai Shi quietly watched the cigarettes on the ground go out in a pool of blood, nodded, turned and left.

However, after leaving ~lightnovelpub.net~ casually glanced back, and glanced behind him.

"Remember to do it for Mr. Polgar."

Attorney Tune said: "This is his funeral."

The followers who were kneeling on the ground nodded silently and pressed the switch of the detonator. In the violent shock, countless fires rose up.

Arena, blood, the corpses of those spectators and beasts.

Everything disappeared quickly in the collapse.

Only the flames burned in the ruins, and the scarlet color rose, dyeing the dark clouds into blood.

The whistling hurricane spread.

Just like roaring.

To this horrified world, announce the return of death!

(End of this chapter)