"What's going on here?"

Aken asked the people around him who also watched the excitement.

Poor places have the characteristics of poor places. From a certain point of view, meeting is also an advantage, that is, people are relatively free.

Because they are poor, because they don't have a job, all they have is time.

But they don't have any entertainment activities that can be closed, except for creating people.

So most of the time these poor people who have neither work nor entertainment, the greatest pleasure, or the thing they do the most every day, is to bask in the sun at the door or on the street.

You can say that they are lazy, but for Nagalil, who didn't come to the Federation before, it's not entirely a question of laziness, and they don't have a chance.

The ruling class does not give people the opportunity to work and make money, so they don’t know what to do except to find a plot of land to grow something, go hunting, or do odd jobs for some necessities of life.

This kind of poverty and idleness tends to widen the scope of people's communication in society. Even if they are across the street, they have some understanding of the accounts nearby.

The person in front looked back at Aken, a bit familiar, and should be able to see it on the street from time to time, but didn't know him.

With such a foundation, he is willing to say something.

"Catch the robber..."

Once a person decides to speak, he will not keep anything.

"They said that the new code has been implemented. Now if you know who participated in the beating, smashing, looting and burning activities during this period, as long as there is evidence or criminal evidence that you are right, they will arrest people."

"And after catching it, I will give you a little bonus."

"The more serious the crime of the person you reported, the more bonus you will get. They have already caught so many in the morning..."

Passers-by sighed, but he knew that several people had participated in the beating, smashing, looting, and burning, but because of face, they all knew each other.

If he stands up, no one on this street can stand him.

Judging from the official behavior, we should stand up because this is a "just battle", but for the Nagalil people, they are more willing to integrate themselves with the place where they live.

I don’t know if something came to mind, this person’s eyes lit up, "Do you know who did these things?"

Aken's mind has froze, he nodded subconsciously, but quickly reacted, "No, I don't know, what do you want to do?"

He looked at the stranger in front of him vigilantly, and the latter whispered, "We can exchange information. You can report those people I know, and I will report those people you know, so that none of us offends and can Get a bounty..."

While talking, the "joint law enforcement team" had already smashed the door of a resident on the side of the road, and then they moved out a lot of stolen items from it.

It is surprising that the federal people did not immediately think that these things were stolen. They also "invited" the people living here and asked them to tell the origin of these things.

If someone can prove that these things were not obtained by robbery, they will not be punished in any way!

This is an unlucky family. There is no family member in this family who can prove that what is placed in front of people is legally obtained by them.

"Then come with us..."

The police leaned in handcuffs, and the family standing in the crowd looked very helpless.

At the moment when the policeman had approached the male owner, he took the handcuffs to signal the other party to raise his hand, the male owner suddenly pushed the policeman and ran away!

The crowd became extraordinarily "lively" with a bang. Some people were talking and laughing loudly, thinking that it would embarrass the police, and some people inexplicably stepped away.

The next second, the gunfire rang...

The host staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the ground.

Those policemen, those Nagalil policemen had a kind of tingling, ridicule, disdain, or whatever on their faces that made Aken's heart, he didn't know how to describe it.

The man who was able to run just now was like a dead dog, dragged by two policemen, leaving a long mark on the ground, and throwing it onto the truck.

At this time, Aken also discovered that... there were already several corpses in the truck!

The police continue to announce the implementation policy of the new law. Anyone who dares to provoke or challenge law enforcement personnel, who knows that they have committed a crime but is unwilling to stop, has the right to kill them directly!

Aken didn't know where his father had gone, his brain was blank, and he returned home in a muddle-headed manner.

After returning home for a while, he hid in the innermost room.

Obviously the weather was already extremely hot, but he still felt cold.

He was shivering with a thick quilt.

He wanted to run, but he didn't know where to go. He vaguely remembered in the TV news a few days ago that Nagalil would register the personnel.

Starting from the second half of this year, once all people without identity certificates are found, if they cannot be identified, they may be sent to concentration labor camps to a certain extent.

It is said that once a person enters a concentration labor camp, he will never be able to leave there, and must do heavy work every day until one day he is exhausted or he can prove his innocence.

During the past period of time, every night's news content appeared in front of him again, scene by scene, so clear!

These are not without signs. In fact, whether they are newspapers, televisions, or even some more active locals who are willing to cooperate with the government, they all promote the next changes in Nagalil.

But there are always people who ignore these for various reasons!

Aken's mother didn't know what to do at the door. His young sister was holding a puppet and clutching her mother's trousers, staring blankly at his brother who was wrapped in a quilt in the room.

I don't know how long it has passed, some lively sounds faintly heard outside the door, and it seems that a large group of people are approaching.

Aken raised his head in horror and yelled loudly, "Quick, close the door, don't stand at the door like a dead person..."

A few minutes later, he was dragged out by two policemen. The door was full of things he and his father had robbed outside during this time, including the TV.

Perhaps it was because she knew that she was about to lose all of this, Aken's sister was not willing to let go while holding the TV, and even her favorite puppet didn't care so much anymore.

Aken's teeth were "fighting" quickly, making a screaming sound.

"Does any of you have a job?" the policeman asked.

Aken's mother shook her head. She didn't have a job. Then the police looked at Aken, "How about you, young man, do you have a job?"

In fact, this is just a routine questioning. Even if Aken has a job, he can't afford this TV set for thousands of dollars!

Aken never spoke because of fear.

The pictures of those who were shot to death kept flashing in his mind. He was covered in sweat, and he wiped and wiped with his hand, but he couldn't wipe it clean all the time.

There was no answer, and the police did not ask again. He had seen this situation many times.

"If you can't prove that you obtained these things legally, then you are likely to be involved in theft."

"Do you have anything to defend yourself?"

No one spoke, the woman didn't know what to say, she could only look at her son with worried eyes.

And Aken... don't know how to defend.

At this time he understood the feelings of those people. It was not that those people didn't want to say anything, but that they didn't know what to say.

The police came over with a pair of handcuffs. Aken also wanted to escape, but he recalled the man who was shot to death because of the escape. All his strength was taken away from his body by some terrible devil!

He was crying silently, but he had nothing to do with the police in front of him.

He was led by the police to leave here step by step, and his survival instinct prompted him to look back at his mother and shout "Mom".

In the end, his mother could not save him. She could only watch Aken being put on a tightrope and other people, and watching all the stolen things confiscated.

The room became empty again, and she sat down in the doorway, watching the crowds in the distance.

The little girl kept crying, but she didn't seem to hear it.

This time, not only things are gone, but people are also gone...

After the initial fear, Aken gradually began to adapt, not knowing whether his luck was good or bad.

He actually saw his father in the place used by the police station to detain criminals.

The recognition of the father and son... it is difficult to describe how they felt at this time, but at least they had some sense of security because they saw each other.

In the corner where the two of them were, they looked at everything happening around them in fear.

In the evening, they got a bad food. They didn't know what was cooked together and it was awful.

In fact, they will eat these things without hesitation in the past.

There is something to eat, at least much better than nothing, but now they are disgusting it.

The police have been busy, and people have been sent in constantly.

After dinner in the evening, many lawyers came to the police station. This is also one of the federal aid projects for Nagalil.

Due to the participation of the federals, the judicial process of the new Nagalil federation will also adopt the same set of federals.

After all, the federation is so powerful, its system must be advanced~lightnovelpub.net~ right? !

Lawyers are very dedicated, they communicate with each individual criminal, and then determine something.

It was the turn of Aken and his son. They left the prison and sat opposite the lawyer under the guard of the police.

The lawyer looks very young, in his twenties, a foreigner.

He first looked down at the documents on the table, looked at it for a while, about a minute or so, then raised his head.

"This material tells me that the two of you have stolen about...", he looked down again, "something worth four thousand yuan."

"Do you know what this means?"

The lawyer looked at them with a serious tone.

Aken has lost the ability to speak, his father asked in a hoarse voice, "What does it mean...?"

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