Buty is not limited by his body. He took a glass of wine and took a sip. How pleasant is it to be able to take a sip of wine in the cold winter cell? The body suddenly became warm, and the coldness in the body was long gone. In Willis, there is almost no market for such things as fruit wine. Only high alcohol is a necessity for people's lives!

The police chief smiled a little cold. He patted him on the table with one hand, staring fiercely at Budi, "Do you mean we are not friends?"

Buty grabbed a piece of broken fish and threw it into his mouth, and refused twice. He shook his head with a smile, "You are the chief of police, I don't have the ability to attach you!"

In the next second, the chief of the police station turned the table over, and the wine on the table covered his face with his head, his face, and his body. He stomped on the table and slammed Buddy at the foot of the bed. "Lastly give you a chance, you know, I don't like to be rough!"

This is not because the police chief said that he did not like to punish the prisoners. He is a local and has lived here for more than 40 years. Willis is not big, not small, maybe The people caught by him knew him or his family. No longer would the suspect's family or relatives know him or his family, and could not avoid humanity when going back and forth. So if he can't get the measure, he can't do it as much as possible, which makes him have a good reputation in the local area.

Over time, his personality has been grasped clearly, a little thing to apologize and pay a courtesy, compensation for the victim's loss is over.

But does this not mean that he has no "cruel" side, does police work, and has no deterrent power to become a police chief?

He watched Budi say nothing, immediately lifted the baton from his waist, and smashed it against Budi's injured arm. The stick was so smashed that Buddy felt that his arm that had hurt the bone should have been broken. He clenched his teeth tightly against the severe pain, and his eyes became a little stunned. He didn't speak, but grinned and grinned with a twisted smile, gasping in his mouth, and Xue Mo spouted from his mouth while he was breathing.

His gums were broken several times, and the pain of the fracture was unimaginable. Seeing that the arm that had been hit by the police chief with a stick started to swell, he didn't care. The muscles on his face began to tremble slightly, and then he spit out a sentence, "You have the ability to kill me, come, right here, today you will not kill me, I will just look down on you!" He remembered The letter Du Lin gave him.

He doesn't know words, but he has young people who know words. When that young man read out what Du Lin wrote, he was shaking all over! He even memorized this content, which is a very difficult thing for a person in his forties who has not attended school. But he recited it smoothly, and at this moment the content suddenly came to his mind--

Death is the best way to get respect from others. Whether it's the death of others or the death of self, you can get respect, even fear, from others. The Guarts have been silent for too long, we need blood, we need death, we need blood. Today we can choose to continue to live as before, but what about our children? What about our offspring? When generation after generation chooses to submit, we will eventually lose our proud past.

And the shame we all endure today will become their "past", become their "habit", and make them think that living on their knees is all about the Guartes. If you want all the descendants of the ancestors and the gods to bear it all, then please let me, and you, and more Guarts who are determined to change all of them become pioneers, use our blood, use us Death came to water this flower called resistance, and let it bloom beautifully.

One day, people will stand in front of our graves and point to our gravestones to tell their children that some time ago, in order to fight for justice, happiness, and recapture everything that belongs to us, cast with blood and tenacity A belief called equality.

And this is the purpose of everything we do, so that all the same people can live in this world on an equal footing, no discrimination, no shame, we will bathe in the sun forever!

At this time, Bourdy's eyes began to turn red, just like the injured coyote was blocked by a hunter somewhere. An indescribable wildness filled Bourdy's eyes. He did not resist or struggle, so he stared at the chief of the police station, "Come, kill me, there is a kind of shot here!", He nodded his brows with his fingers, "Come, hurry I ca n’t wait. The princes and gods are already summoning me to return to the hero's return and satisfy me! "

His last three words were almost roared out, looking at the police chief's wincing eyes, Budi spit a **** spit on the police chief, and the smirk stabbed the police chief's heart, he lost it After the baton pulled out the pistol, came to Buty's head with the butt, and the sharp corner of the **** pierced the skin on Buty's forehead, and blood immediately flowed out.

He put his muzzle against Bourdy's head and growled likewise, "Asshole, don't you think I dare?"

With a mocking look on Buddy's face, he suddenly realized that when he got angry, even the police chief chose to give in, which made him understand where Du Lin's courage came from. People are afraid of what is fearless, but some sacrifice is meaningful and some sacrifice is meaningless. When a person dies for a certain ideal, arouses the anger of his fellow men through his sacrifice, and drives out the shackles in his heart, then such death is sacred.

Ogdin are far less great and more determined than they imagined!

There was a smile on his face that seemed to be a pilgrimage, and the wrinkles on his face became soft. He hummed the ancestor's battle song and closed his eyes slowly.

Seeing such a buddy, the police chief suddenly realized something, he retracted the pistol, inserted it into the holster, also loosened his feet, tidy up his clothes and ended the inquiry hurriedly. Then he left the word "crazy".

are you crazy?

Maybe, when the door of the cell was closed, the chief of the police department heard Budine's laughter that had gone out of tune. His eyes twitched, and the problem seemed more troublesome! He realized that Buty might be more than just a new private liquor agent, and there must be something else he didn't know.

He was timid at that moment, and he knew that as long as he pulled the trigger, the old guy Budie would be dead. But he also realized that it wasn't just Budi who was crazy ...

This made him numb for a while!

This **** bastard!

Three days later, the assassination seems to have stopped, just like it never happened. The gunshots that often appear on the street during this time are also inaudible, and people are back on the street to discuss what happened recently.

But for everything, someone needs to explain. Several unimportant members of the mountain wolf cried and yelled to go to jail. The chief of the police arrested them and placed the charges on their heads. When the city hall asked him what he meant, he was silent for a while, and then he smiled helplessly. Perhaps, there will be some changes in the world.

On the day Buddy left the police station, there were more than a dozen cars parked at the gate of the police station. Many young guartes looked at Buddy with a scorching flame, just like their heroes. Buty smiled and walked down the steps. When he was about to return, he glanced up at the eastmost window on the third floor of the police station, where the chief of the police station flashed away.

This battle was won by the Guartes, and Buddy also understood the things that Du Lin said. You do n’t argue. Why do others respect you and give you equality? If you give up your dignity yourself, pick it up yourself!

More than a dozen cars left the police station at the same time blatantly. What Buddy didn't know was that while he was in the detention room, Doolin madly swept all the people related to the Mountain Wolves, and almost turned the Mountain Wolf Help kill everything. It was his approach that aroused the longing and bloodiness of more young guarts. When they were walking down the street, they could already feel that there was no longer a look of disdain, contempt, and contempt in the eyes of people looking at them, but a fear!

Someone asked Du Lin, would you do that?

Du Lin's answer is very simple. Are you willing to let others spit your dignity and slap you, or are they afraid of you even if they hate you in their hearts?

The man thought about it and chose the latter.

This is not the choice of an individual ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but the choice of a race.

If you are not allowed to accept us equally, then hate us with hatred and fear us!

The heroic warriors will never use their lips to get the respect of others. Only the scalp hanging on their belts and the blood belonging to others can make them cheer!

Back in the basement, Du Lin had called the doctor, because Buty's arm was obviously something wrong, and more blood leaked out.

When the doctor examined Budi, Budi didn't care about it, and even talked and laughed with Dulin. He glanced at his already numb arm, looked at his fellows who were full of caring eyes, and said with a smile: "It is worthwhile to use one arm for everything today. I thought that I should In exchange for all this more important things, but you did a great job, did not give me this opportunity. "

"If I did that, you said, would I be an eternal legend like the heroic heroes of Her Majesty the King?"

Du Lin nodded strongly, "Yes, we all will!"