Cosma Empire

Buddy was not restricted physically, he picked up his glass and took a sip. How pleasant is it to have a sip of wine in a cold prison cell in winter? The body immediately became warm, and the chill in the body had long been dispelled without a trace. In Willis, there is basically no market for things like fruit wine, and only high-alcohol wine is a necessity for people's life!

The police chief smiled coldly. He slapped the table with one hand and stared at Buddy fiercely. "You mean we are not friends?"

Buddy grabbed a handful of broken fish pieces and threw them into his mouth. He refused twice, and shook his head with a half-smile, "You are the police chief, I don't have the ability to cling to you!"

In the next second, the head of the police station overturned the table, and the food and drinks on the table were scattered on Buddy's hair, face, and body. He kicked on the table and pushed Buddy hard against the foot of the bed, "I'll give you one last chance, you know, I don't like being rough!"

It’s not that the chief of the police station is talking nonsense. He really doesn’t like to execute prisoners. He is a local and has lived here for more than 40 years. Whether the city of Willis is big or small, maybe Those caught by him knew him, or knew his family. No matter how bad the suspect's family members or relatives know him or his family members, they can't avoid the thing of favor back and forth. So if you can't take measures, try not to take measures, which has given him a good reputation in the local area.

Over time, his character has been grasped clearly, and it's over if he apologizes for a small matter and compensates the victim for the loss.

But this doesn't mean that he doesn't have a "brutal" side, he can become the chief of the police station if he does police work and has no deterrent power?

Seeing that Buddy was silent, he immediately took off the baton from his waist, and slammed it hard at Buddy's injured arm. The stick was so hard that Buddy felt that his arm, which had been injured to the bone, should be broken. He gritted his teeth tightly to resist the severe pain, and his eyes became a little gloomy. He didn't speak, but instead grinned in a distorted smile, panting heavily, and constantly sprayed foam from his mouth when he breathed.

Several of his gums were broken, and the pain of the fracture was unimaginable. Seeing that the arm hit by the police chief began to swell and hurt, he didn't care at all. The muscles on his face began to tremble slightly, and it took him a while to utter a sentence, "If you have the ability, kill me, come on, right here, if you don't kill me today, I will only look down on you!", he remembered The letter from Durin to him.

He couldn't read, but he had a young man who could read, and when that young man read what Dühring had written, he trembled all over! He even memorized this passage, which is a very strenuous task for a person in his forties who has not gone to school. But he recited it smoothly, and at this moment this paragraph of content suddenly appeared in his mind——

Death is the best way to gain respect from others, whether it is the death of others or the death of oneself,

They can be respected, even feared, by 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 descendants? When generations of people choose to surrender, we will eventually lose our proud past.

And all the shame we have endured today will become their "past" and their "habit", making them think that survival on their knees is all about Gualt people. If you want to let the descendants of the kings and gods bear all this for generations, then please let me, you, and more Guarts who are determined to change all of this be the pioneers, with our blood, with our The death of the dead to water this flower called resistance, let it bloom beautifully.

One day, people will stand in front of our graves, point to our tombstones and tell their children that a long time ago, some people fought for justice, for happiness, and forged everything that belongs to us, with blood and tenacity a belief in equality.

And this is the purpose of everything we do, so that all people of the same race can live in this world as equals, there will be no more discrimination, no more humiliation, and we will be bathed in the sun until eternity!

At this moment, Buddy's eyes began to turn red, like a wounded coyote trapped somewhere by hunters, and an indescribable wildness filled Buddy's eyes. He didn't resist or struggle, he just stared at the police chief, "Come on, kill me, shoot me here!" He tapped his forehead with his fingers, "Come on, hurry up!" Dot, I can't wait. The kings and gods are already calling me to return to the hero's place, satisfy me!"

He almost yelled the last three words. Seeing the somewhat withdrawn eyes of the chief of police, Buddy spit a mouthful of bloody saliva on the chief of police. His mocking smile hurt the chief of police's heart. He pulled out his baton and pulled out his pistol, and pointed the butt at Buddy's head. The sharp corner of the butt pierced the skin on Buddy's forehead, and blood flowed out immediately.

He put the muzzle of the gun against Buddy's head, and also growled, "Bastard, do you think I dare not?"

With a sneer on Buddy's face, he suddenly realized that even the chief of the police station had chosen to back down when he got tough, which made him understand where Durin's courage came from. People are afraid of the fearless, but some sacrifices are worthwhile and some are not. When a person dies for a certain ideal, arouses the anger of his compatriots through his own sacrifice, and removes the shackles in their hearts, then such a death is sacred.

The Ogdin people are far less great and firm than they imagined!

There was a smile on his face that seemed to be on a pilgrimage, and the wrinkles on his face became smoother. He hummed the war song of the former king, and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing Buddy like this, the police chief suddenly realized something. He retracted the pistol, inserted it into the holster, and let go of his feet. He tidied up his clothes and ended the questioning hastily. That's when he dropped the word "crazy."

are you crazy?

Perhaps, when the door of the cell was closed, the police chief heard Budina's out-of-key laughter. The corners of his eyes twitched, the problem seemed to be more troublesome! He realized that Buddy might not just be a new bootlegger, there must be something else going on that he didn't know about.

He cringed in that moment, knowing that if he pulled the trigger, the old Buddy would be finished. But at the same time, he also realized that Buddy may not be the only one who is crazy...

This made his scalp tingle!

The bloody bastard!

Three days later, the assassination seemed to have stopped, as if it had never happened, and the usual gunshots in the street during this time were also silent, and people returned to the street to discuss recent events.

But for anything, someone needs to give an explanation. Several unimportant members of the Mountain Wolf Gang cried and shouted that they would go to jail. The chief of the police station arrested them and placed charges on them. When the city hall asked him what he meant, he was silent for a while, and then smiled helplessly. Perhaps, some changes are about to take place in this world.

On the day Buddy left the police station, there were more than a dozen cars parked in front of the police station, and many young Guarts looked at Buddy with fiery eyes like the heroes who greeted them. Buddy smiled and walked down the steps. When he was about to go back, he looked up at the easternmost window on the third floor of the police station. The chief of the police station flashed past the window.

In this battle, the Guarts won, and Buddy also understood what Du Lin said. If you don't argue, why should others respect you and give you equality? If you give up your dignity, you have to pick it up with your own hands!

More than a dozen cars blatantly left the police station at the same time. What Buddy didn't know was that during the time he was in the detention room, Du Lin frantically swept up all the people related to the Mountain Wolf Gang, and almost killed the Mountain Wolf Gang. Help kill all. And it was his approach that aroused the yearning and bloodiness of more young people in Gualte. When they were walking on the street, they could already feel that people no longer looked at them with disdain, contempt and contempt in their eyes, but a kind of fear!

Someone asked Durin, is it okay to do this?

Du Lin's answer was very simple, would you rather let others spurn your dignity and slap you, or would you rather fear you deeply even though they hated you in their hearts?

The man thought about it and chose the latter.

It's not an individual's choice, it's a race's choice.

If you cannot accept us equally, then hate us with hatred and fear us!

Heroic fighters will never gain respect from others with their mouths. Only the scalps hanging on their belts and the blood belonging to others can cheer them up!

Back in the basement, Du Lin had someone call the doctor, because there was obviously something wrong with Buddy's arm, and there was more blood oozing out.

When the doctor was examining Buddy, Buddy didn't care at all, and even chatted and laughed happily with Du Lin. He glanced at his numb arm, looked at the compatriots around him who were full of caring eyes, and said with a smile: "It is worthwhile to exchange one arm for everything today. I once thought that I should You traded all of this for something more important, but you did such a good job that you didn’t give me this chance.”

"If I really do that, do you think I will become an eternal and immortal legend like those brave heroes under the king's command?"

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