Chapter 110 110. The King of Flies, Gluttony

Author: Fish and fish move quickly

Chapter 110 110. The King of Flies, Gluttony

Tall buildings with snow, lead-blue sky.

The dark car passed through the street and was struggling on the snowy road. Toshizaki was checking with a document in his hand, and occasionally looked up and glanced out.

The street scene was Xiao Ran, the ragged victims, slowly disappeared in the opposite direction.

As Tseung Kwan O approached, the number of victims on the roadside gradually increased.

Some were alone, some were walking with their families, like walking zombies. When they saw a car parked by the roadside, some victims reached out to the car window to beg for a while. The mother with children would cry and say a few words of prayer, and more people would be numb and silent.

Tokisaki sighed slightly.

At this time, the food prices had risen so much that even she felt that she could not live a life. In order to eat in one bite, there were disputes everywhere in the streets and alleys of Shin Yokohama, and people were beaten to death every day.

According to her own estimate, this chaos will last until late spring and early summer next year, and there will be nearly half a year left...

Hundreds of thousands of people will really starve to death in the past six months.

Sister Rena couldn't bear to look at the picture outside the car window, and put her fists on her chest.

She was praying devoutly, but the faithful posture, against the backdrop of the sad scenery outside the window, added an indescribable color of damage and humiliation to her piety. It looked like a mottled Virgin Mary, making people ask in their hearts: Does God really love the world?

God created man and deeply rooted in the hearts of mankind. No matter how painful it is, he always feels that life is precious. Since God created mankind in this way and gave mankind's love for life, he naturally will not abandon mankind - this is the deep-rooted thinking in the hearts of mankind in the New Age.

But at this moment, most people's answer is no, except for the most devout believers.

The Lord doesn't care.

The Lord cares only about His Kingdom of God.

The car turned a corner and entered the Tseung Kwan O slum.

This is the most chaotic area in Shin Yokohama. There are disaster victims everywhere on the streets, in stations, and in front of shops.

The desolate and bleak scene even Tokisaki, who had always been kind, felt a little numb.

It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I really can’t care.

She was already doing her best to do what she could, including participating in disaster relief in the monastery, using her relationships and some old classmates such as Du Jingwen to raise charity funds, and she was busy and exhausted every day.

But personal efforts seem so small and powerless in the face of the life and death of millions of people.

What can really save them is the big capital group with huge social resources, and the entire state organ led by the cabinet... However, sadly, within the big capital group and the state organs, there are also huge differences between the two factions between rescue and not rescue.

Whether to embrace interests or protect human nature will take some time to prove.

The car slowly drove towards the monastery disaster relief camp, and riots came faintly in front of it.

People's crying, shouting, beating and scolding are mixed together.

Tokisaki looked inside the car and found that it was a group of victims and police fighting each other, bleeding all over the floor. Three or five policemen holding batons grabbed the arms of a young man and escaped from the battle situation.

Just one look and you will probably understand what is going on.

The situation has not been peaceful recently. The hungry victims often snatch food in the disaster relief camp. Those policemen are very skillful in handling it. As long as they don’t directly kill people, they just pick up batons to avoid the vital places and smash them down.

Many victims were beaten to the point of bleeding and were dispersed to the side waiting for treatment.

They are cowardly by nature and know that this is illegal, so they can only curl up and cry.

Just in front of Tokizaki and Rena, not far from the front of the car, a thin little girl hugged her mother and cried. Her mother was hit on her head and blood flowed. But looking at her crying daughter, she immediately stuffed half of the bread she had just found from the camp.

The little girl was so hungry that she opened her mouth and cried and chewed bread. The crying sound was not heard.

Sister Rena was watching this scene and she was a little reluctant to speak.

"I'll deal with it. Sister Rena will go in first..." Tokizaki comforted her and took her out of the car to the camp. Then he turned to the medical staff's office and called out several medical staff to go out with the medicine.

The chaos gradually became suppressed.

But soon, representatives such as media, officials, entrepreneurs, etc. arrived one after another.

Tseung Kwan O is located in the East Kowloon area, and the jurisdiction of public security cases is in the hands of the East Kowloon Branch of the New Yokohama Police Station. The director is a snobbish and snobbish. After receiving the call, his carriage happened to pass by nearby areas and came to the scene to suppress it... No, he comforted the rioters.

"Bang~"

The carriage door is open.

Director Netut leaned out and got off the carriage.

The movement of legs stomping on the snow was enough to wake up the sleeping bear.

After he got down, he did not rush forward, but lifted the belt that had fallen from his belly, stomped his feet to make the leather shoes fit more in the soles of his feet. Finally, he sorted out his tie and coughed heavily before walking towards the camp gate of the Bangji Grain Merchants.

"Crack ~"

The flash lights lit up and a group of reporters surrounded him.

Amid the chattering interviews, the two teams of policemen split a passage between the reporters, and Director Netuo came to the scene of the conflict with his big belly. He glanced at the chaotic camp and asked: "Who is the mastermind?"

"The director is a young man named Clegg." A policeman next to him said.

"Bring that guy here!" Director Neto held his head up with a stubborn airs. His chest symbolized the rule of law and his shoulders symbolized the police rank badge, which looked particularly shining on this dim winter morning.

Soon, the young man who caused chaos was brought over.

This person is tall, thin and shriveled, and has a pale face.

His face was still young, but there were wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks. The clothes he wore were very tasteful, but they were all worn out. When he was escorted forward, he had blood on his forehead, but his eyes were bright and his face was full of smiles.

It seems that he is not a criminal, but a law enforcement officer.

Facing his even somewhat aggressive gaze, Director Neto murmured in a low voice: "A bunch of unruly people, go to hell..."

"What did you say, Director?" The police officer next to him didn't hear clearly.

Director Neto immediately changed his serious face: "I'm asking you how you can treat these ordinary citizens like this?"

“…”

The police officer thought, it’s not all your request.

After the fire broke out in Tseung Kwan O, conflicts broke out every day. The instructions received by the grassroots police were that as long as they did not kill people in the street, they could use multiple hands with multiple hands. Violence is a very effective means to face violence. When the conflict was suppressed again and again, a large number of people retreated, and some people could never stand up again.

Of course, some of them have become more stubborn.

According to information found in some police stations, some victims felt that being injured by police or capitalists in a conflict was a kind of honor and a symbol of resistance.

The young man named Clegg in front of him should be a radical and unruly man.

Director Neto's face, the tiny mung bean-like eyes rolled quickly for a few times, and then walked forward: "Oh, my friend, you are injured." While signaling the police to get the bandage, he held Clegg's hand affectionately and said, "Don't rush to speak, you need a rest. Please bandage and go back with me."

Clegg knew that the director didn't want him to talk nonsense in front of the media.

But creating chaos is just trying to speak in front of more people, so he shouted to the reporters on the outside: "Has Mr. Ling from Bangji Grain Merchants come?"

"It's almost there, it'll be there in a few minutes." Someone replied.

This time, Director Neto was angry.

He has always liked the common people who follow the rules and bully them. This kind of thorny unruly people is really annoying. However, in public, as the director of the police station who represents justice, he can only hold his anger and not get out of it.

"Mr. Clegg, I think you should understand your situation." Director Neto said with the friendly attitude.

"I don't understand what you mean." Clegg replied, without any awe of a director in his eyes.

"If you have anything, let's talk about it when you go back to the police station." Director Neto said that he was not only soothing, but nodded without refuting. "I regret you and these injured citizens. This is a painful topic. I hope you don't hurt more people anymore."

"But I didn't hurt these people." Clegg stressed.

"Sir, don't shirk responsibility."

"I didn't."

"Sir, you are escaping your sins!" said Director Neto, "You have made a mistake and will suffer the consequences. The Black Gold Empire is a society ruled by law, and the fair and strict laws will not let any bad people go!"

"Is it the sin I committed?" Clegg raised his hand with a sarcastic smile, pointed to the policemen holding batons around him, and pointed to the two luxury cars driving in front of him, "What crime are you policemen who help the evil and those capitalists who eat human blood buns committed?"

Director Neto said coldly: "I can accuse you of one more defamation now!"

"Mr. Director, please don't get me wrong." Clegg said without fear. "I am not slandering, but just stating the facts I have seen. Maybe you can verify from those around you?"

Of course, Director Neto will not ask people around him for verification.

His biggest wish is to make all the unruly people shut up and talk less, and how could he let more people speak?

But the victims who surrounded the place and were scattered, started to talk. The violent commotion, moved their steps and shook their heads in a mess, and the victims could not settle down. They stood on tiptoe and offered sacrifices inward, shouting and scolding.

"...You gang of policemen who are so ill-hearted, colluded with the grain merchants. If you die, you will definitely go to hell..."

"Yes, you ten times the price of grain has earned enough... How many bones have you capitalists chewed? You are full of food, and you still come here to pretend to be justice..."

"Listen, we'll..."

"Let's find a fight!"

"I can't beat you to death..."

"He is talking a lot!"
To be continued...