Chapter 145 The Wolf King Arrives

[Dawn, October 3, 152, near night]

[The intersection of Huoyao Road and Xingyue Road in Hubin Business District]

A car was stopped by a security patrol car.

The driver’s name was Freeman, followed by his wife Karin and their 8-year-old son Reggie.

The three of them all wore black nameplates and were very typical frontier immigrants.

Freeman and Karin have lived in the inner city for eight years, having immigrated the year they were conceived.

Just applying for identity documents cost them almost half their life savings, and they had to live in tents under bridges for a long time.

But the two never regretted their decision.

Poverty can be endured silently, at least there is still a chance to fight.

The last thing they want to see is for their children to grow up in a dirty and chaotic environment. When they grow up, they turn into the kind of gangster with a mohawk who goes out to fool around every day, and then one day they hear that he was raped on the street. The man's skull was lifted with one shot.

At this time, Freeman and Karin were being questioned by the Sheriff.

reason?

unimportant.

Maybe the car wasn't driving straight.

Maybe it was the slow start at the traffic lights.

Maybe there was no reason, it was just that the Sheriff wanted to use them to test their KPI, or he just wanted to see that they were unhappy.

Freeman and Karin stood on the side of the road with their hands on the wall, being searched like prisoners by two constables, one tall and one short.

Reggie stood aside, looking at his parents at a loss, not understanding why the uncle the Sheriff did this to them.

Freeman didn't ask or argue, knowing it was useless.

In the past eight years, he had endured countless unreasonable body searches, and every time he could only endure the shame of being discriminated against.

Just be patient.

He told himself this every time.

Just be patient.

"Well"

Suddenly, Freeman heard his wife humming and looked over subconsciously.

I saw the tall police officer standing behind Karin, searching her body closely, with a faint evil smile on his face, and making disgusting little movements with his hands, constantly reaching for places that should not be touched.

Karin pursed her lips tightly and her eyes were full of tears, silently enduring the humiliation.

Freeman clenched his fists and couldn't help but say: "Sir, please respect yourself."

Behind him, the short Sheriff slammed his head against the wall: "What the hell did you say?!"

The tall police officer also showed a joking smile and deliberately raised his hands: "Oh, do you respect yourself? I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hand directly into Karin's clothes and said seriously: "Your husband is very nervous. It sounds like you have some contraband hidden on you?"

Karin swallowed: "You misunderstood, I have nothing on me."

"Really? If you say that, then I have to investigate more carefully. This is responsible for the public safety of Crescent City." After the tall sheriff finished speaking, he put his hand on Karin's neck and reached down, "Things will Won’t you hide here?”

Karin's body trembled like an electric shock and she closed her eyes helplessly.

Freeman's eyes were filled with resentment and his teeth were clenched tightly, but he could only watch his wife being humiliated and could do nothing.

Karin's trembling made the tall sheriff even more interested, and she put her hand down her belly: "Maybe here?"

Karin's breathing was rapid and disordered, and she even started to cry, with tears slowly flowing down her cheeks.

Freeman almost bit his gums to bleed, his eyes were burning with explosive anger, and his clenched fists made a clicking sound.

Seeing his companion teasing Karin, the short Sheriff laughed heartily: "Look at her butt so erect, I bet you a cocktail, there must be contraband hidden in her skirt."

The tall Sheriff showed a look of sudden realization: "Oh~ yes! Why didn't I think of that?"

After he finished speaking, he slapped her hand, and Karin's cries burst out of her throat, whimpering under the other party's ravage.

"That's enough!!!" Finally, Freeman burst out.

After years of suppressed manic depression, coupled with the fact that his wife was humiliated in front of others, the man's self-esteem completely ignited Freeman.

He punched the wall, pointed at the tall sheriff and roared: "Get away from my wife, you bastard!"

The short Sheriff's expression changed, he quickly backed away, and with the gun on his waist he warned: "Put your hand back on the wall, now!"

Freeman touched his heart and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Why are you doing this to us?! We have been in the inner city for 8 years. For 8 years, we haven't even had a violation record!"

"But you still keep pestering us! It's like this every day! Whenever you meet us, you will humiliate and make things difficult for us! Why?!"

The short sheriff drew his pistol and pointed it at Freeman, and his voice became extremely stern: "Put your hands back on the wall! Do it immediately!"

Freeman suddenly pulled off the border nameplate around his neck and asked angrily: "Just because we are border people? Just because we wear this brand and are inferior to others?!"

"You can humiliate me, but you can't humiliate the person I love the most! You are insulting my character! I swear! I will go to the General Bureau of Public Security to file a complaint against you!"

The short Sheriff turned off the safety and his face became grim: "Put your hands back on the wall! This is the last warning!"

Karin also cried: "Please! Freeman! Do as he says!"

At this moment, a sly smile appeared on the tall Sheriff's face. He deliberately grabbed Karin's hair, looked at Freeman provocatively, and took a breath of hair fragrance on the back of her head.

This move made Freeman completely lose control of his emotions, and he slammed the border nameplate over: "Let her go! You bastard!"

"Bang bang bang bang—" The short police officer immediately pulled the trigger, and the gunshot rang out.

Amid Karin's screams of collapse, freeman's body erupted with blood flowers, and his whole body trembled.

The Crescent City Public Security Bureau has training regulations. Once you choose to shoot during a mission, it does not mean that you will stop when the opponent loses the ability to move, but that you must completely empty the magazine.

After Freeman fell to the ground, the short sheriff continued to fire, emptying all 16 bullets in the Crescent Shield pistol before stopping.

He was beaten until his body was covered with bloody holes, and he was trembling without moving.

"Ah!!! You devils!!!" Karin pushed the tall sheriff and kept scratching his face with her nails.

The tall sheriff quickly dodged, pulled out his gun and warned sternly: "Hold your head with your hands, kneel down on the ground! Immediately! Otherwise I have the right to shoot you to death for assaulting a public official!"

The death of her husband caused Karin to lose her mind and rush towards her screaming.

"Bang bang bang bang -" The tall police officer immediately fired, emptying the magazine as well, leaving the woman riddled with holes and falling to the ground motionless.

The bodies of the two couples were slumped forward and backward, with blood flowing all over the floor.

The smoke slowly dissipated, and both sheriffs spat on the ground.

The short Sheriff opened the communicator and reported: "The T-619 team reported that we encountered resistance when interrogating two border people at the intersection of Huoyao Road and Xingyue Road in the Hubin Business District. We have counterattacked according to the handling regulations. The two suspects Shot to death.”

Communicator: "T-619, support will arrive in 10 minutes. Please protect the scene."

Short Sheriff: "Copy that."

The unusual situation here quickly attracted the attention of passers-by. Everyone gathered nearby, whispering and pointing.

"What's going on? Two more people died."

"The two people were being questioned, but then they suddenly started to curse for some reason, and the sheriff opened fire."

"Shoot after just swearing? The Public Security Bureau is really going too far!"

"Isn't that what the Sheriff does to border people? He empties his magazine at the slightest disagreement."

"Oh, it was a border dog that died, so it's okay. What a death!"

"Haha, how many of the border dogs are clean? Nine out of ten will be shot, and all will slip through the net."

"That's right, the environment in the inner city is polluted by this group of garbage. The dead lights in the stinky border areas are the best."

As the onlookers laughed and laughed at him, 8-year-old Reggie stood there blankly, with tears on his face but he didn't know it.

The parents who were coaxing him to sleep and calling him baby just yesterday turned into two bloody corpses.

Not long after, support troops from the Public Security Bureau arrived.

Knowing that the deceased was a border person, the support team did not ask for too many details. They only took simple photos of the traces to collect evidence, and then began to clean up the scene.

The two police officers who fired the shots were communicating with their companions. They told the whole process of killing the two "suspects" in an emotional voice. Their companions laughed heartily from time to time.

Some people in the crowd looked on with cold eyes, while others made sarcastic remarks. They gradually dispersed, and no one cared about this farce anymore.

Nothing to care about.

This is just something that happens every day.

It's almost night now, the sun has completely sunk into the horizon, and the last red ray of sunset on the horizon has disappeared, turning into rich darkness.

During the entire evidence collection process at the Sheriff's Department, no one cared about Reggie. No one even went up to ask this border kid a word, and just let him watch his parents being put into body bags.

When the zipper of the body bag was closed, something seemed to collapse in Reggie's eyes, while another thing was growing spontaneously.

That's something an 8-year-old shouldn't have

Hatred.

Hatred of inner city people.

【at the same time】

[Patrol Station in the middle section of Area M17, Rusty Wall, Crescent City]

It's October now, already the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the nights are a bit cold.

After the sun sets, twilight engulfs the sky. There is no moon or stars in the night sky tonight, and everything as far as the eye can see is pitch black.

The soldiers at the patrol station in the middle of the M17 area were on duty. They had not been told to change clothes by their superiors, so they could only stand in the cold wind in their summer uniforms.

Fortunately, the management of the city defense duty post is not so strict, and many people have brought portable heating bags. They hold the warm heating bags and walk back and forth on the rusty wall, silently looking into the distance, just like yesterday, just like countless nights before. .

Don't think this job is hard.

Patrolling the Rusty Wall was a sweet job, with little work to do.

Because it is impossible for thugs in the border area to attack a rusty wall dozens of meters high and made of mechanical structure from the front.

Ignorant thugs once tried it, but the result was that they were blown to pieces by the automatic close-defense turret on the rusty wall. The bullet marks still remain on the ground to this day.

The ones who are really tired are the underground patrol soldiers. They have to endure the filthy air and spend a whole night in the maze-like network of sewer pipes, searching for those border people who are like rats trying to "smuggle" into the inner city.

The sewers of Crescent City are too big and complicated. Even if the patrol soldiers stay up all night and patrol intensively, it will be difficult to catch all the rats.

If you encounter fierce thugs, you will have to chase and fight them in the sewage, and sometimes you will be injured or sacrificed.

Although it is hot in summer and cold in winter while patrolling the rust wall, you can leisurely gaze at the night and chat with your companions.

If the military police are not around, you can even take a nap against the wall. When you wake up, you will receive another day's salary. There is nothing happier than this.

No, a slick veteran woke up with a yawn. He looked at his fellow recruits not far away and said lazily: "I've had enough sleep, why don't you come and take a nap too?"

The recruit smiled: "I slept very well yesterday, I wasn't sleepy."

"Young people are energetic." The veteran stretched and stood up, turning around to look at the bustling inner city. "At normal times, I should be dancing in a bar with my arms around a girl's waist. These days are really hard."

The recruit looked at the border area on the other side of the rusty wall. There were no high-rise buildings there, but there were still neon lights. A blue-purple halo flowed across a large block, all of which were the bright lights emitted by the signs of bars and discos.

He sighed and said, "Even the rats on the border have a nightlife. The two of us should be the most miserable people in Crescent City. When all these rats die one day, we will no longer have to be on duty."

The veteran showed a mysterious smile: "Mouse is as good as mice, but you don't know how cheap these mice are. I once made an appointment with a mother from the border, and sold it to get money for milk powder for her child. What a figure she has."

The veteran drew two reverse S's in mid-air with his hands, and said with a lewd smile: "It's not an exaggeration, it's true! Guess how much it is? You can win it for 200 in one night!"

The recruit was surprised and envious: "So cheap? Just 200?"

The veteran laughed and said: "200 is a sky-high price for these mice! You haven't seen that she is grateful to me and accepts any gameplay I propose."

"So, you said you hope all these rats will die? Then I won't agree. I hope the border will exist forever~"

Suddenly, the recruit remembered the saying that had been circulating in Crescent City for a long time, and he slowly read it out: "The border is a hell for the people in the border, and the border is a paradise for the people in the inner city."

The veteran put his arm around his shoulders and looked at the night scene on the border with a smile: "Yes, and we are in heaven."

The two of them laughed and chatted, and the night seemed not so long.

Just as the two of them were chatting passionately about dirty jokes, the "rumbling" sound of the engine came faintly from the distance.

The rays of the high-beam headlights tore through the darkness, intertwining in chaos, like long dragons running through the night.

I saw a few heavy motorcycles coming from the end of the street and parked a hundred meters away from the rusty wall.

There is a suspended laser cordon, symbolizing the fire identification zone of the Rust Wall defense system.

The veteran picked up his binoculars and looked at the motorcyclists. When he saw the red wolf head patterns embroidered on their clothes, he muttered: "Wolf attack people."

The recruit frowned and asked, "Do you want to sound the alarm?"

The veteran sneered: "What a fart alarm, these idle thugs often come to ride near the rusty wall, and sometimes spit at us."

"Let these rubbish make trouble, they won't have the guts to enter the fire identification zone anyway."

The words of the veteran came true. None of the motorcyclists who attacked the wolf crossed the laser cordon. They just parked their cars in a safe area and smoked cigarettes.

The veteran said in a mocking tone: "You see, this group of rubbish can only play tricks on the border. The crow's nest, the wolf attack, and the bullshit king of the border are just the mice's own entertainment."

"rumble--"

As soon as the veteran finished speaking, there was another roaring engine sound, this time it was thicker and denser.

Another motorcycle team belonging to the Wolf Raid appeared and joined the companions who had arrived earlier. They also stopped outside the fire identification area and silently looked at the rusty wall.

"Rumble--"

The sound of engines continued, more and more motorcycles appeared, and more and more members of the Wolf Attack came to the scene. From a distance, there were high beams crisscrossing each other, and the dark streets were illuminated as bright as day.

The wolf attack thugs were all looking at the rusty wall, because they were too far away to see the details, but the dense formation still brought a sense of oppression.

"Um" The recruit was inexperienced and asked tentatively, "Is it common for so many thugs to gather outside the rusty wall?"

The veteran squinted his eyes and his expression rarely became serious: "No, this scale is not common, and I have never seen these people do what they want?"

Recruit: "How about asking the command center?"

The veteran thought for a moment, nodded, and turned on the communicator: "Rusty Wall Command Center, this is the patrol station in the middle of the M17 area. Our station observed a large number of thugs gathering, and it was visually identified that they were all members of the Wolf Attack. Do you want to disperse them?"

Communicator: "Patrol station in the middle of area M17, has the other party entered the fire identification area?"

Veteran: "No, they are all outside the fire identification zone."

Communicator: "It's time you re-read Rule 7 of Chapter 2 of the Rusty Wall Patrol Manual, soldier."

The communicator hung up unilaterally.

The veteran suddenly felt embarrassed and regretted why he listened to the newcomer. It was really unnecessary.

Guideline 7 in Chapter 2 of the Rusty Wall Patrol Manual is simple.

The general meaning is - don't give a damn about things outside the fire identification zone.

The purpose of the rust wall is to isolate the border and protect the inner city, nothing more.

If there are border people who trespass into the fire identification area, they can be driven away or killed according to the situation on the scene.

As for things outside the fire identification zone, no matter what the thugs are doing there, whether they are swearing, provoking, or gathering, just ignore them.

Even if the two groups fought with heavy weapons and the blood flowed, it had nothing to do with the patrol soldiers - unless those thugs fired bullets into the rusty wall.

I hope the phone call didn't leave a bad impression on the commander. The veteran thought.

Just when the veteran was worried about his future, the recruit holding the telescope suddenly asked: "Hey, who is that tall woman in black?"

The veteran picked up the binoculars and looked over, and soon found the person the recruit was talking about.

That person was too conspicuous in the wolf attack team. She was very tall, taller than many of the male thugs present. She was wearing a long black leather windbreaker with a wolf-like mane on the edge of the collar.

The long black hair spread out like splashing ink, and the dark purple eyes kept flashing coldly under the illumination of the surrounding car lights, reflecting the wolf-like light.

Wherever the woman passed, the wolf-attacking thugs gave way one after another, as if being pushed away by an invisible hand.

"Fuck!" The veteran's expression changed, "It's the Wolf King!"