Shadow Empire

Chapter 906 Entering the City
goodong...

Gudong!

My heart has never beat so violently!
A police officer stared with eyes wide open in disbelief at the guy who was trying to snatch the baton from his hand. For a moment, his brain lost the ability to think!

It was like a lamb to be slaughtered suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and the upper and lower levels of the food chain were reversed. It was all so incredible!
Whether it was the police or the people who attacked the police, their pulses were going crazy!

“Send Q!”

Before the policeman could react, a fist hit him on the bridge of his nose accompanied by a curse.

His nose was hit hard, and the sour feeling and hot current produced in an instant made him subconsciously loosen the baton in his hand. Then the person who took it away swung the baton high and hit the police officer's head hard.

At that moment, he finally understood how those people he beat with a stick felt.

The whole world seemed to be spinning, and he couldn't even stand steadily. Almost subconsciously, he bent down, bent his legs, stuck out his butt, and spread his arms to lower his center of gravity in an attempt to stand steadily.

But the world kept spinning, and even though no one was around to touch him, he eventually staggered and fell to the ground.

Just one hit with a stick caused some problems with his balance, which might require some time of treatment to recover. However, it was obvious that these people had no intention of giving him time to recover.

Soon, fists, shoe soles, and all kinds of things were concentrated on his body, and the police officer could only curl up with his head in his hands!
He wanted to shout for help, but the soles of his shoes falling like raindrops didn't give him the chance to shout, and he also knew that shouting might not be of any use.

He could only protect himself as best he could, but it was of no use. Someone jumped up and stepped hard on him, and he felt his ribs were broken.

The severe pain made it difficult for him to breathe and was accompanied by an urge to vomit.

The next second, he suddenly vomited and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But the people around him didn't seem to intend to let him go, and their eyes, looking outside through the gap between their arms, were filled with despair.

And regret.

Maybe he regretted hitting someone, maybe he regretted coming here today, maybe he regretted many things.

But regret cannot change what is going to happen.

The people who were attacking him at this moment were filled with disbelief. They looked at the people around them. The police, whom they once thought were invincible, were now like a beaten and crying child at their feet!
In an instant, a force was injected into their bodies from under their feet. They turned out to be much stronger than they had imagined!
With blood boiling, a young man took two steps forward and kicked a football, hitting the police officer in the waist and abdomen, but the police officer's reaction was not strong as he had fallen into a coma.

The perpetrators ultimately became the only ones hurt in this conflict, while those who had been at the bottom and were exploited and oppressed now became the perpetrators.

Their identities were reversed at this moment!

Pedro helped the woman up in the chaos. Looking at the crowd around him that was in complete chaos, he wanted to say something, but then he realized that now was not the right time.

The woman was helped up by Pedro. She thanked him gratefully. Pedro shook his head and said, "Take care of yourself, then you can take care of your child. Don't take risks next time."

"If you die, there will be no one to take care of your children like you do."

"If you want to protect him, you have to protect yourself"

The woman thanked him profusely, but Pedro just smiled and said, "I have to go now, I also need to get some food and take care of myself!"

After he said that, he turned around and walked towards the city with his wife and children. They also wanted to go into the city to find some food.

After walking a few steps, he stopped.

He found that some people came to him on their own initiative.

He hid his wife and children behind him cautiously. His action immediately made the group of people approaching them stop.

One of them, a middle-aged man in his thirties, stood up and said, "We... want to act together with you."

Pedro did not completely trust him and still looked at him with suspicion and vigilance. The middle-aged man had to continue explaining, "We are from the same place. Just now we saw you were the first to stand up, and we thought you were a hero."

"Besides...", the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, "We are all illiterate, and you look..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Pedro knew what he was trying to say.

His dress makes him look like an intellectual. Many people tend to seek help from knowledgeable people when faced with problems. At least they have much more knowledge than illiterate people.

With a reasonable explanation, the dangerous expressions of these people instantly softened. Although he did not completely relax his vigilance, he still smiled and stretched out his hand, "Pedro."

These people shook hands with him one by one and introduced themselves.

For some reason, Pedro had a feeling that this group of people were his "team".

They began to walk in a group towards the city. These people also brought some women or children. The leader was a middle-aged man named San. Their village was actually not far from the city where Pedro lived, only thirty or forty kilometers away.

If this distance is placed in some big cities, it can be said that they are in the same place.

The close location also made Pedro closer to them.

"The situation in the village is very bad. We have been out of food for many days."

Sarn's expression was a little serious. "They dug out all the potatoes. Some people were poisoned, but in order not to starve, people still found a way to swallow them all."

After they dug out the fully grown parts of the potatoes that had sprouted and started to grow, they put the rest into boiling water and boiled them.

After cooking it until it is completely mushy, eat it like soup.

After long-term high-temperature cooking, solanine will be partially destroyed, but not completely.

Some people are fine after eating it, but some people get poisoned after eating it. In fact, this is directly related to the cooking temperature.

But people in the countryside don’t know this. They just steam and cook it instinctively, and as to whether they will be poisoned or not, they can only leave it to fate.

Sane is said to have said that some people also mixed in a lot of grass leaves and some soil to reduce the content of the mashed potatoes and reduce the risk of poisoning.

In short, most of the edible things in the fields near the village have been eaten, and they are so hungry that they can only try their luck in Zhuolan.

Everyone’s situation is basically the same. If they weren’t extremely hungry, who would be willing to come to Zhuolan?
Pedro walked with them outside, leaving the women and children in the middle.

As they walked, San asked, "Pedro, do you think we can find food in Zoran?"

Pedro was silent for a moment, "I don't know."

He glanced at the people around him who were younger than him, and his eyes were also a little confused. "I don't know if the president and the ministers have discovered these problems, and I don't know if they have considered how to solve this problem."

"The best way is to mobilize some of the stored food, so that people can have something to eat as soon as possible, and then catch those who took the opportunity to hoard food."

"Although our food reserves are low, we should be able to get through this difficult time."

"If the president and our ministers don't mess around."

He didn't say it completely, but at the same time he conveyed a thought -

The problem can be solved, but the question lies in whether the person who can solve the problem wants to solve it.

Sane and the others didn't quite understand any of this, they just knew that what Pedro said seemed to make some sense.

The roadblocks outside the city were demolished, and a large number of refugees began to enter the city. The police chief saw that the situation was beginning to develop in an uncontrollable direction. He asked the police to block these refugees outside the city as much as possible, and called the Presidential Palace.

Diego enjoying his favorite iced juice.

He specially imported a huge ice machine from the Federation, which served only him and some ministers and provided ice all year round.

Even in winter, Diego needs to drink iced juice with ice cubes.

He was quite fat, and whenever he moved, he felt like there was a fire in his heart, and only iced juice could suppress it.

He had just had a drink when the phone rang, and the strong fruity aroma was still lingering in his mouth.

It wasn't him who answered the phone, it was his housekeeper.

Two minutes later, the butler came to his side, "Master, the chief of the police department called and some refugees are entering the city."

Diego frowned. "Didn't we say that we should block these refugees outside the city?"

"How did this idiot let them in?"

The butler did not explain, it was not his responsibility, he just bent down, then lowered his head, and remained silent. Diego motioned for him to bring the phone over, then picked up the receiver and started to get angry.

"How did you do that?"

"Didn't I say that we shouldn't let these refugees into Zhuolan?"

"They'll mess up this beautiful city, and what will the federals think of me?"

"How do you want people from other Asian countries to see me?"

"Fake!"

“Go solve these problems!”

"Don't let me hear any more bad news about these things until you get it fixed!"

The police chief was afraid that the president would suddenly hang up the phone, so he quickly said, "There are too many of them, Mr. President. We have very limited police officers and it is difficult to control them."

"Moreover, these people have already attacked police officers on the outskirts of the city, and the small number of police officers are unable to control them."

Diego could understand the meaning of his words. Out of control and lack of manpower were all excuses. He had a deeper meaning to express.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

The police chief lowered his voice and said, "I hope... that weapons can be used when necessary."

The police station also has guns, but these guns are locked in cabinets and will only be taken out and distributed to police officers with permission.

Most of the time the police don't need weapons, a baton is enough.

The batons in the hands of many policemen are "treasures" passed down for several generations, just as the president's son is still the president, and the son of a pariah can only be a pariah.

The sons of policemen are still policemen, and they will take over their fathers' jobs, so a good baton is not only a handy tool for them, but also a symbol of status.

In Lapa, there are places and professionals who specialize in making batons for police officers. As long as the batons they make are properly maintained, they can often be passed down for many generations.

In the past, the police officers could solve the problems by taking out their batons, but this time, it didn’t work.

So the police chief asked Diego for permission to shoot.

Shooting is not a trivial matter, Diego was very cautious and did not agree immediately.

“Has the situation gotten this bad?”

The police chief took a deep breath and said, "Sir, there may be more than 100,000 people entering the city, and there are more people rushing in from the surrounding areas. We are under great pressure."

"Zhuolan only has more than 3,000 police officers, and we also have to protect some government departments. There are simply not enough people to solve this matter."

"They have already attacked the police. If the police officers are not equipped with weapons, they are no match for these people."

When Diego heard this, his brows were tightly furrowed. He stood up with the help of the armrest of the chair and staggered back and forth a few steps.

The butler's expression remained serious, as did the two servants in the distance.

Previously, someone couldn't help but smile, so Diego found a reason to get rid of him.

He hated it most when people laughed at the way he walked, and he also knew how ridiculous he looked when he walked unsteadily.

Once upon a time, the director of a circus brought a few penguins for exhibition. Diego had never seen a penguin, so he asked someone to invite the circus to the presidential palace to perform for him alone.

The penguins came on stage as the last act. The moment he saw the penguins staggering out of the boxes, he was certain that the circus leader was making fun of him!
So he fed the leader of the Brazilian group to his lion, and sent the other animals to Zhuolan's zoo.

He cares a lot about other people's attitude towards him, but he is unwilling to lose weight.

"How long will it take us to mobilize the troops into the city?" he asked the butler.

The butler thought for a while and said, "About seven to eight hours."

Lapa's military district is not in Zhuolan, but in the north of Zhuolan. This setting is also to prevent Diego from having no countermeasures in case some ambitious people appear in the army.

But this also gave him a headache now, "I remember there was an army stationed in the city."

The butler nodded and said, "There are only about 500 people. 500 people cannot suppress this riot."

Diego then put the receiver back to his ear, "Okay, go ahead."

"I give you the authority, but I also hope you will let me down."

After he hung up the phone, he called the military district again and said, "Bring your people to Zhuolan. There are some disturbances here that you need to solve."

After hanging up the phone, he sat back in his chair, was stunned for a while, and then poured himself a glass of ice juice.

The ice cubes collided back and forth in the golden wine glass, and the rich fruity aroma filled the entire room in an instant.

Diego actually hadn't realized yet that this was more than just a riot.

In cities farther away, those that cannot reach Zhuolan in a short time, people have begun to head towards the wild.

When hunger begins to run rampant, humans are more like locusts than locusts!
There are also tropical virgin jungles in Lapa. Over the years, they have learned what is edible and what is not edible.

A large number of people left the cities and went into the wild. They stuffed everything they could eat into their mouths or stored it.

People's fear of future hunger will inevitably lead them to continue hoarding food, which is a vicious cycle.

Now they have something to eat, but what if they can't find anything to eat anymore?

Ultimately, their goal will always be only one place, and that is Zhuolan.

In these people's minds, things will definitely get better as long as they arrive in Zhuolan.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. When the disappointment reaches a certain level, they will deny reality.

The entry of "outsiders" made the atmosphere in Zhuolan City a little tense. There were fewer people on the streets, and many people returned to their homes and closed the doors and windows.

The hotel also called Lance, roughly expressing the hope that Lance and his staff could stay in the hotel.

There may be some threats outside now, and the hotel has a security team of about a hundred people.

Although the security team of more than one hundred people seems to be of no use in the current situation, it does give some people a sense of security.

Mador walked up to Lance from a distance and said, "All the police have been dispatched. I heard that they are carrying weapons."

Lance nodded noncommittally, "Don't let these weapons dampen people's enthusiasm."

Madore understood what Lance meant. He nodded, turned around and left to arrange the task.

The police chief also left the police station by car at this time. This time he wanted to do something good!

He must demonstrate his value and importance so that the President and ministers will continue to entrust him with important tasks.

He has wanted to expand the police department's staff many times.

As the capital of Lapa, Zhuolan has a population of hundreds of thousands, but only 3,000 police officers, which is obviously too few.

For a police chief, the more police officers there are, the more power he has and the more benefits he can gain from them.

Every time he brought up this matter in the past, his superiors would refuse to recruit more police officers on the grounds that it was "unnecessary".

The Lapa people are too honest and basically will not resist. Even if there are gangsters and troublemakers, they are only a minority.

This is an opportunity, an opportunity to show off in front of the masters, and he already has some plans.

The refugees pouring into the city at this time became somewhat different from the past because of the attacks on the police, and they became more aggressive.

As Pedro walked along, he saw some people attacking roadside shops, looting, smashing and burning them. They were acting like crazy.

He didn't quite understand, but seemed to understand a little bit.

Without anyone to guide them, these people will become "bad elements"!
(End of this chapter)