Shadow Empire

Chapter 907 Gunshots in the City
On the street, several young men were looting things from a simple shop.

The shop owner was knocked to the ground by them. He wanted to stop them but didn't dare to raise his hand. He could only crawl on the ground and beg them not to take any more.

But his pleading not only did not have any effect, but passers-by kept joining in.

Pedro just stood on the side of the road and watched for less than a minute before three or four groups of people came.

They rushed in, packed everything they could into the food bags they carried with them, and then left quickly.

No one cared about the boss who was lying on the ground with blood on his face, and no one paid attention to his pleas.

At this moment, his plea did not seem like a pause to stop everything, but rather like the devil's whisper urging people to act faster!

The evil from the bottom of people's hearts was completely released at this moment.

"Let's go." He shook his head and continued to move forward. Saen and his companions followed closely behind him.

Sane took two steps after him, "You want to help?"

"If you want to do something, we can help."

There were actually quite a few people on their side, and those people who were creating chaos around them had no intention of targeting them, so Sane had the confidence to say this.

Pedro shook his head. “We can help one person, we can help two people, but we can’t help everyone.”

The current situation is in a "chaotic" period, just like the cases Lance mentioned -

The working class won victory through strikes and demonstrations, and then some people began to abuse this power.

They go on strike at every turn to try to force the capitalists to compromise with them, but the end result is that the capitalists replace a group of employees.

“When people discover that they have power beyond their imagination, their first thought is not to restrain their behavior, but to indulge themselves.”

“The labor federation was not created in the midst of chaos, but after it.”

"Chaos will bring absolute destruction, not only to others but also to oneself."

Pedro remembered these words firmly. The more clearly he remembered, the more he could feel that everything that happened here was a microcosm of the stories Lance told.

They entered the city through violence, and they believed that violence was the ticket to success, but they did not understand that their current violence was nothing in the face of the suppression of the ruling class.

Pedro, who had received higher education, knew very well that the stability of a regime was definitely not due to kindness, but to the troops who were loyal to the ruling group.

These people are just ordinary people after all. They are no match for the army, and their fate seems foreseeable.

"Do you believe me?"

Pedro asked.

Sane smiled and nodded, "At least you are smarter than us."

He didn't say whether he believed it or not, but he also expressed his attitude. Pedro could feel the unspoken meaning behind his words.

Whether to believe him depends on his subsequent performance.

Pedro stopped and watched the riots continue to spread. More people began to pour into the city and join in the looting and burning. He had a clearer foresight.

This "demonstration" will fail.

"It's too chaotic." He looked around and his eyes fell on Saan. "There is no purpose for building a robbery and burning. Apart from creating chaos, they can't play any role."

At this moment he had a feeling that if he were the ruler and he knew the behavior of these people, he would not be nervous.

Without purpose or unity, these people will not cause any substantial trouble to the rule.

He shook his head. "Look at the locals, the shop owners who were robbed. What do you see from their expressions and eyes?"

After observing, Sarn and the others said one word, "Hate!"

"Yes, hatred." Pedro repeated the word again, "They hate these people. The ruling class hates these people. From the beginning, they have separated themselves from the lower classes."

"We are victims. We came here to seek help and food to solve our plight."

"But look at what they did. They didn't come to tell the government what we need. They just came to cause destruction!"

"And this will only lead them to failure."

"They don't know their purpose here, and they don't know how to express their demands. They are like a pile of loose sand, and they will be scattered all over the ground without the wind."

Pedro looked at Sane and said, "We need more people, more controllable and obedient people to join us."

"We don't want this kind of people. We need people who can abide by the rules and obey orders."

"We must unite, and only by uniting can we perhaps get what we want."

"I heard a sentence that inspired and shocked me a lot, and today I will tell it to you."

"The power of unity is like steel, or even stronger than steel!"

"It is the most powerful weapon in the world, capable of crushing all injustices!"

There was a gleam in his eyes that was a little dazzling to Sane, but he didn't mind. He wanted to get closer to the light.

It seemed that as long as he got close to the lights, he would be illuminated and warmed by them.

"I have a feeling that the days ahead are going to get worse and worse."

"It's not just our area that is short of food, the whole of Lapa is short of food, and if some people take the opportunity to hoard food and intend to sell it at a high price."

“People will find it increasingly difficult to survive.”

"What happens when people can no longer afford to live?" he asked Sane and those around Sane.

They looked at each other but didn't come to any conclusion.

Pedro whispered, "When people can't afford to live, they will fight for their lives!"

"Since we are going to die anyway, why not give it a try?"

Sane didn't know what Pedro meant by these words. Was he trying to say something?
But Sane was tactful and didn't ask. He just listened to Pedro's words.

This is actually a good thing, just like your arms should not compete with the brain for control of the body. If you insist on doing things that you shouldn’t do, it will only make an already troublesome situation even more troublesome!
Sane saw something in Pedro that others couldn't see. He felt... he didn't know how to describe it, he felt that Pedro had a "leadership style."

He was the first to stand out from the crowd, the first to face the police, and the first to resist people's miserable lives!
He is a warrior, a true warrior.

He is also a leader, a charismatic leader.

He trusted Pedro to take them where they wanted to go, whether it was to fill their stomachs or something else.

"Some people from our hometown have come here. I'll go see if I can contact them..."

Sarn paused at this point and asked in a slightly uneasy and trembling voice, "Will it really get worse?"

Pedro did not answer with words, but nodded slowly.

Serious and full of affirmation.

Pedro and his companions did not continue to move towards the city center, but stayed in a relatively outer area of ​​the city.

Here they found some grocery stores and obtained some provisions.

When people's food pockets were filled with food again, everyone's emotions visibly stabilized. After eating some food, Sane began to contact other people.

At this time, the police chief drove to the place where the largest number of "invaders" were, and a large number of people entered the city from the northern highway.

They wantonly destroyed shops in the city and beat up passers-by. They were like a dark cloud that covered everything they passed by.

They seemed to have forgotten that the purpose of their coming here from other places was to seek food and to survive.

But now, what they are doing is completely different from what they originally wanted to do!

Robbery, injury, plunder, they are becoming the people they once hated the most, but no one noticed it. When a large number of police appeared on the streets, although they suppressed some people who were breaking the law and committing crimes, they did not bring them too much pressure!
Because not long ago, these people, these ordinary people, completed their first resistance and their first awakening!
At this time, they saw more policemen. Instead of being afraid, some of them looked eager to try.

They want to continue to challenge these police who represent the stable ruling order and the bottom-level ruling power of the ruling group!
The two sides soon and naturally began to gather and confront each other.

The entire street was completely occupied by police and refugees who had just entered the city, and their numbers kept increasing.

A large number of policemen stood on the road holding batons and rattan shields woven from dried vines, forming a solid wall.

Behind them, local residents who once disliked the police and even secretly cursed them discovered for the first time that the police were so lovable.

Some of them also cheered the police, hoping that they could contain the crazy refugees.

As the two "torrents" continued to increase in "thickness", they began to touch each other.

The police kept waving their batons to warn those who tried to approach them to stay away and stay calm!

And those refugees also seem to be looking for opportunities.

The escalation of conflict only takes a moment!

The police chief was watching all this in a car in the distance, and he had no intention of stopping it.

If a policeman stops a criminal from committing a crime, then in the eyes of the bigwigs, the policeman has not really played his role.

Only by waiting for these people to commit crimes and cause damage, and then catching them, can the meaning and value of the police's existence be reflected.

Some senior police officers in the police force were standing around the car the chief was riding in. Some of them had playful expressions, while others showed some uneasiness.

They are waiting, waiting for the situation to escalate further.

In such emotionally charged situations, conflicts can escalate without anyone even having to do anything.

As a guy was pushed to the front of the crowd, he pushed the policeman in front of him hard, driven by the courage that had defeated the policeman not long ago.

The policeman staggered back after being pushed by him. Before this guy could even smile, the police officer next to the policeman who was pushed back by him immediately swung his baton at his head.

Maybe in the past, they wouldn't aim so hard at vital parts, like the head.

But the situation is different now. The police will kill with every strike.

Everything was like a splash of water dropped into boiling hot oil, and in an instant the whole pot exploded!

At this moment, those who were fighting with the police had no other thoughts in their minds. Their only thought was to defeat these police again.

Food, or anything else, has been forgotten by them.

There were some reporters at the scene, and as the conflict began to escalate, they continued to take pictures.

The police chief felt that these people should not be allowed to take pictures, but since the president didn't say anything, he naturally had no right to express any other opinions.

Watching the two sides becoming increasingly entangled, you are in me and I am in you.

The police chief nodded slightly, and at his instruction, an officer opened his holster, pulled out a pistol imported from the federal government, and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

With a gunshot, the chaotic street suddenly became quiet.

The people who were fighting stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

A young man in his twenties stared with wide eyes at the police officer standing on the roof of a car in the distance, looking at the pistol in his hand that was still smoking.

The next second, a police baton hit him hard on the head, and he fell to the ground with his head in his hands while screaming.

The policeman in front of him was unwilling to turn him over. He cursed at him with dirty words, bent over and kept hitting the other person with the baton in his hand.

At this moment, the situation that was originally going back and forth with the police suddenly tilted!
Just as the officer, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, had not yet jumped off the roof of the car, another gunshot rang out.

The police officer standing on the roof of the car fell down directly, and the actions of everyone on the street were paused by the gunshot.

As they watched the police officer get shot in the chest and fall off the roof of the car, the refugees who were being suppressed suddenly launched a fierce counterattack, catching the police off guard.

Not only were the police caught off guard, but the police chief was also a little unprepared.

He covered his head in disbelief. He had just stood up and hit his head on the roof of the car.

At this moment, there was no longer any calmness in his eyes, only endless panic!

"How do they have guns?"

"Has the mafia also joined this operation?"

He was very flustered and asked the police officers around him.

But how could these police officers who were squatting down and holding the car windows know? They could only squat there.

The situation took a dramatic turn, and another policeman couldn't help but draw his pistol, but at the moment he drew his pistol, a bullet hit him.

He fell to the ground without even firing a shot.

A refugee not far from him suddenly rushed over, took the gun from his hand, and pulled the trigger at the police officer who was closest to him and had a shocked face...

Fierce gunfire broke out in the city, which had never happened since the establishment of Lapa.

Diego in the Presidential Palace stood up suddenly, staggered to the window, and looked towards the city, but saw nothing.

All that could be seen were columns of smoke rising from the city in the distance.

Such fierce gunfire did not sound like a one-sided "massacre". He glanced at the butler and said, "Let the army protect the presidential palace and ask what happened."

The news was quickly gathered, and the police chief led his men to directly block the refugees from entering the core area of ​​the city, and a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.

During this process, a police officer drew his gun and warned others, but to everyone's surprise, he was shot and killed.

It is possible that someone among the refugees opened fire, and then the police began to return fire, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Diego knew that there were privately manufactured weapons among the people of Lapa.

He couldn't stop these things from happening. There were a lot of pristine forests here, and some people would make their own weapons and go into the forest to hunt, which was also one of the sources of meat for the lower-class people.

At the same time, they also have to fight against attacks from wild beasts, especially in some villages and towns close to the primitive jungle.

Wild beasts often rush out to prey on people's livestock, livestock, and even humans themselves.

So Diego and the ministers knew about the existence of private arms workshops in the private sector, but they did not investigate further.

A homemade weapon can only be used for hunting at most. The addition of some unprofessional and unadvanced weapons will not affect the entire country's regime.

In fact, this is true. After so many years, no one has been seen using these homemade weapons to rebel.

But today, things are a little different.

Diego didn't say anything, but just sat there with a gloomy face. For the first time, he felt that there seemed to be a possibility that his regime might be shaken!
The gunfire in the city continued, but the intensity was obviously not as high as before.

The police chief drove away immediately, the police were completely defeated, and more people began to pour into the city with more violent emotions!
The local residents who had just opened their windows to cheer for the police became the first targets of their venting!

Now these refugees are stronger because they hold the truth in their hands!

Most of the city was in chaos.

The few telephones in the entire city were all busy at this time, and Diego was constantly harassed by calls. Some people asked him what had happened and what measures the Presidential Palace had taken.

Although he was very impatient, he still explained one by one.

He is not a qualified president. He has not been able to help his people achieve a prosperous life like the Czech Republic.

But he is a qualified ruler and he knows how to maintain his rule properly.

Especially at times like this, we must take care of the privileged class and the ruling group and prevent them from standing on the side of the refugees and causing further deterioration of the situation!
(End of this chapter)