Budi was not subject to physical restrictions. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. How comfortable was it to be able to take a sip of wine in a cold cell in winter? His body immediately became warm, and the chill in his body had long since been dissipated without a trace. In Willis, there is basically no market for fruit wine, and only high-quality wine is a necessity in people’s lives!
The police chief's smile was a little cold. He slapped his hand on the table and stared at Budi fiercely. "You mean we are not friends?"
Budi grabbed a handful of minced fish and threw it 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!"
The next second, the police chief overturned the table, and the food and wine on the table fell on Budi's hair, face, and body. He kicked 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 to be rough!"
This is not the police chief's nonsense. He really doesn't like to sentence prisoners. He is a local and has lived here for more than 40 years. Willis City may be considered big or small. The people he caught knew him, or knew members of his family. No matter how bad it is, the suspect's family or relatives know him or his family members, and there will be no way to avoid favors when going back and forth. So if he can't do it, he should try not to do it. This has given him a good reputation in the local area.
Over time, people have understood his character clearly. He can just apologize and make amends for small things, and compensate the victim for his losses.
But this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a “brutal” side. If he does police work, he won’t be able to become the police chief if he doesn’t have the power to intimidate him
Seeing that Buddy was silent, he immediately took off the baton from his waist and hit Buddy's injured arm hard. The blow from the stick was so real that Budi felt that his arm, which had been damaged to the bone, should be broken. He gritted his teeth and resisted the severe pain, and his eyes became a little grim. He did not speak, but instead bared his teeth in a twisted smile, gasping for air, and blood foam continued to spurt out of his mouth as he breathed.
Several of his gums were broken, and the pain from the fracture was unimaginable. Seeing that the arm that had been hit by the police chief began to swell and ache, he didn't care at all. The muscles on his face began to tremble slightly, and it took him a while before he uttered a sentence, "Kill me if you can. Come on, right here. If you don't kill me today, I will only look down on you!", he remembered. The letter Dulin gave him.
He didn't know how to read, but he had a young man who knew how to read. When the young man read what Dulin had written, his whole body was shaking! He even memorized this content, which was a very difficult task for a man in his forties who had never been to school. But he recited it smoothly, and at this moment, this 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, one can gain respect and even fear from others. The Guarts have been silent for too long. We need blood, death, and blood. Today we can choose to continue living as we did before, but what about our children? What about our descendants? When generations after generations choose to surrender, we will eventually lose our proud past.
And all the shame we endure today will become their "past" and their "habit", making them think that surviving on their knees is all the Guart people have. If the descendants of the ancestors and gods are to bear all this for generations, then please let me, you, and more Guart people who are determined to change all this be the pioneers, use our blood, use our Death comes to water this flower called resistance and let it bloom with beautiful brilliance.
One day, people will stand in front of our graves, point to our tombstones and tell their children that a long time ago, there were some people who used their blood and tenacity to fight for fairness, happiness, and take back everything that belongs to us. A belief called equality.
And this is the purpose of everything we do, so that all people of the same race can live equally in this world. There will be no more discrimination and no more humiliation. We will bathe in the sunshine until eternity!
At this time, Buddy's eyes began to turn red, like an injured coyote trapped somewhere by a hunter. An indescribable wildness filled Buddy's eyes. He didn't resist or struggle, he just stared at the police chief, "Come on, kill me, if you dare, shoot here!" He tapped his eyebrows with his finger, "Come on, hurry up Point, I can’t wait any longer. The late kings and gods are already calling me to return to the place where heroes come to satisfy me!”
He almost shouted the last three words. Seeing the police chief's somewhat flinching eyes, Budi spat a mouthful of bloody spit on the police chief. His sarcastic smile stung the police chief's heart, and he threw it away. He pulled out a pistol with a baton and pointed the butt of the gun at Budi's head. The sharp tip of the butt pierced the skin on Budi's forehead, and blood immediately flowed out.
He put the muzzle of the gun against Buddy's head and also roared, "Asshole, do you think I dare not?"
Budi had a look of ridicule on his face, and he suddenly realized that after he hardened up, even the police chief chose to give in. This made him understand where Dulin's courage came from. People are afraid of fearless things, but some sacrifices are meaningful and some sacrifices are meaningless. When a person dies for an ideal, arouses the anger of his fellow citizens through his own sacrifice, and removes the shackles in their hearts, then such a death is sacred.
The Ogdin people are far from being as great and determined as they think!
A smile appeared on his face, as if he were on a pilgrimage, and the wrinkles on his face softened. He hummed the war song of the late king and slowly closed his eyes.
Seeing Budi like this, the police chief suddenly realized something. He withdrew his pistol, inserted it into the holster, released his feet, straightened his clothes and ended the inquiry hastily. As he left, That's when he dropped the word "crazy."
are you crazy
Perhaps, as he closed the door to the holding cell, the police chief heard Budi's off-key laughter. The corners of his eyes twitched, and the problem seemed to be getting more troublesome! He realized that Buddy might be more than just a new moonshine agent. There must be something else going on that he didn't know about.
He was timid at that moment, knowing that as long as he pulled the trigger, the old guy Buddy would be finished. But he also realized that Budi may not be the only one who is crazy...
This made his scalp tingle!
What a damn bastard!
Three days later, the assassination seemed to have stopped, as if it had never happened. The gunshots that often appeared in the streets during this period were no longer heard. People returned to the streets and discussed the recent events.
But for everything, someone needs to make an explanation. Several unimportant members of the Mountain Wolf Gang cried and shouted that they wanted to go to jail. The police chief arrested them and placed the charges on them. When the city hall asked him what he meant, he was silent for a while and then smiled helplessly. Perhaps, the world was going to change.
On the day Budi left the police station, there were more than a dozen cars parked in front of the police station. Many young Guarts looked at Budi with burning eyes like the heroes who greeted them. Budi smiled and walked down the steps. When he was about to go back, he raised his head and glanced at the eastmost window on the third floor of the police station. The police chief flashed past the window.
The Guarts won this battle, and Budi also understood what Dulin said. If you don't fight, why should others give you respect and equality? If you give up your dignity, you have to pick it up with your own hands!
More than a dozen cars left the door of the police station at the same time. What Budi didn't know was that during the time he was in the detention room, Dulin frantically raided all the people related to the Shanlang Gang, almost killing Shanlang. Help them all and kill them all. And it was his approach that aroused the yearning and passion of more young people in Guart. When they walk on the street, they can already feel that the eyes of people looking at them no longer contain a look of disdain, contempt and contempt, but a look of fear!
Someone asked Dulin, is this good
Du Lin's answer is simple, would you rather let others spurn your dignity and slap you, or would you rather have them fear you deeply even if they hate you in their hearts
The man thought for a moment and chose the latter.
This is not a choice of one person, but a choice of a race.
If you cannot accept us as equals, then hate us with hatred and fear us!
Brave warriors will never gain respect from others with words. Only the scalps hanging on their belts and the blood belonging to others on their bodies can make them cheered!
Back in the basement, Dulin called a doctor because there was obviously something wrong with Budi's arm and more blood was oozing out.
When the doctor examined Budi, Budi didn't care at all and even talked and laughed with Dulin. He glanced at his already numb arm, looked at the compatriots with concerned eyes around him, and said with a smile: "I exchanged one arm for everything today. I think it is worth it. I once thought that I should I exchanged all this for something more important, but you did too good a job and didn’t give me this chance.”
"If I really do that, do you think I will become an immortal legend like those brave heroes under the late king?"
Du Lin nodded vigorously, "Yes, we all can!"
(End of chapter)