The next morning, outside the office compound of the Material Control Department, the man surnamed Xu was sitting in his car eating a hamburger. He asked the henchman behind him, "Hey, did Erbao call you today?"
"No, we fought last night. Didn't he say that Xiao Yucheng's son was dead?"
"Damn it, he also called me last night, but then he lost contact and I can't find him." The man surnamed Xu frowned and cursed, "Could this bastard have secretly accepted Xiao Yucheng's money and then ran away?"
"No way, Erbao has been with you for quite a long time."
"There's no point in following him for too long these days." The man surnamed Xu sneered, "Look for him again."
"Okay, I'll go find him later." The henchman in the back seat nodded.
The man surnamed Xu finished half of the burger in two bites, opened the car door and said, "Let's go and continue working!"
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A little after 10 o'clock in the morning, Longcheng City Government.
Secretary-General Lu sat in his office and looked up at the civilian staff and said, "At 1 p.m., there will be a temporary meeting in Conference Room 1. The main content of the meeting will be the resettlement of returning laborers. Deputy Mayor Guo and Carl, as well as people from the Relief Agency, will be present to discuss the resettlement plan. You must immediately notify all media outlets and have them come in early and prepare interview plans."
"Yes." The civilian staff responded with a smile, and asked Secretary-General Lu in a familiar manner: "Boss, the laborer just came back and we are discussing resettlement. Why are they so active this time?"
"With so many people coming in, can you build a building or grant them land?" Secretary-General Lu waved his hand and replied, "The edge has been sealed. The workers are upset. We held a meeting to appease them. That's all. So the media reports must be very accurate."
"Understood!" The civilian staff nodded: "Then I will arrange it."
"Go ahead." Secretary Lu responded, lowered his head and glanced at the phone, and saw that Jing Yan had just sent him a text message with very concise content.
"Leader, are you free for lunch?"
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At noon, around 12:40, after taking a nap, Vice Mayor Guo and his entourage went down the senior officials' rest building and came to the parking lot.
"Hello, Mayor Guo!" Carl came over from another building with a big belly.
"Hello, hello, Mr. Carl!" Deputy Mayor Guo walked over and shook hands with him with a smile.
The two of them, along with their respective staff, exchanged a few words briefly before getting in their own cars and heading to the venue.
Seven or eight cars drove out along the road behind the compound and encountered a red light at the intersection, but there was not much traffic, so the drivers sensibly turned on the hazard lights and prepared to pass directly from the auxiliary road and go straight.
The city government's small cars are not required to follow traffic rules in "emergency situations". In order to allow the leaders to get to the meeting room to rest earlier, the drivers all overtook from the side of the road and prepared to pass in advance.
“Buzz!”
At this moment, a medium-sized truck following behind the convoy suddenly accelerated, its engine making a harsh noise, and rushed up at an extremely fast speed.
Hearing the sound, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the cargo truck had already rushed onto the curb and was heading straight for the right side of his vehicle.
“Squeak!”
The driver urgently turned the steering wheel and adjusted the car body to the left, but there was a private vehicle waiting for the traffic light in the front row on the left side and there was not much space.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound was heard on the street, and the car was hit by the truck and rushed out at an angle. Deputy Mayor Guo, who was in the car, exclaimed and quickly pushed the seat with his hands to steady himself.
"Squeak!"
After the truck hit the car, it did not stop. Instead, it used its tall front end to push the car forward.
"This is an attack! This is an attack!!" the driver screamed.
"Bang! Crack!"
The tires of the medium-sized truck were tall, and under the roar of its high-horsepower engine, the body of the truck almost rode on the upper left side of the sedan.
"Get out of the car, Mayor, get out of the car!" the driver shouted.
"Buzz, da da da...!"
The truck pushed forward about three or four meters and finally put out the fire.
At this moment, the truck door popped open and the lame Xiao Yucheng jumped out of the cab, his eyes red. He ignored the crowd on the street and pulled a rubber tube directly from the front of the truck.
“Bang!”
At the same time, the door of the car popped open, and Deputy Mayor Guo tried to rush out and escape while yelling.
Xiao Yucheng looked at the people in front of him with a crazy look on his face, and without hesitation, he pushed open the air-blocking valve of the rubber tube with his thumb.
“Squeak…!”
A large amount of liquid spurted out.
"Don't you want money?! Here you go... I'll give it all to you!" Xiao Yucheng took out most of his savings overnight and bought a car and a whole box of gas tanks used in the catering industry.
Xiao Yucheng looked at the people in front of him crazily, and shouted, "If you don't let me live, then we'll die together! We'll all die!!!"
“Sizzle!”
Xiao Yucheng placed the lighter at the outlet of the leather tube he had specially made.
“Hualala!”
Flames visible to the naked eye were being drawn back into the leather tube.
“Snap!”
After Xiao Yucheng lit the pipe, he took out two gas bottles from the car and ran to the side with a limp.
"Bang, crash!"
Xiao Yucheng lit the gas bomb and threw it into Vice Mayor Guo's car while running away.
Everything inside and outside the car was on fire.
“Boom!”
Just when visible flames were burning on Lao Guo's body, the truck suddenly exploded. Intense flames shot up seven or eight meters high. The force of the explosion directly tore the heavy truck into pieces, and countless debris spread across and shot through the windows of many surrounding cars.
Xiao Yucheng's revenge was simple and direct. He didn't want to run away at all. His son was dead, and he didn't know where to go.
What life, what existence? These are completely meaningless to him!
He knew one thing: it was these hypocritical politicians in suits who called on him to leave in the first place, and now they would definitely have to pay for what happened to him!
After the explosion, the streets were in chaos.
Old Guo was buried in the sea of fire.
Xiao Yucheng knew him. Thirteen years ago, this man was just the office director of a district government assistant. It was he who personally held meetings and called on workers to join Mexico. It was also he who made countless promises that were ultimately not fulfilled.
Xiao Yucheng watched him burn to death with a smile, just like when he watched his own son burning in the glass cover yesterday.
Xiao Yucheng walked towards the street corner, holding his son's photo in his pocket and smiling.
Soon, several police cars drove in from the direction of the municipal compound. More than a dozen police officers got out of the cars and ordered Xiao Yucheng to squat with his head in his hands, but the latter ignored them. Instead, he exposed the fuse wrapped around his waist, lit it directly, and rushed towards the crowd.
The police officer thought that he had a bomb wrapped around his waist and shot him dead immediately.
How much blood does a person have? Xiao Yucheng proved through practice that after he fell, the blood that flowed out only dyed the area around the body two or three meters red.
It’s unfair, so I resisted.
Resisted, therefore died!
Xiao Yucheng's determination to burn himself and his fellow men together was only enough to ignite a truck full of gas tanks, but for the powerful, with just one decree, the life and death of 60,000 to 70,000 workers could be decided in a matter of seconds.
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After the deputy mayor and three white people from the Material Control Department were attacked and killed, the news swept across Dragon City and even the entire political arena of District 1 like a bombshell, but this was only the beginning of a series of chain reactions.
Zhao Weihu, who was in Sinaloa, never expected that he would be implicated because of this.