Buddy was not restricted by his personal status. He took a sip from his glass. What a pleasant thing it was to have a drink in the cold cell in winter? The body suddenly became warm, and the chill in the body had long been dispelled without a trace. In Willis, fruit wine is basically not marketable. Only high alcohol is a necessity of people''s life!


    The police chief smiled coldly. He clapped his hand on the table and stared at buddy. "You mean we''re not friends?"


    Buddy grabbed a handful of broken fish and threw it into his mouth. He refused twice. He shook his head with a smile. "You''re the police chief. I don''t have the ability to cling to you!"


    The next second, the police chief overturned the table, and the wine and vegetables on the table fell on buddy''s hair, face and body. He kicked the table and put buddy at the foot of the bed. "I''ll give you one last chance, you know, I don''t like rough!"


    This is not the nonsense of the police chief. He really doesn''t like to punish prisoners. He is a local and has lived here for more than 40 years. Willis city says whether it''s big or small. Maybe the people he catches know him or his family. No more, the suspect''s family or relatives know him or his family, and they can''t avoid human affection back and forth. Therefore, if he can not take measures, he will try not to take measures, which makes him have a good reputation in the local area.


    Over time, his character was mastered clearly. If he apologized for a little thing and made a gift to compensate the victim for his loss, it would be over.


    But this does not mean that he has no "cruel" side, does police work, has no deterrent power, and can become the chief of the police station?


    Seeing that buddy was silent, he immediately took off his baton from his waist and hit buddy''s injured arm hard. The stick was so real that buddy felt that his arm, which had already hurt the bone, should be broken. He clenched his teeth, resisted the severe pain, and his eyes became a little dull. Instead of speaking, he showed his teeth with a twisted smile, gasping for breath, and blood foam gushed out of his mouth as he breathed.


    His gums were broken for several times, and the pain of fracture was unimaginable. Seeing that the arm 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. It took him a while to spit out a sentence, "if you can kill me, come here. If you don''t kill me today, I''ll only look down on you!" he remembered the letter Du Lin gave him.


    He didn''t know words, but he had a young man who knew words. When the young man read what Dooling wrote, he was trembling all over! He even memorized this paragraph, which is a very difficult thing for a man in his forties who has not attended school. But he recited it very smoothly. At this time, this paragraph suddenly appeared in his mind——


    Death is the best way to get respect from others. Whether it is the death of others or self death, you can get respect from others, even fear. The guards have been silent for too long. We need blood, death and blood. Today we can choose to live as before, but what about our children? What about our offspring? When generations of people choose to surrender, we will eventually lose the past we are proud of.


    And all the humiliations we bear today will become their "past" and their "habit", making them think that kneeling and living is all of the guards. If we want the descendants of the former king and gods to bear all this for generations, please let me, you and more guards who are determined to change all this become pioneers, water this flower called struggle with our blood and our death, and let it bloom beautiful brilliance.


    One day, people will stand in front of our tombs, point to our tombstones and tell their children that a long time ago, some people forged a belief called equality with their blood and tenacity in order to strive for fairness, happiness and recapture everything that belongs to us.


    This is the purpose of all our actions, so that all our compatriots can live in this world equally, no discrimination or humiliation, and we will bathe in the sun until eternity!


    At this time, buddy''s eyes began to turn red, like a wounded Coyote blocked somewhere by a hunter. An indescribable wild nature filled buddy''s eyes. He didn''t resist or struggle, so he stared at the police chief, "come on, kill me, have a kind of shot here!", he pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrow, "come on, hurry up, I can''t wait. The first king and gods are calling me back to the hero''s return and meet me!"


    His last three words almost roared out. Looking at the police chief''s shrinking eyes, buddy spit a bloody spit on the police chief. The cynical smile hurt the police chief''s heart. He lost his baton, pulled out his pistol, and pointed the butt at buddy''s head. The sharp corner of the butt pierced the skin on buddy''s forehead, The blood immediately flowed out.


    He put the muzzle of the gun against buddy''s head and roared, "asshole, do you think I dare not?"


    With a mocking look on budy''s face, he suddenly realized that when he got angry, even the police chief chose to give way, which made him understand where Turin''s courage came from. People are afraid of fearless things, but some sacrifices are meaningful and some sacrifices are meaningless. When people die for an ideal, arouse the anger of their compatriots through their own sacrifice and drive away their inner shackles, such death is sacred.


    The ogding people are far from as great and firm as they think!


    His face showed a smile that seemed to be a pilgrimage, and the wrinkles on his face became soft. He hummed the war song of the former king and slowly closed his eyes.


    Seeing this buddy, the police chief suddenly realized something. He took back the pistol, inserted it into the holster, loosened his feet, sorted out his clothes, and hastily ended the inquiry. When he left, he left the word "madman".


    Are you crazy?


    Perhaps, when the door of the detention room was closed, the police chief heard budy''s out of tune laughter. He smoked from the corner of his eye, and the problem seemed to be more troublesome! He realized that buddy might be more than just a new private wine agent. There must be something else he didn''t know.


    He was timid at that moment. He knew that as long as he pulled the trigger, buddy would be finished. But he also realized that buddy might not be the only one crazy.


    It made his scalp numb!


    Damn bastard!


    Three days later, the assassination seemed to have stopped. It was like it had never happened before. The frequent gunshots in the street could not be heard. People went back to the street to discuss the recent events.


    But everything needs someone to explain. Several unimportant members of the Mountain Wolf Gang cried and shouted to go to jail. The police chief arrested them and arranged the charges on their heads. When the city hall asked him what he meant, he was silent for a while before he smiled helplessly. Maybe the world will change.


    On the day Budi left the police station, there were more than a dozen cars parked at the door of the police station. Many young guards looked at Budi with hot flames like heroes who greeted them. Buddy smiled and walked down the steps. When he was about to go back, he looked up at the easternmost window on the third floor of the police station. The police chief flashed away in the window.


    In this battle, the guards won, and buddy also understood the things that Turin said. If you don''t argue, why should others give you respect and equality? If you give up your dignity, you have to pick it up yourself!


    More than a dozen cars blatantly left the door of the police station at the same time. What budy didn''t know was that during his time in the detention room, Turin frantically swept up all the people related to the Mountain Wolf Gang and almost killed the Mountain Wolf Gang. It is his practice that has aroused the yearning and blood of more gualt young people. When they walk in the street, they can feel that there is no longer a look of disdain, contempt and contempt in people''s eyes, but a kind of fear!


    Someone asked Dooling, is this good?


    Dooling''s answer is very simple. Are you willing to let others spit on your dignity and slap you, or are you willing to fear you even if they hate you in their hearts?


    The man thought and chose the latter.


    This is not a person''s choice, but a race''s choice.


    If you can''t accept us equally, hate us with hatred and fear us!


    Brave soldiers will never be respected by others with their mouths. Only the scalp hanging on their belts and the blood belonging to others can make them cheer!


    Back in the basement, Dooling asked someone to call the doctor, because budy''s arm was obviously wrong, and there was more blood leaking out.


    When the doctor examined buddy, buddy didn''t care at all. He even talked and laughed with Dooling. He glanced at his numb arm, looked at the compatriots around him who were full of caring eyes, smiled and said, "I think it''s worth exchanging one arm for everything today. I once thought I should exchange more important things for all this, but you did so well that you didn''t give me this opportunity."


    "If I did that, you said, would I become an eternal legend like those brave heroes under the former king?"


    Durin nodded hard, "yes, we all will!"