Five days passed in the blink of an eye, but Connie's actions still did not make any progress, and she paid a very painful price herself. www.biquge.info Connie then submitted cover letters to other newspapers and media outlets, but Connie was rejected, and later learned that it was all the work of her hateful boss because of the opinion piece she had written the day after the Goddess Europa rally. In this article, Connie evaluates the theory of "surplus value" mentioned in Wacker Snoder's speech in very impassioned terms. It was also because of this article that Connie lost her permanent residency in the aristocratic district.

However, all of this did not discourage Connie's admiration for Wacker and her affirmation of the strike. Anyway, his situation is already very bad now, how bad can it be? After that day, he actively participated in the workers' strike, volunteered to write propaganda posters and propaganda materials for these workers who could not read a single word, and used his connections and even his body to find a small printing house to print them, and then spread them around the underwater city. In the space of five days, Wacker Snoder's theories blossomed, leading more workers and the middle class to join the strike.

In total, during these few days, the aristocratic class carried out a total of four violent law enforcement operations, which resulted in the death of hundreds of workers and the serious injury of thousands. Difficulties do not stop people's pursuit of freedom and justice, and the end result of such actions is to anger more people. On the fifth day, all the workers and the sick and sick in the plebeian were surrounded by the electronic fence, shouting the slogan "Free Wacker", while in the aristocratic quarter, the same thing happened to the middle class. They walked out of their comfortable high-end apartments and marched through the streets of the underwater city with signs reading "Free WACKER, Fair Dialogue".

By noon, a strong light radiated from the dome of the underwater city, causing the temperature in the settlement to rise to more than 40 degrees. The heat did not cool down the enthusiasm of everyone, who walked the streets tenaciously in the face of the sun, just as they had in the past few decades against the exploitation of the aristocratic class. Although their speed slowed down, although their voices fell, the yearning for freedom and justice in their hearts remained resolute.

Connie wiped the sweat from her face, the heat made her look very tired. In order to print a batch of promotional materials, she has not closed her eyes for two days and two nights, let alone take a comfortable hot bath. Connie's slender fingers darted across the keyboard, and a rousing commentary appeared on the laptop, which was then uploaded to the public network. This is a private blog that I applied for with the help of a friend of Connie. Of course, the price is one night!, however, Connie doesn't care at all now, and has a more sacred mission in her heart to complete.

"Hey, Sister Connie, I'll help you with the backpack, shall I?"

A shy boy walked up from behind the parade and said to Connie a little shyly. Connie knew him, a senior engineer at a biopharmaceutical company who, despite his young age, was said to have won several awards in many fields. Connie looked at him and thought the little brother was very interesting.

"Thank you!" Connie handed him her bag, happily carrying it on her back, and followed Connie along the procession.

Connie looked at the comments of netizens on the public network on the article she had just made, while secretly observing the big boy next to her. He seemed a little cramped, as if he had something to say but was too embarrassed to say. At this time, there was a problem with the refresh of the web page, and when Connie clicked on her article again, she found that it had been deleted by the system. Connie sighed in discouragement, closed the computer, put it in her pocket, and tilted her head to look at the older boy next to her.

"Your name is Dorne, isn't it?"

The big boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, my name is Dorne Sincresse, yes, uh, I was an engineer at Nordington Pharmaceuticals. However," he explained, after introducing himself, "I have now resigned and am now a standing committee member of the strike committee!" Speaking of his current status, Dorne was very proud.

Connie understood Dorne's thoughts, of course, and he was worried that his original identity would cause a distance between the two of them, so he was in a hurry to make a statement. Connie knew that Dorne had taken a liking to her. Connie was overjoyed. "Why, everybody formed a strike committee? when, how come I don't know?"

"It was formed in the middle of last night, and in view of the severity of the strike at present, and the fact that the aristocracy has no intention of releasing Mr. Wacker, it was decided to carry the strike to the end. Therefore, it has been proposed that a special committee be set up to manage the relevant matters, lest everyone be vulnerable to the attacks of the nobles, and the true purpose of this strike will be lost!" Dorne explained.

Connie nodded in agreement. "However, according to Mr. Wacker's theory, we can only demonstrate in a non-violent manner, and we must not take drastic measures that would lead to an attack on Mr. Wacker. ”

Dorn nodded vigorously.

At this time, there was a riot at the front of the procession, and the procession began to become chaotic. Connie tiptoed to look ahead, but couldn't see anything. Connie glanced at Dorne and said to him, "Carry me!" Dorne threw down his bag and put her on his shoulder. Connie's round, powerful thigh pressed against the left side of Dorne's face, causing Dorne to burst into flames.

Connie felt the heat on Dorne's face, if it was usual, she would definitely play a good trick on the big boy, but now she didn't have that kind of thought. In front of the procession there was a large group of heavily armed guards, led by Ivan Puxijing, who had met him in the Goddess Square that day. "Dorn, get forward, get ahead!" Connie shouted, and Dorne immediately pushed the crowd and rushed forward.

The marchers at the front clashed with the guards, and riots were on the verge of breaking out. The guards beat people with weapons, and angry workers rushed up to grab the guards' weapons. Dozens of guards were instantly overwhelmed by the crowd, and the bloodshed occurred within ten minutes of contact between the two sides. First, a guard picked up a stick and wounded a student, then the workers behind him snatched his weapon, ripped off all his clothes, tied his hands, and beat him severely.

By the time the other guards rushed over, the stripped guard was dying, blood spilling all over the ground. The conflict is like a fuse, detonating the limits of both sides. The guards escaped with pistols and fired at the striking workers, who scattered in all directions, causing a massive stampede. As Connie and Dorne rushed to the front, a five-meter-wide buffer zone was re-opened between the striking workers and the guards. It was a street with blood and dead people in the center. Most of them were helpless workers, along with three guards.

"Let me down!" Connie jumped off Dorne's shoulder and rushed to the front, looking at the black muzzles of the guards five meters away, Connie's breath was short, and her chest rose and fell violently. "What do you want to do? What are you going to do?"

"This is what we should be asking you, what exactly do you want to do?" Ivan on the other side walked out, his tone full of reproach.

Connie didn't understand why Ivan said that, but the sacrifice had caused her to lose most of her ability to think, "We're just marching, and it's a very legitimate move. ”

"Your actions have already affected the social order, and this is not legal!" Ivan stressed.

"Order, whose order, order of the nobles, order of the nobles, order set by the nobles for the workers?" said Connie, excitedly, speaking at a rapid pace.

Speechless by a barrage of questions, Ivan cursed and rushed across the buffer zone in a few strides to Connie, a move that made both the guards and the workers nervous. Ivan grabbed Connie by the collar and caught a glimpse of her seductive boobs, Ivan swallowed, "Everyone, don't move!" he shouted, dissuading the workers who were ready to act, because there were still a dozen guns in front of them.

Ivan grabbed Connie and asked, "Your actions have exceeded all the rules allowed, and you must stop immediately, or else things will get more and more out of control!"

"We don't want to lose control, we just ask for an opportunity for an impartial dialogue!"

"Talking to whom?" Ivan let go of Connie, only to realize that he had grabbed a button of Connie's shirt because he had been trying too hard just now.

Connie tidied up her clothes, the opening on her chest fell off, and her shirt couldn't wrap around the plump at all. "And the nobles, and all those who cause injustice!"

Ivan sneered, laughing at the woman in front of him and the crazy workers, "Do you think it's possible? You want to challenge the entire empire?"

Connie grabbed Ivan's arm, pulled him aside, and said in a low voice, "We just want Wacker to be released, it's as simple as that!" Ivan knew that this was Connie's concession, but he couldn't do anything about it. Seeing him hesitate, Connie glanced at the workers next to him, and then said, "Do you think these guards of yours can really stop these more than a thousand workers?"

Ivan looked at the filthy workers around him with resentful faces, "I'll figure it out!"

"It's better to move quickly!"