Domingo Fox stroked his well-fed belly, holding a metal toothpick in his left hand and comfortably stirring the crumbs of meat in his clenched teeth. He picked up a glass of bright red wine on the table, red as virgin blood, and sniffed it vigorously in front of his nose, the strange aroma of which made his whole body excited, especially the sudden swelling of that part made the woman who tried to serve him moan in pain. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info Domingo took a sip of wine, put the glass away, turned over violently, pressed the woman under him, and worked hard.

The next morning, Domingo dragged a slightly tired body to the office. The office was too disorganized for Domingo to clean up, so he immediately called the secretary and reprimanded her for a while, and then put his hands on her plump body before asking her to clean up the office. Domingo stood in the doorway of his office, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed. A few minutes later, Mars Odiano, a counselor to the Safety Management Committee, approached.

"Director Fox, smoking is not allowed in the office!"

Domingo hated this general, who was twenty-seven years younger than himself, but so what? Domingo sneered for a while, savored the word "favor" carefully, and then showed a professional smile and said, "Oh, yes, I forgot again!"

Mars Odiano sneered disdainfully, he certainly saw the meaning of the smile on the fat guy's face, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him. Mars glanced at the secretary in the office who was bending down to clean up the garbage on the floor with his back to the door, and his buttocks wrapped in a short skirt were fat 2 thick and 2 round, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Mars looked away from Secretary Domingo's ass and said to Domingo, "Your Excellency the General said that that guy named Wacker Snod will be transferred to the military headquarters tonight!"

"Military headquarters?" Domingo frowned, "Is this necessary?"

"That's what the military region means!" Mars flashed to the side so that the secretary could pass between the two men, he looked down, just in time to see the scenery inside the secretary's open collar, looking at the secretary's graceful back, Mars said, "Director, you just do it!" and then without waiting for Domingo to answer, he followed the secretary outside.

Domingo spat on the floor before slamming the door and into his office. He picked up the phone and called Ivan Puxikin of the security guard. Looking at this guy who was even more of a headache, Domingo scolded angrily: "How many times have I told you, you can't drink alcohol during working hours, why don't you remember it for a long time? If it wasn't for your negligence last time, how could it have evolved to this extent?"

Domingo sprang up from his chair, grabbed Ivan by the collar and pulled him to the window, pointing at the workers outside who were blocking the building of the Security Service, and scolded: "Open your eyes yourself, look, what should you do now?"

Ivan Puxikyo has not yet woken up from last night's hangover, and his memory is still stuck on the soft body of the beautiful journalist Connie Carter.

Five days ago in Europa Goddess Square, a speech by Wacker Snoder sparked a massive workers' strike. In the beginning, it was only a strike of workers in the civilian areas on the other side of the electronic fence, who were often the people living at the lowest level. Every day, they wore electronic collars through the electronic fence and were placed in an oven-like radiographic inspection room like meat on a baking tray for a series of ten minutes before being released to work in the aristocratic quarters. During the six hours they spent working in the aristocratic quarters, their movements were strictly controlled, and they were monitored by an electronic collar around their necks.

These things were carried out in an orderly manner before the arrival of WACKER, and although there were occasional worker dissatisfactions that caused minor problems, the security guards could still solve them. At best, it is enough to punish the person who caused the trouble. However, this time the trouble caused Ivan a headache, and even the higher-ups such as Admiral Sandra were a little at a loss. WACKER's presence broke all the rules, and the higher-ups immediately realized how fragile the order they had set was.

Immediately after the riots five days earlier, Domingo ordered the arrest of Wacker Snoder. This was undoubtedly a foolish move, and instead of quelling the strike as Domingo had predicted, it attracted the participation of commoners with permanent residency in the aristocracy. They joined hands with the workers of the ghetto, shouting slogans "Give us back the surplus value" and marched around every corner of the underwater city of Europa. The strike seemed to be contagious, and for five days, ninety percent of the factories and enterprises, with the exception of the government and aristocratic conglomerates, came to a standstill. All the workers at the bottom, including some of the middle class, joined the marches and strikes.

Just last night, some workers even left the aristocratic area without undergoing the security check at the specified end time, destroyed the electronic collar around their necks, evaded the surveillance, and fled to the aristocratic area to hide. In the middle of the night, these roaming dangerous elements wreaked havoc on government communications and media, and even openly attacked the building of the Security Service. This morning, when Ivan went to work, he also saw thick smoke rising from the fifth floor of the headquarters building, and a large area of the building was blackened.

Because of this incident, Ivan's immediate superior, Domingo Fox, was furious with him and ordered him to settle the matter immediately. At that time, Ivan was lying on Connie's soft body, enjoying a rare leisure. It was at Connie's instigation last night that Ivan made a slight change in the matter of the strike.

"Director, I think WACKER and those two workers should be released as soon as possible!"

Domingo's prepared roar was completely blocked by Ivan's words, Domingo took two steps back, looked at his disobedient subordinate in horror, the corners of his eyes twitched violently a few times, retreated to the desk, and took out a pistol from the drawer as fast as he could. Domingo opened the safety bolt and aimed it at Ivan, before a victor's smile appeared on his nervous and flustered face.

"Haha, haha," Domingo smirked as if he had discovered Ivan's unknown tricks, "Ivan Puxijing, I've long since found out that something is wrong with you, I didn't expect you to be in the company of those dirty workers, could it be that you have forgotten who gave you your current job, who made you live comfortably here instead of sleeping on the street?"

"Of course I know!" said Ivan, calmly.

"You'd better be clear, then, what do you mean by that sentence just now?"

Ivan didn't pay attention to the pistol in Domingo's hand at all, because he knew his boss well. Although he was also a third-order powerhouse, it was all obtained by injecting genetic medicines, and he was tormented by these unstable potions every day, coupled with the consumption of his body from a luxurious and corrupt life, he couldn't hold out for five minutes for lifting a heavy object like a pistol.

Ivan turned his gaze back to the workers marching outside the building, and in the crowd, he saw Connie Carter. "Just now you asked me who gave me all these things that I have now. I'll tell you now, it's the low-level workers out there who can't even get enough to eat! Without them, there would be no city, without them, how would there be the coffee you drink, how could you have the food? Even the pills you took before you played the dwomen were produced by them, didn't they?"

Hearing Ivan's strange remarks, Domingo trembled with anger, mainly because he didn't understand how he knew he had taken that pill! Domingo interrupted Ivan with a roar, his cry attracting the attention of his colleagues outside the office. When they saw what was happening in the director's office, they began to riot, and the guards rushed in.

"Order Wacker to be released, if you don't want to be drowned out in the crowd outside. ”

"Ivan, you'd better think about yourself!" Domingo yelled without hesitation, "Arrest him!"

Several of the guards were Ivan's subordinates, and they didn't quite know what was going on between the captain and the director, but after all, the director was the captain's boss, and the official was crushed to death. The guard hesitated and rushed forward. Ivan glared at Domingo angrily, roared angrily, raised his foot and kicked his two former men, then rushed to Domingo, knocking him to the ground with a punch.

Domingo screamed and fell to the ground, the bridge of his nose already broken, blood staining the tie and suit he had carefully selected this morning. Ivan stepped forward to lift Domingo to his feet and walked towards the door of the building under the bewildered gaze of his colleagues outside the office. However, before they could reach the door, a large group of marching workers finally broke through the blockade set up in the building and stormed the offices of the Security Department.

Chaos swept through the floor in an instant!

In just a few minutes, the workers, who were several times more numerous than the guards of the Security Guard Department, quickly took control, they tied all the guards to the ground, and one of the leading workers held a steel bar in his hand, which was still stained with bright red blood, and I don't know which hapless guy belonged to it.

He stood up and looked at Ivan and Domingo, who was still screaming as he was lifting, "Release Mr. Wacker quickly, or we'll burn this place!"

Ivan threw Domingo on the ground and glared at him angrily: "You can do it yourself!"

Domingo looked around the office area in horror, already crowded with workers. He had no idea that these lowly maggots would dare to break in, but now he regretted most that he had not followed Ivan's advice.