"Ladies and gentlemen, the newly appointed director of the Hankou Police Department, there has been a vicious crime in Hankou today, and we are here to suppress the riots! In order to ensure everyone's safety, please rest here. ”

A reporter wearing glasses and carrying a camera said, "Nonsense, these railway workers are all from poor people, when did they become chaotic people." ”

"As the saying goes, the poor beget treacherous schemes, and the rich grow conscience. It is precisely because they are poor that they are the rebels. The director explained.

"No, we're going to go in and interview, don't get in our way!" Encouraged by the man in glasses, more than a dozen reporters left their seats and prepared to move towards the gathering place.

At this time, a dense burst of gunfire rang out, dust flew up, and terrifying screams spread throughout the Hankou station.

"How dare you shoot at the workers!" The reporter angrily raised his fist in protest.

The director felt that these soldiers were scaring the workers, so he explained, "Oh, everyone is too sensitive, this is just a knock on the mountain." The director sent for a large wooden box, which was full of silver dollars.

The director took out a silver dollar and a piece of paper, "I know the job responsibilities of reporters, don't you just want news?" This piece of paper is the media press release of the news of Hankou Station, so you can go back and hand it over. We have prepared a hard fee for you here, five oceans for one person, everyone took the press release and left their media names and names and then you can go back to rest, the weather is strangely cold, I can't bear to let everyone be frozen here! ”

The glasses boy twisted his body to the side angrily, "Do you think we are both businessmen who see money?" We are journalists, and we want to report the most objective news truth! ”

The reporters in the back obviously did not have the backbone of him, and in the face of the ocean, they consciously lined up to register with the director.

"That's right! How nice it is to take the money and leave! The director had a cordial and enthusiastic conversation with the reporter while handing out the money, and the money was divided in a short time. The director shook the box containing the silver dollar at the man with glasses, "I'm sorry, it's all shining, it's not your share!" ”

The man with glasses walked up to the director arrogantly, "I heard that you are just qualified to be the director of the hall?" ”

"So what?" The director is neither humble nor arrogant.

The man with glasses suddenly changed his face into a minion, "Hehe, then I'll give you an interview." Tell the readers about your plans and visions for the future development of Hankou! ”

"Hahaha." The director took out a handful of dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the reporter's hand, "This is a journalist with professionalism, morality, feelings and integrity!" ”

The affairs of the periphery were almost settled, and the director walked to the vicinity of the encirclement with his men.

"It's okay for these workers to scare and scare! Why shoot so many guns, waste bullets. The director patted Ma Datou on the shoulder. Ma Datou turned his head, his face covered in blood, and there was a twisted excitement and pleasure between his eyebrows.

The director was startled, "You're hurt?" ”

Ma Datou shook his head, turned back and pointed to the workers' gathering place.

The director was shocked, and the corpses were all over the ground, all of them were full of bullet holes, some of them were blurred with flesh and blood, and some of them were still clean but lying motionless on the ground. The surviving were driven to the center by the soldiers and squatted. The director made a brief estimate that at least one or two hundred people died. "Are you fucking here?"

Ma Datou asked, "Is there any smoke?" ”

The director handed him one. He pointed the cigarette butt at the barrel of the submachine gun, and in a moment the cigarette was lit.

"What, you're scared? Why don't you try it too, it's cool. Ma Datou handed the submachine gun to the chief.

"Someone, bring my baby!" Ma Datou took a large knife from the guard's hand. "Look at this blade, chop people, chop melons and vegetables, I specially asked my people to sharpen it for me in the morning."

Ma Datou put the knife on his neck and pulled the trembling director over the worker's corpse. The Director muttered, "Crazy, this guy is fucking crazy." ”

A corpse of Wu Fen was sorted out next to the living worker, and the director pointed at him and said, "Master Ma, this is our person!" ”

Master Ma pointed at Wu Fen with a knife, "Which of you killed this person?" ”

The workers bowed their heads and no one responded. A patrolman ran up and said, "The crutches are the head of their workers, and he did it." ”

Several soldiers walked into the crowd and dragged Wang Fubao out, and Wang Fubao looked at the corpses all over the ground and barely stood on the ground.

Ma Datou whistled and then put the knife on Wang Fubao's neck, "You are the head!" Don't forget to confront the authorities on crutches, do you want to be a hero? Rise? ”

This sentence pulled Wang Fubao back from the blur to reality, and he glanced sideways at the knife, "You have killed so many of our brothers, we are already heroes." ”

Ma Datou's eyes widened, "They are dead, they are heroes, you are still alive!" Ma Datou raised his big knife, "I'll give you another chance, where your people come from, where they go back, and what they should do." ”

Wang Fubao shook his head. The big knife fell on his shoulder, cutting off his right arm, blood spurted out, and Wang Fubao fell to the ground. Several workers tried to come up to help him, but he raised his only remaining hand to stop them, "Don't come here." ”

Ma Datou's guard platoon was already holding a gun and preparing to snipe at the workers who rushed out.

Ma Datou asked the guard, "How many knives did we record last time?" ”

The guard thought for a moment, "Nine knives!" That bandit is stronger than him, and he can be stabbed three times if he dies! ”

Ma Datou raised his knife and shouted, "I can't go back, I can't go back!" ”

Wang Fubao's throat was cut and he couldn't speak. A few workers cried, a few were so scared that they peed their pants, and most of them just watched like that, with unblinking eyes.

Ma Datou rubbed his neck, "How many knives?" ”

The guard replied, "Thirteen knives!" ”

Ma Datou walked to Wang Fubao's side, and Wang Fubao's bloody hands tightly grasped his shiny military boots.

Ma Datou turned back to his soldiers and said, "See? This is a hero, a good man, each of you must be as backbone as him, do you hear me! ”

"Yes!" Everyone responded neatly.

"Drag it away, tie the body to a telephone pole!" Ma Datou pulled his foot out of Wang Fubao's hand, and carefully wiped the blood stains on his military boots with a handkerchief. "I'll leave it to you!" Ma Datou said to the director.

"The dead were buried, the gasping ones were sent to the hospital, and the rest were all put in prison." When the director issued the order, he did not dare to look directly at these workers.

The subordinate replied, "Report to the director, no, the director, there are too many people, the prison can't be placed!" ”