A tall, lanky archer dressed as a ranger stepped on the head of a deformed monster that was still grinning and pulled out his arrow: "Your progress is slow! If we can't finish it before noon, we'll be in big trouble. ”

The archer, wearing a hooded cloak, hid his face behind his back with a scarf, leaving only a pair of eagle-like eyes in the shadow of the hood.

This kind of dress is very common now, since an unlucky guy was sprayed in the face by the blood of a distorted monster while fighting, probably inadvertently drank a little, and as a result, before dawn, it mutated. In the morning, the camp used old clothes and old bed sheets to make a lot of simple masks and scarves.

"I also know it's late here, but I really can't help it, there are several houses here that are the former gang's station, they look tattered, but they are actually real stone!" Li Yanlong sat on a rock, and a militiaman passing by handed him a bottle of water.

The age of this militia soldier may not be eighteen years old, and the grizzled young man looked at Li Yanlong with respect in his eyes.

"Lao Wan, I said how long have you been here?" Li Yanlong hooked his shoulders and asked the archer, "Do you know when this People's Self-Protection Federation existed?" ”

The archer, known as Lao Wan, reached out and took the water bag in Li Yanlong's hand and took a big sip: "I have been here for less than a week, and there is already a shelf in that meeting, I heard that it was established after the destruction of the Blood Roar Gang. ”

"If you drink less, there are only two wells left that can still be used!" Li Yanlong snatched back his water bag and moistened his throat in small sips: "That big mentor, have you seen it?" Does he have a beard? ”

"I met once, when I first came, I was tasked with helping the People's Protection Association train ten qualified archers." Listening to the voice, Lao Wan may be about the same age as Li Yanlong: "There are masters behind this organization, the organizational framework is reasonable, and the development model after the establishment is completely modeled after the street office of modern society, if this kind of thing does not happen, I am afraid that in another year and a half, the first liberated city in the Far South will appear." ”

"My boss has already come in, and he will come to meet us in a short time, and I tell you, when he comes, there will be no trouble here." Li Yanlong watched as the militiamen, under the command of an aboriginal squad leader, stacked the corpses of two aberrant monsters together and set them on fire.

"When the situation here calms down, do you want to mess with me? My boss is going to build a warband to play with. Li Yanlong sent an invitation to the archers, counting the glorious history of his boss in the same way: "Graduated from the Loyal Heir Academy!" Outstanding students of the Jixia School Palace Sword Pavilion! Death... Forget it, this is a secret, hehe, how about it? ”

"Wait for your boss, let's get things done here." Lao Wan replied depressedly: "My original mission is almost completed, and now only half of the ten archers can survive, and the remaining two will probably be useless when they are injured." ”

"Boss Pock, we found this in the house." The two thugs sneaked up to Pock, who had jumped out to save people before, and took out a few necklaces from his arms like a treasure: "This was the widow's home before, and I have been thinking about the necklaces in her hand for a long time, and they are really here." ”

Boss Polk looked at his thugs with weariness, the slums hadn't returned to their former calm since the last time they had gone with the Seris to the Bloodroar Gang warehouse.

Others don't know, but Polk knows what the Bloodroar Gang is, and then contact his unsuccessful subordinate Mike to reveal the secret, the conspiracy behind this makes Boss Polk dare not close his eyes for several days, for fear that someone will kill him.

It wasn't until the new lord took office, and the other gangs before didn't change, just like everything that happened that day was a dream, that Boss Pock slowly walked out of the days of fear.

But within a few days of the good days, something happened that frightened him even more, Mike, who had been fooled by the demon hunters before, actually learned a lot of knowledge from somewhere, and took a handwritten red diary every day to study carefully, and Bock swore that he didn't know that this Mike was literate before.

Immediately afterward, it was as if a different person had changed. Mike, every day, mutters in his mouth: "Noble personality... A heart that thinks of others ... Mobilize the masses! After all, the power of the people is twisted into a force, and only the power of the people themselves can protect the people and the people's property! ”

In Mike's increasingly determined and confident eyes, in his more and more impassioned speeches, the people in the ghetto were boiling! Every time Mike shows up on the streets, dozens or hundreds of people listen to his words, and people believe him, believe what he says, and believe in the future that he says about the future!

The poor spontaneously gathered around Mack's humble house, and during the day, they helped each other, and those who had jobs would exchange all their meager income for food after a hard day's work, and distribute it to the old, weak, sick and disabled around them. In the evening, the poor people light bonfires and gather together to discuss whether tomorrow will be better, as if they were a family, sharing what they have left.

Although Mike didn't do anything extra, it didn't take long for the gangs in the ghetto to oppress the poor people as they had done before, and now they were all united. Although they are still unable to resist, hundreds of people will look at you with cold eyes.

No matter where the errant gang member goes, there will be silence and no one will communicate with him, and this cold violence will soon become unbearable for the gang members.

In just a few days, more and more people gathered outside Mack's house, forming a new gathering area, and the newcomers, who only had to pay a fortune of five dinars, could join the big family.

Boss Polk remembered that morning, at sunrise, the sky was red, and he heard Mike announce in a loud voice like never before to all those gathered around him, "Start today!" The Anthony Greater Port People's Self-Protection Federation was established! The old times will be over! A new era is coming! Created by our hands! ”

He still remembers that with the support of countless people, Mike walked up to his side and asked himself kindly, "Pock, do you have a dream?" ”

"Wheat..." Boss Polk felt that his calves were about to cramp, and he didn't dare to call the man in front of him so casually, but said Mike's full name in a trembling tone: "Dear Mr. Karl Mack Marx, I don't know. ”