On the third day, Turat's nephew, who was looking at the tape he had looked at for an unknown number of times, was alarmed by the sound of an argument, and he poked his head out of the only high-rise building in the camp and asked the people downstairs what had happened. Later, I learned that the amount of feces today was not enough, there was one bucket missing, and according to the agreement, they only had to pay nine yuan, but the employee in charge of the daily settlement did not agree to the other party's request.

If this part of the loss is finally counted in your own account, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Turat's nephew came out of the tower, walked over to the barrel that was not enough, glanced at it, and immediately walked away from the distance and looked disgusted. There was less than a fifth of the excrement in it, and he didn't want to take a second look at the vomiting stuff. Although he is not a real businessman, he has the trait that most rich children have, that is, they do not care much about small money. If his reputation spreads in the West because of a bucket of dung, it is better to kill him.

"Nine dollars is nine dollars, there is no need to quarrel about such trivial matters in the future, just the way it is today!", he walked back to the tower after speaking, and continued to look at the tape that he would not get tired of looking at many times.

Behind him, the young man took out nine dollars and handed it to the camp staff, and asked the bucket of manure to be removed from the wagon, "I won't bring this bucket back......

Soon the bucket of manure was sent to the mine, which already contained a lot of excrement, and after a day of deposition and fermentation, it already had a very special smell. Eventually, the bucket of manure was asked to be taken to the mine, and when the guards watched the slaves place the barrel in the place where the excrement was collected, they immediately left the hellish place. The smell of excrement combined with the rotten smell that is difficult to dissipate in the mine, mixed with the strong body odor, is like a smell hell!

But the guards didn't know that as soon as they left, one of the slaves walked up to the collection place, pushed the planks placed on the barrels away, and jumped down without hesitation in the face of the small half bucket of dung. The splash of feces and the stench didn't make him look uncomfortable, but he saw surprise on his face, and ...... Wish.

"Found it!", he couldn't help but shout in a low voice, and his hands were inserted into the feces to remove a canvas package from it. The man next to him immediately brought him clean water and rinsed his hands and feet and the canvas package. A group of people watched in silence as he cut a hole in the canvas with pieces of rubble, revealing the contents of it, and a kind of ecstasy on their faces all showed up.

The mines of Brewer Bay have been in operation for eleven years, and they are very stable compared to other mines, and the slaves here have accepted the fate goddess's plan for their future after dozens of bloody repressions. Fortunately, Turat's mind is on physical operations, unlike Andorra or Luke, who have the habit of abusing and killing slaves, and the private property guards of these mine owners do not dare to kill at will, so that the living environment of slaves here is much better than in other places.

But no matter how much better, they have all changed from free people to slaves, and they still have in their veins the factors of yearning for freedom, and now, these factors are activated again.

There wasn't really much in the canvas bag, just ten pistols and some bullets, but this was only the first batch. According to the information on the young man's note, he would send no less than a hundred pistols and bullets, which gave the slaves in the camp a chance, a chance to regain their freedom.

At the same time, something is happening in the outside world.

Memnon's attitude towards the mine accident has led to some problems, and he advocates that the cause of the mine accident should be ascertained first, and then the relevant compensation should be made according to the results of the investigation. But some things were not as simple as he thought, and he was able to gain a foothold in the west because the people here were very simple, and they didn't mind supporting a new party that had no roots in the empire as long as it could bring benefits to them. But again, if this new party has harmed their interests, they don't mind showing a more "simple" "opinion" to tell Memnon what the West is.

Now Mennon's head is very painful, because he delayed the time for compensation, which has led to many people in the west now thinking that he is unable to compensate and began to ask him to return the "three guarantees" insurance money he paid at the beginning. This money has long been spent on partisan construction and other places, and those people even demanded that the factories return their workers' funds!

The ordinary working class is making trouble, and the capitalists are also spreading the word, hoping that he can put the matter to rest as soon as possible. Those capitalists naturally laugh when they eat the workers' money, and they can talk about everything, but once they are asked to spit out the money they eat, it is not so easy to talk. They don't care what they say at the beginning, they just need to see the result - the result that does not harm their own interests.

Privately, Memnon had already managed to make phone contact with Mr. Roel, who told him that he knew everything he was doing, and warned him that if he did not stop this frivolous tactic immediately, he would consider getting the judiciary involved. When the time comes, if he finds the slightest evidence, he will hang Mr. Roel on the gallows.

But Memnon's threats were of no use to Mr. Roel, and the man who had been on the verge of bankruptcy in the deception had no way out, and he could not find any chance of keeping what he had but to do so. If he was allowed to go bankrupt, he would rather die, Memnon could not threaten him, and he knew very well that he would be safe if it was big enough for the eyes of many to be on the land.

The investigation team did not save the investigation of the mining disaster, they found the crusher that caused the mining disaster when they excavated and cleaned up the body, the crusher almost completely exploded, and the crusher manufacturer also sent a special person to do the identification, and the final result was that the powder of the stone was mixed with the lubricating oil of the linkage rod, which created great resistance to the movement, causing the pressure in the reactor chamber to be too high, and finally led to the explosion. Whether the explosion can cause the mine to collapse is a question for others.

There is no reasonable way to avoid this astronomical compensation, and Memnon has not many options, he has considered paying the money to calm the turmoil as soon as possible, but doing so is tantamount to giving a wake-up call to the owners of the mines who are also on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, and there is a huge ATM waiting for them in the west.

What is even more troublesome is that the money is ostensibly not for Roel at all, but for the families of the three hundred and one victims of the mining disaster, and Memnon has no authority to continue to withhold this part of the compensation if he cannot find any evidence. But he just doesn't want to, you know that the other party is cheating on your money, but you have no other way than to bear all the losses, that feeling is very bad.

This bad feeling reached its peak on Wednesday morning, when Roel actually gathered the families of the victims, organized the march of these people without declaration, and invited many newspaper and magazine reporters to take pictures and interview them at the scene.

"Let Roel disperse the people and let him come and talk to me, and we may be able to find a mutually satisfactory way to end this farce!", Memnon, who was standing by the window, gazed out the window at Roel, who was standing at the front of the crowd holding a banner, and said this sentence through gritted teeth. He intends to end this farce at a price of two million, which is 400,000 less than the actual compensation, and he believes that Roel must have done something in this disaster, otherwise it would be impossible for there to be close to 300 local miners in the mine, which is contrary to common sense.

Soon a town hall staff member approached Roel's side and said something, and Roel immediately looked at the first window on the left side of the third floor of the town hall, and he could see a silhouette standing behind the window, which he knew was Memnon. He nodded, handed the banner in his hand to the people next to him, and said something, and those who shouted slogans gradually quieted down, and Roel began to walk towards the town hall.

Just as Roel left the crowd, suddenly there was a roar at the corner of the street, four trucks approached quickly, and there was a brief commotion in the crowd. Roel angrily looked at the city hall staff member in front of him, and before he could say anything, the staff member pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger on Roel's chest.

Standing on the third floor, Mennon's eyes widened, and he turned around and ran towards the door after a spirit, his speed was already very fast, but it was still not as fast as the bullet.

A large crowd jumped out of the truck, armed with automated weapons in their hands, and pulled the trigger directly at the marching crowd. The entire outside of the town hall was like hell, full of bullets flying and ordinary people screaming in pools of blood.

The killing lasted less than three minutes, and four trucks carrying the masked gunmen left the city center, and when Memnon ran out of the gates of the town hall, he felt the world spin and his eyes darkened.

The streets were full of injured people, and the blood gathered together and slowly flowed to the low-lying places, accumulating into small pools of blood, the smell of blood rose to the sky, and the screams were endless.

He swore that it was definitely not arranged by him, and he did not even think that there would be such a situation.

The flashing lights on the side of the road kept turning on, and the twisted and hideous smiles of the reporters whose faces were splattered with blood made Memnon react quickly, and he pointed at the reporters and shouted loudly, "Quick, control them, destroy all their negatives!"

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