"Mr. Oreo is here."

I don't know who spotted Oreo, and there was an exclamation from the crowd, and then the whole crowd gradually came to life.

The prostitutes and thugs in front of the City Patrol stood up from the ground in twos and threes to make way for Oreo.

Because of the stampede, the snow on the ground has melted, but the sky and the earth are still cold to the bones, and I really don't know how this group of people persevered.

With Cuarón with him, Oreo made his way through the crowd with a blank face.

His plan was not like this, but Russell died too early, and the contradictory fuse had to be hastily detonated before it could be laid, which was bound to ignite the fire.

At the end of the crowd was a white snow, a short boundary that divided the guards of the City Patrol and the crowd into two distinct pieces, and it was striking that there were three corpses on the snow.

One of them was a prostitute who had accidentally died during interrogation, and the other two were prostitutes who had frozen to death, and the three were lying upright.

Before coming, Oreo didn't know what it was like to see this scene, but after coming, there was no wave in his heart, it was the calm of the eve of the storm.

Standing in front of the pile of snow, Oreo lowered his head and looked solemn, as if he were praying.

For a moment, he raised his head and whispered.

"Take Constance, Betty, and Juna home."

Hearing this, five or six thugs emerged from the crowd, and then two by two lifted a prostitute and departed through the aisle where Oreo had come.

After a few people left, the crowd moved again, gathering behind Oreo and hugging him.

Cuarón turned and stopped those who were trying to go further.

Climbing the snow, Oreo turned and said in a loud voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this legal aid is payable! For every prostitute you rescue, you're going to pay me three coins!" ”

The crowd was silent for a moment, and everyone exchanged glances, not knowing what they were thinking.

After a while, one of the thugs said in a loud voice.

"Mr. Oreo, I can pay you now!"

The crowd soon erupted, and the noise attracted a number of police officers, who approached with their rifles in their hands, staring warily at the untouchables across the snowdrifts.

Oreo raised his hands and motioned for the people to calm down, and seeing his gesture, the crowd slowly fell silent.

"I'll talk about the money later, I'll solve the matter for everyone first."

Oreo muttered, then turned slowly.

He just wanted the City Patrol Bureau to send someone to talk to him, but at the end of his eyes, Reka had already walked out of the City Patrol Bureau with more than a dozen sheriffs, and everyone was menacing.

Stopping at the end of the snowdrift, Reka held the ground with his pistol and put his hands on it.

"Your Excellency Oreo Plavor, I wonder what you are doing?"

Like Reka, Oreo pulled his cane from his waist, grasped it with one hand, and waved it at Caron.

Cuarón understood, he lowered his head and untied his backpack, and took out a heavy book from it, which was the Turin method.

Sticking his cane into the snow, Oreo picked up the Turin book in his left hand and flipped through the pages.

"Sheriff Reka, I have sent the letter of complaint to the presiding judge of the courthouse, Edgar, on behalf of the people of the back 3rd street, but because the trial process in Turin lasted seven days, and I am worried that the prostitutes will be further persecuted by the City Patrol, I thought it would be better to come and talk to you alone."

"You can talk,"

Reka narrowed her eyes, "But you have to hand over the underground emperor first, not just find someone to fool the City Patrol like you did last time." ”

"I, and everyone in the back three streets, are very curious, since the City Patrol Bureau insists that there is an underground emperor in Turin, then you must know who the underground emperor is, but the strange thing is that you don't know who the underground emperor is, and you want to put the name of this emperor on someone.

There is a sentence that I don't know if you sheriffs have heard, and there is no excuse for the crime of wanting to add, and now we are a group of untouchables who are guilty of wanting to add to it, but we don't understand what is the reason why you big people want to kill us. ”

Flipping through the Turin Method, Oreo glanced at Reka.

"As with the history of the Esikana continent for hundreds of years, in order to survive, the people of the back three streets may act incomprehensibly......"

Kathu interrupted him, he hated the untouchables to the core, he sneered.

"What the are you trying to do, are you trying to snatch people from the City Patrol? If you have a kind, you can try it. ”

"Of course not, I'm here to make sense."

Oreo shook his head and continued.

"On December 24, the City Patrol took away half of the prostitutes on the back third street in the name of tracking down the death of Director Eden, and now three days have passed, I don't know how your case is going, but I know that if this continues, all of these prostitutes will have to die in the City Patrol......

Besides, even if you find out the news, only a small number of people are involved in Eden's death, and the rest of the prostitutes are innocent. ”

With that, Oreo spread his hands and finally added.

"As a lawyer, I can only reassure my neighbors briefly, but it's not a long-term solution."

Reka squinted slightly, and was about to say something, but suddenly he saw Oreo shake his head slightly, and the next moment he felt a hand on his shoulder.

It's Rackmond.

It's cold today, and the Prime Minister is still wearing Eden's pajamas.

Perhaps because he didn't sleep well, Rackmond's already fat face was even more rounded, and the two dark circles under his eyes were like two blurred pieces of ink.

Rackmond looked at Oreo with his hands behind his back, and he felt as if he had seen this man somewhere.

After thinking for a moment, Rackmond frowned.

"You're the one who spoke to the underground emperor? Are you here to negotiate with the City Patrol? ”

Oreo smiled.

"Lord Rackmond, I'm Oreo Pravor, and we met a few days ago.

I'm here today because my neighbors have entrusted me, you know, you don't have a lot of education, so you asked me to intercede with you...... It's time for the City Patrol prostitutes to go home. ”

"Huh,"

Rackmond scoffed, remembering who Oreo was, the beam-jumping clown.

"Whoever ordered you to come, you send me a message to him, if the underground emperor is not eliminated for a day, these prostitutes will not want to leave the city patrol bureau for a day."

To say the same thing again, Oreo felt a headache, but he said anyway.

"Lord Rackmond, may I ask, where did you know the name of this underground emperor?"

It seemed to be a little cold, and Rackmond twisted his neck from side to side.

"Don't pretend to be crazy and stupid, everyone in Turin knows that there is an underground emperor on the back third street."

Oreo shook his head and said as a matter of course.

"It's like everyone in Turin knows that the Prime Minister has six concubines in his family, but that's all rumors, isn't it?"

These words were indeed hilarious on other occasions, but the sheriffs present could not laugh.

Hearing this, Rackmond's face turned pale.

He turned to the side, shook his hand at Reka, and walked away.

"Get him out."

"Lord Rackmond, you should be cold."

Looking at Rackmond's distant back, Oreo said with a blank face.

"But have you ever wondered why the people of Third Street have been standing here for three days, and why they are standing here.

On such a cold day, you bigwigs have to collect heating fees in the back three streets, and without these prostitutes, the bustards can't afford to pay the heating bills, and they can't pay the rent, and if they can't pay anything first, they will have to freeze to death. ”

He paused, then raised his voice.

"As the prime minister of a country, if you let your people die under your nose, won't your conscience hurt?"

Hearing this, Rackmond, who was constantly moving away, finally stopped.

He looked at Oreo with a gloomy gaze and asked.

"Who the hell are you?"

Oreo stared into Rackmond's eyes with the same gaze and said.

"Oreo Pravor."

Rackmond closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then waved his hand.

"Get him out."

"Yes."

Hearing this, Reka pulled the pistol out of the snow and pointed it at Oreo's head.

"Your Excellency Plavor, please get out of here."

Pursing his lips, Oreo whispered.

"I can get out of here, but as I've said before, the people of the back three streets are untouchables, and my neighbors are not as talkative as I am...... Especially after three days of freezing in the snow. ”

"Bang"!

He was answered by a gunshot.

Reka's marksmanship was so accurate that it knocked Oreo's hat off and his hair was even washed away.

With his hair scattered, somehow, such an Oreo looked extremely embarrassed.

He blinked slowly, holding on to the cane.

Just when everyone thought he was leaving, he pulled out the cane with lightning speed, then pointed at Reka's chest, and pulled the trigger almost without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot rang out in the room, but Reka reacted, quickly dodging the shot.

A police sergeant trained at the police academy, he loaded the projectile during the roll, and he got up half-crouched and shot Oreo in the shin.

At such close range, Oreo flew almost backwards, knocking him off the snowdrift and into the cold, dirty water.

Behind him, the people of the back three streets were completely furious, they cursed and cursed, and the huge crowd quickly washed away the police officers.

After so many years of crawling and rolling on the back third street, the thugs quickly subdued the fallen police officers, and then used them as shields to gather into a wall and rush in the direction of the City Patrol.

"What the hell is this doing!"

Totally furious, Rackmond commanded the officers from the City Patrol.

"These lawless pariahs...... Drive out all these untouchables, and if they dare to break into the City Patrol Bureau, they will be killed! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a machete spun out of the crowd and smashed right at Rackmond's feet. It took a while for the old prime minister to understand what had happened.

Before the new machete could fly, Rackmund shuddered and sped into the City Patrol.