Budi was not physically restrained, he took a sip of his wine glass, how pleasant is it to be able to drink in a cold cell in winter? In Willis, there is basically no market for fruit wine, and only high-quality wine is a necessity for people's lives!

The police chief's smile was a little cold, he slapped one hand on the table, and stared at Budi fiercely, "You mean we're not friends?"

Budi grabbed a handful of minced fish pieces and threw them into his mouth and refused twice, shaking his head with a smile, "You are the police chief, I don't have the ability to cling to you!"

In the next second, the police chief overturned the table, and the wine and food on the table spilled on Budi's hair, face, and body. He kicked the table and slammed Budi against the foot of the bed, "One last chance for you, you know, I don't like to be rough!"

It's not that the chief of police is talking nonsense, he really doesn't like to punish prisoners, he is a local, he has lived here for more than forty years, and the city of Willis says that it is not big or small, maybe the people he catches will know him, or know his family. No matter how much the suspect's family or relatives know him or his family, they can't avoid the human favor back and forth. So if he can't take measures, he will try not to take measures, which has given him a good reputation locally.

Over time, his character has been clearly grasped, and it will be over to apologize for a little thing and make up for the victim's loss.

But doesn't this mean that he doesn't have a "brutal" side, doing police work, and having no deterrent power to become the chief of police?

Seeing that Budi was silent, he immediately took the baton off his waist and slammed it into Budi's injured arm. The stick hit so hard that Budi felt that his arm, which had already hurt his bones, should be broken. He gritted his teeth and resisted the intense pain, and his eyes became a little calm. He didn't speak, but bared his teeth into a twisted grin, gasping for air, and foam spurting out of his mouth as he breathed.

His gums were broken several times, the pain of the fracture was unimaginable, and he didn't care at all when he saw that his arm, which had been smashed by the police chief, began to swell and ache. The muscles on his face began to tremble slightly, and it took a while before he spit out a sentence, "You have the ability to kill me, come, right here, if you don't kill me today, I will only look down on you!", he remembered the letter that Durin had given him.

He didn't know how to read, but he had a young man who could read, and when the young man read what Durin had written, he trembled! He even memorized it, which was a very difficult task for a man in his forties who had not gone to school. But he memorized it smoothly, and at this moment, this paragraph suddenly came to his mind-

Death is the best way to gain the respect of others, whether it is the death of others or the death of oneself, you can get the respect of others, even fear. The Gualts have been silent for too long, we need blood, we need death, we need blood. Today we can choose to continue to live as we did before, but what about our children? What about our descendants? As generations choose to surrender, we will eventually lose our proud past.

And all the humiliation we bear today will become their "past", their "habit", and make them think that living on their knees is all that the Guartes are all about. If the descendants of the kings and gods are to endure all this for generations to come, then please let me, and you, and many more Guartes who are determined to change it all, be the pioneers, and water this flower called resistance with our blood and our deaths, and let it bloom with beautiful brilliance.

One day, people will stand in front of our graves, point to our tombstones and tell their children that a long time ago, in order to fight for fairness, to fight for happiness, to take back everything that belongs to us, with blood and tenacity, there was a belief called equality.

And this is the purpose of everything we do, so that all people of the same race can live in this world equally, there will be no more discrimination, no more humiliation, we will bask in the sunshine until eternity!

At this time, Budi's eyes began to redden, like a wounded coyote blocked somewhere by a hunter, and an indescribable wildness filled Budi's eyes. He didn't resist, he didn't struggle, he just stared at the police chief, "Come, kill me, there's a kind of shot coming here!", he tapped his finger at his eyebrows, "Come on, hurry up, I can't wait." The kings and the gods are already summoning me back to the place where heroes return, satisfy me!"

His last three words were almost shouted, looking at the police chief's somewhat withdrawn eyes, Budi spit a mouthful of bloody spit on the police chief's body, the sneering smile pierced the police chief's heart, he threw away his baton and pulled out his pistol, and pointed the butt at Budi's head, the sharp corner of the butt pierced the skin on Budi's forehead, and blood suddenly flowed out.

He put the muzzle of his gun to Budy's head and roared as well, "Bastard, do you think I wouldn't dare?"

Budi looked sarcastic, and he suddenly realized that when he hardened, even the chief of police chose to back down, which made him understand where Durin's courage came from. People are afraid of fearless things, but some sacrifices are meaningful and some are meaningless. When a person dies for an ideal, stirs up the wrath of his fellow citizens through his own sacrifice, and drives away the shackles in their hearts, then such a death is sacred.

The Ogdins are far from being as great and determined as they themselves imagined!

His face showed a smile that seemed to be a pilgrimage, the wrinkles on his face became softened, and he hummed the war song of the former king, and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing Budi like this, the police chief suddenly realized something, he withdrew his pistol, inserted it into the holster, also let go of his foot, straightened his clothes and hastily ended the questioning, leaving the word "madman" behind as he left.

Crazy?

Perhaps, as the door to the detention cell was closed, the police chief heard Budyna's out-of-tune laughter. The corners of his eyes twitched, and the problem seemed to be more troublesome! He realized that Budy might not just be a new moonshiner agent, there must be something else in there that he didn't know.

He was timid in that moment, and he knew that if he pulled the trigger, this old fellow Budi would be finished. But he also realizes that Budi may not be the only one who is crazy......

This made his scalp tingle!

This damn bastard!

Three days passed, and the assassination seemed to have stopped, as if it had never happened, and the gunshots that had been so common in the streets during this time were no longer audible, and people were back in the streets, discussing recent events.

But for anything, someone needs to give an explanation, and several unimportant members of the Mountain Wolf Gang cried and shouted that they would go to jail, and the police chief arrested them and placed the charges on their heads. When the city hall asked him what he meant, he was silent for a while, and then laughed helplessly, perhaps, the world is going to change something.

On the day Budi left the police station, there were more than a dozen cars parked in front of the police station, and many young Gualts looked at Budi with blazing eyes like heroes who greeted them. Budi smiled and walked down the steps, and as he was about to go back, he glanced up at the easternmost window on the third floor of the police station, where the chief of police flashed away.

In this battle, the Guartes won, and Budi also understood what Durin said, if you don't fight, why should others give you respect and equality? If you give up your dignity yourself, you have to pick it up with your own hands!

More than a dozen cars openly left the door of the police station at the same time, and what Budi didn't know was that during the time he was in the detention cell, Durin frantically swept everyone who had anything to do with the Mountain Wolf Gang, and almost wiped out the Mountain Wolf Gang. And it is his approach that has aroused the yearning and bloodiness of more young people in Guart. As they walk down the street, they can already feel that there is no longer a look of disdain, contempt and contempt in the eyes of the people looking at them, but a kind of fear!

Someone asked Doolin, is this good?

Doolin's answer is simple, would you rather let others spit on your dignity and slap you, or would you rather fear you even if they hate you in their hearts?

The man thought for a moment and chose the latter.

It's not a choice of one person, it's a race of choices.

If you can't accept us equally, then hate us with hatred and fear us!

Valiant warriors will never be respected by others, only the scalp on their belts and the blood on their bodies can make them cheer!

Back in the basement, Durin had a doctor called, as something was clearly wrong with Budi's arm, and more blood was oozing.

When the doctor examined Budi, Budi didn't care at all, and even talked and laughed with Durin. He glanced at his arm, which was already a little numb, looked at the compatriots around him who were full of caring eyes, and said with a smile: "I think it's worth it to exchange one arm for everything today." I used to think that I should trade more important things for all this, but you did so well that you didn't give me that chance. ”

"If I really did that, do you say that I will become an immortal legend like the heroic heroes of the previous kings?"

Durin nodded vigorously, "Yes, we all will!"