Society is a huge collective composed of people, and everyone is a tiny cell that makes up society, and a terrible riot is like a malignant infectious disease in the human body, which can infect the normal cells it encounters into viruses that destroy the social body, and completely break the social order in an instant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The kind of mental fear brought by the 'red tide', which is always worried about life;

All kinds of troubles encountered in ordinary life, such as further education, employment, love, etc.;

For a long time, because of the setbacks in life, the negative emotions accumulated in my heart... After all this pressure got out of control, it wreaked havoc in the hearts of many ordinary people who seemed to be at peace and honest yesterday, destroying their rationality and inexplicably turning them into rioters.

Zhang Longchu moved quickly and walked through the streets and alleys of the suburbs of Seoul like a ghost, looking at these cars as far as his eyes could see, either by shooting with firearms, or by smashing with iron rods and wooden sticks, and by lighting them with Molotov cocktails;

using all kinds of violent methods to break down the doors of the shops on both sides of the road and rob them;

The general public, who wantonly insulted and even attacked all the dissuasioners, and frantically vented their dissatisfaction, couldn't help but show a hint of a smile on their faces.

"What kind of little China, the country of etiquette in East Asia, the pressure of life exceeds the limit of patience, and when you are extremely hungry and afraid, don't you also set fire and rob like crazy," Standing in the increasingly heavy rain, he thought silently in his heart: "It seems that the South Korean government has overestimated the quality of its own people, and some time ago it even imposed a gun ban, and now it is going to reap the consequences." ”

And just as he was thinking, the large anti-riot armored vehicles of the Seoul Police Department appeared on the streets of the suburbs one after another.

Soon, hundreds of riot policemen wearing half-section protective armor, armed with riot shields in one hand and long-handled rubber rods in the other, ran out of the armored vehicles that had stopped urgently, lined up on the wall, blocked in front of their peers armed with gas guns to form a phalanx, and then rushed towards the rioters with neat steps.

Although this kind of anti-riot measure seems very simple, it is the most effective method that has been proven in practice countless times over thousands of years, after all, under normal circumstances, because the vast majority of rioters are transformed from the dazed general public.

When they gather together to invade ordinary people, because of the herd mentality and long-term repression, they may commit all kinds of evil crimes that are more excessive than those of the real gang members, but when faced with a large police force, the psychological quality is far less strong than that of professional criminals, and it is easy to disperse them if they show enough deterrence.

Then, when the incident subsided, they could be arrested separately without any danger, and the events that followed were exactly as follows, as the rioters choked on tears from the tear gas fired from the gas guns and coughed so much that they could barely stand.

Immediately afterwards, in the face of the continuous advance of the shield and the waving rubber sticks, except for a very few who dared to provoke the anti-riot team and threw stones and Molotov cocktails, most of the rest were beaten back to their original form in a blink of an eye, regained their senses, and began to flee in all directions.

Seeing that the riot of the whole street was about to be suppressed, an accident suddenly happened, and I don't know whether it was due to too much anger or a really unrepentant antisocial mentality, a young man who was concentrated in his head by a rubber rod and fell to the ground suddenly fell back on his stomach in the smoke of gas on the bloody side;

While shouting, "You guys live with the taxes we donate, but you protect those entrepreneurs, tycoons, and corrupt officials who oppress us, Lao Tzu fights with you!" Picking up a laser emitter from the ground, he stood up and shot frantically at the police team.

Originally, with the power of the low-frequency laser gun held by the man, it was not enough to penetrate the shields and armor of the riot police, but the social order in Seoul has been orderly for a long time, and there have been no large-scale riots for hundreds of years.

Seeing this scene, the young man who shot the gun laughed even more rampantly and shouted: "Afraid, you dogs, I know that you tax thieves are paper tigers, and they will be torn apart." After that, he kept shooting;

While shouting hoarsely at the fleeing thugs: "Everyone has weapons, don't be afraid of these policemen, break them up, let those damned entrepreneurs and politicians know what the consequences are if the people can't live, otherwise, our life will never be easy, we can't even eat in the morning and evening, and we will be starved to death..."

At such a delicate moment, the fleeing rioters heard the demagogic incitement of their accomplices, and saw the cowardly reaction of the police, their minds suddenly changed violently, and finally the second and third bundles... Lasers, bullets fired at the police phalanx.

"The situation is really out of control, I just said that I shouldn't shoot a ban, and now at least the prime minister of South Korea has to resign." Seeing that the riot that was about to be ended escalated into a gunfight between police and bandits, Zhang Longchu, who was hiding behind a telephone pole against the wall in the distance, muttered to himself, stimulated the spiritual power of his body, jumped up, and disappeared into the rain.

After a general understanding of the extent of the riot, he hid back at home, and did nothing to collect and analyze the news about the riot on the Internet, killing a day and a night, and waited until the next morning, after the rain, the sky was clear, and suddenly received a call from Zhang Wuzhou, "Haisheng, good morning, where are you?" ”

"Of course it's at home, there were gunshots everywhere all day yesterday, and I don't want to embarrass those poor worms who have become gangsters because they are too poor," Zhang Longchu pouted: "I don't want to be robbed by them, so I can only stay at home, what's the matter?" ”

"Director Zhang of the TBT News Department just contacted me and said that the interview with the Red Guoren that was scheduled before will start recording at 7 o'clock tonight, so let's get ready." Zhang Wuzhou's voice said with a hint of sleepiness.

"Recording starts today," the voice landed, Zhang Longchu couldn't help frowning and said: "What are you doing in such a hurry, it has been postponed 5 or 6 times, and suddenly you are in such a hurry to record, is there something wrong with the TV station?" ”

"This is all the tacit understanding between the old giant media group and the government," Zhang Wuzhou sighed and explained: "Whenever there is a major scandal, TV stations and Internet companies will throw out a piece of gossip that may have been grasped for a long time to attract the attention of the people."

There was such a serious riot in Seoul yesterday, and no matter how popular the celebrity broke the news, it became less powerful, and only this kind of official figures involving other high-level civilization main planes, exaggeratedly, may affect everyone's vital interests, future and destiny, can dilute the impact.

That's why pressure was exerted from all sides, and in the shortest possible time, the visit was arranged. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Longchu was slightly stunned and said: "So that's the case, you can see the hidden truth behind this, and you have grown a lot, Brother Wuzhou." ”

"You kid, don't talk to your brother so old-fashioned," Zhang Wuzhou said angrily: "I'll pick you up later, show you the questions sent by the director, have breakfast together by the way, and then go to communicate with Zhao Xuanshi, wait for me." ”

"No need, I'd better go find you, so it's safer for you." Zhang Longchu thought for a while.

Hearing this, Zhang Wuzhou seemed to have hurt his self-esteem, and said unconvinced: "Boy, don't be too proud because you have extraordinary strength, your eldest brother and I were also a good hand in the army's special operations battalion when I was a soldier before...", but before he finished speaking, Zhang Longchu had already hung up the phone.

The temperature outside was a little cold, and although the drizzle had stopped, the rain clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed, and the sky was a little dark.

Driving his own luxury SUV, which is not usually used, driving on the empty streets of the suburbs of Seoul, many cranes to remove the wreckage of burned cars on the side of the road, and sweepers cleaning bloodstains broke into Zhang Longchu's eyes, showing the unfinished aftermath of yesterday's riots.

After crossing several blocks and approaching the city center, a barricade set up by the police blocked his way, and every car that wanted to pass was questioned and randomly checked by the police, and from time to time someone was denied access or even taken away.

Fortunately, Zhang Longchu has an amazing reputation in South Korea, and when it was his turn to inspect the car, he just lowered the window and showed his face, and he was recognized, and he passed the customs smoothly without any difficulty, and drove into the prosperous area of Jiangnan.

A road more than 20 meters long separates two different worlds.

After entering the central commercial district with an expensive land price such as Zayating, pedestrians have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, hanging high on the top of the skyscraper on the huge billboard that never stops for 24 hours, still flashing with the glamorous image of the star, and the scene of singing and dancing everywhere.

Ten minutes later, picking up Zhang Wuzhou in front of a noble apartment building in the middle of Qingdam-dong, Zhang Longchu restarted the car, casually found a rice-style fast food restaurant, and walked in with the agent.

"If you want something, Haisheng, you're welcome, since you are here to pick me up today, then I will treat you to breakfast." Queuing up to the counter, Zhang Wuzhou turned his head and asked in a proud whisper.

"Brother Wuzhou, the most expensive set meal here is only 18,000 won, but you speak in a tone that seems to invite me to a full Wagyu meal, which is really generous." Hearing this, Zhang Longchu, who was wearing a baseball cap on his head and a pair of wide-brimmed sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, pouted and looked at the menu, and whispered, "I want a chicken leg meal from Overlord Castle." ”

When the words landed, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang, Zhang Longchu took out the phone and looked at the screen, turned around and walked to the nearest double booth to himself, sat down, connected the mobile phone and said in a flat tone: "Good morning, Miss Jin, is there anything wrong with me so early?" ”