Outbreak of Conflict (1)

Sergeant Sith sat intently at his desk, flipping through the papers on his desk with one hand and signing his name at the end of the papers with a pen in the other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He stopped, gently put down the pen in his hand, then slowly stood up, stretched his arms in place, moved his arms back and forth, left and right, wandering his gaze, and finally stopped at the "Criminal Behavior" placed on the desk. He picked up the thick book and simply flipped a few pages, then casually threw it aside, muttering to himself: "Ahem, now, who likes to seriously specialize in business!" People like to franchise everywhere, like sycophants, life is like a play, and there is a life of comedy and tragedy in and out of the play. Learning to deal with interpersonal relationships is more important than anything else, especially the relationship between superiors and subordinates, which is the most important thing. Whether the work is done well or not is a matter of the leader's words! ”

Sheriff Sith was pacing back and forth in the office as he pondered, when suddenly, he slapped himself on the forehead and said in annoyance, "Oh, look at my memory, I almost forgot one of the most important things!" Today, Henderson, the commissioner of the General Administration, is coming here to inspect the work, and I must do everything possible to satisfy him, and then he can give me a few kind words in front of the leaders of the General Administration. The people around the leader play a great role, and wives, mistresses, secretaries, and drivers are all key targets. The commissioners of the leader should not be careless, because they are the confidants and mouthpieces of the leader, and I really can't afford to offend such people! ”

Sergeant Sith held his chin and blinked vigorously as he began to meditate. His eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh, by the way, I can bribe him!" Who doesn't love money? Who doesn't like to listen to flattery? Find a nightclub to watch the passion show first, and then find a few beautiful chicks to accompany the drink, and start a series of public relations, like playing a series of beautiful combination punches. As the saying goes, 'heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass', I don't believe that anyone can not eat the fireworks of the world, and can be 'righteous and awe-inspiring' for the rest of their lives. Public relations contains a profound philosophy of life, as long as you have a good grasp of proportion, you can make yourself soar! ”

Thinking of this, Sergeant Sith unconsciously crept up the corners of his mouth with a sly smile. He lowered his head, took a cigar from his jacket pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it carelessly with a lighter, and inhaled it violently, feeling that his whole body was immediately much more refreshed......

The communicator on the desk suddenly kept screaming, and a series of dripping sounds made people upset. Sergeant Sith impatiently grabbed the communicator and shouted angrily, "What a noise! My good mood has been ruined by you! Didn't I tell you not to disturb me without an emergency! ”

There was a hurried call from the communicator: "Report...... Tell! Sith Sheriff! I am Police Officer Petrov, and on Rue de Vincennes Carter, there are many homeless people who have gathered illegally, shouting slogans all the way and rushing in the direction of Avenue Fillon. Do a handful of militants among them disperse them by setting fires along the way, burning cars, robbing shops, banks, and at the same time looting all roadside fast food restaurants? Please do your best...... Exhaust...... Instructions! Petrov said nervously, holding the communicator.

The picture on the communicator suddenly switches to the intersection of Avenue Fillon, where the crowd of protesters holding placards is overwhelmingly coming from a distance, and the sound of shouting is devastating, echoing between the buildings and resounding throughout the clouds. A few people stood at the front of the line shouting loud slogans, and many more raised their angry fists and waved them overhead. The placard reads in crooked lettering: "Bread! To work! To survive! ”

A hoarse voice roared in the crowd: "Who has stretched out the black hand of sin to us!" Who lives a life of luxury all day long without work! Who made us drift away in the miserable wind and rain, but hung a charitable face all day long! Think about it, comrades, what are the people in power who are in power to protect the rights of workers do? They are in cahoots with the shameless capitalists, tearing off all their masks, oh, they are all greedy vampires! You must know that the anger hidden in the bottom of your heart will one day erupt like a volcano, and you must know that thousands of years of indifference and ruthless plunder have made it impossible for us to live! They are mercilessly oppressing us, without pity, without sympathy, all out of the depravity of human nature! We can't be poorer anymore, we can't live any more miserable, but we are still enduring their inhuman abuse and abuse! No, no, this can't go on any longer! Comrades, act now, tear down this dark castle and give the world light! We can't afford to be ravaged forever! You know, it all stems from merciless sin! Quick, raise your right hands and smash them down, now we have to use our own strength to nail them firmly to the dark winter bed! Just them, shameful scum, repent on the gallows! We don't want to live in such misery again! We want freedom, we want liberation, we want the dignity of living, come, we all stand up together, choose to fight together, we are the vast majority, they are only a few! ”

The man walked at the front of the line with a pale face, waving his arms and shouting loudly, the anger in his eyes burning like flames. Behind him, more people stood up bravely, arm in arm. The waving arms merged into the ocean, and the shouts of the people were surging in the sea, getting louder and louder, passing through the sky like a storm: "The eight-hour work week turned out to be an empty word!" What do you do with the benefits and bonuses? Relief funds and disaster relief funds are embezzled, do you still have a conscience? All privileges ultimately have only one purpose, which is to plunder the people at will! To bread, to work, to survive! Be free, be liberated, but don't be cold-hearted! Down with all privileges! Down with the evil capitalists! Down with the dictator who tramples on the will of the people! "The fire of anger erupted like a volcano, gushing from the bottom of the oppressive heart, and the fire and smoke swirled in the air.

Sergeant Sith frowned, with a pair of piercing eyes, staring at the angry crowd in the frame. He raised his fist and slammed it on the desk fiercely, while his lips trembled and he shouted, "It's so unusual! This gang of thugs actually wants to rebel! It's a dream! Anyone who disrupts social order should be punished! Don't think the police eat for nothing! ”

Sergeant Sith yelled at Petrov: "Don't go near the angry crowd, keep watching, and report to me as soon as there is a new situation!" ”

"Yes, Mr. Sheriff, I will never go near the thugs, they all took the wrong medicine, they are shouting and screaming with red eyes, and they are extremely excited, and everyone on the street is crazy now!" Petrov saluted Sergeant Sith with a serious expression, then slipped through the smoke and ran to a nearby building to avoid the crowd that was pouring in like a tidal wave.

Sergeant Sith saw Petrov's embarrassed appearance in the surveillance video, and let out a long sigh: "Hey, Petrov, coward! Knowing how to sneak away when you encounter a dangerous situation, is this still like a policeman? Smoking, drinking, and sleeping at work will always find you! Be careful that I fire you! ”

Sergeant Sith had a solemn and deep expression on his face, his eyes were like flickering lights, he grabbed the communicator and quickly pressed the communication button, "Hey, is it the General Bureau?" I'm Sheriff Sith, I have a lot of demonstrations here, the situation is close to getting out of control, please instruct as soon as possible! ”

A cold voice came from the other side of the microphone, "Send armed special police to suppress it, and restore social order at all costs!" If the riots continue to spread, you sheriff won't have to do it anymore! ”

Sheriff Sith replied loudly, "Yes, understood!" Restore social order at all costs! Definitely not let the leadership of the General Administration down! ”

The short call was murderous, and the other party hung up the call, followed by a busy tone, and then there was a deathly silence. Sergeant Sith guessed from what he had just said, and he would do whatever it took to do whatever was necessary, regardless of whether the mob lived or died. He slammed open the door to his office and shouted to his secretary, Ms. GLP, "Get me SWAT Captain Lawrence, I have an important task to give him!" ”

Ms. Pross went out for a moment and led a large man in his police uniform with a scar on the right side of his face to the sheriff's office - this was Captain Lawrence. The door opened, and Lawrence walked in with his shoulders crossed, standing in front of Sheriff Sith.

"Oh, please be seated, I have an important matter for you. On Vinson Carter Street there is a group of rioters, each of whom is an extremely insidious terrorist. Your mission is to use all means to disperse them and bring to justice the culprits who are leading the trouble, understand? ”

"Understand, if anyone disobeys, immediately break his neck. It's an exciting thing, you don't have to tell me carefully, I know how to do it! Lawrence tilted his shoulders and said nonchalantly with a big grin.

Sergeant Sith pressed his chin against his chin and squinted his eyes and looked Lawrence up and down with an appreciative gaze, "Very well, let's do it now!" I'm here waiting for your good news! As long as you do a good job, I won't treat you badly! ”

Lawrence got up from his chair, gave a standard military salute, and slammed out of the office with a brisk pace.

Sergeant Sith looked at Lawrence's back in the distance and sighed, "It's still the same, since I met you at the police academy, you have never changed like a stubborn stone." Often fighting, slashing other people's arteries with knives, his rude character has never been tamed, and only I can control him. Because I like to use my brain to think about problems, I'm smarter than everyone else, and that's the real reason why I'm always the boss and he's always just a thug. (To be continued.) )