For the brightly lit Night City, tonight is destined to be a noisy sleepless night.

Dressed in tactical suits, riot helmets, and heavily armed sheriffs, in groups of six, swept through the streets, kicking through dilapidated shack after shack, gun-picked and yelling in, and after a dense burst of gunfire, the houses fell silent.

Sickle Street in the slums of Night City, the muddy and dirty streets are filled with the smell of dung, the warm light of the streetlamps has faded into darkness, and the dilapidated shacks on both sides of the street are flashing with numb or frightened eyes.

Awakened by the sound of gunfire, the workers were terrified but overwhelmed, and could only lie on their stomachs at the windows, shivering as the sheriff's six-man squad approached them.

Should you rush out

Such questions arose in the minds of some workers, but not many dared to try this idea, after all, people have a fluke mentality, just like some people always think that they can change their lives with a single order, and they will definitely ship, when these sheriffs have not kicked open their own sheds, the workers must believe that they are the luckiest lucky ones.

However, this question did not linger in their minds for long, and soon someone made a demonstration for them.

Under the watchful eye of the residents of Sickle Street, the sheriff's sweeping team dealt with the owner of a house and walked to the adjacent shack, but before they could kick it open and rush in, the door opened on its own, and a figure stumbled out of it, kneeling down with weak legs.

I don't know anything, please, Sheriff! Please leave me alone!

The worker fell to his knees in the filthy mud, his head kowtowing like garlic, and the rotten mud was scattered everywhere, and the filthy muddy water smeared his face.

The sheriffs, however, remained indifferent, and one of the sheriffs raised his gun at him, loaded his gun, and shouted loudly.

Stop it! Get on your knees with your head in your hands! Don't move!

Be! Be! Your Excellency the Sheriff! The workers hurriedly clasped their hands on their heads as requested, still maintaining a kneeling position, curled up and buried their foreheads deep in the mud, not even daring to raise their heads to look at the tips of the sheriffs.

It looks like a bug lying on its stomach in the mud.

Humble and lowly.

The sheriff looked at the worker kneeling on the ground and frowned in disgust: Have you ever participated in the operation of the Axis Regiment?

No! No! I didn't do anything! I don't know anything! It's true!

The workers were frightened and excited, and they were a little incoherent.

Click!

There was a crisp sound of loading overhead, and the worker was like a duck pinched by the neck, and the words stopped abruptly, and he only felt that a thousand words seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he wanted to say them, but his muscles were so stiff that he couldn't utter a single syllable.

The workers are well aware of one thing

If you talk more, you may die.

But as soon as he realized it, he felt the back of his head sink and his whole face buried in the mud, making him almost suffocate.

Untouchables! We don't want to hear your arguments!

The sheriff's voice came from above.

That's how all the anti-human criminals of the Axis Regiment quibble!

The worker only felt his head dizzy, and the concussion of being stepped on the back of his head had not yet subsided, and he felt the foot on the back of his head writhing, crushing his face and burying it deeper into the mud.

Now I'll ask you again.

When did you participate in the operation of the Axis Regiment? And how many people around you are involved in the operation of the Axis regiment?

Say!

Say it!

Our patience is limited!

How many times have you been involved in the operations of the Axis Regiment?

How many people have you led to participate in this evil anti-human activity?

How many strikes have you organized?

There is no doubt that there is no room for justification, and the persecution of the sheriffs has made the workers more and more confused.

Their tone of conviction, as if they had concluded that he was a member of the Axis Regiment.

He began to be confused, began to think, began to doubt.

Of course, he had never participated in the activities organized by the Axis Regiment, and he had not even participated in the previous charity activities, but under the intense and continuous questioning of the magistrates, the reluctant workers began to wonder if they had really participated in the anti-human activities of the Axis Regiment.

Maybe maybe I really organized and participated in anti-human activities? It's just that I forgot?

Another untouchable who will not admit it, let's execute it.

At this time, the sheriff, who sounded like the person in the six-person group, looked at the worker who had not answered for a long time, shook his head in disappointment.

The worker's spirit was already tense under the urgent questioning, and the sound of pulling the bolt safe in his ears pulled his psychological pressure to the highest level for a moment, and then he felt as if something was being cut off in his head.

The moment when the string in my head is completely broken.

What little sanity he had had collapsed.

No! No! The worker cried out in horror, ignoring his face being trampled in the mud, ignoring the obedience, and let out a muffled cry out loud, I said! I say! I say it all! I participated in the anti-human operation of the Axis Regiment!

Several sheriffs looked at each other and nodded in satisfaction.

They went to such great lengths to make such a fuss in the streets, just to make an example of the chickens and monkeys, just to show the untouchables who were hiding in the shacks.

There are so many untouchables on this street, but there are only six of them, and if they are allowed to search like this, they may not be able to solve it until tomorrow night.

So we have to use some extraordinary means.

Then the sheriff who stepped on his head let go of his foot, and his voice was cold: "Tell me in detail, what have you done, how many anti-human operations have you organized, and how many people have participated in the anti-human operations of the Axis Regiment?

Don't think you can fool us!

The worker was so frightened that he trembled like chaff and spoke.

I, I, I have organized two anti-human actions, both of which were strikes

His mind went blank, and in a daze, he made up a trumped-up charge for himself.

Two strikes! The sheriff raised his voice, shaking his body in fright, and then more questions came flooding the sky, when exactly? How many people participated? Who are those involved? Where do they all live?

I, the worker, racked my brains and thought, it was yesterday afternoon, we personally, and once yesterday oh no, it was today, and among the dozen or so people we participated, some were my co-workers, and some were people who lived nearby

Yesterday afternoon, I organized individuals to participate in the strike, they were all my colleagues, I found them one by one, and I dragged them along with the strike

This morning, I organized a strike with a few more people, all neighbors, two of whom have been executed by the sheriffs, and a few of whom live

At first, the worker spoke upside down, with no preface and no logic, and at first he knew that it was a nonsense that had just been made up, but under his hypnotic repetition of the narrative, his words gradually became fluent.

And the sheriffs were very satisfied with his bells and whistles and made up a bunch of nonsense that even they believed.

With such a model, the next step is easy to do.

What else is not to be said? Hurry up and say it! Don't hide it! The sheriff's shouts came again, how did you join the Axis Regiment? How many people have you brought into the Axis regiment? What are you going to do next?.

Yes! Yes! There is nothing to say! I was also forced to join the Axis Regiment! Yes, it's Ah Cha! That Ah Cha, he broadcasts those anti-human content on the radio every day. The workers are already in a state of madness, and they have completely ignored it in order to survive, and they can say whatever they want, and there is that dog, he, he has put a spell on what he eats, and he has controlled me! And my neighbor, who was sent by the Axis Regiment to spy on me

Very good, I like your honesty a lot. peace

The officer's voice eased the worker's tense spirit, but what he said next made the latter even more ecstatic, and now, I want to give you a chance to make amends and help us find those who are trying to oppose humanity, and find out the anti-humans who belong to the Axis group.

Be! I'm more than willing to help the sheriff find out those abominable anti-humans! The worker immediately responded excitedly.

This worker was only the beginning, after storming several shacks and shooting several workers, several more workers took the initiative to open the door, knelt down and begged for mercy, and then, under a series of pressures, confessed their guilt, and ignited a frenzy of atonement to persecute other workers more and more frantically.

Soon, the workers formed a menacing group of menacing small groups, strolling across the muddy streets, storming into shack after shack, pulling the workers out to be violently beaten and interrogated, leaving them with often only two paths.

Or join this increasingly fanatical, violent, and uncontrolled rabble.

Either or die.

Watching the rabble begin to take their place and persecute their own people, helping them hunt down and kill the stubborn members of the Axis Regiment, the sheriff's squad leader felt like a genius.

The rest is up to these untouchables to do for us.

He looked at the workers who had already been organized, smiled, and then turned to look at a few of his teammates.

Okay, shall we go take a break for a while, or will we go and search for a few more?

Let's search a few more, search a few more, and you'll be able to drink a few more times this month. One of the sheriffs proposed, and his opinion was quickly agreed upon by all the sheriffs.

The night continued, and an uncontrolled flame had been quietly ignited in the long night.