[Dawn 152 October 3, near night]

【Intersection of Huoyao Road and Xingyue Road, Hubin Business District】

A car was stopped by a security patrol car.

The driver's name is Freeman, followed by his wife Karin, and their youngest son, Reggie, who is 8 years old.

All three of them wore black nameplates, typical of border immigrants.

Freeman and Karin had lived in the inner city for eight years, immigrating the year their child was pregnant.

Just handling the identity almost exhausted half of their life savings, and they could only live in a tent under the bridge for a long time.

But the two never regretted this decision.

Poverty can be endured in silence, at least there is a chance to struggle.

The last thing they want is for a child to grow up in a dirty and chaotic environment, grow up to be the kind of thug who runs Mohican's head, goes out every day, and then hears that he has been shot in the street and has his skull ripped off.

At this time, Freeman and Karin are being questioned by the sheriff.

Cause?

Unimportant.

Maybe the car didn't drive straight.

Maybe it's a slow start when waiting for the traffic light.

Maybe there's no reason for it, it's just that the sheriff wants to make a KPI for them, or just look at them unpleasantly.

Freeman and Karin stood on the side of the road, their hands on the wall, searched like prisoners by two sheriffs, one tall and one short.

Reggie stood aside, looking at his parents at a loss, not understanding why Uncle Sheriff was doing this to them.

Freeman didn't ask, he didn't argue, he knew it was useless.

In the past eight years, he has endured many unjustified body searches, and each time he can only endure the shame of being discriminated against.

It's good to be patient.

Every time he told himself.

It's good to be patient.

"Hmm"

Suddenly, Freeman heard his wife's soft grunt and subconsciously looked over.

I saw the tall sheriff standing behind Karin, close to her and searching her, with a faint evil smile on his face, and disgusting little movements in his hands, constantly reaching out to places that should not be touched.

Karin pursed her lips, tears in her eyes, and silently endured the humiliation.

Freeman clenched his fists and couldn't help but speak: "Sir, please respect yourself"

Behind him, the short sheriff slammed his head against the wall: "What the hell are you talking about?!" ”

The tall sheriff also showed a playful smile, and deliberately raised his hands: "Oh~ Self-respect, right?" I understand. ”

After the words fell, he directly put his hand into Karin's clothes, and pretended to be serious: "Your husband is very nervous, it sounds like you have something contraband hidden on you?" ”

Karin snorted, "You misunderstood, I don't have anything on me"

"Really? If you say that, then I have to investigate carefully, this is responsible for the public safety of Crescent City. The tall sheriff said, putting his hand on Karin's neck and leaning down, "Could something be hidden here?" ”

Karin's body shuddered as she closed her eyes helplessly.

Freeman's eyes were full of resentment, his teeth clenched, but he could only watch his wife be humiliated, and he could do nothing.

Karin's shivering made the tall sheriff even more interested, and her hand went down her stomach: "Maybe here?" ”

Karin's breathing was so rapid and disordered that she even cried, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

Freeman was on the verge of bleeding from his gums, his eyes burning with rage, his clenched fists clicking.

Watching his companion tease Karin, the short sheriff laughed: "Look at her ass so straight, I'll bet on a cocktail, and there's definitely contraband hidden in her skirt." ”

The tall sheriff showed a look of sudden realization: "Oh~ yes! How did I not think of that? ”

After he finished speaking, he slapped it, and Karin's cry came out of her throat, whimpering in the ravages of the other party.

"Enough is enough!!" Finally, Freeman broke out.

Years of repressed manic depression, coupled with his wife's humiliation in person, ignited Freeman's self-esteem.

He punched the wall, pointed at the tall sheriff and roared, "Stay away from my wife, you bastard!" ”

The short sheriff's face changed, and he stepped back quickly, holding the gun at his waist and warning: "Put your hand back on the wall, immediately!" ”

Freeman crumbled his heart and shouted hoarsely, "Why are you doing this to us?!" We've been in the inner city for 8 years, and for 8 years, we haven't even had a single violation record! ”

"But you're still pestering us! Every day! As long as we encounter us, all kinds of humiliation and difficulty! Why?! ”

The short sheriff drew his pistol and pointed it at Freeman, his voice becoming extremely stern: "Put your hands back on the wall!" Do it now! ”

Freeman jerked the border nameplate off his neck and asked angrily, "Just because we're borderlanders?" Just because we're inferior with this brand?! ”

"You can humiliate me, but you can't humiliate the people I love the most! You are an insult to your personality! I swear! I'm going to complain to the General Security Bureau! ”

The short sheriff turned off the safety and grimaced: "Put your hands back on the wall!" This is the last warning! ”

Karin also cried, "Please! Freeman! Do as he says! ”

At this moment, the tall sheriff had a sly smile on his face, and he deliberately grabbed Karin's hair and looked at Freeman defiantly while inhaling a sip of hair on the back of her head.

This move made Freeman's emotions completely out of control, and he slammed the border nameplate over: "Let go of her!" You crumb! ”

"Bang bang bang-" The short sheriff immediately pulled the trigger, and the gunshots rang out.

At the screams of Karin's collapse, Freeman's body erupted with blood and trembled.

The Crescent City Security Bureau has training rules, once you choose to shoot in a mission, it does not mean that the opponent is incapacitated and stops, but until the magazine is completely emptied.

After Freeman fell to the ground, the short sheriff continued to fire, knocking out all 16 rounds of the Crescent Shield pistol before stopping.

He was beaten so that his body was densely covered with blood holes, and he did not move in the convulsions.

"Ah!! You demons!! Karin reflexively pushed the tall sheriff, scratching her nails at his face.

The tall sheriff quickly dodged, pulled out his gun and warned sharply: "Hold your head in your hands and fall to your knees!" Immediately! Otherwise, I have the right to shoot you to death for assaulting a public official! ”

Her husband's death caused Karin to lose her mind and scream and pounce.

"Bang bang bang-" The tall sheriff fired at once, and the same magazine was missed, knocking the woman to the ground and not moving.

The bodies of the two husbands and wives were paralyzed back and forth, bleeding all over the ground.

The smoke slowly cleared, and both sheriffs spat on the ground.

The short sheriff turned on the communicator and reported: "The T-619 team reported that we were resisted when we interrogated two border people at the intersection of Huoyao Road and Xingyue Road in the Hubin business district, and we have counterattacked according to the disposal regulations, and the two suspects were killed. ”

Communicator: "T-619, support will arrive in 10 minutes, please protect the scene." ”

Short Sheriff: "Roger." ”

The anomaly quickly attracted the attention of passers-by, who gathered around and pointed at each other.

"What's the situation, two more hanging."

"The two were originally being interrogated, but then for some reason they suddenly scolded, and the sheriff opened fire."

"Shoot after two curses? The Sheriff's Bureau is really getting more and more excessive! ”

"The sheriff is not like this to the people on the border, emptying the magazine if he disagrees."

"Oh, it's the border dogs who died, that's fine. Good death! ”

"Hehe, how many clean border dogs can there be? Nine out of ten were shot, and all of them slipped through the net. ”

"That is, the inner city environment is polluted by this group of garbage, and the stinky border is the best dead."

While onlookers sneered, 8-year-old Reggie stood blankly, tears on his face but unaware.

Mom and Dad, who were still coaxing him to sleep and calling him baby yesterday, turned into two bloody corpses.

A short time later, reinforcements from the Public Security Bureau arrived.

Knowing that it was a border man who died, the support troops did not ask too much about the details, only took simple photographs of the traces for evidence, and then began to clean up the scene.

The two firing sheriffs were communicating with their companions, who recounted the whole process of killing the two "suspects" just now, and the companions laughed heartily from time to time.

Some people in the crowd watched coldly, some sneered, and gradually they all dispersed, and no one cared about this farce anymore.

Nothing to care about.

It's just a daily thing.

It was nearly night, the sun had sunk completely below the horizon, and the last rays of the red glow of the setting sun had vanished into a thick darkness.

During the entire forensics collection process of the security bureau, no one cared about Reggie, and no one even went up to ask the border kid a word, so he was allowed to watch his parents being put into a body bag.

The moment the zipper of the body bag was closed, it seemed as if something was crumbling in Reggie's eyes, and something else was growing.

It's something that an 8-year-old shouldn't have

Hatred.

Hatred for the people of the inner city.

[At the same time]

【Crescent City Rusty Wall M17 District Middle Section Patrol Station】

It's October, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the night is a little cold.

As the sun sets, twilight swallows the sky, and tonight the night sky is dark with no moon or stars.

The soldiers at the patrol station in the middle of the M17 sector were on duty, and they could only stand in the cold wind in their summer uniforms before they were notified to change their clothes.

Fortunately, the management of the city defense duty post is not so strict, and many people have brought portable heating bags, and they are holding hot heating bags and walking back and forth on the rusty wall, silently looking into the distance, just like yesterday, as countless nights before.

Don't think it's a hard job.

Patrolling the Rusty Wall is a beautiful job, and there is hardly any work to be done.

Because it is impossible for thugs in the border area to attack the rusty wall dozens of meters high and made of mechanical structure from the front.

Ignorant thugs once tried, only to be blasted to pulp by the automatic close-in defense batteries on the rusty walls, and the bullet marks still remain on the ground.

The real fatigue is the underground patrolmen, who endure the foul air and spend the night in a labyrinth network of sewer pipes, searching for rat-like frontier people trying to "smuggle" into the inner city.

The sewers in Crescent City are so big and complicated that even those patrol soldiers who don't sleep all night and patrol intensively will find it difficult to catch all the rats.

If you encounter a fierce thug, you will have to chase and fight with each other in the sewage, and sometimes you will be injured and sacrificed because of it.

Although it is hot in summer and cold in winter, you can leisurely watch the night and chat with your companions.

In the absence of the gendarmes, you can even take a nap against the wall, and when you wake up, another day's wages are in hand, there is nothing happier than this.

No, a slippery veteran woke up yawning, he looked at his fellow recruits not far away, and said lazily, "I'm full of sleep, why don't you come and sleep too?" ”

The recruit smiled: "I slept well yesterday and was not sleepy. ”

"Young people just have spirit." The veteran stretched his waist and stood up, looking back at the brightly lit inner city, "At this time of year, I should be dancing around the girls' waists in the bar. It's been a tough day. ”

The recruits looked at the edge on the other side of the rusty wall, where there were no high-rise buildings, but there were neon lights, and blue-purple halos of light flowed through large blocks, all of which were bright from bars and disco signs.

He sighed and said, "Even the rats on the border have a nightlife, and the two of us should be the worst people in Crescent City." When all these rats are dead, we won't have to be on duty anymore. ”

The veteran smiled mysteriously: "Rats are better than mice, you don't know how cheap these rats are." I used to make an appointment with a border mother, in order to raise money for the child to sell milk powder, her figure"

The veteran drew two reverse S's in mid-air with both hands, and said with a lewd smile on his face: "It's not an exaggeration, it's really like this!" Guess how much? You can get it for 200 in one night! ”

The recruit was surprised and envious: "So cheap? 200 is enough? ”

The veteran laughed and said, "200 is a sky-high price for these rats!" Don't you see, she is grateful to me, and she accepts whatever I mention. ”

"So, you say you want these rats to die? Then I don't agree, I hope the border will exist forever~"

Suddenly, the recruit remembered the long-standing words in Crescent City, and he slowly read it out: "The border is the hell of the border people, and the border is the paradise of the people of the inner city." ”

The veteran put his arm around his shoulder and looked at the night view of the border with a smile: "Yes, and we are in heaven." ”

The two of you said that I was laughing and chatting, and the night didn't seem to be so long.

Just when the two were talking passionately, the sound of the "rumbling" engine came faintly from a distance.

The rays of the high beams tore through the darkness and staggered like a long dragon through the night.

I saw several heavy motorcycles coming from the end of the street, parked a hundred meters away from the rusty wall.

There is a suspended laser cordon, symbolizing the fire identification zone of the Rust Wall defense system.

The veteran picked up the binoculars and looked at the motorcyclists, and when he saw the red wolf head embroidered on their clothes, he muttered, "Wolf attackers." ”

The recruit frowned and asked, "Do you want to pull the alarm?" ”

The veteran scoffed, "Pull a fart alarm, these idle thugs often come for a ride near the rusty wall, and sometimes spit on us." ”

"Let this garbage make a fuss, they won't have the guts to enter the fire identification zone anyway."

The veteran's words came true, and none of the motorcyclists who were attacked by the wolf crossed the laser cordon, but just parked their cars in a safe area and smoked.

The veteran said in a mocking tone: "See, this group of garbage can only play around on the border." What a crow's nest, what a wolf attack, what a bullshit king of the frontier, it's just the self-amusement of the rats. ”

"Rumble—"

As soon as the veteran's voice fell, another roaring engine sounded, this time thicker and denser.

Another team of motorcycles belonging to the wolf attack appeared, meeting up with their companions who had arrived earlier, also stopping outside the fire identification zone, silently looking out at the rusty wall.

"Rumble—"

The sound of engines continued, more and more motorcycles appeared, more and more members of the wolf raid came to the scene, and the high beams were staggered in the distance, and the dark streets were illuminated as bright as day.

The wolf thugs all looked at the rusty wall, because they were too far away to see the details, but the dense formation still brought a sense of oppression.

The "eh" recruit was inexperienced and tentatively asked, "Is it common for so many thugs to gather outside the rusty wall?" ”

The veteran squinted, his expression rarely serious: "No, this scale is not common, and I haven't seen much of what these people want to do?" ”

Recruit: "Why don't you ask the command center?" ”

The veteran thought for a moment, nodded, and turned on the communicator: "Rusty Wall Command Center, this is the patrol station in the middle of the M17 area." Our station observed a large number of rioters gathering, and they were all members of the wolf attack after visual inspection, did they disperse? ”

Communicator: "The patrol station in the middle section of the M17 area, has the other party entered the fire identification zone?" ”

Veteran: "No, it's all outside the fire identification zone. ”

Communicator: "It's time to re-read Chapter 2, Rule 7 of the Rusty Wall Patrol Manual, Soldier." ”

The communicator hung up unilaterally.

The veteran was embarrassed, and regretted why he had to listen to this newcomer, it was really too much.

Guideline 7 of Chapter 2 of the Rusty Wall Patrol Manual is simple.

It's something along the lines - don't care outside of the fire identification zone.

The purpose of the existence of the rusty wall is to isolate the border, protect the inner city, and that's it.

If a border person trespasses into the fire identification zone, they can be driven away or killed according to the situation at the scene.

And what happens outside the fire identification zone, no matter what the thugs are doing there, whether it is swearing, provoking, or gathering, it doesn't matter what they do.

Even if two groups fought with heavy weapons and bloodied, it had nothing to do with the patrol soldiers - unless the thugs fired bullets at the rusty wall.

Hopefully, the call just now won't make a bad impression on the commander. The veteran thought to himself.

Just when the veteran was worried about his future, the recruit with the binoculars suddenly asked, "Hey, who is that tall woman in black?" ”

The veteran picked up the binoculars and looked over, and soon found the person the recruit was talking about.

The man was too conspicuous in the wolf raid party, she was tall, taller than many of the male thugs present, and she wore a long black leather trench coat with a wolf-like mane trim on the edge of her neckline.

The long black hair poured out like splashed ink, and the dark purple pupils continued to flicker under the light of the surrounding headlights, reflecting the wolf-like ghostly light.

Wherever the woman passed, the wolf attack thugs gave way, as if they were pushed away by an invisible hand.

"!" The veteran's face changed, "It's the wolf king!" ”

(End of chapter)