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Chapter 62, Chapter 62, Lies and Priests

62,

The night wind was cold, and no one could hold back the horse galloping shirtless at night.Under the signal of Dai Ping'an, except for the mayor and other important figures, the shirts and shirts of the other men were taken off and replaced.

Taking advantage of this gap, Dai Pingan went up to the second floor alone and sat down to smoke a cigarette.

He wanted to be quiet.

He asked himself that he had not treated anyone badly along the way, but why some people were always dissatisfied, forty dollars?

Sold him for just forty dollars,

He Dai Pingan is so cheap, or human conscience is so cheap.

He took out a one-cent coin and groped it carefully between his fingers. Dai Pingan heard the helpless cries of the young man again.If I remember correctly, at that time, Uncle Zhang should have been hiding in the crowd and watching coldly.

"Dang bang."

The coin fell to the ground, and the movement downstairs woke up Dai Pingan who was in a daze.At first he thought that someone was unwilling to take off his clothes, but when he looked down, he found that it was the manager Lester who had a dispute with someone.

It turned out that one of the hostages downstairs had business dealings with the Cornish company, and he had met and known Lester.On this occasion, meeting acquaintances was indeed a little awkward, and what was even more embarrassing was that when Lester couldn't help explaining to him, the other party didn't accept it at all.

He didn't believe that there was a possibility of forging scalps, nor did he believe that the police detectives in Heishui Town would do such a thing.He thinks that Lester made up an excuse to justify what he did. His tough attitude and contemptuous tone forced the already submissive Lester to be speechless, and ended up quarreling with Dai Pingan. come down
Dai Pingan stopped Lester who wanted to argue about something, and directly stuffed a revolver into his hand, then pointed to the plate of scalps on the table:

"Let him search inside, give me one by one until he finds something different, if he really can't find it," Dai Ping'an's voice was as cold as ice:
"kill him!"

When the matter got to this point, it didn't make any sense to find it or not, but since someone was holding on to him, Dai Ping'an didn't mind giving him a ride on Huangquan Road.

The eyes of the others were also involuntarily drawn to them. Under the threat of a gun, the man picked out a dozen or so of the hundreds of scalps that were not right in less than 2 minutes.

A scalp is 1000 dollars, and a dozen is more than [-] dollars.

There is no problem with these scalps mixed in at first glance, but after checking one by one, you can still find that they are different.The color was obviously too bright, and when I rubbed it hard with my hand, the reddish-brown dye was stained, revealing the original paleness of the scalp.

With only one day's work, Hixon can't do it as finely as Bill described. He can only dye it with color and use it as a fake.After all, no one would hold up a human scalp and inspect it carefully. The police detectives even took away the bounty, so I didn't expect that Dai Pingan and others would force Dai Pingan and the others to force it in front of everyone. Gouged it out.

No one could have expected this scene, exclamations continued one after another, and the dozens of overly pale scalps began to be passed around in people's hands.

They tremblingly took it, and after checking that it was correct, they tremblingly handed it over to the next person. Some ladies didn't even dare to touch it.Perhaps at this moment, they really noticed that these dozens of scalps were not just a symbol of military exploits or tokens for receiving bounties, but a certain part of the human body.

"How is it possible? How dare he?" Among the discussions, the most unacceptable one was Mr. Mayor, who was trembling all over.One thousand dollars is not a problem for him, the key is that a dozen white people's scalps means a dozen white people's deaths, and he also issued a bounty for the deaths of these white people.

He grabbed Dai Ping'an's arm, trying to see signs of lying from Dai Ping'an's face, but all he saw was a pair of cold eyes.

This is American civilization.

The same scalps are cut from human heads, the red, yellow, and black ones are barbaric perdition, and the progress of civilization is a victory worth toasting; and replacing it with light-colored ones is an unforgivable crime.

More than 200 Indian scalps can be ignored, but more than a dozen Caucasian scalps are unbearable. This weird but reasonable feeling makes Dai Pingan feel sick.

Shaking the mayor's hand away, Dai Ping'an didn't bother to watch this funny scene again, it was still early, he wanted to go upstairs to be quiet again, but someone suddenly stopped him.

It was the priest who had just led the deputy mayor to pray. He was wearing a black priest's robe with a cross on his chest.Because of the special clothes, he was the only male hostage in the bar who had not been stripped of his shirt except for the mayor.

He didn't care about the gun pointed at by Sanqing and others, like a warrior defying power, he steadily blocked Dai Ping'an's way.

"Is this your purpose?" The priest's bloodshot eyes were determined, and the veins on his skinny cheeks were throbbing with excitement.

Obviously, he has seen through Dai Pingan's "conspiracy"!
"Insidious! Vicious! Despicable! Shameless!"

"You liars, you secretly mixed in the manipulative scalps, thinking that you could slander those brave policemen and avenge those damned beasts, you are delusional!"

I don't know where this priest got his wisdom and courage, but at this moment, Dai Ping'an felt even more disgusted.He didn't know what to say all of a sudden, but this was taken as a sign of guilt by the other party, and the priest became even more excited.

"Trying to falsify the truth of things with a few dirty pictures? You delusional! For God's sake, why don't you poor acting villains die? And you, you're so depraved to hang out with these bastards Traitors together!"

"We didn't..." Beside Lester tried to explain.

"Shut up! You traitor full of lies, you betrayed your white identity, you betrayed your country, you betrayed your God," the priest became more excited as he spoke, lifting the cross hanging on his chest:
"In the face of your God, your Lord, dare to continue your despicable lies? You souls polluted by hell, filthy beasts, touch me! You colored bastard..."

"Snapped!"

The priest was slapped and fell to the ground. He grabbed the cross that he missed just now, and Dai Pingan tore it off.The priest wanted to snatch back the cross, but he was held down by Sanqing and Duan Xiaoyi just as he was struggling to get up.

"Let go of me, you damned..." The priest's mouth was covered by Sanqing, and Dai Pingan asked them to pull him up.

"Is he always this brave?" Dai Pingan played with the silver cross in his hand and asked the mayor impatiently. The next moment, he stuffed the cross into the priest's mouth.

"Bite tightly, it hurts a bit."

While talking, Dai Pingan picked up the hammer.

With a "click", the priest's left leg deformed, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, but Dai Pingan didn't stop there. The hammer was swung again, and with the same sound, the priest's right leg also bent down.

Dai Pingan threw away the hammer, and the priest with a broken leg was also thrown on the ground. He opened his mouth and spat out a bloody cross and two broken back molars.

(End of this chapter)