death of hope

Chapter 43 "Flying Windfall" (43) Crowd

Shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet, every breath is accompanied by the smell of dust and sweat, as far as the eye can see, there are only crowded and surging crowds,

The emotions of the workers were aroused, like an active volcano that could erupt at any time,

And Roy had already climbed near the crater, feeling the heat from the boiling magma.

(The plague of blood and light... an ominous omen.)
His eyelids twitched more and more, and he tried to stretch his neck, trying to trace his lover, but only saw wildly waving arms and fluttering blue flags;

"Anna! Anna! Where are you?"

Like a button dropped into a stormy sea, his voice seemed too small and powerless compared with the noise made by tens of thousands of people.

Someone glared at him: "Hey! You're so sick, aren't you! What a squeeze, you stepped on my foot!"

"I'm sorry, dude, may I ask, did you see a person in a gray trench coat passing by? She's about your height, a pretty girl with blond hair and blue eyes,"

"Well, a pretty girl? I didn't see it, there are only female workers with soot all over their faces... I said, you boy, when are you still thinking about fishing? Your brain has grown to your lower body?"

"Hey, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, goodbye."

Roy struggled to continue to push forward, occasionally stepped on someone's foot, and the constant pushes and curses were ignored. He only wanted to save people now;

"Anna! Honey! Don't look for your brother!"

People from the police station and the National Guard are shrinking the encirclement at an extremely slow speed. Firefighters in orange uniforms and yellow helmets spray high-pressure water cannons on the crowd, and the armored vehicles behind them are also quietly approaching, constantly squeezing the parade crowd. event space.

There are more and more helicopters and unmanned reconnaissance aircraft circling in the sky, which can be easily distinguished according to the painting.
The camouflage-painted ones belonged to the Terra Federation Army, the blue ones belonged to the police flight team, and the other colors belonged to TV stations and self-media network anchors. The propellers blew the billboards and the advertising airship was blown aside.

Meanwhile, Jimmy Brown's provocative speech continued:

"Look in that yard over there!

Manicured lawns, colorful flower beds, fountain pools carved in white marble, what a beautiful courtyard!
It is separated by iron fences to prevent us from entering, and we workers are not allowed to set foot, for fear that our workers' dirty soles will step on the beautiful cobblestone road.

The tall tower in the center of the courtyard is the headquarters building of Sakura Co., Ltd., and it is the lair where the evil dragon lives!
Look!Those people standing at the top of the pyramid are listening to the violin, holding champagne, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching us with mocking eyes!Think we're going to run away in a hurry like before!

Excuse me, everyone, what should we do? "

Someone replied: "Rush in and beat these bastards hard! Take back our hard-earned money!"

There was an overwhelming response, and soon, tens of thousands of people began to repeat this sentence.

Roy's eardrums buzzed from the shouting; (It's broken! Something big is happening! Something big is going to happen!)
"Anna! Let's go!" He shouted hoarsely, but there was still no response. A sense of helplessness surged in his heart. He couldn't save anyone, even he himself was trapped in the center of the storm, and it was difficult to get out.

Jimmy Brown raised his trumpet and yelled, spatteringly:

"Brothers and sisters of the Automobile Industry Federation! My colleagues in other major trade unions!

The latest news is that Matsushita Juhei, the chairman of Sakura Co., Ltd.... this old man... rejected our reasonable request, drove the workers' representatives out of the hall, and threatened to suppress it by force!

He doesn't want negotiations, but war, and that's what he wants!
Destroy the fence, trample the courtyard, and plant our unyielding blue flag on the roof of this sinful building!

Warriors, go! "

Roy just feels dizzy; (It's over...it's about to start.) he thought.

The final fanning of the trade union president had an immediate effect.

The fury of the procession reached its zenith,
"Come on! We will win!"

Workers holding blue flags swarmed forward and overturned the steel-cast gates and guardrails with their flesh and blood.
Across the courtyard, the grass and flower beds were trampled into mud pits, and the jade statues around the fountain pool were smashed to pieces by steel bars.

Roy's actions are already involuntary, and he feels like a plastic toy yellow duck floating in the bathtub, being pushed forward by the crowd and drifting with the flow.

At this time, the corporate fighters lined up in a dense column had retreated to the glass door of the headquarters building, and the leading major ordered with a communicator:
"Squads, prepare to use non-lethal force, and no mob can enter the building!"

As the first blue flag appeared at the bottom of the steps, the gun went off.

"Ouch!"

The first person to step on the red carpet had his ribs broken by a rubber bullet. He screamed and fell down clutching his chest. The place where he fell was only fifty meters away from the glass door of the building. The people behind picked up the ground. The union flag slammed into the shield wall.

There were too many people, it was so dark that they couldn't see the side at a glance, even the well-trained corporate fighters who were used to seeing big battles felt fear.

A volley of rubber bullets knocked down a large group of people, and tear gas was also thrown out. The attackers were prepared and had already put on masks or industrial gas masks.

Jimmy Brown was surrounded and protected by many workers' representatives in the middle of the crowd, holding a loudspeaker and constantly issuing orders:
"Don't be afraid! The big guys stand shoulder to shoulder and defeat these bastards!"

The two sides began to fight hand to hand, and people wrestled across the shield wall,

Machetes, daggers, swinging sticks, steel bars, and baseball bats competed with each other, cutting flesh, breaking bones, and smashing heads...

Finally, Roy found Anna in the chaotic crowd. She had also found her brother and was desperately grabbing Albert's trouser legs to prevent him from rushing over.

"Brother! Come on, it's too dangerous here!"

"Let me go! Lisa is gone, the house is empty... I don't want to live anymore! Today I have to... settle accounts with these bullying bastards!"

Roy finally passed through the crowd. He staggered and couldn't stand firmly, so he threw a heavy punch at Albert's cheek, and then kicked him down:
"Bastard! It's all because of your will! Put us both in danger!"

Albert grabbed Roy's ankle with his powerful hands and dragged him to the ground:
"Who wants you to meddle in your own business? My life is up to me. Take my sister away!"

"Bastard! Why don't you know what to do! She loves you and cares about the safety of your bastard brother, don't you understand? She would rather die than leave you behind!"

The two wrestled on the ground, and were stepped on by passers-by. Anna cried and begged: "Brother... Roy, please, stop beating..."

Resentment...sorrow...chaos, in this land of despair, only violence and madness breed.

(End of this chapter)