death of hope

Chapter 729 "Savage Growth" (146) Live Broadcast

Saito Rinka was resting on the sofa, while Chen Hong leaned obediently in her arms, staring at the TV screen intently.

The TV station is broadcasting live events in the city center;
Tens of thousands of people gathered at the New Sapporo Colonial Governor's Square, holding bright flags and slogans, candles and photos.
The leader is an old man with a white beard in a wheelchair.
The old man was wearing an old-style green federal military uniform and an Oak Leaf Cross on his chest. He looked excited and led the crowd in shouting slogans;

"Fellow Terran humans! Working people!

Don't forget our heroes! Don't forget that day!
Veterans of the Spartan Company defend justice and honor with their blood to fight against the superior vampire!
To carry on the hero’s legacy!

Keep fighting!

Veterans will never die! "

After shouting, the old man's voice was hoarse, and tens of thousands of people shouted together with him;
“Old soldiers never die!

Veterans will never die! "

There was so much movement on the TV that people in the tattoo shop were attracted;
"Wow, there are so many people in the square." Luan Tangzheng took a bite of the apple;
"What are they doing?"

"It's this day every year, and the city hall becomes lively. There are huge crowds of people, ranging from thousands to tens of thousands."

"It seems to be commemorating some person or event."

"Looking at this battle, no matter what happened that year, it is a scar that the Federation does not want to mention."

"In my opinion, these people are just full of food!" said the tattoo shop apprentice;

"Aren't you tired after working all day? It would be great to go to the bar for a drink. With so many people causing trouble, there will definitely be no good results!"

"I think..." Chen Hong whispered, "These people must have a special reason..."

"They all look very excited, they must have taken drugs." Another apprentice said;
"Look! The show is about to begin, the cops are about to take action!"

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On the TV screen, a large number of police officers wearing explosion-proof armor poured into the square, and companies of BMP armored personnel carriers blocked the main roads in rows.
Trucks covered with camouflage cloth and fire engines with flashing lights were parked in the path, ready to go.

A 'Lynx' light tank was parked in front of the city hall. A greasy middle-aged man with a big belly stood on the tank turret.

It was the New Sapporo Police Chief, holding a loudspeaker and shouting;

"Assemblies! This is the last warning!
What you are mourning is a federal felon! They are a group of lawless murderers!
Back then, they attacked important institutions, killed senior federal officials, and destroyed colonial order! Cause extremely bad impact!
According to the relevant regulations of the Federation of Terra, I hereby declare that your mourning activities are illegal!

Please put down your slogans and flags, evacuate the scene in an orderly manner, and accept our arrest and investigation! "

As soon as the director finished speaking, a stone was thrown at him.

The throw was not accurate, and it hit the track of the tank with a "boom!"
The crowd erupted in an outburst;

"lie!"

"This is slander!"

"Spartan veterans are heroes! Not criminals!"

"Go down! You federal bastard!"

"Let's go to the dining room! XX stuff from XX students!!"

More stones and bricks were thrown over,
In order to save his life, the director rolled out of the tank and fled to the rear in embarrassment, hiding behind a shield wall composed of explosion-proof SWAT police.
His forehead was scratched by a sharp-edged stone, and he was bleeding. The director covered the wound and became furious;
"What a bunch of Diao Min!
Back!

Back! "

The director pushed aside the doctors and nurses who came to treat his injuries, raised his loudspeaker and shouted;

"No more waiting! Start clearing the place!
Lethal force be used when necessary! "

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A circle of searchlights that had been deployed suddenly turned on, and the captains of each unit blew their whistles and led their men into action.

Mounted policemen on tall horses brandished rubber batons and charged like medieval knights.
Normally, this well-trained cavalry would run over the 'rabble' in the square like a comb combing their hair.
However, they underestimated people's determination,
People risked being trampled by horses' hooves and beat by police batons,
He pulled the trooper's boots out of the stirrups, then pulled his whole body off, pushed him to the ground and beat him violently.

The frightened horses, without the control of the knight, fled the square and ran towards nearby neighborhoods.

Fire trucks sprayed high-pressure water jets at the crowd. Some people were rushed away, and some people mocked them by posing as if they were taking a shower.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" the director clenched his fists and shouted;

"SWAT team! Attack! Attack! Take the square!"

Heavy footsteps came from all directions, and a dense and dark formation surrounded them.
The SWAT officers wearing explosion-proof armor lowered their masks, hit the PE shields with rubber batons, formed an ancient Roman-style shield wall formation, and pressed against them like a wall.

The crowd collided with the shield wall and began fierce close combat. Stones, bricks, and lit fireworks were flying everywhere in the air...

Injured police officers were constantly being carried away on stretchers, and countless people fell down.

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Finally, some people got angry and gunshots were heard at the scene.

The police chief had been waiting for this moment and couldn't wait to give the order:

“Thugs fired! Deadly force authorized!
Prioritize cleaning up their flags and symbols! "

Snipers placed on the rooftops of the surrounding buildings began shooting.
The auto worker holding the big flag fell down. The girl in the flight attendant uniform picked up the flag and waved it a few times before it also fell down.
The old man wearing the medal rolled his wheelchair over, picked up the flag again, and shouted;

"Always remember our heroes!"

The old man was shot in the chest and the wheelchair rolled over. The flag was stained with blood and was trampled by the panicked crowd.

Then more gunshots were heard, and wailings broke out. The crowd finally collapsed and fled in all directions...

The live broadcast signal stopped abruptly and switched to a cosmetics advertisement for L'Oréal Paris.

A tattoo apprentice picked up the remote control and turned off the TV;
"This is much more lively than a gang."

"What do those people want? No one gives them money, so why are they trying to kill themselves!" said another apprentice.

"You are too young, you don't understand,

They are a group of people with ideals and beliefs. Their demands are difficult to satisfy, but they will never stop.

The speaker was Master Morinagakuemon:

"It's finished, my work, Phoenix Nirvana."

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Tetsuya stood up and looked at his back in the mirror:

"Amazing skills, worthy of being a master of art!"

The tattoo artist sat down to drink tea, and his apprentices hurriedly helped him pinch his waist and beat his back;

"As I get older, it will be difficult to do complex traditional works like this in the future. Alas, time is not forgiving.
This may be my last work. "

"Honored!"

Yamato Tetsuya bowed deeply;
"I swear that I will revitalize the Sannohui and will never bring shame to your work, Master!"

"Good boy! Very energetic!"

Morinaga Queemon was very satisfied with the young man's vitality and nodded with a smile;

"You are becoming more and more like a hero on the mountain. There is no doubt that you are a born gang leader and will one day surpass your father.
It’s my honor to be able to create on your back~”

"Don't dare take it!"

Yamato Tetsuya bowed again, grinning at the pain on his skin.

"Hey! Stop being lazy and get to work!" The master called to his apprentices;

Watch as they clean Tetsuya's tattoos with mild, fragrance-free soap, dry them and apply special care cream.

“A few more points to note;
Avoid exposure to the sun, swimming and soaking for three days,
Do not remove the scabs, allowing them to fall off naturally will help avoid scarring and maintain the clarity of the tattoo. "

Che also took note of it carefully and poured tea and water for the master respectfully.

(End of this chapter)