Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

"No."

"According to Article No. 18 of the Colombian Criminal Code, the infringed person has the right not to appeal against the criminal suspect."

Zhang Zhiqing took advantage of the legal regulations that Aras, who was a policeman, was very familiar with, took a step forward.

"Don't move!" Arras warned,

"You're being vexatious, Officer Arras."

His face changed like turning the pages of a book, and Li Boli's man's face was gloomy.Twist the stiff cervical spine, ignoring Officer Flin and the police hand crossbow she subconsciously wanted to touch.

"Did I do something wrong? Should I be pointed at by a crossbow for doing nothing?"

The change in the atmosphere was reversed in an instant, from being flat on both sides to tilting to one side pressing.

"Infected, infected? Do you know how Colombia's official policies are implemented? What about the special prisons that house them?"

"Have you seen how the infected people fainted from the pain without any treatment in the refugee camp? Do you know how the infected people struggled to survive in the wilderness?"

"You don't know, Officer Arras,"

"I don't even know what I'm going to take these infected people with."

Words are like fried sugar, moving towards high temperature and deformation.

"You don't even want to guess what kind of person I am."

"Have you any evidence that you are a good man?"

But the policewoman was obviously unwilling to give up, and her simple to reckless thoughts forced her not to give in, and forced her to raise her head again.

"I've read your file. After your accomplices blew up Mr. Bob's Originium Worm Farm, the first thing you did was not to stop it, but to pick up the corpse!"

"It is because of this negligence that you were arrested by the police."

"Okay, then I will speak legally,"

Li Boli's complexion was like the sky in June, from gloomy to bright, changing at will.

"I have the right not to appeal. Am I breaking the law? No."

"Am I breaking the law by submitting employment requests to these poor people? No."

"The two have nothing to do with each other at all, you are confusing the public!"

"Okay, then I'm confusing the public, and how legitimate are your motives? Arras Victor!"

Li Boli's tone suddenly turned into a negative number the moment he read that part of the name, and the policewoman Aras subconsciously thought that she had returned to her student days at the Guard Academy, and she almost stepped forward with her muscle memory in the face of harsh instructors.

...This man is obviously not a police officer, but he naturally looks like everyone's boss!

"You restrict my personal freedom and stigmatize my good intentions. Are your motives reasonable?"

"Just because I don't conform to what you think is justice?"

Just like a speaker standing on the stage, the words and sentences spoken may not be logical and rigorous, but the voice is loud, but they are full of incitement!Even Arras himself began to waver and question the original intention of his actions—did I really misunderstand?

"I understand your kindness, Miss Arras. It is my luck to meet at least one dedicated person in this pedantic city."

"I haven't seen a second person like you so far."

The eyes of everyone are his spotlight, the concrete floor under his feet is his exhibition, and the unique hoarse voice lives alone with a charm, with a hint of theological mystery and charm that can be called bewitching.

"You may have seen a lot of extravagance and corruption, but I'm not like that. At least, "

"I will not abandon my companions."

"Master Bishop! Save us! (Chinese) Don't go! Save us!"

"Don't leave our teeth!! (Chinese)"

The man is calm, there is no shame in the corner of his mouth,

At least that's how Arras sees it.

"And my colleagues are also very good people. They firmly believe in virtue. Excluding the misunderstanding last time, they will not do any sneaky things."

"My lord bishop! We will never steal anything again! We will never steal anything again! (Chinese)"

"I don't dare to think about Lilia's hairpin anymore!! (follow noon)"

"They are elegant and easy-going, and I respect each other and treat each other like brothers."

"RLM Bishop! Refund! Bishop, you are a Homo, you are a younger brother! (Chinese)"

"The younger brother! (Chinese)"

Li Boli's expression was natural, his voice was melodious, and even the blue veins on his forehead that were gradually bursting seemed to be blessed by a true god—quite divine,

Squeezed into a cross, there is no sense of disobedience, and it is naturally like the virtue squeezed out from the back of a Confucianist.

"You...and your colleagues?"

"who are you?"

"No one in particular."

The man is humble, Arras is even more unbelievable,

This guy obviously has a brush...

The policewoman looked at the man, deducing and asserting in her heart.

Otherwise, why would the prisoners in the prison be so excited?

Although he couldn't understand the language...but the eagerness in his tone was obviously not fake!

She had learned at the Victorian Guards College that this emotion was either "followed eagerly" or "slapped hard".

Choose one of the two, obviously the former.

"We are just a group of people who want to help more people. This is my postcard, Miss Arras."

"If you really can't stand this pedantic environment, you can consider finding another way out on my side."

"You liar on board!! (Chinese)"

The prisoners behind were still shouting, and Arras was taken aback by the sudden postcard. Zhang Zhiqing saw the gap, bypassed the policewoman, and walked out of the police station's containment area with a group of infected people behind him.

Without saying a word, he stepped out of the gate of the police station,

Recalling the three little players who frequently interrupted while he was talking, he walked to the co-pilot of the truck on the side of the road, patted the car glass, and reminded him to put down the wine glass in his hand.

"After I leave, you wait 10 minutes before going."

The person in the co-pilot nodded, opened the door and jumped out of the car, and Zhang Zhiqing got into the car instead.

The dejected infected people climbed into the closed truck compartment one by one,

The person who jumped out from the co-pilot pulled down the compartment door and gestured "Yes" to the rearview mirror.

The truck started, rolled up the road dust, and went far away on the other side of the road.

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Volume 49 Columbia: Chapter [-] Terrible hell, but new npc!

The transition of road conditions, from smooth to bumpy,

The midday heat turned the carriage into an oven, and people in shabby clothes sat on both sides with their knees hugged, like prepared food, silently waiting for the high temperature to roast them.

Cracked hands, dry lips, the sun shines through the small window in the corner of the carriage,

The eye in front of the window is the only hope in the carriage,

And even this only hope, together with the street signs on the wilderness, flashed by.

"It's over...it's over...!"

"Villas!"

The desperate syllables shattered on the ground, splashed and melted, and despair spread.

Vilas,

That was the place where they finally passed through!That desolate and dangerous wasteland, dry, wild animals, sand and dust, swallowed up countless refugee teams like them.

"I'm done, I'm done! No, I'm not going to Vilas!!!"

An old man of the Pero ethnic group collapsed and began beating desperately on the compartment next to the driver's cab.

But everyone present knew that he was only middle-aged, and his face had only been roughened by the long escape.

"Please! I will never steal again! I don't want to go to Vilas! I don't want to go to Vilas!!"

"Enough...! Hold Bush! Don't let him make things worse!"

Loud Victorians scrambled together in the carriage until the loudest one was silenced.

On the land of Colombia, it is not surprising that languages ​​​​of various countries appear,

But compared with ordinary foreign immigrants, their "status" as refugees is much more embarrassing.

Because of the official negative attitude, they were stopped at the border, and like many others, they were blocked with various excuses and thrown in the border holding area, enjoying the "random death" rate once every few days,

Some of the refugees were infected with origin stones. With a dense population, the infection spread, and multiple attacks against the infected people broke out.

The already oppressive atmosphere became even more desperate.

Facts have proved that under the temptation of life, all decency can be betrayed,

Therefore, at that time, a large number of people, including them, gave up the futile "waiting for resettlement" and chose to take risks. They crossed the border into Colombia from a no-man's land where personnel deployment was sparse.

They don't know whether they are "lucky",

Especially after learning that Colombia paid for the construction of the "border wall".

There must be many more Victorians who were trapped and died at the border, but at this time, they "escaped from birth" do not seem to live long...

"Damn it! We shouldn't have cared about that black landship back then!"

After paying two-thirds of the price and finally walking out of the Vilas desert, the fleeing team was on the verge of collapse both physically and mentally.

There is no money and no food, and there is only endless yellow sand around.

Another bumpy road, terminally ill, crowded out everywhere.

Just when they thought they were stepping from one hell to another, the black landship that migrated and stopped appeared in front of them,

Although it is a model that has never been seen before, and the dark shell reveals a touch of weirdness, but in the face of hunger, the refugees have no choice.

As long as they can steal some supplies, even if it's not medicine, but some food, they can save themselves and their family members who have nowhere to go!

But the reality still made a joke for them,

A dark joke.

The truck turned several times, and a black mountain-like shadow stood between the sand and rocks, cutting off the sunlight, and told them wordlessly: We have arrived.

"What do they want us to do...?"

Dull inquiries unanswered,

Because the answer has long been written in people's hearts, and on the origin stone crystal clusters on the body surface.

Infected...

Persecution of the infected was a common phenomenon in society before Terra had written laws,

No matter what your status is, whether you are a scholar full of literature, a low-level citizen, or an accomplished businessman, the origin stones born on your body will cruelly deprive you of your original identity, and engrave the symbol of the "infected" that can never be washed away .

Everyone is eager to stay away from them, no one will hear their screams,

Was it thrown into a mine to die of exhaustion?Or push into the wilderness?

The few of them didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The carriage sways, the wheels stop, the doors open,

The sun shone into the house again, but it was no longer bright, but like a crushing iron whip, they dared not open their eyes.