Nomenclature of Night

Gradually, people onlookers came over and they watched this scene indifferently.

An uncle next to him persuaded: "You young people hurry up and disperse, they will not let you into the upper 3rd district."

Another aunt said kindly: "There is a stalemate in this icy world that will freeze your body. Your parents have worked so hard to raise you so much. When you did this kind of thing, didn't you think about them?"

"It's impossible to overthrow the consortium in the Federation. Don't let your parents lose their jobs."

At this time, a student suddenly discovered that among the noisy crowds there were demonstrators who had left earlier. One of them said: "In fact, this kind of demonstration should not be launched. What is the use of education reform. Can I go to school as a meal?"

"And I didn't watch the weather forecast when it was launched, so I had to choose a snowy parade!"

After these people left, only when they tried their best to prove that the parade was wrong, could it appear that their departure was correct.

Snow in the sky.

Words on the street.

It's like a knife blocking the way.

It's like what many adults have said to them: you can't succeed.

Hundreds of students stood still unable to move forward, but were not reconciled to retreat.

Some students began to cry in a low voice, and they didn't know what was going on. Everyone was just doing something right with enthusiasm, why everyone didn't understand.

They looked around blankly, at the crowd of onlookers, and the Security Committee agents in front of them.

The snow suddenly increased, and the raging wind passed through the steel forest, making a whistling sound.

However, at this moment, a thin singing voice suddenly sounded among the students, carrying it out against the snow and a knife. It seemed that the weather was somewhat cold, and there was a slight tremor in the singing.

Immature but hot.

Everyone looked and saw the silver-haired girl Zheng Yi standing weakly in the snow, singing softly.

"Get up, hungry slave."

"Get up, suffering people all over the world."

"The blood in the cavity is already boiling."

"Fight for the truth."

In the beginning, only one person sang.

Soon, other students began to sing along. .

In this cold wind, the singing voice was no longer so thin, and it began to gain strength.

I don't know who it is, but brought this international song from the watch world to the inner world, and also simplified the lyrics to make it easier to remember.

The students secretly learned this song before the parade, but they didn't dare to sing it before because the lyrics were too sharp and exciting.

But at this moment, when the consortium asked the Safety Committee to tear off the last layer of skin, the students felt that they had nothing to worry about.

The students let snowflakes cover their heads and shoulders. They didn't want to leave, they just stubbornly sang songs.

The voice that was hoarse from shouting slogans continued to be overworked by the singing.

The male student in the front looked at the front, frankly at the security management committee agents.

"There has never been a savior."

"I don't rely on the emperor."

"To create the happiness of mankind."

"It's all on our own."

Singing, the male student's eyes were red, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He didn't cry because he felt wronged and painful, but he was in a chorus of hundreds of people, and his mood was inexplicably agitated.

They sang the Internationale over and over and did not want to leave.

Unexpected things happened, and the crowd of onlookers outside started to sing clumsily.

At first, only one or two people sang, and gradually, one or two hundred people stopped and sang.

The parade, which had already seemed a bit lonely, actually began to slowly increase in number.

Those onlookers didn't know why they wanted to join in, they just walked in as soon as their brains got hot.

The singing became louder.

At this moment, a man in a black coat stepped on the snow calmly, still holding a document that was still warm.

Hengshe, Li Dongze.

Many people recognized the man.

Immediately afterwards, they watched Li Dongze come in front of the Security Committee agents and stuffed the documents in their hands into the other's hands. It was indeed the legal procession approval that was taken away by the agents before.

Li Dongze looked at the agent and said softly, "Remember, don't use this dirty method to deal with children next time."

The next moment, another box truck drove up on the corner of the street. Two Hengshe members in black suits jumped from the truck. They opened the iron door of the cargo box, and there was a piece of red cloth inside.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of Hengshe members rushed out without knowing where they came from. They took the red cloth from the cargo box and distributed it to the students. Use the scarf, at least the wind won’t fill your neck. And the food will arrive soon, so don’t worry."

The students stared at the Hengshe members in front of them in a daze, and their tattoos spread all the way to their necks and even their cheeks.

This kind of person holding a red scarf and distributing it and saying warm and kind words will always make people feel a little weird.

They discovered that these "scarves" even had "trouser tubes", which looked like a pair of red long trousers cut in half and then turned into a scarf.

A member of the Hengshe Society scratched his head when he saw the student's complexion: "The boss insists on asking for a red scarf, saying that it looks so good, but the big red scarf is really hard to find. It can only be temporarily..."

A student took the scarf: "Thank you..."

The Hengshe member with neck tattoos grinned: "You **** be kind to me...cough cough, no thanks."

Li Dongze looked at the students: "Go ahead, no one dares to stop you today. Sooner or later, you will no longer be so embarrassed, I look forward to it."

The parade started again, and the chorus that went straight into the sky continued to grow stronger.

It's night.

It's no longer cold.

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...

In the secret prison, the middle-aged man suddenly became anxious inexplicably.

There is still a while before the scheduled secret execution time, but the information scheduled every five minutes in the plan has not been sent again.

The middle-aged man paced back and forth in the open space. He turned his head from time to time to look at Cheng Xiao who was standing. The opponent was unkempt, his hands and feet were shackled, but he had an unstoppable arrogance when he stood.

At this moment, everyone heard a faint singing voice above their heads.

The voice was a little faint after penetrating the thick wall, but even the faint chorus sound reflected passionate, high-pitched enthusiasm all the time.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, wondering, what singing could penetrate here?

He knew very well that there was Milin Avenue above them, right at the border between District 3 and District 5.

Who would have thought that there is a secret prison hidden underground in such a prosperous place? It was precisely because of the special location of the secret prison that Li Shutong couldn't find it after looking for it for eight years.

At this time, Cheng Xiao and others listened quietly, and slowly hummed: "There has never been a savior, and there is no need for a fairy emperor..."

Cheng Xiao said with emotion: "Good song."

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly: "When are you still in the mood to listen to songs?"

"It's nothing to regret hearing a good song before I die," Cheng Xiao said with a smile.

After speaking, Cheng Xiao actually sang along again. He only felt that the singing above his head became louder and louder, and the lyrics that were inaudible just now were heard clearly.

The 35 prisoners gradually began to sing. The middle-aged man rushed to Cheng Xiao, raising his hand and slapped the opponent's face with a slap in the face.

The crisp sound was extremely loud, but Cheng Xiao still sang the song with a smile, and still stared straight at the middle-aged man.

The next moment, the middle-aged man said grimly: "Execute the execution directly."

A soldier said: "Sir, it's not time yet."

"It doesn't matter, this was originally planned," the middle-aged man said.

But even in the face of execution, Cheng Xiao and others did not stop singing.

All the soldiers opened the safety of the automatic rifle, pulled the bolt and loaded it.

However, Cheng Xiao said regretfully: "It's a pity, there are still a few words in the lyrics that I didn't hear clearly."

However, at this moment, several soldiers exclaimed, and they did not know what the guns in their hands were. They suddenly dropped out of their hands and stuck to the concrete ceiling above their heads.

There was a scream from the corridor outside the secret prison. Everyone turned to look and saw a 12-man combat team rushing in.

These soldiers are all holding black ceramic daggers in their hands and wearing federal special combat uniforms. They are as fast as ghosts when fighting head-on, and each of them can take one and more enemies.

There were no guns on both sides. There were 80 guards in the secret prison, but in front of these 12 people, they didn't even have the most basic resistance.

The troop sequence of the 12 soldiers was torn away. No one knew which troop they belonged to, and no one knew who the war machine was trained.

The middle-aged man only knows that what he has to face is not only these special fighters, but also an extraordinary person who can control metal!

An extraordinary person, plus 12 genetic warriors, this is almost the ceiling configuration of the special forces in the Federal Army.

Who is going to rob prison! ?

There was the sound of dadada's combat boots, and a young man walked into this secret prison with a smile. He walked through the battlefield without anyone else and came to the middle-aged man.

However, I saw that those guns were no longer attached to the ceiling, but slowly floated in the air, falling gently.

All 80 pistols flew to the side of the young man, and the black hole muzzle pointed at the middle-aged man on the opposite side.

"It's a little weird," the young man said with a cheerful smile: "I thought there would be a strong defense force here, but it turned out to be a group of chicken dogs, one by one, not even wearing military uniforms, and only equipped with silencer pistols, you guys. I don't take these prisoners too seriously."

The middle-aged man said with an earthy face: "This secret prison location is better than hiding. Li Shutong really has to find it. Even if it is heavily armed, it can't stop the demigod. On the surface, we are just employees of a small company on the ground."

"What you said is quite reasonable, after all, it is Li Shutong who is facing, the important thing is hiding, not the defense force... I learned it," the young man smiled.

The middle-aged man trembled and said, "Do you know that Jie Secret Prison is going to a military court?"

"Is it just going to a military court?" The young man was a little surprised: "I thought it would be executed directly and secretly."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and the cold sweat couldn't stop streaming down his back. He trembled and said, "Which army do you belong to, I also follow orders..."

The young man laughed and said, "It doesn't make sense for the dead to know which unit I belong to."

While talking, the guns floating beside the young man seemed to be controlled by 80 invisible hands in the air, and they pulled the trigger at the same time.

In an instant, the muzzle loaded with the silencer burst out, and the middle-aged man was abruptly beaten into a sieve.

Cheng Xiao and the others watched this scene silently. They had heard that someone could control the speed of bullets shot by a metal needle. This was scary enough.

However, compared with controlling the speed at which a metal needle can shoot bullets, the young man used his own power to hit the metal storm, which was significantly more ferocious and effective.

The young man turned his head and said seriously to Cheng Xiao and the others: "Are you ready, taking advantage of the mess on the ground, we have to leave quickly."

"Did Shutong Li send you?" Cheng Xiao asked hesitantly.

The young man laughed, showing his extremely clean teeth in the upper and lower rows: "Although I came to rescue you because of Mr. Li, he still can't command me. We don't belong to the Cavaliers and Hengshe, and the army number is also kept secret. , I have no comment."

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