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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face 305 Prayer Promises

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    Black smoke billowed, covering the street, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened. The flames snaked through the smoke column, creating a halo of light that flickered on and off on the ground covered by black shadows. At the entrance of the clothing store, the owner was convulsing on the ground and crying.  , the two heroes of Shiligou: "Patriot" and "Entrepreneur" are getting closer and closer, with veins in their fists exposed, axes shining in their hands, and murderous looks on their faces. Behind them are a group of ferocious ghost-like younger brothers.

    Seeing that a new bloody battle was about to break out under the witness of smoke and fire, the crowds of people watching around screamed like a sea wave.

    Annan helped Cha Zhiqing because he saw that the wind was going against him, he couldn't make any money, and he didn't want the other party to be proud of him: he just wanted to fight and let you burn!

    Tian Feihong, an old boat gang member, arrived early to see the Annan Gang firefighting party. The "hyenas" of his followers picked up all Boss Pi's things. Now the fire in the clothing store is too big and they can't pick them up. But this is a good thing. The hyenas behind him  They had nothing to do and still followed. It happened that there were many people and the Annan gang fire-fighting party had dispersed while fighting against the hyenas in the group fight.

    ¡°Maybe we can also conquer the gang¡¯s lost territory.

    The two gangs approached menacingly and were about to start a fight, but the most anxious person was not them, but the owner of the grain and oil store.

    At this moment, the wooden shed on the third floor of his wooden building had been completely burned by the fire and started to smoke. There was also the cry of a child from above. It was the tenant's child. It didn't matter. The problem was that he couldn't let go of this house.  He made a living in the wooden building, and now the people in the Lao Chuan Gang were eager to fight, but few people took care of their own fire, which made him cry anxiously.

    Risking his life to pull Tian Feihong¡¯s arm, he hasn¡¯t said any kind words yet.  He flew him out with an arm, without even looking at himself.

    The owner of the grain and oil store, who was rolling on the ground for a few times, was helpless. With tears rolling down his face, he happened to see the two men watching the fun in front of the crowd. He rushed over as if he had found a savior, and knelt down in front of one of them.  He shouted: "Director Zeng, please speak a word from Jingkou!"

    It turned out that these two shirtless middle-aged men wearing police uniforms and slippers were the police officers of the local police station.

    Because Shiligou is a rapidly developing area and its public security, urban construction, sanitation and other indicators cannot keep up, their area was assigned to the jurisdiction of the well-developed and mature Qilihe Town Public Security Bureau.  The first police station was set up in the industrial area near the dock along the river; the police station on Shuihuo Street was just established the year before last.  There are only five or six members;

    As for the shantytowns in the slums, they are still undeveloped wastelands on the map, so there will never be a police station. The order there is determined by violence and money.

    In fact, the two police stations in the industrial zone and Shuihuo Street basically do nothing.  Everything was decided by powerful factory owners, landowners and slum gangs.

    Of course, even if it is a small police station.  Sheriffs serve as members of the government.  If you speak with the power of Jiuding, if you anger them, you will be in big trouble.  Therefore, the rich and gangsters may not listen to their words, but they will give them a lot of face and tea money.

    Now I see that there is a fire here, and the two police officers on duty at the police station are watching the fun with everyone. This is not wrong: at all times and in all countries, at this point in time, private firefighting has always been the matter of private firefighting associations.  Sheriffs are not responsible for risking their lives to put out fires. The British Empire was the same as the Manchu and Song Dynasties.

    But the Sheriff¡¯s words worked, so the boss came to beg them.

    Looking at the tearful owner of the grain and oil store, Zeng Fanliang, the director of the Shuihuo Street Police Station, helplessly helped him up and said, "They want to fight but not put out the fire. What can I do? How about you pour water to save it yourself?"

    "Can you just ask them to assign a few people to take care of my house?" The owner of the grain and oil store burst into tears.

    "If you have the time, you might as well move more things out. Look, Mr. Fan next door has climbed up to the roof to demolish the wooden shed, haha." The subordinate next to the director laughed.

    At this moment, everyone heard the cry of a child coming from the window on the second floor of the grain and oil store. Everyone looked up and saw a small hand stretching out from the gap in the wooden board nailed to the window in the increasingly thick black smoke.  .

    "Oh, this fire is going to kill someone. God bless the child, let it rain or let the fire miraculously go out automatically. Pray in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, Amen." Li Jinren closed his eyes and prayed.

    Next to him, Fang Bingsheng and Mr. Kui flattered each other:

    "Oh, Brother Li is so pious!"

    ¡°My Lord, please listen to Mr. Li¡¯s heartfelt prayer.¡±

    Just as Li Jinren was praying, a scream of women rushed into the center of the open space like a locomotive. A woman with disheveled hair first looked under the grain and oil store, then she was about to rush into the grain and oil store, but was stopped by the clerk and thrown back.  , because it matchesCome on.

    Over there, Director Zeng looked at the young man with blood dripping down the back of his hands, his face covered with black ash, and his hair was singed, and laughed: "Little brother, I have you! I commend you.  ! The heroic deeds of Shiligou!"

    Then he turned to his subordinates and shouted: "Xiao Tang, contact a reporter to come over and brag about our work results this year"

    Before he finished speaking, he heard the young man yelling angrily: "Fuck your mother!"

    Who dared to talk to his director like this? Director Zeng was stunned and turned his head. After seeing the man's face clearly, he was dumbfounded. He suddenly stood at attention, gave a military salute, and shouted: "Private  !¡±

    The salute was too sudden, and the slippers did not keep up with the speed of the heels. One slipper and one bare foot touched each other, and the police uniform draped over his shirtless body also fell to the ground. It looked like a shirtless middle-aged uncle with a big belly was performing.  It's as funny as a Western drama.

    "Let them put out the fire! What's going on!" The young man pointed at the "entrepreneurs" and "patriots" behind him who were looking at him in surprise, with disgust on his face.

    "Ye private!" Director Zeng roared and hurriedly ran towards the venue.

    "Such a dirty and ugly Babylon the Great." The young man said to himself with contempt on his face as he glanced sideways at the onlookers, thugs and gangsters.

    Suddenly, he let out a sigh and strode towards Fang Bingsheng, with surprise on his face.  (To be continued)
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