Night’s Nomenclature Chapter 205: Singing

Gradually, people gathered around, and they looked at this scene indifferently.

An uncle advising from the side: "You young people, please disperse quickly, they will not let you enter the Upper 3 District."

Another kind-hearted aunt said: "You are freezing in this stalemate in the ice and snow. Your parents have worked so hard to raise you, but you didn't think about them when you did this kind of thing?"

"It is impossible to overthrow the consortium in the federation. Don't make your parents lose their jobs."

At this time, some students suddenly discovered that among the noisy crowd there were marchers who had left earlier. One of them said: "In fact, this kind of march should not be launched. What is the use of education reform? Can school be used as food? ?"

“And I didn’t check the weather forecast when I launched it, so I had to choose a snowy day to march!”

After these people leave, only by trying their best to prove that the march was wrong can they appear to be right in leaving.

Snow in the sky.

Words on the street.

It's like a knife blocking the road. .

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

Hundreds of students stood there, unable to move forward, but unwilling to retreat.

Some students began to cry softly. They didn't know what was going on. Everyone was obviously just doing the right thing with passion, so why didn't everyone understand.

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

The snow suddenly became heavier, and the wild wind passed through the steel forest, making a roaring sound.

However, at this moment, a thin singing voice suddenly sounded among the students, and it was passed out despite the snow and knives. It seemed that because the weather was a bit cold, there was a slight tremor in the singing voice.

Childish but fiery.

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

"Arise, hungry and cold slave."

"Arise, you wretches of the world."

"My blood is 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 was no longer so thin and began to gain strength.

I don’t know who brought this Internationale from the outside world to the outside world, and also simplified the lyrics to make it easier to remember.

The students secretly learned this song before the parade, but they did not dare to sing it before because the lyrics were too sharp and passionate.

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

The students let the snowflakes cover their heads and shoulders. They did not want to leave, but stubbornly sang songs.

My voice, which was originally hoarse from shouting slogans, continued to be overwhelmed by the singing.

The male student at the front looked forward, looking at the Public Security Management Committee agents openly.

"There has never been a savior."

"Don't rely on the fairy emperor either."

"To create human happiness."

"It's all up to us."

While singing, the male classmate’s eyes turned red and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He didn't cry because he felt wronged or in pain, but because he was in the chorus of hundreds of people, his mood was inexplicably agitated.

They sang the Internationale over and over again and refused to leave.

An unexpected thing happened. Some people in the crowd watching outside began to clumsily sing along.

At first, there were only one or two people singing along, but gradually, there were one or two hundred people stopping and singing along.

The number of people in the parade that had already seemed a little lonely began to grow slowly.

Those onlookers didn’t know why they wanted to join in. They just felt that their brains were getting hot and walked in.

The singing became louder and louder.

At this moment, a man in a black coat walked calmly through the snow, holding a document that was still warm in his hand.

Hengshe, Li Dongze.

Many people recognized the man.

Immediately afterwards, they watched Li Dongze come to the Security Committee detectives and put the document in his hand into the other's hands. It was the legal procession approval that had been taken away by the detectives before.

Li Dongze looked at the detective and said softly: "Remember not to use such dirty methods against children next time."

The next moment, another box truck drove up from the corner. Two Hengshe members in black suits jumped out of the truck. They opened the iron door of the truck, and inside were pieces of red cloth.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of Hengshe members rushed out from nowhere. They took red cloths from the cargo box and distributed them to the students. Use it as a scarf around your neck. At least the wind won't hit your neck. The food will be delivered soon, so don't worry."

The students stared blankly at the Hengshe member in front of them, whose tattoos spread all the way to his neck and even his cheeks.

This kind of person is handing out red scarves and saying warm and kind words, which always makes people feel a little weird.

They discovered that these "scarves" actually had "trouser legs", which looked like a pair of red long johns that had been cut in half and then turned into scarves.

A Hengshe member scratched his head when he saw the student's expression was strange: "The boss insists on a red scarf, saying it looks good, but it's really hard to find a bright red scarf, so I can only..."

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

The member of Hengshe with tattoos all over his neck grinned: "Be polite to me... cough, you're welcome."

Li Dongze looked at the students: "Keep going, no one dares to stop you today. Sooner or later, you will no longer be in such a mess, I look forward to it."

The parade started again, and the chorus that reached into the sky did not stop, but became stronger.

It's night.

But it’s no longer cold.

……

……

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

It was still a while before the agreed-upon secret execution time, but the information that had been agreed upon every five minutes in the plan was never sent again.

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

At this moment, everyone heard a faint singing sound coming from above their heads.

The sound was a little faint after penetrating the thick wall, but even the weak chorus always reflected passionate and high-pitched enthusiasm.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and was surprised. What song could penetrate here?

He knew very well that above them was Jungle Street, which was on the border of District 3 and District 5.

Who would have thought that there is a secret prison hidden underground in such a prosperous place? It is precisely because of the special location of the secret prison that Li Shutong failed to find it after eight years of searching.

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

Cheng Xiao sighed: "What a great song."

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly: "What time has it been? Are you still in the mood to listen to music?"

"There is nothing to regret if you hear a good song before you die," Cheng Xiao said with a smile.

After saying that, Cheng Xiao started humming along again. He felt that the singing above his head was getting louder and louder. The lyrics that were incomprehensible just now were now clear to him.

The 35 prisoners gradually started singing along. The middle-aged man rushed to Cheng Xiao, raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

The crisp sound was extremely loud, but Cheng Xiao was still singing with a smile on his face, and his eyes were still staring straight at the middle-aged man.

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

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

"Never mind, this was originally planned," the middle-aged man said.

But even when faced with execution, Cheng Xiao and others did not stop singing.

All soldiers opened the safety of their automatic rifles, pulled the bolts and loaded the guns.

But I heard Cheng Xiao lamenting: "It's a pity, there are still several lines of lyrics that I didn't understand clearly."

However, at this moment, several soldiers exclaimed. For some reason, the firearms in their hands suddenly came out of their hands and clung to the concrete ceiling above their heads.

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

These soldiers all hold black ceramic daggers in their hands and wear federal special operations uniforms. They are as fast as ghosts when fighting head-on, and each of them can defeat many.

Both sides had no firearms on them. There were 80 guards in the secret prison, but they didn't even have the most basic ability to resist in front of these 12 people.

The unit serial numbers on the 12 soldiers have been torn off. No one knows which unit they belong to, and no one knows who trained this war machine.

The middle-aged man only knew that he had to face not only these special warriors, but also a transcendent who could control metal!

One transcendent, plus 12 genetic warriors, this is almost the ceiling configuration of the special forces in the federal army.

Who is coming to rob the prison! ?

The sound of combat boots clicking came, and a young man walked into the secret prison with a smile. He walked across the battlefield as if there was no one else around and came to the middle-aged man.

However, I saw that the guns no longer clung to the ceiling, but slowly floated in the air and fell gently.

All 80 pistols flew to the young man's side, and the black muzzles were pointed at the middle-aged man opposite.

"It's a bit strange," 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 bunch of chickens and dogs. None of them even wore military uniforms and were only equipped with silencers. Pistol, you don’t pay too much attention to these prisoners."

The middle-aged man said with an earthy face: "This secret prison location is better than being hidden. If Li Shutong really finds it, even if he is fully armed, he will not be able to stop the demigod. On the surface, we are just employees of a small company on the ground. ”

"What you said makes sense. After all, we are facing Li Shutong. The important thing is concealment, not defensive strength... I learned it," the young man smiled.

The middle-aged man said tremblingly: "Do you know that robbing a secret prison means going to a military court?"

"Is it just a military court?" The young man was a little surprised: "I thought it would be a direct secret execution. ~IndoMTL.com~ The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and cold sweat could not stop flowing down his back. He trembled. : "Which army are you from? I am also following orders..."

The young man smiled and said: "It doesn't make sense for a dead person to know which army I am from."

As he spoke, the firearms floating around the young man seemed to be controlled by eighty invisible hands in the air, and they pulled the triggers at the same time.

In an instant, gunfire burst out from the muzzle of the gun loaded with silencer equipment, and the middle-aged man was beaten into a sieve.

Cheng Xiao and others watched this scene silently. They had heard in the early years that someone could control the speed of bullets fired by metal needles. This was terrifying enough.

However, compared with controlling the speed of a metal needle to fire bullets, the effect of this young man firing a metal storm by himself is obviously more fierce and effective.

The young man turned to Cheng Xiao and others and said seriously: "Are you ready? We have to leave quickly while the ground is still noisy."

"Did Li Shutong send you here?" Cheng Xiao asked after hesitation.

The young man laughed, showing his extremely clean upper and lower rows of teeth: "Although I came to save you because of Mr. Li, he can't command me yet. We don't belong to the Knights and Hengshe, and the unit number It’s also confidential, so I have no comment.”

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Thanks to Scandium, No Regrets Xiaoyao, Qiangu Little Shutong, and Amaterasu Tsukiyomi 2856 for becoming the new allies of this book. The boss is generous and the boss makes a fortune!