Chapter 263 33: Impact
“Hand over the executioner!”
“Justice cannot be killed!”
“Refuse to cover up, hand over the murderer!”
In the Palace of Delfor, Olivier stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back, looking expressionlessly at the crowd of protesters outside the square.
The military and police erected a shield wall to guard the defense line. They also had to pay attention to whether there were stones or beer bottles thrown by the crowd. It was like a fragile thread, constantly deforming under the squeeze of the crowd, as if it might collapse at any time. Break.
The crowd shared their emotions, sometimes shouting in unison, and sometimes jumping for joy together. Among them, the most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the dozens of brand-new coffins that had not yet been sealed in a messy manner in the center. Covered with Gallic flags.
In the temperature that has just entered autumn and has not yet dropped, the sun at noon is still fierce, and there is even a faint rotten smell coming out, but no one cares about it now.
Olivier has made preventive preparations in advance, such as carrying out traffic control in advance, limiting the protest crowds from threatening the core of the office, arranging people to lobby the protesters' senior leaders, exchanging benefits for compromises, etc., and even He has arranged for the worst-case scenario of directly arresting protest leaders as a backup plan.
The actual result is that there is a lot of resistance at the implementation level. Don’t think too much, it must be the work of the opposition.
Although the opposition does not like immigrants, it is not unacceptable to them as long as it can combat Olivier's forces. What's more, it is not only immigrants who are protesting now, but also many locals, including those coffins.
Olivier's back, which had been strong for most of his life, had some subtle rickets.
After many years, he once again doubted his policy and whether all these years of hard work were really in vain?
“Integration may be a trend, but these people do not blend with us naturally. It is because they need a stable country and we need cheap low-level labor, so the combination is unstable. Integration, which skipped many bloody integration processes, will always be made up for in other forms, and history also tells us that a country whose main ethnic group is not strong enough and whose sense of identity is insufficient will sooner or later. It will lead to division.”
“And, Mr. Olivier, I don’t think you will forget that this is the birthplace of modern national thought.”
Mosaic, who was Gaulish, answered part of Olivier's questions.
"Maybe it's because I've been standing at the top for too long," Olivier laughed at himself.
“It can be said that even if you so-called go deep into the masses, you can only empathize with it but not experience it. You think you have worked hard enough, but they want far more than that. The powder keg has been formed. , even the leads are everywhere." Mosaic ignored Secretary Olivier's wink and continued to say something.
"Do you want to tell the story of the farmer and the snake?" Olivier looked at him.
Mosaic shook his head calmly: "They are not snakes, and we are not farmers who want nothing more."
Olivier was noncommittal to his answer and just continued to look at the situation outside. Official personnel had already gone to have a conversation, and the crowd became slightly quieter.
But this calmness did not last long. Soon, the negotiation broke down, and the other side began to throw some random things, knocking down the person communicating.
“When there is no way to reconcile the bottom lines of both parties, the only way is to see whether the east wind is stronger or the west wind is stronger.” Mosaic seemed to mutter to himself, “But no matter what the outcome, this is In view of the overall useless internal friction, perhaps the most effective method is to cut the knot with a sharp knife."
Olivier remained silent.
Once that method is used, his political image will collapse instantly. There is no need to wait for the general election in two years, everyone will force him to step down.
Looking at the increasingly restless crowd, Olivier turned his head and asked, "Aren't the cowboys and hounds coming?"
"Based on the clues, we suspect that Heath's wife and son died that year when Abdul and In the melee with Gabriel, therefore, the person Heath really wants to deal with may be Abdul, and the words written before may mislead us."
"Is it the previous portrait? ?”
Mosaic nodded.
From that portrait, they targeted several people, excluding those who were still alive and unrelated, and the most suspicious one was a woman who died in the tower battle. The information even showed that she had a son and husband.
However, after actual investigation, it was found that her son died at the same time as her, and her husband disappeared shortly after that, and the time was consistent.
If you look at it this way, it makes sense. No wonder he didn’t care whether he was an immigrant or a local when he started. This is what Heath really thinks. The only thing he really hates is Ah Abdul and Gabriel, now because Gabriel has died long ago, he can only seek revenge from Abdul.
Although his method of revenge is completely unscrupulous, innocent people seem to be valuable consumables in his eyes. Even he himself has long become the kind of person he hates. people.
After coming back to his senses, facing the already precarious defense line, Olivier was arranging for the troops behind to use tear gas to disperse the crowd, and this was the limit of what he could do.
The current crowd is showing signs of getting out of control and must be contained in advance.
A bustling confrontation scene.
The heavily armed military policemen were carrying explosion-proof shields, sweating profusely, struggling to withstand the waves of impact in front of them. He could clearly see the crazy woman in front of him. Holding a stone, his eyes were red, his saliva was splashing all the time, and he slapped the shield fiercely.
Take a deep breath and push forward hard. The squeeze from both sides instantly made the woman breathless.
Unfortunately, the other party coughed a few times, recovered quickly, and then continued to yell and slap, repeating the previous operations, and the scolding was even worse.
“Gas emission!”
Puchichi——
With the release of tear gas, white mist quickly filled the scene. However, the crowd did not collapse as expected. Instead, each and every one of them covered their nose, nose and eyes with experience. Putting on the posture of the Resistance King and fighting to the end, the fighting spirit became even higher.
However, most people are ordinary people after all. Even if they can support it for a while, they soon become disoriented in the fog and don't know where to push.
And something that made them panic soon came. The ground began to tremble.
This quickly triggered memories of panic in some people, screaming and running around like blind flies.
"Here he comes! The executioner is here again!"
"God, save us!"
"Run, run!"
Tear gas blasts The lingering crowd fell into panic less than ten seconds after the ground began to tremble.
The ground gradually became soft and rotten, making it difficult for them to walk. They kept praying, for fear that spikes would appear from nowhere in the next second and penetrate them directly.
"In this situation, even if we present evidence to prove that Abdul is still under our surveillance and has not appeared here at all, I'm afraid they won't believe it." Mosaic looked at Olivier, "So we still Do you want to continue to do this? "
"This can only be done. No matter what, Abdul cannot appear in front of them. It's okay for these people not to believe it, but I can convince myself. The opposition also has less leverage to attack. "Olivier's decision was more for political purposes.
"In that case, I noticed that there are sprinklers on the lawn. Please ask someone to turn them on." "Yes, notify immediately." The secretary glanced at Olivier and saw that he had no objection. Make a call now.
Mosaic opened the window, looked up, then jumped down, and quickly rushed to the area where the ground was shaking and turning into a quagmire.
"Back off, back off! Don't fall in, hurry! Help your companions!"
"Be alert! Maintain the array!"
"Warning! An unknown fog is spreading!"
Unconsciously, the white mist of the tear gas did not dissipate, but became more and more intense. However, there was no strong smell in it, and instead it seemed to become an ordinary mist.
The military and policemen held their shields nervously and were extremely wary of the thickening fog. The personnel at the rear frowned as they looked at the vast whiteness coming from the drone.
In the fog, there were still many people wailing and screaming. They were probably trapped in the swamp or trampled. Unfortunately, they could only express their helplessness now.
"Senior Augustus, do you also like to pretend to be gods and ghosts?"
An ice crystal sentry tower gradually stood up, and the mosaic stood on it, slowly penetrating the white mist, standing Looking down from above.
No one responded in the white mist.
But those original screams turned into strange surprise or fear?
"The miracle has come. Everyone, God is watching us. Abdul, the executioner, is no longer able to resist. Go ahead! Victory belongs to us!"
The fog began to dissipate, and people could gradually see each other clearly. situation.
The ground that was just filled with people is now in a mess, and a large number of people fell on it. However, the ground has returned to a hard and flat surface, and there are not many casualties. The most eye-catching thing is that Mo Exceeding the original location of dozens of coffins.
Now, only mutilated or barely complete corpses were seen lifting up the coffins in a daze, which made people unbelievable. The leader of the protest stood on a chair and tried his best to encourage everyone. , constantly restoring the confidence of the crowd.
More and more coffins were opened, and corpses with their heads even pieced together crawled out of them. In their vague mouths, one word kept repeating: Revenge! revenge!
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Hand over Abdul!"
The crowd became frenzied again, and those "resurrected" corpses also erupted in a way that normal people don't have. With great strength, from uncoordinated limbs to quick adaptation, he opened his arms and rushed towards the military police.
The resurrected corpse drives relatives, relatives drives fanatics, fanaticism drives ordinary people, and the mob swarms forward like a black wave.
Mosaic jumped from the ice tower, landed in front of the anxious military police, and gently raised his hand.
With a slight breath of cold air, a cold mist visible to the naked eye started from the feet of Mosaic and quickly spread forward.
The ground quickly froze into a large skating rink, causing running people or corpses to fall down. Even getting up was extremely difficult. Some corpses had their heads dropped and could only kneel down. On the ice, he opened his hands and groped forward a little bit, trying to find his head that had rolled to the foot of Mosaic.
A slight fluctuation came. Mosaic focused his attention and saw several people in the crowd gathered together, emitting extraordinary fluctuations.
The next second, the ground trembled again. Naturally, the ice layer could not resist the force from the ground. It immediately cracked inch by inch. The broken ice cubes were swallowed up, and then became flat again. However, the few people gathered together, Almost turning into old men, they fell to the ground and slowly sank into the ground.
But those ordinary people seemed unable to see what happened to those people. They only knew how to struggle to get up and continue running.
And the leader walked there at some point, bent down and picked up a magic wand, looked at the mosaic, and showed a weird smile.
"Smile at your mother."
A big frosty hand suddenly grew out from under the leader, and it was about to slap him in the face.
He reacted quickly and blocked the ice hand, his face suddenly turned ugly, he gave a deep drink, and rushed straight towards Mosaic.
Mosaic pressed his hand on the ground and suddenly pulled it, and a great wall of ice rose up from the ground, stretching across the center.
Boom!
The leader smashed a gap with one punch, ice cubes flew away, Mosaic's expression remained unchanged, and countless ice spikes around him stabbed at the leader.
The more water nearby, the easier it will be for him to fight, at least he won't have to desperately extract moisture from the air.
And the broken ice can actually be used again, thus forming a super long-lasting combat effectiveness.
“The remnants of the Demon Lord, you can’t tell, you really obey Augustus’s words.”
"Oh, boring."
The leader didn't care about the injuries caused by the ice, and seemed to be planning to exchange injuries with Mosaic.
Of course Mosaic wouldn't trade with him. For these demons, a replacement body would only cause minor injuries, so it's not worth it.
“Let me see how delicious the top students from Shen’en Tower are!”
The two started a fight, and Mosaic consciously moved the battle venue away from crowded areas. Pull away, use your endurance to pull up the frost armors one by one, and start fighting with him.
The military and police array also collided with the team of corpses and ordinary people who were affected.
Rubber bullets have no effect at all. In such a helpless situation, they can only be beaten passively against the explosion shield.
"Haha, aren't you worried about Olivier you want to protect?" The leader in the battle suddenly smiled sinisterly.
Mosaic's expression changed: "Oops, I didn't expect you to actually attack the east and the west. You really look like a retard."
His expression quickly changed back to its original state, showing mockery.
"Tricking me? Your two companions clearly went to Abdul's place." The leader still held on to a glimmer of hope.
"Who told you that there are only three of us?"
The mosaic condensed into a pair of frost gloves and jumped up: "Don't be distracted, Shabi!"
(End of this chapter)