96: Chapter 24: The First Battle of Red Street!
(Combined chapter, 4400 words) 96: Chapter 24: The First Battle of Red Street!
(Combined chapter, 4400 words) From the moment humanity first formed societies, the world was stratified into classes; every country, every era, every group has them.
Different classes occupy different dimensions of interest, hence their value judgments on the same matter can greatly diverge.
At times, these differences can seem utterly contradictory.
For example, some people will never care about the currency fluctuations of foreign countries in their entire lives, while others wake up every day and the first thing they do is check this.
Some people watch the news only for outcomes, never considering the interest logic behind the news, while others sit in front of their TV every evening at seven, meticulously analyzing the details in the news with a notebook in hand.
In Hua Country, there are even specialized groups for dissecting news, which send out a QR code punctually at nine-thirty each night.
Once opened, it leads to an audio file that cannot be downloaded or copied, and it self-destructs after listening.
The only way to record is to use a recording device to copy as you listen.
This group charges a monthly fee of two thousand Hua yuan and has over a hundred members.
The group owner later directly lost contact, the kind that vanishes without a trace.
(The above are all internet legends, any similarity to actual events is purely coincidental)
Even within the same class, contention, even contradictions and struggles, can arise due to the jostling of interests.
Both are Semitic Wanderers, both core figures in the Democratic Party’s interest group.
But when the time came to turn their backs, Robert didn’t even bother with a courtesy call.
He declared his willingness to help, but then he pulled his advertisements without a second thought.
Dracula understood Robert’s intentions, so he wouldn’t naively seek an explanation.
The kidnapping, a minor incident, even the death of his son, was still a minor incident.
From the day he set foot in the arena, he knew there was no such thing as walking away unscathed from this game.
You either win, win for generations to come!
Or you die, leaving nothing of your family business!
The day he took over his father’s position, Dracula realized this.
The kidnappers didn’t know, he had over a dozen sons, each with two clones.
Colleagues, on the same level, both part of the Saint Rodu Police Department.
But they would not hesitate to turn against each other for a single position, with neither giving the other any quarter.
Gru would unhesitatingly force Klauer to take action, and Klauer would watch without guilt as Gru alone faced the thunder at the Niangniang Temple sub-station.
“Andrei, why would you take off the hood?”
The Ant-Man simply couldn’t understand his leader’s choice; this step wasn’t part of their plan.
Choosing the Avenger’s mask was meant to avenge those soldiers who couldn’t seek justice for themselves.
Also, wearing a mask could prevent the police from involving their families.
“Now you also know my occupation.
I have no family, no attachments,
As long as I can do a small deed in accordance with God’s grace, I will die with no regrets.”
Andrei saw things very clearly.
As a priest, he felt the need to take whatever action he could for those persecuted lambs.
God waits for him in heaven, for him to come home!
“I never imagined you were a priest, Andrei.
The Wasp With the Wasp, unlike the Ant-Man, was also imbued with a readiness to die.
This was revealed when Thor comforted her.
“It seems the kidnappers have no way out?” Cheng Daqi realized things were different from what he had thought.
The Wasp’s logic was simple: as long as death was meaningful, then death was not to be feared.
“I also want to take off my mask, haha.”
You guys will get out safely.
I should be the one to die.
Someone has to take responsibility for this.
Besides, our actions have ultimately violated the law.”
Andrei stopped the Wasp from wanting to take off her mask.
When the law is unable to bring justice to the victim, personal vengeance becomes legitimate and even noble from this moment!”
These words came from Holmes.
The Ant-Man never felt there was anything wrong with what they were doing, his tone exceedingly resolute.
“Perhaps, but, my child, what about those policemen we killed, that deceased Mexican descendant?
They did nothing wrong.
Let me bear these sins.”
The priest’s words gave the hostages a glimpse of hope for life, as the kidnapper leader seemed to have a genuinely kind heart at his core.
Justice has its boundaries; will the kidnappers’ actions exceed those boundaries?
“Do we still use the hostages to threaten the police or those people?”
The Wasp’s question made the hostages, including Cheng Daqi, tense up again!
For a higher justice, these lost lambs need to make some sacrifices.”
Cheng Daqi closed his eyes.
He was still waiting, waiting for a change in the situation.
This group was not the comedic bungling kidnappers from the movies; they had ideals, abilities, strong cohesion.
Difficult to deal with.
“Another negotiator has come.” The voice of the Hulk came through the walkie-talkie.
“Shouldn’t it be time for dinner?
Let the police provide it; we still have more than forty hostages here.”
Andrei replied methodically.
“Negotiated and done, sixty servings for dinner, but it’s all fast food, make do with it.” Soon after, the Hulk brought news of the successful negotiation.
“Let the hostages eat first to guard against the police poisoning the food.”
The Ant-Man’s words anticipated Klauer’s strategy beforehand; luckily the so-called smart fool didn’t actually poison the food.
“After dinner, you replace the Hulk, you and Thor will team up at night, and I will team up with the Hulk, taking turns watching the hostages and the front entrance.”
Without any response from the Dracula Group, Andrei was prepared for a long standoff.