jdhmnovel Chapter 513: Holy Tribunal
Chapter 513: Holy Tribunal
Among the ruins, the smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated, and a city is dying under the ravages of war.
The streets and alleys are littered with broken bricks, twisted steel beams and ruins blackened by war.
The once bustling streets are now unrecognizable, with only the occasional crows adding a touch of sadness to the dead silence.
On a dusty and crude construction site, a group of ragged workers were busy running around like ants.
The scorching sun poured down unreservedly, baking their exposed backs. The sweat on their backs gathered like streams, and soaked their clothes along the waistbands of their pants.
Some workers held heavy shovels tightly in both hands, struggling to shovel up the piles of sand and rocks, each shovel accompanied by heavy breathing and bulging veins on their arms;
Some workers worked in groups of two or three, carrying thick cement pipes. Their steps were staggering but firm, and deep red marks were left on their shoulders.
Not far away, there were workers standing on a high scaffolding, holding a wrench in one hand and holding a steel beam with the other, tightening bolts, their bodies swaying in the air, which was terrifying.
Their eyes were empty and fearful, and their thin bodies were crumbling under the heavy work.
In a factory building near the construction site, a group of soldiers in blue and white uniforms were chatting and laughing in the smoke.
"It's still cool in the room. These workers are working too slowly."
"That's right. We give them 8 hours of rest a day. I'm afraid they've been spoiled because of too much rest."
"Butch, go out and push for progress. I won't be able to meet my boss's targets at this rate."
"Yeah." A tall and fat man stood up and walked out of the factory with a pistol in his hand.
His broad face was flushed with alcohol, his blue eyes flashed fiercely in his deep eye sockets, and his thick beard trembled with anger under his high nose bridge.
He was wearing a tight old shirt with the collar open, revealing his hairy chest, and the belt buckle around his waist was particularly eye-catching under his bulging belly.
Outside the factory, the sun was high in the sky, scorching the busy construction site. Workers were working hard among the broken bricks and tiles, their faces covered in dust and their clothes soaked with sweat.
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire scared all the workers.
boom!
The gunshots were like thunder, instantly silencing the entire construction site. The workers stopped their work in fear.
"You lazy pigs! You're so slow, do you want to starve to death?" Butch screamed at the top of his voice, and the whole factory fell silent.
Some workers' hands were shaking as they held the shovels, but they could only wipe away their tears and then timidly speed up their actions.
Butch walked around proudly with a gun in hand, spitting everywhere: "Listen to me! If anyone dares to be lazy again, this gun will have no eyes!"
His roar echoed over the construction site for a long time, and the workers could only continue this arduous and endless work in fear.
"Beast!" A worker pushing a cement truck in the distance complained in a low voice.
"Shh, shhh, do you want to die?" The worker next to him was frightened by him and quickly put his thumb in front of his mouth as a serious reminder.
"Why? I have done nothing wrong. Why are you locking us up here and making us work day and night?"
"Fuck the Judgment Committee!"
"It has now been renamed the Holy Tribunal."
"Fuck the Holy Inquisition!"
"Hey! What are you talking about over there?" Butch, who was far away, noticed their conversation.
The young man was not going to give in either. He pushed the cement truck over with one hand, looking as if he was ready to kill or chop you up.
At this time, he should have been sitting on the sofa watching TV or spending time with his family, but now he was ruthlessly captured and became a slave laborer to rebuild this city.
The war also took away his parents and even countless relatives and friends.
Sweat mixed with dust flowed freely on his face. The young man realized that if life could only be like this, he might as well die.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Why aren't you working?" The other party's strike was undoubtedly a loud slap in the face for Butch, who had just established his authority.
"I said, I quit, and you are an idiot!"
The young man spoke confidently, and casually picked up a piece of glass from the ground with his left hand and held it quietly in his palm.
"What did you say?" Veins bulged on Butch's forehead. He raised his F57 and shot the opponent in the thigh!
Hyperactivity
"Ugh!"
The young man who was shot knelt on one knee, and Butch shot him in the other leg again!
Hyperactivity
"Uh-"
The young man knelt on his knees, still trying to support himself with his hands, and looked up at him.
"You coward, you only dare to use a gun? If you dare, let's fight!"
"Hahaha, do you think I didn't see your little move? There's a sharp piece of glass in the palm of your left hand." Butch examined the pistol with interest and sneered playfully.
The young man was stunned. He didn't expect that his trick could be seen through so easily.
Along with the familiar despair, the severe pain from the bullet wounds in both legs resurfaced in his heart.
"Okay, I won't kill you, nor will I save you. I'll just let you slowly suffer through this painful process." Butch's methods were cruel.
He turned around with a smile, only to find a motionless figure standing outside the construction site.
The other party's clothing was not that of a Holy Inquisition, nor was it that of a local resident. He was holding two spears.
It only took Butch a few seconds to define this person as an uninvited guest.
"who are you?"
Although the factory is simple and has no outer walls, there are still many soldiers from the Holy Tribunal stationed here to control the situation.
With Butch's shout, everyone pointed their guns at the gunman outside the factory.
"Ok?"
"Who is he?"
"I do not know."
"What a courage! I wish I could be as courageous as you one day."
Seeing this, the workers stopped what they were doing, looked outside the factory, and whispered to each other.
The sun was blazing, the workers were half naked...
Looking at everything happening in front of him, Zhang Yang seemed to have returned to the days in the Kro Camp.
In order to carry out post-war reconstruction, the Arbitration Group captured all the surviving innocent civilians and brought them here to force them to do hard labor day and night.
It's really "justice"...
"I am a god, a god in charge of guns." Zhang Yang raised his head and scolded everyone in a condescending manner, as if the dozen or so black gun barrels pointed at him were nothing more than children's toys.
“Hahahaha, that’s so funny…”
bang——
Butch was still laughing one second ago, and the next second he fell to the ground in a daze as if something had pierced his body from top to bottom!
Snapped--
The bloated and obese body fell to the ground, raising half a meter of dust!
"Oh my, it's bleeding!" Several workers next to him dared to stick their heads out and saw the dark red on Butch's face.
"Open fire!!!" Seeing that others were still in a daze, the commander who had just come out of the factory hurriedly gave the order.
bang bang bang bang...
Da da da da…
嘘嘚嘚嘚…
Suddenly, countless soldiers pulled the trigger and poured fire towards Zhang Yang!