Chapter 963 Followers (please vote for this huge chapter/Happy New Year)

"Did you really want to come back to see the mayor, even if you passed the bus stop? Did you just happen to encounter the prisoner gang assassinating the mayor?"

In a quiet and cramped small room, a man wearing an officer's uniform turned the bright desk lamp in front of him, illuminating the cheeks of a somewhat cramped young man on the other side of the small room.

"Yes,"

Looking at the officer's indifferent eyes, the young man nodded lightly and said as calmly as possible, "I was on the same bus as the mayor. I originally just planned to come over to meet the mayor and see if there was a chance to talk to him.

In the last two sentences, I didn’t expect things to develop to this point..."

"Joate, a low-level employee of the machinery factory owned by Ives Space Systems Group, as an ordinary citizen,"

The officer in front glanced down at the tablet in his hand and continued in a cold voice, "After encountering such a big event as the mayor's assassination, your first reaction was not to run away, but to hide and carefully observe the situation. Don't you think you are too

Too calm?"

"I really just want to see..."

The young man known as Choate hesitated for a moment and said slowly.

"Just want to see the excitement?!"

As if hearing the young man's hesitant tone, the officer's voice became colder and his eyes were like swords, staring at the young man.

"I···"

The young man trembled, and then said slowly, "I was wondering if I could help the mayor, if necessary..."

"Help Mr. Mayor? Among a bunch of armed gang members and powerful supernatural monsters?"

The officer looked at the young man with cold eyes, and his tone was calm and low.

"People who grow up in southern neighborhoods are more or less familiar with firearms,"

Facing the officer's gaze, the young man spoke slowly, "My brother serves in the Beicheng City Defense Army. He also taught me some basic fighting skills..."

Then he paused for a moment and said with a slight embarrassment, "Isn't it always like this on TV? An ordinary street kid meets a seriously injured big shot, and then begins a legendary adventure life..."

The entire interrogation room fell into a brief silence.

After a while, the interrogating officer coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "You are very imaginative."

Then he lowered his head and flipped the tablet in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the young man again, "Okay, there is no problem for the time being. Keep the communication open. We will verify your information. Thank you for your support of Mayor Lin En. I hope

This inquiry will not affect your trust in Mr. Lynn."

"ah,"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and stood up slowly, somewhat awkwardly, "Okay, thank you."

"Okay, next one."

The officer flicked the tablet screen, clicked on a walkie-talkie next to him, and spoke quickly.

At this moment, the young man who was about to stand up glanced at the officer who started to flip the tablet to see the next person's information. He hesitated and asked softly, "From your tone, it seems that you guys also support Mr. Lin En?"

"

“We can’t talk about support or lack of support,”

Hearing the young man's question, the officer looked up at him and replied casually, "Soldiers give priority to obeying orders. But personally, we all admire him. The mayor who is also resourceful, courageous and courageous, in

In this era, there are even fewer provisions to care for employees than in the employee care plans of consortiums.”

Then he lowered his head and continued to look at the documents in his hand, "If you really want to find Mr. Lin En, turn right when you go out and go straight, follow the direction of the crowd, and you can probably find him. Mr. Lin En is doing a free clinic over there.

Remember to collect your bracelet and personal belongings at the exit.”

"Free clinic?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Thank you."

Then he opened the door and walked a few steps along the corridor outside the door, arriving at a brightly lit intersection with several wooden tables.

"Joate?"

The soldier guarding the door glanced at him and pointed to a table next to him, "That's yours. Check to see if there's anything missing. If you take it away and find something missing, don't come to us again."

"Okay, okay, thank you."

The young man nodded quickly, then walked to the table and found his bracelet and some personal items that had been taken away during the inspection in a small plastic basin.

After briefly checking that there were no missing items, he put away his personal belongings, picked up the bracelet, and clicked on the bracelet interface.

Suddenly, dense records of missed calls filled his field of vision.

And these missed calls are all from the same person.

He immediately put the bracelet on his hand, put on his Bluetooth headset, and called back.

The call was connected almost within a very short time, but there was no word immediately.

"elder brother?"

The young man opened his mouth and asked carefully and tentatively.

"Well, good, you're still alive,"

The voice on the other end of the phone sighed softly, "Tell me, what happened? Were you valued by the mayor, and then we talked secretly for a long time, and he wanted to grant you a high official position and a generous salary? Or did you meet the mayor and was assassinated?

, you were involved in it and lost half your life, and now you have the opportunity to give me your last words?"

"The mayor was indeed assassinated."

The young man said slowly.

The moment he said these words, there was a moment of silence on the other side, and then in this moment of silence, there was the sound of quickly packing up things, and a slightly urgent question, "Where are you?"

"Brother, I'm fine, I'm fine."

The young man quickly said, "The mayor was indeed assassinated, but he took care of it himself. I was just found nearby by the city defense troops who were searching, so they arrested me and interrogated me to see if I was an assassin."

"Damn it, can't you finish what you're talking about?"

A voice came from the other end of the phone and sat back down on the bed, "I thought you were so hot-blooded that you went to save the mayor. That's right. With your three-legged cat skills, if you really want to rush forward, you have no chance to call me now.

"But if you really die in there, I can't afford to buy you a cemetery. I can only see if I can find your body before the scavengers do, and burn it for you and scatter it back to your hometown."

"Ahem,"

Hearing his brother's words, the young man coughed twice in embarrassment and looked up to the front.

Scattered crowds were slowly moving forward along the dilapidated streets, some with admiration on their faces, and some with doubts on their faces.

The rapid and violent gunshots that had been heard all around had completely silenced at this moment. Only the soldiers with guns and live ammunition guarding key street entrances could still vaguely leave a trace of the coldness and solemnity of the fierce battle.

The wind under the moonlight blew over the young man's cheek, and his eyes followed the flow of the crowd and looked into the depths of the dark night.

At the very end of the street, a bright light was shining faintly.

Then he lowered his head, followed the pace of the crowd, and continued to talk to the phone, "Brother, I heard that Mr. Lin En has a free clinic nearby."

"Free clinic? The mayor is at the free clinic?"

The person on the other end of the phone looked slightly surprised, then he paused and asked calmly, "You want to go? Why, are you sick?"

"I···"

The young man opened his mouth slightly.

"Okay, I understand. You are mentally ill. You can go if you want."

The person on the other end of the phone sighed, "Before you do anything else, remember to send me your location so that I can come over and collect the body for you."

"elder brother,"

The young man moved forward and said, "When the mayor was assassinated, I was right next to him. I saw most of the assassination process. I felt that he was a little different from what I imagined."

"Why is it different? These differences didn't make you change your mind?"

The person on the other end of the phone paused and asked slightly confused.

"I can't explain clearly, I just feel..."

The young man looked up at the brightly lit tent surrounded by soldiers and the rows of busy medical staff under the tent, as well as the dignified and kind old man sitting in the middle of the tent, treating a child.

His tone slowed down and he said little by little, "He is more real and reliable."

Then he scratched his head, recalled it, and continued,

“When I used to watch the mayor’s speeches, I could feel his courage and courage, and his impassioned emotions, but I always felt that he was far away from me and what he said was illusory.

"Sometimes I always have a feeling that the mayor really has that goal, but he doesn't have the ability and courage to achieve everything he promised.

"But after seeing him today, I feel like I have seen another person, strong, confident, calm, tough and decisive. For example, the city defense army is now using absolute violence to clean up the entire Prisoner Gang,"

His eyes swept across the crowd queuing up at night. On both sides of the crowd, there were some outdoor grills with flickering firelights standing there like street lamps.

It was obvious that many people had not adapted to the existence of these stoves. It seemed that no one had ever placed these things here before. They leaned next to the stove, keeping warm while looking at the stove and talking in low voices.

The young man lowered his head, entered the queue, and continued talking to the phone, "In the past decades or hundreds of years, no mayor has cared about the southern neighborhood, and no gentleman from St. Yilan is willing to come here.

, take a look at us, even just a glance,

"There is no order, no FBI, gunfire, chaos, killings, and death that never knows when it will come. This is our childhood, our parents' life, and perhaps our future life.

"The chaos in the southern neighborhood has its benefits. It has the cheapest labor in the entire Yilan City. There is never a shortage of people who sell their health for a little medicine. There is also no shortage of people who have borrowed gang loan sharks and are willing to do anything dangerous because of the interest.

employees.
To be continued...