Shadow Empire - Chapter 927 Stab on the head
Shadow Empire
Chapter 927 Stab on the headChapter 927 Stab on the head"Ronnie..."
Before the people behind the burly man could hold him back, the guy he called Ronnie used his strong arms to push the manager so hard that he flew out.
Of course, this is just an exaggeration. In fact, he took seven or eight steps back and fell heavily to the ground.
Someone hit the manager, and people started spreading this little news, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.
The manager, who fell to the ground, covered his buttocks, grimaced in pain and gasped.
There was a deep chill in his eyes as he looked at the sturdy man. He had never felt such a strong desire to kill someone as he did at this moment!
He knew that this emotion was wrong, but he still thought so!The guy who pushed him down was called "Ronnie", and no one was quite sure what his last name was, including himself.
Ronnie was a mixed race, a mix of a dark race and a native race.
He was lucky that his skin was not completely dyed. Judging from his appearance, his skin was just slightly darker than the locals, which was still within people's acceptable range.
But people can tell that he is of mixed race through some subtle differences in his appearance.
Since he was a child, he had not had a good life. He was regarded as a shame by his mother and a shame by his mother's family.
Then he was abandoned by his mother and thrown on the side of the road when he was three or four years old.
It would have been difficult for an abandoned child of this age to survive in Lapa, but he did it.
He grew up on the streets since he was a child, which gave him a strong street style of doing things. Just by looking at him, you can tell where he comes from.
The street style is also very uniform and exaggerated, without any environment or space for thinking.
For Ronnie, using his brain is far less simple and direct than punching his enemy.
He was able to come to this factory by accident. When they were recruiting workers, they were on the street where Ronnie lived. He was stronger than everyone else, so he was lucky to be chosen.
The recruiter thought he would be a good hand, but he didn't expect that he was actually a troublemaker.
He was the first one to start being lazy. He had never done such a boring job before, sitting for a whole day and repeating the process of rolling cigars over and over again. He was fed up with such work content, but was unwilling to give up this high-paying job.
So he started to be lazy, and under his influence, some people who had a good relationship with him also started to be lazy, and the trend began to spread around, which led to all this happening.
At this time, Ronnie looked at the manager who was pushed to the ground by him, and he knew that the development of the situation was beyond his expectations and plans, and he could not stay in the factory.
When he thought about losing his job, his eyes became more ferocious when he looked at his manager.
And walked towards the manager.
The manager was terrified. Ronnie's eyes seemed to want to eat him. He quickly backed away using his hands and feet, seeking help as he did so.
The people around him were reluctant to help him, and the supervisors in the factory just stood beside him without any intention of completely intervening.
Seeing that Ronnie had come in front of him, grabbed his collar and was about to make close contact between his fist and the manager's nose, he suddenly paused.
The noisy noise behind him made him turn around, and he saw a baseball bat swinging towards his head.
He almost instinctively dropped the manager and used his hands to protect his head as much as possible to resist the attack, but it was of no use.
The intense pain caused by a baseball bat hitting the forearm can make people doubt life!
However, this is not the end, it is just the beginning.
The next second, the force from his knee bend made it difficult for him to stand steadily. The interface supporting his center of gravity was destroyed. He almost instinctively fell to the ground, followed by a rain of beatings.
No one gave him any respite, and no one told him why this was happening.
At this moment, he curled up on his side on the ground, and these experiences reminded him of the bullying he suffered in the neighborhood when he was a child.
This is not a good thing to remember.
Those kids always called him "son of a bitch". He lived in an environment of deep inferiority and he even hated his mother at one point.
If you don't plan to keep him, why give birth to him?
Since you have decided to give birth to him, why throw him away?He doesn't understand, nor does he want to understand, because he doesn't have the time to understand.
Most of the time he is the target of bullying, because his skin color is so dark.They had beaten him like this before, and in the deepest part of his memory, the older kid who led the bullying took off his pants after beating him.
The moment the smelly hot urine poured on his head, he decided that he must make a name for himself in the future!
He longed to become strong, as if only by becoming strong could he protect himself.
He once thought that he was strong enough and no one could bully him anymore, until this moment.
Every hit of the stick brought not only physical pain, but also mental and spiritual pain. The bad memories of the past began to attack him again, and his eyes turned red.
He stared expressionlessly at the manager and the people who were abusing him through the gap between his arms. The policemen who were watching the excitement around him finally realized something was wrong. When they ran over here, they were blocked by some foreigners wearing dark windbreakers who were obviously not from the country.
It is obvious that these people are in the same group as the people who are beating people inside.
One of the young men took out five two-dollar bills, stared at the guy who should be considered a police officer among the policemen, and handed the money to him. "I only have one piece of advice for you, don't get yourself into trouble!"
He said as he lifted up his windbreaker, revealing the weapon underneath.
Looking at the pistol in the holster, the police officers in front of him fell silent.
They have no weapons, or to be more precise, no hot weapons.
Not to mention submachine guns, there wasn't even a pistol.
It is not useful and there is no need.
Before the Federals arrived, the Lapa people were actually quite easy to manage. As long as they were not starving to death, they would not cause trouble for their rulers.
But with the arrival of the federals, everything changed and became more difficult to manage.
They began to question some things and it was not as simple as before.
But even so, the police are still not fully equipped with guns, and only a very small number of people can be equipped with weapons.
After all, even if it is just a pistol, it is a hot weapon that can fire bullets and kill people within a distance of dozens of meters.
This is what the rulers fear the most, so the ruling group has set up many checkpoints on the use of weapons in Lapa.
The police officer looked at the pistol in the holster of the young man's windbreaker, then at the several banknotes in his other hand, and he quickly made a decision.
He reached out and took the banknote from the young man's hand, then in front of the other police officers, he took off his police hat, put the banknote in it, and put it on again.
In this short period of time, Roni was knocked to the ground and rolled back and forth in the factory. It's not that he didn't resist, but his resistance brought more siege on him. The workers looked at him with sympathy and regret in their eyes.
There was a little commotion among the crowd, but it was quickly suppressed.
The manager was helped to get up. He was frightened just now. He had lost face in front of the workers. He was a manager and this would undermine his dignity.
Now if he wants to get back what was lost by Ronnie's pushing, he must make some contribution!
Lance was given a baseball bat, and the manager who got the bat swung it so hard that an afterimage was left!
"You're allowed to fucking push me!"
"Let you fucking lead the trouble!"
"Let you be lazy every fucking day..."
In the process of venting, he also clearly pushed some of the responsibilities onto Ronnie, as if... everything became so bad because of him!He kept swinging the bat at Ronnie on the ground, venting his anger. With the continuous beating, his mood calmed down a lot.
Obtaining comfort through violence and destruction has always been a common method used by humans. For example, once someone's emotions become more intense, they will start throwing things.
The manager looked at Ronnie, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead and not daring to move. He spat on Ronnie and then stood on the box again.
He looked around, took a deep breath, pointed at Ronnie who was lying motionless on the ground, and said with a cold and serious expression, "This is what happens when you don't cooperate!"
Now, many people have lowered their heads and dare not offend the manager again.
The manager's gaze lingered on the people closest to him one by one. No one dared to raise their heads. At this moment, the manager was satisfied.
"If you still want to keep this job, then from now on you have to abide by the company's rules."
"If anyone feels it's too strict and can't stand it, then you can leave now."
“This is the last time I repeat this sentence…”
A few minutes later, the people gathered at the factory gate dispersed on their own initiative.
Some people picked up Ronnie and took him away. He now needed a doctor.
Most people returned to the factory, returned to the assembly line, and started a new day of work.
The lower the level and the poorer the place, the people living there will not respect you just because you give them opportunities and you respect them.
People only respect those who can decide their future destiny.
Ronnie's "outburst" is just a "topic" for them and cannot really change anything.
(End of this chapter)