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Chapter 135 The so-called justice of the old order

"Don't fucking tell me any nonsense."

"It is only right that one kills to pay for one's life!"

Chen Yan looked at Klein with unkind eyes.

"I thought you were just being pedantic...Officer Justice, crime can happen in this building at any time. Isn't crime prevention what you police officers are supposed to do? What about the other kids in this building? That's it.

Don’t you care?”

Chen Yan emphasized the pronunciation of the surname "Justus" because this surname means "justice" in the imperial language.

In other words, the police officer named Klein Justice in front of him can also be called "Kline Justice".

Klein answered his question.

"When police officers deal with homicide cases in Xiacheng District, they usually take the innocent victims to the police station to register after the criminals are brought to justice.

They would record the names of the victims, give them some words of comfort, and then send them home—usually not far from the crime scene, and in many cases the scene of the crime.

What else can you do?

Send them to a relief center in a missionary school, stay one night and then let them go home on their own?

Relieve them with private resources, give them food and shelter?

Arrange education and work for them so that they can have the ability to live their own lives?

Don't think about it, Mr. Yan, that's not something you can do.

There is nothing you can do.

They will still return to their original lives, that is their destination, and no one can change it.

The same goes for the other children in this building - they are not ordinary people that you can save!"

Chen Yan said fiercely: "Do you know what you are talking about!? Is this what a conservative committee member who is about to participate in the general election can say? Just based on this, you want to take votes from me?!"

There isn't even a decent solution to the problem, so you get your mother's vote!

Klein sneered: "Do you think the Conservative committee members have not thought of the issues you have thought of?

You, a new immigrant who has only been in the empire for a month, can see the problem, but the ruling party of the empire can't see it?"

Chen Yan pointed to the big bed in the room: "This is the result after you see it!"

The sneer on Klein's face gradually disappeared, and his face returned to a dead face that was almost the same as before:

“Everything must be done step by step, and a social structure with tens of millions of people will not change overnight just because of a policy.

The phenomenon in this building will not disappear quickly because of certain policies.

Everything is determined by the objective laws of society, and no one can change it immediately."

Klein looked at the violence in Chen Yan's eyes and felt disappointed.

"You know nothing about what conservative politicians stand for, do you, Chen Yan?"

Klein looked away from Chen Yan's violent face.

"You don't know anything, I'm just talking nonsense to you..."

He grabbed the unconscious old guy on the ground and wanted to leave.

Chen Yan looked at Ogami, with only determination in his eyes.

Ogami understood his eyes again, nodded, and took out the prosthetic hand from his trouser pocket.

At this moment, before Klein Justus could walk out of the room, noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the corridor.

Countless chaotic footsteps caused Klein to stop.

It also made Ogami take back the prosthetic hand he took out of his pocket.

"Who the hell is coming to cause trouble on my territory!"

A sharp, hoarse cry appeared at the entrance of the corridor and quickly approached the room.

Dirty low-pitched curses echoed in the corridors. Those curse words are the favorite catchphrases of many people in the lower city, but most of them just like to repeat these curse words to express their special emotions, rather than expressing them.

the meaning of it.

Within a few seconds, a strong man over 1.9 meters tall appeared at the door of the room. The upper edge of the door frame only reached his forehead.

He had a horse face, wore a dirty miner's uniform, and held a broken mining pick in his hand.

The mining pick was held in his hand like a child's toy.

The bloody residue on the tip of the mining pick told the people around it that it was not a toy, but a murder weapon.

Behind him were a group of people wearing miners' uniforms, including men, women, and children who looked like they were underage.

They all have distinct characteristics in common: they are dressed in tatters, have sallow complexions, and fierce eyes.

The tall man at the head looked towards the door and met the eyes of Klein, who was slightly lower than him.

After looking Klein up and down with his yellow pupils, he spoke cautiously: "New here? Didn't your boss tell you not to come to the corner building to cause trouble?"

Klein did not raise his head, but just moved his eyes so that his eyes fell on the man's face.

"You are Billy."

The lack of the word "big" made Billy very uncomfortable, but because of Klein's skin, he still refrained from venting his temper at will.

"Yes, I am Billy, who are you?"

Billy's eyes fell on the big bed in the room, which was his sinful throne.

He was nervous and uneasy because of the sin under the bed, but the fierceness on his face protected him and concealed the uneasiness in his heart.

"My name is Klein Justus, and I am the one who will send you to the execution ground."

Billy was used to hearing such direct threats, and waved his hand indifferently: "Even if you say harsh words, this place is not under your control, so what can you do?"

He even sneered: "There have been no dead bodies in the execution ground in Xiacheng District for half a year. Don't you know this?"

Before Klein could speak, Billy suddenly said: "By the way, speaking of this, I have something that seems to be for you."

He took out a piece of paper from his arms, with two lines of words crookedly written on it.

The words were written in charcoal and the fonts were large. Even if Chen Yan and Klein were two meters apart, the content could be easily read.

"Xiexie, your eggs, we will be working as engineers tomorrow. With eggs, we will no longer be afraid. In order to buy eggs, we have to work hard!"

"Haha, I don't quite understand what it said. I just know that the two little guys were so happy that they even brought the cake box back!"

His tone suddenly turned cold.

"Damn it, you didn't take the cake back to honor me, but you dared to eat it yourself!"

Big Billy looked at Klein with trembling hands with a smile, pointed at the old guy who was handcuffed by Klein, and said in a disgusting voice:

"I was angry, so I asked Old William to push them out. Who knew they were so fragile, but they died after being pushed by Old William!"

Everyone present could tell that the murderer was Big Billy, because old William was old and it was impossible to push two children to death at once!

But Dabili is the master of this room, and anyone in the room can become a witness to prove his innocence.

Klein suddenly pulled out the pistol from behind his waist, put the muzzle of the gun against Big Billy's forehead, and took a few steps forward until he was forced back to the wall opposite the door. The muzzle of the pistol was almost embedded in his forehead.

in the muscles.

Big Billy had a crazy expression on his face, laughing and yelling:

"You can't kill me! Not only have I not broken any laws, I am also a regular worker in the mine! I am a taxpayer of the empire! I am protected by the Dirty Street Police Department! If you kill me, you will be exceeding your authority to enforce the law!"

Chen Yan stood behind Klein, watching his trembling right hand, and slowly put down the gun.
Chapter completed!
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