Chapter 115: Do you have a dream?

　　 A lanky and tall archer dressed as a ranger stepped on the distorted head that was still grinning and pulled out his arrow: "Your progress is slow! If you can't finish it before noon, we will be in great trouble."
　　The archer wore a cloak with a hood, and hid his face behind with a scarf, leaving only a pair of eagle-like eyes in the shadow of the hood.
　　 This kind of dress is very common now. Ever since a hapless guy was sprayed with the blood of a distorted monster when he was fighting, he probably drank a little accidentally. As a result, it mutated before dawn. In the morning, many simple masks and scarves were changed from old clothes and old sheets in the camp.
"I also know it's late here, but I really can't help it. There are several houses here that were the residences of the previous gangs. They look dilapidated, but in fact they are all real stone!" Li Yanlong sat On a stone, a militiaman passing by handed him a bottle of water.
　　 This militia may be less than eighteen years old. The gray-headed young man looked at Li Yanlong with respect in his eyes.
　　 "Old Wan, how long did I say you have been here?" Li Yanlong asked the archer, "Do you know when this People's Self-Protection Federation existed?"
The archer known as Lao Wan reached out and took the water bag in Li Yanlong's hand, and took a big sip: "I came here less than a week, and there was already a shelf at that meeting. I heard that it was from the roar. Established after the collapse."
"You drink less, there are only two wells left!" Li Yanlong snatched his water bag and moisturized his throat with small mouths: "Have you seen that great mentor? Does he have a big beard? ?"
"I have seen it once. When he first came, he received the task to help the PICC train ten qualified archers." From the sound of his voice, Lao Wan may be about the same age as Li Yanlong: "Behind this organization There are experts, the organizational framework is reasonable, and the development model after establishment is completely imitating the street office of modern society. If this kind of thing hadn't happened, I am afraid that in another year or a half, the first liberated city in the Far South would appear. "
"My boss has already come in, and I will come to meet us soon, I tell you, when he comes, things here will not matter." Li Yanlong watched the militiamen under the command of an aboriginal squad leader Stack the bodies of two deformed monsters and set them alight.
"When things settle down here, do you want to hang out with me? My boss plans to build a battle group to play with." Li Yanlong invited the archer, and counted the glorious history of his boss in the same way: "Graduated from Zhongsi Academy! Excellent student at Jixia Academy! Huangquan... Forget it, this is confidential, hehe, how about it?"
"Wait for the boss you mentioned, and get things done here." Lao Wan replied depressedly: "My original mission is almost complete, and now only half of the ten archers can survive, and there are two more. I'm afraid it will be useless if the injury heals.
"Boss Polk, we found this in the house." The two gangsters sneaked up to Polk, who jumped out to save people before, and took out a few necklaces from their arms like offering treasures: "This is the one before here. Widow’s house, I have been thinking about the necklaces in her hand for a long time, and they are here.
　　 Boss Polk looked tired of these little gangsters under his hand. Since the last time he went to the warehouse of the Bloodhowl Gang with the Serris, the slum has never recovered its former calm.
Others don’t know, but Polk knows what the Gorehowl Gang is, and then contact the secret revealed by his ineffective subordinate Mike. The conspiracy behind this has made Boss Polk dare not close his eyes for several days, for fear that someone will take him. Extinct.
　　 Until the new lord took office, the previous gangs did not change. It was like everything that happened that day was a dream, and Boss Polk slowly walked out of the days of worry and fear.
But within a few days of the good days, something frightened him even more. Mike, who was fooled by the demon hunter before, didn’t know where he learned a lot. He held a handwritten red diary every day. After studying Ben carefully, Polk swears that he didn't know that Mike was literate before.
　　 Immediately afterwards, it seemed to be a different person. Mike, muttering in his mouth every day: "Noble personality... a mind for the sake of others... mobilize the masses! The power of the people is finally twisted together. Only the power of the people can protect the people and the people. property!"
　　 In Mike's increasingly determined and confident eyes, and in his more and more impassioned speeches, the people in the slums boiled! Every time Mike appeared on the street, dozens of hundreds of people would listen to his language, people would believe him, believe what he said ~ EbookFREE.me ~ believe in the future he said!
　　 The poor people spontaneously gather around Mike’s humble house. During the day, they help each other. People with jobs will, after working hard for a day, replace all their meager income with food and distribute it to the elderly, the weak and the sick. In the evening, the poor people lighted a bonfire and gathered together to discuss whether tomorrow would be better, like a family, sharing their only food.
　　 Although Mike didn't do anything extra, the gangs in the slums did not dare to squeeze these poor people in a few days. Now these people are united. Although they are still unable to resist, hundreds of people will look at you with cold eyes.
　　 No matter where the gang member who made the mistake goes, there will be silence. No one will communicate with him. This kind of cold violence quickly becomes unbearable for the gang members.
　　In just a few days, more and more people gathered outside Mike’s house, forming a new gathering area. Newcomers only need to pay five dinars to join the big family.
Boss Polk still remembers that morning, at sunrise, the sky was red. He heard Mike use an unprecedented loud voice to announce to all the people gathered around him: "From today! The Anthony Dagang People's Self-protection Association has been established. ! The old era will pass! The new era will come! Created by our hands!"
　　 He still remembers that, surrounded by countless people, Mike walked to his side and asked himself kindly: "Poker, do you have a dream?"
"Mai..." Boss Polk felt a cramp in his calf. He didn't dare to call the man in front of him so casually. Instead, he said Mike's full name in a trembling tone: "Dear Karl Mr. Mike Marx, I don’t know."