A tall and thin archer dressed in a ranger stepped on the distorted monster head that was still grinning, and pulled out his arrow: "Your progress is slow! If we can't finish it before noon, we will be in trouble."

The archer wore a hooded cape 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. Since an unlucky guy was sprayed with blood from the deformed monster during the battle, he might have drunk a little by accident, but before dawn, it changed. In the morning, the camp used old clothes and old bed sheets to modify many simple masks and scarves.

"I know it's too late here, but I really can't do anything about it. There are several houses here that were the former gang's resident. They look dilapidated, but in fact they are all real stones!" Li Yanlong sat on a stone, and the militia passing by next to him handed him a bottle of water.

The militia may be less than eighteen years old, and the dirt-faced young man looked at Li Yanlong with respect.

"Lao Wan, I said how long have you been here?" Li Yanlong asked the archer with his arms around his back: "Do you know when this People's Self-Protection Federation existed?"

The archer called Lao Wan reached out to take the water bag from Li Yanlong's hand and took a big sip: "I've been here for less than a week, and there was already a stance. I heard that it was established after the destruction of the Blood Roar Gang."

"Drink less, there are only two water wells left!" Li Yanlong grabbed his water bag and moistened his throat with a small mouthful: "Have you seen that big mentor? Does he have a big beard?"

"I saw it once. When I first came, I received a task from him to help the PICC train ten qualified archers." From the voice, Lao Wan's age may be about the same age as Li Yanlong: "There are experts behind this organization. The organizational framework is reasonable, and the development model after establishment is completely imitated by the street offices of modern society. If this hadn't happened, I'm afraid that the first liberated city in the far south would appear in another year and a half."

"My boss has come in. I will come to meet us soon. Let me tell you that when he comes, things here will be no longer a problem." Li Yanlong watched the militia pile up the bodies of two distorted monsters under the command of an indigenous squad leader to light them.

"When the situation here is settled, should I get along with me? My boss is planning to build a battle group to play." Li Yanlong sent an invitation to the archers, counting his boss's glorious history one by one: "Graduated from Zhongsiyuan! Excellent student of the Sword Hall of Jixia Academy! Huang Quan... Forget it, this is confidential, hehe, how about it?"

"Let's wait for the boss you mentioned, let's get things done here." Lao Wan replied depressedly: "My mission was almost completed, but now only half of the ten archers can survive. There are two more people who are still injured when they heal."

"Boss Poke, we found this in the house." Two gangsters sneaked up to Poke who had jumped out to save people before, and took out a few necklaces from his arms like a treasure: "This was the home of the widow before. I have been thinking about the necklaces in her hand for a long time, and it's true that's here."

Boss Poke looked at the gangsters under his command tiredly. Since last time he followed the Seris to find the warehouse of the Blood Roar Gang, the slums have never returned to their previous peace.

Others don't know, but Poke knew what the Blood Roar Gang was. Then contacted the secret revealed by his incompetent subordinate Mike. The conspiracy behind this made Boss Poke not dare to close his eyes for several days, for fear that someone would silence him.

Until the new lord took office, there was no abnormal movement in other gangs before. Just as everything that happened that day was a dream, Boss Poke slowly walked out of the day of fear.

But a few days later, something happened that made him even more frightened. Mike, who had been fooled by the demon hunter, learned a lot of knowledge from somewhere. Every day, he held a handwritten red diary and studied it carefully. Pock swore that he had no idea that the microphone was literate before.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed like a different person. Mike muttered in his mouth every day: "The noble personality...the heart that considers others...mobilizes the masses! The power of the people is finally combined into one force, and only the people's own power can protect the people and the people's property!"

In Mike's increasingly firm and confident eyes and his increasingly passionate speech, the people in the slums were boiling! Every time Mike appeared on the street, dozens or hundreds of people would listen to his language, people believed in him, what he said, and believed in the future he said!

The poor people spontaneously gather around Mike's simple house. During the day, they help each other. After working hard for a day, they will exchange all their meager income for food and distribute it to the elderly, weak and sick around them. At night, the poor people light a bonfire and gather together to discuss whether tomorrow will be better, just like a family, sharing their only food.

Although Mike did nothing extra, the gangs in the slums were afraid to squeeze these poor people like they used to be in a few days. Now these people are united. Although they still have no ability to resist, hundreds of people will look at you with cold eyes.

No matter where the gang members who made the mistake go, they will be silent, and no one will communicate with him. This cold violence will soon be unbearable to 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 the wealth of five dinars to join the big family.

Boss Poke still remembers that morning, at sunrise, the sky was red. He heard Mike announce to all those who gathered around him with an unprecedented loud voice: "From today! Anthony Port People's Self-Protection Federation was established! The old era will pass! A new era will come! Created by our hands!"

He still remembered that, surrounded by countless people, Mike walked to his side and asked himself affectionately: "Poke, do you have dreams?"
Chapter completed!