MTL - Twenty Seven Years-Chapter 451 child

  Chapter 451 Children

   A group of people took a public carriage and took an hour and a half to arrive at a place just across the street from the city center.

In fact, in the eyes of Verak, the place they are currently in is prosperous enough. The people here are all bright and beautiful, and there is no sorrow on their faces. The environment of the street and the scale of the buildings are also separated from the surrounding area again. There is a big gap, and it seems that it is no different from a city of the level of Laizein.

  But when he looked forward, he realized that he still didn't know enough about the city.

   What is really called the city center, where all the bustle is gathered, is the out of place place in front, which looks like another city.

  There are more majestic high-rise buildings rising from the ground than Laizein, there are no traces of public carriages on the street, and all cars are passing through...

   Other things can't be seen clearly from such a distance, but these two points are even better than Laizein.

  In a devastated country, there is such a place that is better than Laizein, which is known as the most prosperous city in the world. It has to be said that this is a great irony.

"There are people checking at the intersection, I'll go and have a look first." The reason why they stopped was because they saw a team of guards checking pedestrians one by one at the intersection before entering the real core area. For safety's sake, Murphy went over alone to inquire Happening.

   "There is still a place like this in Montrego..." Connie, who had seen too many tragedies along the way, felt that the peaceful and developed area ahead was ridiculous.

   "No matter what the chaos outside is like, they will always be able to maintain exploitation and oppression, and live in the best environment. This kind of behavior has been taken for granted for thousands of years, and it is time to change it." Verak picked up a cigarette.

   Not long after, Murphy came back and shook his head slightly: "You need identification, otherwise the guards won't let you in."

"personal I.D?"

   "It's a kind of certificate made and issued by them, and they only recognize this here." Murphy explained.

   "Isn't money okay too?" Verak squinted his eyes and smoked.

   "Probably not, but I'm not completely sure. They looked very strict. I was afraid of being suspected of having bad motives, so I didn't try this way rashly." Murphy shook his head and said.

   "Well done." Verac patted Murphy, "Safety is the most important thing, and if spending money doesn't work and they arrest you, it would be too much of a loss."

  Murphy looked unwillingly at the city center, where the dignitaries of Montrego lived: "The problem is, if money doesn't work, how do we get in?"

"There is always a way, and it doesn't have to go in, it all depends on the next development." Knowing that there are guards checking pedestrians, Verak is satisfied with this trip, "Okay, it's getting late, hurry up Go back before noon."

   "Either I try again and pretend to be someone who wants to go in and start a small business. Even if paying money doesn't work, they probably won't arrest me." Murphy looked ahead motionlessly.

"Don't forget that we will start the operation tomorrow, and today we just want to relax and walk around." Verak grabbed Murphy's shoulders and held him away, "As for whether it is feasible to test for money, there are many ways. No need to take risks. Maybe there is a group of people who specialize in this kind of black business in any corner, and can help make fake IDs?"

   At noon, the three returned to the hotel.

  The five of Lopez stayed in the room with peace of mind and did not act indiscriminately.

   After having lunch together, Verak continued to talk about the concept of equality and the fundamental problems of Montrego, and cultivated the thinking of the five people bit by bit, so that they could hopefully become independent revolutionaries in the future.

   Just like Bash, after he leaves, the revolutionary cause will not stop, and the struggle will continue until the day of dawn.

  In the afternoon, Viracto Connie looked at Murphy and went to the hospital to check the condition of her legs again.

  Murphy repeatedly stated that he was fine, and Verac didn't care what he said. He especially told Connie to keep an eye on him and convey the doctor's words truthfully.

   "What about your body? Didn't you also get shot by an arrow? You should also go for a checkup." Murphy couldn't hold back Veraker, so in the end he could only choose to take Veraker with him.

   "I've been healed a long time ago." Verak patted himself on the shoulder, "I won't try my best, I'll be fine when I'm done. You have to learn this, don't let people always worry about it."

   "How did you become more fond of my mother-in-law than my brother?" Murphy said a little annoyed, but he was very warm in his heart. He didn't resist this matter anymore, and left the hotel with Connie.

  In the evening, when the two came back, Verac didn't listen to what Murphy said, and went to Connie to find out the situation. After confirming that Murphy's leg injury was fine, he was relieved.

  If Murphy had a leg problem when he first arrived, how could he go to the cemetery to visit Diaz in the future?

"Everyone, it's getting late. Let me clarify the division of labor for everyone. Tomorrow we will work at full capacity and strive to establish the branch station as soon as possible." After Murphy and Connie came back, Verac called everyone to a meeting, "Comrade Murphy , Comrade Connie, responsible for establishing stable contact with the main station and sub-stations, Comrade Lopez, Comrade De, Comrade Obrador, Comrade Yanez, Comrade Muskiz and myself, divided into three teams, responsible for going to The different areas collate all available information."

   Gathering information is a vague task.

  They don’t have a clear standard in this regard, what is useful and what is useless, it is difficult to explain clearly in one sentence.

  As for how to conceal one's motives, how to assess the situation and respond to emergencies, it is not something that can be calmly faced and resolved with a few verbal instructions.

  Verak plans to bring one person to master this ability first, then assign him to the rest of the team to help others, and replace him with a new one to continue teaching.

  October 21st, early morning

  Lopez and the others also got up very early this time. After a simple meal, eight people and four teams set off together.

  Villac took Obrador, Lopez took De, Yanez and Muskis together, and came to the area allocated yesterday.

   "Look." Verac hasn't learned much in Montrego, and can only communicate with Obrador with some simple words and sentences, "Patrols, very few."

   "Well, this place is closer to the city center." The strong Obrador has a delicate heart, and he is also using simple vocabulary as much as possible, slowing down his speech so that Verak can understand him.

   But he still overestimated Veraker, and Veraker didn't quite understand this sentence.

  So Obrador pointed here, then pointed in the direction of the city center, and said only one word: "Near."

   "So safe." Verak understood what Obrador wanted to express.

"Um."

  The two looked at each other and smiled, and continued walking.

  It was difficult for him to explain many things clearly to Obrador, so most of the information was analyzed and sorted out by himself as he walked, and some questions that he couldn't figure out were extended.

   Such as patrolling things.

  The closer you are to the city center, the better the living conditions, the less people are cornered and have to do something out of the ordinary, and the fewer patrols are needed.

  However, according to Verak's view, except for entering the core area that needs to be inspected, other areas should be able to enter and exit by themselves. If the patrol force is not strong enough, there should be more peripheral desperadoes coming to burn, kill and loot.

   But it looks quite stable here.

  Why are those people who stared at themselves when they just got out of the train station afraid to come to these places to act? Only rampant in the most remote places?

   This point is worth going back and discussing in depth. It may be possible to find the omissions of these people through the rules of doing things.

   "Over there, look?" Obrador pointed to a corner that Verac didn't notice.

  Verak looked along the pointer and found an inconspicuous alley.

  Just walking through the streets, I can't see anything unusual, and the information I get mainly depends on my personal judgment. There may be some shady people and things hidden in such a small alley, which is suitable for them to explore.

   "Be careful, let's go." When he first arrived, Verak hadn't found a way to get a gun yet, so he was only equipped with a dagger. He considered the possible danger, drew his knife, and reminded Obrador, who was holding a gun, to be ready.

   "You go back." Obrador sped up a little, deliberately walking in front of Verak.

  Verak didn't say much.

   If there is any danger inside, the gun is much sharper than his dagger, but if he stands in the front, it will affect Obrador's performance.

  As they approached the alley, Verak wanted to remind them not to shoot as much as possible in case of emergencies, and to try to communicate to avoid making a big noise. It's a pity that he can't express this, so he can only go in and look at it.

  The small alley is long and narrow, and it smells like excrement.

  Besides the harsh environment, it also shows that there may be people active inside.

   After walking about a third of the distance, there were some sounds in the corner area ahead. Obradorton, who was walking in front, stopped and turned to look at Verak, asking for advice with his eyes.

  Verak nodded, motioning to look forward.

  The two slowed down tacitly, and kept the noise they made to a minimum. It took a minute or two to finish the last bit of the road and came to the corner.

   Obrador unknowingly became a little nervous, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He leaned against the wall and quietly poked his head out to check the situation.

  Verak held the knife, ready to fight or retreat.

   After watching for two seconds, Obrador turned his head back, his face became less tense and more surprised: "There are many children."

   Lots of kids?

   Obrador vacated his position for Verak to watch secretly.

  Verak poked out half of his head to look curiously, and soon, his eyes also showed surprise.

  Around the corner, there is a slightly wider open space. The open space is between several buildings, and only a small gap above can project some light, so as not to make it so dark that you can't see your fingers.

   This place is obviously a corner that no one cares about. There are dirty and smelly rainwater in the potholes on the ground, and the walls are also dirty.

   And in such a dark and damp corner where rats should be infested, there are at least twenty children living there!

  The youngest of these children looked to be only six or seven years old, and the older ones were fifteen or sixteen years old. Without exception, they were naked and skinny, sitting on the shabby cloth blankets they had picked up, without any signs of life.

  Where there is stability and tranquility, that is just an appearance.

   It's not that there are no down-and-out people, but that down-and-out people are not allowed to appear in sight.

  Verak couldn't bear it, and wanted to have a chat with these children: "Let's go."

   Watching Verak return the same way, Obrador followed up and asked in a low voice: "Don't you want to see?"

   "Food." Verak struggled out of the word.

   They just go up there, sure to scare the kids. If you want to reduce the vigilance of the children and ask about the situation, it is best to prepare some urgently needed food for the children.

   "...Understood." Obrador nodded.

  Out of the alley, Verac gave Obrador some money, and Obrador left quickly, and took back two large bags of bread not long after.

   "Understood." Verak thought for a long time, but he still didn't know how to say "comfort". He could only use some close words and rely on Obrador to understand what he meant.

   "Don't worry." Obrador said that there is no need for Virac to say more, he knows how to do it.

   Then the two returned to the alley with food.

  They didn't sneak around this time. When they approached the corner, the children hiding among them heard the movement, and a few came out.

"someone is coming!"

   "Everyone run!"

   Not surprisingly, the children were very afraid of unfamiliar adults. Seeing that Verac and Obrador were approaching where they lived, they immediately rushed back to tell the other children to escape.

  But there is only one exit in the alley, and that is the direction where Verac and Obrador are coming.

  They want to escape, they can only step over the two of them first.

   "Go first! Let's cover!"

   "Then what do you do?!"

   "Don't worry about us! Hurry up and go separately! Meet at the small forest at night!"

  In just a few seconds, the children in unity responded immediately.

  The older and bigger children stood up and were responsible for restraining Verac and Obrador and covering the departure of the other younger brothers and sisters.

  The younger brothers and sisters pack up the tattered clothes and blankets that are regarded as treasures, waiting for the older brothers and sisters to open up a way out.

  Verak guessed that the children would be terrified, but he didn't expect their reaction to be so intense. He quickly opened the bag and shouted, "Food! Food!"

   "We won't hurt you! We are here to deliver food to you!" Obrador opened the bag and showed the children the bread in it.

   "Don't trust them! They're sure to throw us out!"

   "Stop picking up those things! Just pick them up later! Hurry up and keep up!"

   "Santa! Take care of my sister! I will cover you to leave!"

  The children are very vigilant, even when they see a lot of food, they are not easily moved, but are urging their companions to come out quickly.

  Verak just wanted to communicate with the children. He didn't want to see his actions force the children to leave here, leaving them without such a corner to rest: "Put down the food, let's go!"

  (end of this chapter)