Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

The voice became louder and louder, so that the spies who had gone away came back again, and the leader shouted sharply: "Who is it? Don't read it!"

Melissa just took out her aristocratic coat of arms, and the expressions of the spies changed instantly, and then she asked, "Come here, I'll ask you a few questions."

A few secret agents secretly called it unlucky, they all know the horror of the Red Lion family, don't look at Prince O'Baron's power now, but they will be very afraid when they actually meet the Red Lion family, and even if there is a conflict, they don't think their superiors will do it for them. They offended the Red Lion family.

"Miss, please ask, we must have something to say." The spy said flatteringly.

Melissa didn't give them a good face, she raised the flyer in her hand and asked, "Who wrote the poem on this flyer?"

"I don't know, it's said that it was first reported from the Relief Society that the suspect is in the 56th block, but there are too many people in that place, it's hard to find him.

At present, it is very difficult to find clues from the mouths of the arrested members of the Relief Society. In fact, it feels that there will not be too many clues. "The agent said in a deep voice, without reservation at all.

In the country of the French Empire, you can offend your superiors, but it is best not to offend nobles. This is a truth that almost everyone knows. Although this spy has some rights, he still dare not neglect.

Melissa nodded thoughtfully, let all these people leave, and conveniently folded the leaflets and put them in her handbag.

Xiao En's face was pale, and he returned home with a bag of expired long-haired bread. Due to the tense situation, the supplies were extremely scarce. He worked for a whole day today, but only got some garbage that pigs would not eat.

The emptiness in his stomach made Sean barely able to pull himself up, and he collapsed on the sofa when he got home.

The two children trotted down from the second floor and threw themselves into Xiao En's arms. Because of hunger, the faces of the two children were very bad, and their bodies were even more emaciated.

Sean hugged the two children guiltily, with a trace of despair and hostility in his eyes.

Suddenly the door was knocked twice, and then a person shouted loudly: "Sean, are you there? Someone is looking for you."

Sean stood up abruptly, picked up a steel bar behind the wall, opened the door and found two people standing outside the door, wearing ordinary overalls, he was relieved and asked, "I'm Sean, what's the matter? "

The two people who came were Wang Luo and Duncan, a fighting master of the Free Army.

Wang Luo asked Duncan to stay outside the door, picked up a bag by himself, and said, "It's just out of the oven, steaming hot bread, don't you mind if I go in and have a chat?"

"Are you from the Relief Society?" Sean said coldly with an ugly face, "We have nothing to talk about, we are not on the same road, please leave."

Wang Luo shook his head and said, "Are you still insisting on your ridiculous self-esteem? You can endure hunger, but what about your children? Do you want to watch them starve to death?"

Sean clenched his fists and turned his head with difficulty. Seeing the desire for food on the children's faces, he felt more and more pain in his heart, but he finally chose to give in.

He opened the door to let Wang Luo in, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Wang Luo first took out the bread and sausages and distributed them to the two children, then handed Sean a bottle of beer, and said, "Let's eat first, we'll talk after we finish."

"What do you have to say now!" Sean said rather insistently, he didn't go to pick up the beer, as if he was maintaining his last dignity.

Wang Luo sat on the sofa and said lightly: "The relief society needs you, and the people at the bottom need you."

"The Relief Society? The Relief Society is a joke." Sean said sarcastically: "The people at the bottom are a bunch of lambs, and they will not make a sound even if they are slaughtered. They are hopeless."

"No! You are wrong!" Wang Luo's eyes shot out, he passed a leaflet over, and then sang loudly.

"Arise! Cold and hungry slaves! Arise! Sufferers of the world!"  …

Accompanied by Wang Luo's impassioned singing, Xiao En's heart was pounding, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and his forehead began to sweat non-stop.

When Wang Luo finished singing, Xiao En's body seemed to be exhausted, he opened his mouth, and said with all his strength, "What song is this? You wrote it?"

"This is the battle song of the poor people all over the world. If we want to regain what we have lost, we must have a firm belief. It will not work without bloodshed and sacrifice." Wang Luo said slowly.

"Blood sacrifice?" Although Xiao En was infected by the song, he quickly calmed down, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not the right candidate."

Wang Luo narrowed his eyes, tapped the table with his right hand, and said slowly: "Your wife works on a farm in Xirebi County, and that place has been bought by the Relief Society. Before the fight, we will make arrangements for everyone Family, your children will be sent to be taken care of by your wife.

If you are unfortunate enough to die, the Relief Society will give you two children's grants every year, all the way to them. "

This condition is very generous to Sean, it can be said to be unbelievably generous.

Xiao En took a deep breath and looked at Wang Luo in disbelief, but he immediately understood that this generous condition was not without price, he said in a deep voice, "What do you want me to do?"

"You may die, but I guarantee that your death will be very valuable, for all the innocent and oppressed people in the world! You will be loved like a saint." Wang Luo said slowly.

Sean took a deep breath and said: "My life should have died 15 years ago. My life can be given to you, but you must fulfill your promise."

"Don't worry!" Wang Luo nodded, and then said: "Let's go, go to the headquarters of the Relief Society, spend another night with your children, and the activities will start tomorrow."

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Professor, you can just call me a professor." Wang Luo replied, and then pressed down the brim of his hat, exuding an indescribable sense of mystery.

Sean had no choice. In fact, he didn't regret it. He took some belongings and left with the two children.

The headquarters of the Relief Society is in an abandoned factory. The conditions here are not very good, but it is spacious and hidden.

The houses around this factory are already resettlement sites for members of the Relief Society, just like a cordon, any disturbance will be passed on immediately.

The factory is bustling with people. There are about 20 poor people at the bottom. Most of them are able-bodied workers. The only characteristic of them is poverty, and they have their own families with harmonious family relationships.