Feng Beinz. Even in Vila Nova Dônia, he was still a famous name.
He was the leader of the Steel Bone Brotherhood in Cape Town. He was not a warlord, but it was rumored that he was the most suitable candidate in the eyes of the Aishi People to be the future mayor.
But now, he was in the most difficult position.
"Damn bastards. They only know how to fight among themselves. What are those bastards thinking when there are so many troubles?"
He glanced at his window and sighed helplessly.
The defense line formed by his supporters had been broken by the "evil cultists." Bombs and thunder exploded in his ears.
The well-trained "evil cultists" were not only well-equipped and well-trained, but they also had the cooperation of the local guards. Yes, that's right, the local guards.
On the outskirts of the street, the local guards were behind the barrier, laughing and chatting as they watched the thugs wreak havoc.
Some of them even gave cigarettes to the hooded evil cultists.
"Superintendent Hamm? They don't even disguise themselves anymore? "
Of course, they could not wear their hoods when they smoked. Their faces that were exposed made Feng feel even more desperate.
Although the city had been divided into the territories of the warlords, the law enforcement system left behind by the two generations of mayor was still operating normally.
However, the city government was in a mess, and the core leadership did not have any real power. It also ensured that the grassroots organizations were in chaos, especially the grassroots police stations. If a good cop like you could not get a promotion or a raise no matter how hard you tried, and there was not even a single person or organization that could evaluate you, would you still work so hard for the past five to six years?
When a city's city government had problems, the grassroots organizations and grassroots organizations would also have problems. They would either close down or become highly corrupted.
In fact, the police stations in the various districts had basically pledged their loyalty to the warlords and factory owners that controlled the district. Otherwise, they would not even be able to pay their salaries. This also meant that they had turned from serving the people into a private force of violence.
What made Feng's heart turn cold was that Superintendent Hamm, who was disguised as an evil cultist. He was not even a police officer in his district. He was the boss of a police station in a distant district.
And the police stations in his district had obviously pledged their allegiance to this boss. After all, he was in charge of their meals.
"Damn evil cultists! Damned black cops, I should have disbanded them long ago! "
Feng was known as a warlord who was not a warlord. His reputation was so good that he could take over the position of the City Lord at any time. The Aishi People also thought highly of him, but he was still not a warlord.
They were not warlords and had not formed their own army, militia, or other armed forces.
The other side of his good reputation was that although he had established the Worker-Peasant Alliance, it was still a voluntary civil organization. It was impossible for him to collect taxes from the areas under his jurisdiction like other warlords.
Most of the funds for his activities came from the gifts of his "comrades." Naturally, he could not afford to support a professional violence organization.
But under normal circumstances, he would be safe.
After all, when one's reputation reached a certain level, it was also a real power. If a slogan could make half of the people on the other side change sides, it would be more practical than any armed force.
Feng did not know that the French dwarf who had landed on the other side alone had made the opposing army change sides. But most probably, the core members of the Worker-Peasant Alliance under him were willing to die for him. If he went out and shouted, it would not just be a riot, it would be a revolution.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, he was extremely safe. After all, no one wanted to be the scapegoat. No one wanted to ignite this powder keg. The key was to incite a mass uprising. Regardless of whether or not they could succeed in killing this big problem, they were finished.
Feng's thinking was correct. When the people hated the warlords and the leaders of the Earth Tribe, his actions of not taking over the Earth Tribe and not raising an army was an option that would continuously increase his score.
And as long as the Aishi People were still in control of the situation, the whole of Cape Town would be able to maintain harmony on the surface, and he would always be safe.
In the end, when the Aishi People were ready to completely solve the problem, he, who was the only person who was friendly to the Aishi People, was the only choice. Naturally, he would rise to the top.
Well, there was a problem. It was obvious that the Aishi People had lost control of the situation, and it was not an abnormal time.
The incidents caused by the Evil Cultists and the rioters would not cause a high level of danger to the city. But the chaos caused by the chaos caused by the Evil Cultists and the rioters to stay at home and protect the safety of the city.
Therefore, Feng's reputation as a safety barrier was instantly destroyed.
And his action of sending out his strong men and guards to protect the law and order and expel the rioters was a foolish move.
The cunning warlords had been waiting for this day for too long.
"Father, we can't hold on any longer. We have to leave quickly!"
The one who rushed upstairs was Feng Beinz 'daughter, Emma Beinz. She looked anxious.
But at this time, Feng could only smile bitterly.
Of course, he wanted to leave, but where could he go now?
"Is there any news from the airport or the port? What about the train station? "
He had arranged for backup. If there was a problem, someone would come and fetch him. He could then take the city's transportation and leave.
But now, all communications were cut off. By right, all his backup plans should have been activated. But now, there was no communication at all.
Feng shook his head at his daughter. He had been defending the city because of his backup plans. He could have disguised himself and left earlier, but it was too late now.
"You hide in the secret room. They will not give up until they find me."
"Let's go together."
"Stop fooling around. As long as you are alive, there is still hope for our business. This is not the time to be sentimental. Also, if I go to them openly, will they dare to kill me? "
At this time, Feng Beinz was still able to maintain his dignity as a father. But deep down, he was not confident.
If all his backup plans did not betray him, could it be that something happened to the train station, airport, and port at the same time? Now that things had come to this point, perhaps all the backup plans were meaningless.
Do they really not dare to kill me? Haha. This is not a normal time. "Evil Cultists" is a useful label.
Feng Beinz pushed his daughter into the secret room under his desk. He took a deep breath and tidied his clothes and face. He was ready to face his fate.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Oh, you are not too late. Feng, are you interested in taking over the position of the City Lord? Today is the day. "
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