Not only these refugees who were present at the scene expressed their satisfaction with this humane and generous policy, but also after the news spread, other refugees who came to report to the camp also discussed it, thinking that this policy is indeed appropriate and necessary!

After all, murder is a big deal, so how can a person be put to death casually and without any reason? Therefore, it is necessary to conduct an autopsy afterwards to check whether the wrong person was killed or not.

The corpse is such a thing, so unlucky, so terrifying, of course it will be full of uneasiness to the touch, but this matter is a matter of human life, and it can't be done by the soldiers in those camps, after all, they are the ones who killed the people, and they are the ones who perform the autopsy, even if they are in full view, they are also very suspected of cheating.

But if it's a sunrise refugee to do it, of course, it's fine.

Everyone is a compatriot, who can't trust anyone? How can they make a mistake in such a matter of human life? Sunrise people do not have such people!

It's just that although out of righteous indignation, the Sunrise refugees are also willing to use their own hands to test whether the death of the deceased is deserved, but if the military has to pay a little compensation in good faith, this is naturally not an unacceptable thing.

Isn't it a matter of course to pay for your labor and the price of getting a fair reward for it?

So, under the temptation of this braised pork and an unknown mysterious hard dish, the tension, fear and indignation in the hearts of the refugees were instantly evaporated like a little snow under the clear sky, and their hearts were filled with surging blood and passion for a while, and the eyes that were dizzy by the hungry old eyes also became shiny for a while.

Countless people lined up at the same time. I can't help but look at the refugees around me seemingly casually!

What used to be a rule in the camps that guns could be shot without warning, a draconian and easily resentful policy has suddenly become a welfare policy, from a seemingly unrelated refugee. Even the evil government that will only bring danger to itself has become an easter egg worth looking forward to.

Those ordinary refugees who did not carry guns on their bodies couldn't help but feel a little hot in their hearts.

If only I could grab a chance!

Then, the braised pork!

How long has it been, so hungry that I haven't even eaten roast mice, and I have forgotten what it is like to eat meat, and now, there is a chance to eat a bowl of braised pork in front of me, who would want to let it go. Who doesn't want to take a firm grip on the opportunity!

Therefore, the refugees, who were hungry and had been bent on the white rice porridge in the refugee camp, suddenly became unhurried, calm, and calm.

Instead, people are more inclined to look around, observe others, and try to find a hard dish for themselves that may exist!

Everyone doesn't talk about it. But I am very concerned in my heart, and I do everything possible to increase my chances of winning.

Those gunmen who may be present in the crowd. Like a magnet, it attracts everyone's attention.

It can be said that at this moment, every refugee in the camp is stimulated to take the initiative to observe others at the same time. I am also observed, scrutinized, and evaluated by others.

The strong men and evil men who looked tall and fierce before, and they didn't look like good people at a glance, and everyone avoided them, now they seem to have become sought-after.

The other refugees around him had already leaned in before they knew it, and the hot breath from the nose of the guy behind him was almost poured into his neck. It's almost zero contact!

A strong man obviously felt that the atmosphere around him was not right, and those weak chicken characters who were as hungry as Lu Xiang sticks around them, now looking at their expressions, were almost like looking at a plump roast chicken walking upright, and the hara was about to flow out.

The strong man was almost crying, and said to the people around him, I really don't have a gun on me, I don't even have a gun hair, you let me go, don't get so close, don't stick so tightly, provoke me, punch you to death!

On weekdays, there is no need to threaten like this, just a fierce expression is released, which is enough to stop the child from crying, and no one is allowed to enter within three meters of the body.

Now it's a good thing, this domineering threat is not only useless, but also attracts more attention, attracting the crowd to gather more around it, people stick to everyone, it seems that everyone is thinking, wait for this thing to be shot, not waiting for him to fall to the ground, I will stick it and touch the gun out, and change it to a bowl of braised pork and hard vegetables!

Although the innocent implicated person like this strong man is a little tragic, but after all, people know themselves, know that they have been wronged, and there is no ghost in their hearts.

But for those who are really armed with guns in the team, the pressure is simply too great to bear.

This psychologically stressful minute is enough to crush a person!

Far away there is the threat of being killed by a single shot and dying!

Since you are in line, it is equivalent to going to Huangquan Road, and every step you take, the closer you are to the end of death.

In advance, I took a gun and wanted to make some trouble in the camp, but I thought that there were so many refugees here, it was impossible to check them one by one, and the guns were hidden a little, so I just dodged casually, and there was a chance to make trouble when I entered the camp.

Who would have thought that this earthling organization would be so advanced in science and technology, and so well prepared, not only prepared a metal detector, but even made an explosive detector, this thing had never even heard of before, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a guillotine and waited in front?

To be honest, the gunners really didn't expect this possibility at all, let alone such a high-tech detector, it was an ordinary metal detector, the kind of thing that was very incredible, and would ring non-stop when touching a keychain, and everyone didn't expect that this camp would be equipped, otherwise, who would have eaten enough and had nothing to do to venture here?

It's good now, it's hard to ride a tiger! With a pistol in his pocket, it looks like he is carrying a piece of coal. It's restless!

This feeling of dying in minutes is simply crazy, making people want to take out their pistols and drive them out in the crowd, killing him with a river of blood, and earning one more for one more.

It's a pity that this idea can only be thought of. There are many people around, not to mention countless refugees, there are soldiers holding steel guns and wearing steel helmets on the side, and they are on guard at any time, not to mention the killing ring, just the action of taking out the gun will directly kill people.

In front of everyone's eyes, he didn't even dare to take out his pocket, any superfluous movements. It is possible to arouse the suspicion of those around you.

You know, in everyone's vicinity, there are countless refugees who have to look at you over and over again!

They will first look at your face, which looks fierce and gloomy, in short, it is not like the type of ordinary people who are more popular, and they will be looked at more frequently, again and again, and again and again.

It's just that the appearance is not so outstanding. I can't get rid of this torment at all.

How rich the imagination of modern people is, and how broad their knowledge is. Although it is inevitable to pay more attention to the types of special appearances, even those ordinary people with ordinary appearances should not try to escape the vision of the people.

Isn't there a saying, real killers are all ordinary-looking. Isn't it the type that attracts attention at all?

So, even if you look ordinary and don't have anything unusual about it, it's impossible to really escape the sight of others.

Maybe it's because of your seemingly ordinary appearance that others don't seem to pay much attention to you, but. Maybe he doesn't keep an eye on you, but his eyes are on you from time to time?

In addition to your appearance that determines how often you are watched, any other abrupt place will inevitably attract attention.

How clean are your hands, are you a killer who can maintain them?

Why is there a piece of your clothes protruding there? Is there a hidden snatch there?

You walk with a limp, as if you have been beaten very badly, is it a disguise? Or is it a bitter ploy?

The imagination of the masses of the people is too rich, and anything suspicious or not suspicious may cause concern!

This feeling of being pointed out by everyone is simply devastating, trying to find a chance to throw away the gun, but there is no chance, and the pistol in my arms is so hot that my skin is about to burn, and my heart is about to suffocate.

The heavy pressure, the huge sense of threat, and the suffocation of stepping towards death are all like mountains one after another, pressing on people's hearts, making people breathless at all.

Sweat flowed out, both hands couldn't help shaking, legs and feet were soft like noodles, I couldn't stand up straight, the person next to me seemed to see the flaw, the eyes were bright, the throat couldn't help swallowing, he found me?

Finally!

A gunslinger collapsed!

He shouted loudly in the crowd, "Master, I have a situation to report!"

After brushing it, all the eyes around him were focused on him, some of them were suspicious, some were surprised, some regretted, all kinds of things, the meaning was complicated, but at this moment, after letting go of the burden in his heart, this kind of gaze that made him hate so much before didn't seem to be nothing.

Several soldiers walked over, and they looked at him with a gaze that was so sharp that people didn't dare to look at each other.

"What do you have to report? You found someone with a gun?"

The soldier's questioning seemed to point in such a way that the gunman's heart beat at a halt, but more people looked at him with jealous eyes, as if trying to tie him into a sieve.

Countless people were eager to jump out and snatch the opportunity into their arms, while many more looked at the people nearby, trying to take the first step to blow up the gun-wielding gangster.

The problem is that people have any expression, that is, there is no expression that can clearly tell him who the gunman is, which is really a huge regret, people are disappointed, but also full of puzzlement to look at the gunman...... How did you find out who the gunman was? Did you see his gun? Why didn't I see it!

The gunman's answer was a surprise and he regretted it.

It turns out that the opportunity has been hiding by my side, but I have not been able to seize it, and now that I know it is too late, I really regret it for the rest of my life! It is a lifelong regret! Many people only have to admit a reality in frustration until this time, it turns out that I really have no vision!

"I'm going to turn myself in! I'm a gunman, and the gun is in my arms! Do you want me to take it out?"

The gunman automatically raised his hands, a classic action of raising his hands in surrender and begging for mercy without killing, but the words he said made the people around him extremely resentful.

How can you turn yourself in? How can you turn yourself in? How do you have the audacity to turn yourself in? Do you still look at the big guy?

So many of us have tried our best to stare so hard that our eyes are sour, just to find an opportunity, and you actually ruined the opportunity?

As a bowl of braised pork, you are so incompetent! You are so disappointing!

Anyway, most of the time you have turned yourself in, you probably haven't had a good life, so you might as well contribute a bowl of braised pork to everyone, even if it's a piece, you can smell it!

Now all hope is gone!

Just as Qianfu pointed out, in full view of everyone, a soldier searched for a pistol from the gunman.

The people looked into the eyes of this pistol, and their emotions were very complicated.

In their eyes, this gun was originally a bowl of fine braised pork, it was red, shiny, fat, meaty, fragrant, and unforgettable, and at the moment it was taken away by the soldiers, I woke up from my dream and my heart was broken!

In the midst of the great disappointment, some of the surrounding refugees had moist eyes, and some simply wailed, and they were completely desperate.

How many people can carry pistols? It is obvious that there is only one person around, and the others have no other strange expressions except for the sad and indignant faces and the misery of missing the opportunity, and the refugees around here have no more chance!

Soon the gunman was taken away, but his abominable surrender spread like the wind.

All of them have become vigilant, and more scrutiny and mutual scrutiny have become the norm of conduct for many refugees.

The refusal and the will to prevent similar incidents from happening have become the unanimous voice of ordinary refugees, who have lost a bowl of braised pork, and it is difficult for everyone to accept the next one, which is even more disastrous!

They watched everyone around them with fierce eyes, and if anyone wanted to speak loudly, or shout a report or something, they didn't even need the soldiers to dare to come, and a group of refugees pounced on them, shouting one by one, "Mine!" This is mine! No one is allowed to rob me!

They fought for me, and touched the man's body, from top to bottom, from the inside out, sparing no place.

"No?"

"Why not?"

In the midst of people's anxious doubts, the two people finally stood up with sad faces.

"I touched a hand of, and I was sick to death!

"Damn, I'm just going to report the, you guys pulled my pants! )