Chapter 108 Something Happened

Around ten o'clock at night, the Dragon City Military Hospital.

More than a dozen military vehicles from the Anti-Terrorism Bureau stopped in front of the hospital. Wang Daolin jumped out of one of the vehicles with twenty-odd police officers.

At the same time, the back door of the military vehicle opened, and two guards carried the severely injured Noah on a stretcher, following behind Wang Daolin and his men.

As soon as they appeared, a large number of reporters rushed out of the cars parked on both sides of the street. They had been waiting for a long time, like sharks smelling blood, and swarmed over, directly surrounding Wang Daolin and his men.

"Is this Noah, the military officer involved?"

"Why is he injured?"

"How did you catch him? Can you tell us in detail...?"

The reporters asked all sorts of questions, shoving their microphones directly into Wang Daolin's face.

Wang Daolin pushed away the microphones while saying, "Everyone, please don't crowd around. Don't interfere with our normal work. The military officer involved was captured while fleeing. He was shot and injured by the police in self-defense because he resisted arrest with a gun. We are taking him to the hospital for treatment. We will hold a press conference later to discuss this matter in detail."

Saying this, Wang Daolin waved his hand, "Now is not the time to receive reporters, everyone please make way!"

Hearing the instruction, the guards immediately stepped forward, forming a cordon to keep the reporters out.

How could these reporters let go of such a good interview opportunity? They desperately squeezed forward, taking pictures of Noah lying on the stretcher with their cameras.

Noah lay weakly on the stretcher. Facing the large number of reporters, he was a little frightened and subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face.

In the flashing lights, Noah was carried into the hospital.

...

One o'clock in the morning, the 10th Infantry Division headquarters building.

Parker sat in his office, not drinking coffee, not listening to music, not shaving, his face full of anxiety, his fingers constantly tapping on the table.

"Ring ring ring!"

The phone suddenly rang. Parker hesitated for a moment before cautiously answering it.

"You idiot! Son of a bitch! Why did I send an idiot like you to guard Dragon City..." A string of dirty and violent abuse immediately came from the phone, making Parker's scalp tingle.

Parker did not dare to talk back and just sat there obediently, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead while listening to the other party's constant scolding.

After scolding for five or six minutes, the other party stopped and said sharply, "Be sure to remember, never have any more conflicts with the local people! Keep your troops obediently in the garrison and wait for orders from above!"

Parker put down the towel he was using to wipe his sweat and asked softly, "Then how should I handle this matter now?"

The other end of the phone immediately cursed, "What the hell can you handle! Wait for me, wait for the higher-ups to hold a meeting before notifying you of the result! You idiot!"

"Yes, yes..." Parker agreed repeatedly, and the other side hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Parker felt uneasy. He stood up and paced anxiously around the room, his head in a mess.

After a while, Parker felt the urge to urinate, so he went into the bathroom, stood in front of the urinal, and skillfully unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants.

He clearly felt the urge to urinate, but it was as if the drain was blocked by something. He aimed the gun for a long time, but not a single drop came out.

Parker frowned, brewing with all his might, but after a full ten minutes, he still couldn't pee.

A burst of anger rushed straight from his crotch to the top of his head!

"Damn it, I'm going to cut you off!" Parker's eyes were red as he raised his fist and slammed it hard against the wall.

...

The next day, a little after seven o'clock in the morning, a very famous Dragon City news and current affairs commentator posted a new post on Wei Te.

The title of the post was: In-depth Discussion on the Dragon City Garrison Issue, How to Avoid Various Disputes in a Multi-Ethnic Context?

The content of the post, roughly extracted, consisted of four questions. First, Dragon City has its own Chinese troops, so why should the First District send troops to garrison?

Second, the First District's troop reputation has always been criticized for committing various crimes. Why hasn't control been strengthened?

Third, if soldiers commit such crimes, does the highest commander of the garrison also bear unshirkable responsibility?

Fourth, how should the innocent people of Dragon City avoid the harm brought to them by the First District's garrison?

After these four questions were posted, they immediately received a large number of replies and reposts. At the same time, the public also expressed extreme dissatisfaction with the First District's troop deployment, and there was a wave of criticism and cursing online.

Driven by this post, a criminal case involving the military and civilians quickly turned into a sensitive topic of "whether there should be garrisons of different ethnic groups in Dragon City."

Netizens launched a heated discussion around this point. Now, opening the Wei Te page reveals an overwhelming voice of opposition.

...

A little after ten o'clock in the morning, the 10th Infantry Regiment headquarters building.

Parker lay on the bed in his office, a slight snore coming from his nose. He had not slept all night and had only managed to fall asleep when it was almost dawn.

"Rapists! Get out of Dragon City!"

"Shameless people! You are not worthy of being soldiers!"

"...!!"

Suddenly, loud shouts from outside woke Parker from his sleep.

"Adjutant!" Parker sat up from the bed and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The office door was immediately pushed open, and the adjutant strode in, saluting Parker.

Parker looked at him and asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Reporting, General..." The adjutant reported with some nervousness, "It's protesters... a large number of protesters..."

"Help me up." Parker felt a little dizzy and reached out to the adjutant.

The adjutant quickly helped him up and walked to the window, pulling open the curtains.

Outside on the street stood densely packed protesters, holding banners, surrounding the garrison gate in layers, constantly attacking the soldiers who were blocking them.

Beer bottles, rotten eggs, and rotten vegetable leaves were constantly thrown into the garrison, venting the anger of the people.

Seeing this scene, Parker swayed slightly, and a large amount of cold sweat poured out on his forehead.

"General!" The adjutant suggested from the side, "They are clearly organized and have been attacking our garrison. Do we need to resist and suppress them?"

After hearing this, Parker no longer felt weak or dizzy. He turned around and slapped the adjutant hard across the face, spinning him halfway around.

Parker pointed at the adjutant's nose and cursed, "Why are you as stupid as Noah? Are you trying to kill me? Tell our soldiers to be restrained, rational, and to reason with these people. Do not engage in any conflict with them!"

Saying this, Parker kicked the adjutant in the butt, "Go and convey the order! You idiot!"