People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 348 What is resistance?

The blood-stained cloth ball hit the captain's face, making a loud "pa chi" sound.

Half of the team leader's face was instantly dyed red, and the blood flowed down his cheeks, finally gathering at his jaw, falling drop by drop.

"what!"

After a split second of reaction, the team leader let out a howl of fear.

At this moment, chaos broke out in the square. When the gendarmes saw their captain being attacked, their faces were filled with shock and anger. Many of them began to wave their weapons and scratch the infected people in front of them.

"Get back, or we'll shoot you as thugs!"

"Doctor, go call the doctor over and isolate the team leader!"

"Who threw the cloth? You are attacking the military police. You are breaking the law, do you know that?"

The infected were initially shocked by this sudden situation, but were soon angered by the gendarmerie's counterattack. Many of them lost their minds and began to scratch their wounds, trying to use blood as a biological weapon to launch attacks.

Just when the situation was about to get completely out of control, a stream made up of runes cut in between the two teams, forcibly separating them.

Logos, holding a bone pen, slowly walked to the front of the infected team.

Seeing Logos appear, the infected people were all cheered up.

"It's that powerful Sarkaz, he's also an infected person, he's here to make the decision for us!"

There was a cheer from the infected team, and they stared at Logos with burning eyes.

When the gendarmerie heard the cries of the infected, they all responded as if they were facing a formidable enemy and pointed their weapons at Logos.

"Quiet."

The sound of Logos is not loud, but it easily covers the noisy sounds at the scene.

He didn't say much. After calming the situation down, he turned to look at the team leader:

"You don't have to panic too much. The probability of infection from ordinary blood contact is not high. Wash the blood with clean water first, and then take blocking drugs in time.

If you know Dr. Anto, you can go to her for help. She is a specialist in mineralogy."

The team leader felt relieved for some reason when he heard Logos' voice, but his bloodstained face still looked ugly:

"Doctor Anto... I've heard of her, but she's also infected..."

"So you would rather take the risk of infection than put aside your prejudices and receive treatment?" Logos asked calmly.

The team leader choked for a moment, and quickly gave a few instructions to the deputy captain beside him, then quickly left the scene.

After Logos finished dealing with the captain's affairs, he turned his head again to look at the infected people behind him.

Countless burning gazes made contact with his, as if they wanted to use the burning fire in their hearts to ignite Logos as well.

"That man, come out."

Logos was not affected by the emotions of the infected at all. He raised the bone pen in his hand and pointed it directly at a middle-aged man in the infected team.

When the man was pointed at by Logos, a trace of panic flashed across his face and he subconsciously wanted to hide in the crowd.

But the next second, runes appeared around his body and dragged him out of the team.

"What are you going to do?" the man shouted in fear, "We are all infected, we are from the same camp, why are you attacking me?"

"Because you just tried to spread the Ore Disease with your own blood." Logos said in a cold tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present instantly understood what had happened.

When the members of the gendarmerie looked at the man again, their eyes were filled with endless anger.

When the man saw that his act of throwing the bloody cloth was exposed, a trace of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly suppressed it and choked:

"Those military police discriminate against the infected, so I will make them infected as well. This is just my resistance, and I am doing this for justice!"

"Your so-called resistance is to impose your own misfortune on others?" Logos said coldly, "You and I are infected, we should be aware of the pain we have suffered, and we should also know that one of the main reasons why infected people are discriminated against is that others are worried about being infected.

Instead of trying to resolve this misunderstanding, you use your behavior to deepen the fear of others, which will only intensify the conflict between the two parties. "

"Then what should we do?" the middle-aged man shouted at the top of his lungs, "We don't have as much strength as you, and no one dares to oppress you, but we ordinary infected people live in dire straits all day long.

Now that we are facing a natural disaster, we are even being treated differently. Why? The lives of the infected are also lives!"

"But you shouldn't put other people at risk of infection."

A dull voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between Logos and the man.

Mudstone's tall figure walked over from a distance, stood in front of the middle-aged man, and looked down at him.

At least...that's what the people around seemed to think.

The middle-aged man's momentum suddenly stagnated, and facing the oppressive body of Mudstone, his tone softened a bit:

"It's just to help us treat our injuries. What's the risk..."

“Although the probability is not high, doctors who have not received professional training in the treatment of mineralogy are at risk of occupational exposure if they rashly contact infected people!”

Mudstone's voice sounded extremely dull through the armor, but anyone could hear the anger in her tone.

She is a Sarkaz, she is an infected person, and she has endured discrimination and suffering that ordinary people cannot imagine.

But because she has experienced it, she doesn't want to see others go through the same thing!

Unfortunately, not all of us are mudstone.

Including the middle-aged man, the entire team of infected people fell silent, not because of regret, but because they did not dare.

Seeing that Logos and Mudstone were both "standing" on the side of the non-infected, they were angry but did not dare to say anything more.

The middle-aged man pursed his lips twice, as if saying something silently, and finally turned around and prepared to return to the infected team.

But as soon as he turned around, he was immediately stopped by Logos and Mudstone.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man panicked again.

Logos pointed at the gendarmerie with his bone pen and said calmly:

"As they just said, your actions are illegal. You should go with them now and accept the punishment."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

The anger of those infected, who were originally suppressed by the strength of the two, now showed signs of being unable to be suppressed.

Logos noticed this, and the corners of his lips tightened slightly under the mask, but he was not prepared to give in.

Although Rhodes Island is an organization that fights for the infected, it is not an organization that mindlessly protects the infected. If the infected make mistakes, Rhodes Island will not tolerate it.

In some ways, Rhode Island is even less tolerant of mistakes by the infected.

"You...you are betraying me!"

The middle-aged man was so angry that his face turned red, and he cursed with spit flying: "Are you trying to please those non-infected people and exchange them for some benefits for yourself?

Running dogs! Traitors! You actually wanted to stand on the corpses of your infected compatriots to suck their blood. I shouldn't have trusted you. The Sarkaz are really a group of cold-blooded demons!"

Logos did not get angry at the middle-aged man's scolding, and calmly asked back:

"After saying so much, you just want to say that you are an infected person, which is pitiful enough, so you don't want to take responsibility for your own mistakes, right?"

"They forced me to do that. What did I do wrong?"

The middle-aged man roared with his neck stiffened.

Logos lowered his eyes slightly.

He was no longer surprised by this situation.

Some infected people will choose to resist because of discrimination, wanting to fight for their legitimate rights and wanting to stand in the sun and live equally with non-infected people.

There are also infected people like the middle-aged man in front of him who choose violence because of discrimination. They only want to spread the oripathy and let others feel their pain, as if doing so will make them feel better.

Logos had made up his mind.

He slowly raised his bone pen.