A vacant land after the auction house was temporarily cleared out and a temporary court on the United Front was established.

On the table in the middle, Da Vinci sat on the top, and in front of him, a group of prisoners from the mining area were kneeling, and they were tied up and unable to move.

They could have spoken, but unfortunately they kept shouting that the Mining Town would definitely kill everyone here, etc., so they were blocked.

The players gathered in a circle to watch the fun, and the slaves brought back from the mining area were also taken to one side by the side.

Leonardo da Vinci picked up the court hammer and knocked it gently on the table, indicating that the audience was quiet.

He looked at the slaves and said with a serious expression.

"O oppressed people, please stand up and don't be afraid, and boldly tell me the resentment and sorrow in your hearts, and the oppression and pain you have suffered. They will no longer oppress or bully you.

We will give the most notarized punishment for all crimes according to the laws of the United Front.”

The slaves looked at each other with a little confusion and uneasiness in their eyes. Look at me, I look at you, and it seems that they are waiting for someone to stand up first.

The fear these people brought to them has become enslaved and has been engraved into their bones.

The courtroom's start seemed to be in an awkward silence.

However, this silence was eventually broken by a sound.

"I'll talk first!"

Leonardo da Vinci looked in the direction where the voice came, and two people squeezed out from the crowd, and Jesse was the one who called out.

He looked around, then looked at the men from the mine towns tied up on the ground, holding whips.

He looked at one of them, with a strong hatred in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at someone in the crowd.

"The East District Supervisor Zanke, and his assistants, rat tail and rat teeth, they... they are to my sister..."

His throat moved, trying to say something, but he couldn't say it.

It was not fear, but it was too outrageous and desperate. Whenever he thought of it, he seemed to still hear his sister's screams and howls, and the grim smiles of those people.

Jesse's eyes were red, tears rolled in his eyes, memories of the past surged, making him cry with his head in his arms.

Baker took the speech and said, "They abused his sister Melin with outrageous means and caused her to die in pain due to serious injuries and illness.

Many people present knew about this incident, and they did not shy away from it, even before our eyes."

After saying that, Baker looked at the familiar slaves, and the men nodded at Leonardo da Vinci.

Leonardo da Vinci nodded. It is a chaotic world now, everything is simple, and there is no need for so many heavy procedures. Besides, with so many witnesses, and the status of slaves in the mining town, most things are almost the same.

Without hesitation, he picked up the hammer and hit the table.

"Then, our court sentenced that Zanke, the miner of the eastern district of Shika Mining Town, and Rat Tail and Rat Teeth committed an unforgivable crime against humanity and was sentenced to death! He was sentenced within today!"

Hearing this, the two little brothers named Zanke and struggled in an instant with horror and excitement. They wanted to speak, but they could only whimper, like three wriggling maggots.

Jesse and Baker's allegations made a good start.

Then, there were mixed voices among the slaves, some accusing someone of hitting him with a few whips, and some accusing someone of killing a slave.

Leonardo da Vinci patiently obeyed their words and gave these people a relatively fair punishment,

Those who just abused these slaves with a whip, sent them to the mining area for labor reform for corresponding time. Those who performed outstandingly would receive corresponding commutation of sentences.

For those who had died and had tortured slaves, Da Vinci directly sentenced them to death.

These people are unstable factors for the base, and they will make more profitable if they kill the players and become the resurrection capital.

A player is much more useful than these people.

Jesse and Baker didn't seem to have expected that the three people would be declared so easily. In the mining town, their lives were even worse than dogs raised by the nobles.

If they complain to those managers, they will not gain justice, but only whips and insults.

So, until the three people were crushed to the execution platform, they couldn't even believe it.

They just watched Zanke being pressed on the guillotine, locking his neck with a mechanism, unable to move.

He was struggling hard, but he could not break free. His eyes were red and his eyes were filled with fear and anger.

The refugee chopped the rope of the giant axe on the side of the link with an axe. The axe fell straight down, and broke with one knife and two pieces, and a big head fell into the basket.

Jesse and Baker stared blankly at the blood-squirting neck, look at me, look at you.

Jesse murmured in disbelief, "Baker, aren't we dreaming?"

"No, he's dead, that guy is really dead." Baker said excitedly.

At that moment, Jesse's eyes were soaked in tears. He choked and said nothing. He looked around and some slaves oppressed by Zanke were also crying.

With the death of one oppressor after another, these crying sounds are increasing, which is the relief and joy that suppresses the shadows in their hearts for many years dissipating before their eyes.

Jesse looked at the scene in front of him and recalled the group of people who used himself as explosives to hit the Iron Gate that night.

Recalling the slogans they shouted and their identification eyes.

He used to think that those people were fed some medicine like Alec Oil City, so they were so fearless.

But now...

Jesse looked at the guillotine not far away.

If this place really needs to carry explosives to hit the iron gate.

Perhaps, I will be as scrupulous as them.

At this moment, Jesse never understood so clearly what those people were giving their lives for.

When the last supervisor was sent to the guillotine, he broke free from the constraints of his mouth and roared at everyone present with anger and heartbreaking voice.

"You guys wait! Baicheng and Lord Shika will definitely avenge us!!! No one here can survive!!!"

"Click!"

Even after cutting the front several heads, the guillotine was still sharp. The moment he finished his words, the giant axe also fell down and killed him with one blow. The torture instrument made by Nan Sheng was indeed easy to use and exquisite.

His voice was very loud, almost resounding throughout the bastion.

In the base on the fourth floor of the underground, Lincheng quietly watched this scene through the surveillance.

He grinned slightly.

"Don't worry, it's their turn soon..."
Chapter completed!