Blackstone Code

Lynch's good mood came and went quickly.

Just when people were doing the most basic checks and taking watches around Aser and his party, some disturbances suddenly broke out at the outermost edge of the crowd.

These riots are rapidly spreading from the periphery to the center, and the faces of many people who are queuing or watching the fun have changed a lot, and soon Aser is only left around him and some staff.

A group of local people rushed over aggressively with sticks and other things. They overturned chairs and tables blocking the road, and beat others with sticks.

"Boss, I'm going to deal with these people..." The sergeant sitting in the corner stood up holding the gun in his hand, his face was not very good, his job is to maintain stability, but obviously he can't do this a little.

Lynch paid them far more monthly salaries than when they were in the army, and even their family members each got a job from Lynch's company, if they wanted.

At first, they may not be very comfortable with this change, from being loyal to the country to being loyal to someone. After all, not long ago, they would get up every morning when it was slightly bright, and run around the federal flag singing the national anthem .

But now, it is not "sir" who gives them orders, but "sir", although these two words are sometimes the same word, or even the same pronunciation.

These people outside made him feel uncomfortable. He told Lynch that the social environment here is very stable, and they were about to fart, but he embarrassed himself the next day!

These people will really look for opportunities!

He felt ruthless in his heart, and the faces of the other soldiers who joined Lynch first showed a bit of resentment and embarrassment. Just as they were about to go out, Lynch raised his hand to stop them.

"No, don't show up. Don't disturb them when they don't do anything. I believe that the bullets in your hands will resolve disputes faster than their backward weapons, right?"

The sergeant nodded, but they didn't go back to their positions directly, but asked everyone to find some suitable places for shooting.

This does not mean that they will take the lives of local people anytime and anywhere. The way to stop disputes is not only to kill one party, but also to make one party lose the ability to hurt others.

Lynch just watched, calmly.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that such things would break out, domestic forces, foreign forces, ideological opposition at home and abroad, social formation opposition, religion, belief, freedom...

There are too many things that are contrary to the local traditional culture, and some things may not be intense, such as some simple issues such as living habits.

But there are also some potential issues with strong conflict potential, such as religion, belief, etc.

These problems are definitely unstoppable and unstoppable. Historically, only the upper-level issues can be covered up, and the lower-level issues have never been covered up.

The reason is simple, the base is here.

The problems of the upper class are only the individual problems of a few people. Even if the group is expanded, it is only a problem of a small group of people, 5% of the people.

As long as these people don't speak, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf, and these middle and lower class people, 95% of the people in this society, the channel for them to obtain information from the upper class is precisely the upper class People told them themselves.

This also further eliminates the possibility of the lower levels spontaneously discovering the secrets of the truth, they have no channels at all.

As for why the problems at the lower levels cannot be covered up, because once these problems break out, it is 85%, 95% of the problems, and as for the final decision of the 5% of people, there will not even be a problem. How important.

So Lynch knew from the beginning that the development of Nagalil could not be smooth sailing, and that this would not be the last conflict, it was just the first.

Now what he wants to see is who is instigating these people behind their backs, or what purpose they have.

The crowd that caused the riots has rushed to the core of the recruitment. Those are some young people, about 20 years old, and some children are younger.

They gradually stopped in front of Aser, and they seemed to be arguing about something, and Lynch soon found out.

The voices coming from outside the glass wall became louder and louder, and some local people who were still watching the fun actually joined this group of people.

They raised their fists high and waved them rhythmically, shouting the slogan "Foreigners get out" loudly.

Looking at these people's actions in such a neat way, seeing them chanting the slogans that may have been formulated a few days ago, or even longer, Lynch absolutely did not believe that there was no one behind these people, no one ordered them.

At the same time, this will also be a big trouble, the malice of a "master" to a "bad guest"!

Less than a minute later, a group of police officers came running from a distance blowing sharp whistles. If they were placed in the past, these people would have scattered and fled in all directions at this time, but this time it was very unexpected.

Especially the few leading ones, not only did they not escape, but they stood there, as if they were specially waiting for the police to catch them.

The moment the police came into contact with them, batons wrapped in a very thin layer of rubber hit these people. They did not lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the whipping of the batons as they did in the past.

Instead, he stood there stiffly, letting those batons fall on their bodies and heads, even though their skin was ripped apart and their heads were bleeding.

It may be that the unexpected toughness of these people made the police a little bit at a loss. They actually stopped attacking these people on their own initiative, and stood there a little bit at a loss.

What happened suddenly was so sudden that they suddenly realized that they did not have much experience and ability to deal with such emergencies.

These people just don't hide or evade, just standing there is enough to make them lose ground.

Lynch's expression remained flat, he knew that these police officers had done something stupid.

When a person on the side of justice finds out that a bastard on the side of evil is doing something bad, he can pretend he doesn't know anything and pass by.

But once he chooses to intervene, there must be an intuitive result, or if the suppression is not thorough enough, then what he did before is far more harmful to this society than what he did nothing.

In the past, people may still have some kind of luck in their hearts, maybe it was just that the evil was not discovered when it was breeding, but now, people will only have another feeling...

The leading young man suddenly raised an arm, his head was cut several times, and blood covered his original appearance.

Under the sun, among a group of ferocious policemen like wolves and tigers, some thin and heartrending figures still stood tall. Amidst the palpitating bright red, there was a pair of black and white eyes. He raised his arms high, did not speak, even None of them showed any expressions.

He just looked at everyone's faces slowly, and the policeman standing beside him stepped back a little uncomfortable.

Most people didn't dare to meet his eyes, but some people endured some kind of pressure they couldn't describe, and then slowly raised their arms.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing, and Lynch's expression finally changed.

"Do you have a phone?" He turned around and looked at the owner of the cafe not far away who was also watching the scene. This was a local man. He came out from the counter, and he didn't know if it was the boss, just a buddy, or a boss and a buddy .

The boss and clerk nodded quickly, "Yes, sir...", he looked at Lynch, his lips that had just been closed seemed to be opened again, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He wanted to tell Lynch that there was an extra fee for calling, and that in Nagalil, everything related to "modernization" was not cheap, such as telephones.

But he didn't say it, because the weapons in the hands of foreigners around Lynch made him afraid to say it. He didn't want to cause some misunderstandings because of a small amount of money. He was willing to bear this extra loss, just to avoid eventful.

Lynch dialed the number of the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over. This place is actually not very far from the police station.

When the chief of police arrived at the scene, he straightened his clothes first, then his armor belt, and his face became darker when he saw the bewildered policemen.

He pulled out his baton, and this time not only the bloodied young men, but even the policemen became his targets.

More cops, more chaos, but something seems to have changed.

At the same time, in a villa a few kilometers away - it's hard to describe it, if it is a villa, then it is obviously underestimating it.

But if it is a manor or even an old castle, it would be too exaggerated.

The worthless land in Nagalil allows people here to build their houses very large, especially those rich people, who can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint until they feel until satisfied.

This house here is like this. It occupies a very large area, and the highest place is only three floors. In fact, only one and a half masters live in the entire building complex, and the rest are servants serving them.

Simon was whispering something to a few people in the side hall, each of them had serious expressions, and the room was filled with smoke, even with the windows open, the strong smell of smoke still lingered.

Outside the door, a somewhat thin child was carefully walking over with a tray. He was the son of Simon and the native, but his status was not very high. This may have something to do with his mother not being a legitimate daughter.

Of course, it may also have something to do with him being a "hybrid". Simon doesn't like this child born to blend in with the locals.

In short, his identity is very embarrassing, he is the half owner of this house.

The status is a little higher than ordinary people, but compared to Simon and those foreigners, he is half a head lower.

At this time, Simon was discussing things with his friends. Usually, only Simon's biological son was eligible to enter at this time.

Those people have been in there for a long time, and he prepared new scented tea and pastries as usual and prepared to send them in.

He knew that Simon didn't like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to change his father's mind.

The moment he pushed open the door, he just yelled out half of the pronunciation of "Father", and a teacup hit his forehead, making him dizzy.

An irritable order came from my ear, which didn't look like what a father would say to his child at all.

"Get out!"

"immediately!"