Blackstone Code

"Snapped!"

A whip dipped in salt water hit one of the troublemakers. He struggled painfully and twisted his body, but it made no sense at all.

The whips in the police station are much more powerful than those outside. These whips are specially prepared to deal with some "disobedient" people.

These whips were made from dozens of cow-neck leather strips.

Cow neck leather will be very hard and more tough after being tanned. These leather strips are about two to three millimeters wide, leaving right-angled edges, and then tightly woven together.

It is necessary to maintain a certain humidity at ordinary times. It should not be too dry, as it will easily crack when it dries out, and it should not be too wet, as it will become soft if it is too wet.

There are people in the police station who are responsible for looking after these whips, and it is certainly worth it.

When a whip is struck on a person's body, a " # " shaped mark will be formed where the whip falls. Initially, it will swell, and then the entire wound area will swell.

Then the skin with obvious scar marks will crack during the swelling process and bleed out, but the amount of bleeding will not be high.

These whips will be dipped in concentrated salt water before use. At this time, the cracked skin will begin to absorb the surrounding concentrated salt water, and the wound will be further torn open. At the same time, the concentrated salt water will be poured in, causing more severe pain.

What's more interesting is that the wounds caused by this kind of whip are not big, and because it is soft, it will not directly cause pressure or mechanical damage to the organs. Salt water can also help disinfect.

Even if you beat him with this kind of whip for a whole day, you won't be able to kill him.

It only takes two or three days, with a little treatment, for the victim to recover enough to be punished again.

Normally, ten lashes would be enough for ordinary minor problems, but today the guy in the interrogation room had been whipped for more than half an hour.

The police chief was shirtless, and his thick chest hair exuded a disgusting stench. He picked up the whip and whipped it down hard.

"Snapped!"

He didn't ask questions. He didn't ask who sent him to cause trouble at Lynch's recruitment site. He didn't ask who the others were or whether they had any accomplices.

Judging from the decades of experience of the police chief and these losers fighting each other, the more questions you ask before they collapse, the more likely it will be for them to resist. It is better not to ask anything and just hit them as hard as you can. Tell yourself.

That works better than anything else, and that's the experience of the police chief.

Every time the whip was struck on the body, the young man who was hung up would scream. He was like the fish waiting to be dissected on the seashore, a fish out of water.

No matter how hard they struggle when they are hung up, several adults may not be able to control them, but as long as the time is up, they will die automatically, just like this young man.

There was another whip, and there was a "snap". The police chief's eyes were dark, and the muscles on his face were stiff. He glanced angrily at the hanging young man, turned around and soaked the whip in salt water.

Beating someone is also a physical job. Don't think that beating someone is easy. People who think this way have basically never fought or hit someone.

In fact, it takes a lot of effort to hit someone. A normal adult who can persist for more than three minutes in a fierce confrontation can be said to be a very endurance person.

Many people can't even hold on for three minutes.

The police chief was a little tired from the whipping at this point. He took a sip of water from the cup, breathed slightly for a while, then silently picked up the whip and whipped it hard.

Every time after soaking in salt water, the first whip will be particularly heavy. The water increases the strength of the whip. The young man screams again. His scream is not as loud as it was at the beginning. It is still very hoarse and even louder. With a hint of crying.

The police chief knew he was about to collapse.

…

A few minutes later, the police chief appeared neatly outside the chief's office. He tugged on the hem of his police uniform and tugged hard to make sure there were no wrinkles in his clothes. Then he tugged on his armed belt. Knocked on the door.

After "Come in" came from inside, he carefully opened the door with a flattering smile on his face. He first glanced at Lynch sitting aside, nodded in greeting, and finally looked at Della next to him. Governor of Ge.

"Excuse me, Mr. Governor..." He paused and said, "Mr. Lynch."

At this moment, he is not at all reminiscent of the brutal appearance in the interrogation room just now, but I have to say that he is still very capable.

"Some time ago, someone contacted some local young people and said..." The police chief glanced at Lynch. Although his movement was not large, it was still obvious.

Governor Drago saw Tian's move, but did not speak. The police chief immediately understood what the Governor meant, and he did not shy away from it. He continued, "It is said that what Nagaril needs is not foreigners and The plunder from foreigners means that if you want to be strong, you can only rely on the Nagaril people themselves. They have formed an organization called the 'Nagalil Youth Party', which only recruits young people."

There was no change on Governor Drag's face, nor on Lynch's face.

It is normal for social consciousness to trigger some kind of stress response when encountering forcible penetration by external forces. However, the stress response of these people is slightly more intense and special in nature than other methods that may be milder.

"I don't care about these things, I just want to know who instigated them." Drago just sat there and put a lot of pressure on the police chief.

The latter nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the young man said that no one ordered them, it was just their own initiative."

"The Nagalil Al-Shabab above them gave them some promotional materials, with some slogans and things like teachings on them, and they themselves decided to make trouble at Mr. Lynch's recruitment fair..."

The chief of the police department also thought this incident was very special, something like this had never happened before in this country.

After its power was dismembered, it was handed over to the provincial governors and high priests of each province, let alone parties, and even some social groups with social influence did not exist.

Suddenly a youth party popped up, which is really surprising.

"...They claim that all this is for the complete awakening of Nagalil, and all young people should stand together, otherwise this place will become a paradise for foreigners."

There are also some words that the chief of the police department did not say, because those words are not suitable to say here.

It cannot be said that some ideas of that young man, or al-Shabab in Nagalil, are completely wrong.

The Preton Firm's control over the entire social economy has actually pushed this society to the brink of loss of control. If power is held by a small group of people in society, other people can more or less control something that meets their needs in life. wealth, then this kind of life can continue to live.

But it doesn't work now, all the money is in the hands of foreign businessmen and those in power in their own country, they have divided up the natural dividends of society, leaving nothing for ordinary people.

In fact, as long as you go deeper to some remote places, you can feel the despair of this society, the poor in the slums outside the city, the poor homeless people in the streets and alleys.

All of this is already declaring that something has to change, whether it is the ruling class of society, or the entire structure of society.

The emergence of the Youth Party is a kind of awakening, a kind of young people who come from the bottom of society and grow up in the new era, full of anger, are the awakening of these people.

The targets of their accusations are only two kinds of people, one is powerful people, such as the Governor-General, and the other is rich people, such as Mr. Lynch.

So the chief of the police department would not say these words, and he would only be making fun of himself if he said them.

After the chief of the police station had finished what he had to say, he lowered his head and said nothing more.

Governor Drago glanced at Lynch, as if asking for his opinion.

Lynch just frowned, "Since no one ordered it, let's do it first, but I think it's best to suppress this sign. These are just a group of ambitious people who may have some mouse thoughts."

"Alright, keep an eye on these people." Drago stood up and left the police station with Lynch.

While sitting in the car, Governor Drago seemed to be talking to himself, and said softly as if asking Lynch, "This has never happened before..."

He was referring to the fact that people were united. In the past, power and religion controlled people well. People believed in those religions, and even if they were treated unfairly, they would not stand up.

Now a Nagalil al-Shabaab popped up suddenly, which made Drago feel caught off guard, as if everything was gradually getting out of control.

Lynch sat next to him, looked out the window at the people who were driven to the side of the road by the police, looked at the complex expressions on their faces, and shook his head slightly.

"Have you ever played sandcastle, Mr. Drago?"

Mr. Drago is Lynch's new name for Governor Drago. On the one hand, they are "partners". Several governors of Nagalil have joined the joint development company, and some are in the process of joining .

Secondly, he is a federal citizen and Lynch's private partner, so Lynch calls him "Mr.", which is more in line with civilized society.

Governor Drago nodded, "If you mean the kind of sand castle on the beach, yes, I have played it, what's the matter?"

Building sand castles on the beach is one of the favorite games of many people who lived by the sea when they were young. The wet sand has amazing plasticity. Many people like to use it to do something, although many of them are nothing.

"I played it too, and for a while I was even obsessed with it...", he said with a smile, as if lamenting the simple joys of childhood, "I've been doing it not beautifully, not like some adults do So beautiful."

"I thought that when I grew up, I could make a beautiful sand castle like them, but when I grew up, I realized that I still couldn't do it."