Blackstone Code

In the bright room, Preton was lying on the bed, watching the brand new TV. He had to sigh that the Commonwealth is indeed the most livable country in the world.

This is a country of multi-ethnic integration. You can see any race that you think they really exist in this world on the street. People will not let anyone suffocate because of their different skin colors.

This is just a well-intentioned little joke. After all, this is a free country, a fair and just country, so that kind of thing will not happen.

He once settled in Gefra, and the situation in Gefra was much worse than here. The arrogance of the Gefra people made them look down on all races except the Gefra people.

They will give all kinds of ugly nicknames to the non-Gafra people they see. If you take it seriously and get angry, they will look at you with arrogant eyes and ask you in an angry tone, are you Can't you hear it's a joke?

If you keep getting angry, they'll lash out at you with "a low-brow bastard who never knows the humor of a good man" until you're knocked out by their words, or punch them, and then was sent to prison.

Assuming you can withstand their cynicism, they will call you in the form of "nickname + first name", and finally directly become "nickname", and it is still an ugly nickname.

But here, there is no discrimination, everyone is equal, you can give the middle finger to those well-dressed gentlemen and ladies without any consequences, and you can stand at the door when the neighbors come home in the evening. Swear a few words about the governor or the president to get in touch, and don't need to worry about the gendarmerie appearing in front of you and hanging you in the square.

With advanced technology and a more inclusive society, as long as you have enough money in your pocket, this place is simply paradise.

Pretton felt that he should go to the country sometime. The document management system in the country is very loose, and there is no monitoring agency that will always keep an eye on the area in the country.

He can easily use some means to stuff his birth certificate into the files of a certain town and make himself a federal citizen.

The money in his secret account is enough for him to spend a lifetime here, and it's time to say goodbye to the past.

He picked up the hot dog and took a bite. The hot dog sausage wrapped with rich cheese and various sauces made him want to take another bite.

Some news related to Nagalil is being broadcast on TV. The news said that through the efforts of Mr. President, the Nagalil Joint Development Company has recruited a construction team of about 35,000 people from the society and is going there in batches Nagalil, help the people of Nagalil to get rid of poverty and hunger.

And Mr. President promised that they will open up more international trade channels and establish the possibility of mutual business with more countries, so that the products of the Federation can be sold all over the world!

The people on the TV cheered and danced, as if the federal economic problems were solved overnight, and Mr. President's personal approval rating also continued to rise.

Pretton looked a little envious. In his eyes, the Federation and the people of the Federation are contradictory. They are sad that most people actually serve the capitalists all their lives and help the capitalists exploit and oppress themselves.

From the moment they were born, almost ninety-nine percent of them had their destiny already established and would not change.

But they are very happy, because in this country, sensitive things such as identity and class are not as clear as Gefla.

What class of people can enjoy the treatment of what class, civilians will never be able to enter the occasions or facilities that nobles can enter, and they are not even allowed to use various daily necessities with special symbols and patterns, because they are exclusive to nobles. .

But look here, as long as people have money in their pockets, they can go to most of the places where the rich and politicians go, as long as they can afford it, they can enjoy what the top few people can enjoy everything of.

Contradictions are also enviable.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door. Preton put the hot dog on the bedside table next to the bed, and quickly inserted one hand under the pillow of the bed next to him, and held a pistol.

In the Commonwealth, as long as he had money, he could buy anything, including a pistol with its serial number wiped off.

The cold and heavy touch gave him a sense of security, and the door opened.

The young girl came in wearing plain clothes, holding a paper bag in her hand, and placed the paper bag beside the bed, and then began to change clothes.

She didn't avoid the man on the bed, she didn't even close the window completely, she took off her coat directly, changed into a tube top, and then a conservative blouse, she was going to work soon, a job in a supermarket Let her dress conservatively...

Since Preton moved in with her, her life has gradually returned to normal.

For some reason she didn't know, her stepfather flinched in front of Preton and admitted to being cowardly, and then Preton and her rented a nice house nearby to live in, and she got rid of the shadows of the past and started new life.

During the period, the boys came to her once, but they were chased away by Preton, and then she took Preton to find a dealer who specialized in contraband on this street, and got a pistol and some bullets from him, These are used to protect themselves.

And she has found a job now, working in a supermarket.

Working seven hours a day from 1:30 pm to 7:30 pm means that the salary of this job is not very high, but it is enough for her.

Being able to get back on the right track of life is already the greatest gift God has bestowed upon her, and she no longer expects anything extravagantly.

"There is some food in the bag. I may come back later tonight. Today we have to check the shelves. Everyone needs help." The girl explained to Pretton a little bit.

In the economic downturn, there are some "obligatory" labors that are not compulsory for employees. This is the freedom of the federal people, but dismissal and layoffs are also the freedom of the company.

So whenever the supermarket needs to do something, everyone will consciously take the initiative to help, and do not ask for any overtime pay.

Preton nodded. After the girl packed up the changed clothes, she went to the bed and bent down, kissing him on the forehead.

At first, Preton was not used to girls using this gesture to express intimacy, because in Gafla, kissing the forehead is a blessing given to family members by old grandmothers, godfathers, and heads of households.

It is more like a symbol of mutual status between the dominant and the dominated. Pretton feels that he is not a dominated, but now he is gradually getting used to it.

After his young girlfriend left, he turned his attention back to the TV, and the federal TV and the abundance of channels is a fucking good thing. Even a guy like Pretton thinks he can be in bed, or in the living room. Lie down on the sofa forever, as long as there is a TV and a phone.

"In a rotten country, people have lost the spirit of struggle, and will only be content to enjoy the status quo!" Pretton satirized the value of TV existence, then changed a channel, and started a happy journey of shit and shit.

After watching for more than an hour, the body's metabolic function told him that he needed to deal with the excrement. When he got up, he subconsciously looked towards the window, and was slightly taken aback.

Across the road was a black van with dark glass.

Mr. Pretton had heard this joke before coming to the Federation, "In the Federation, you can very intuitively distinguish the identities of 'police', 'federal agent', 'federal agent', 'tax investigator', even if they concealed his identity."

He always regarded this sentence as a joke, until he began to really integrate into the life here, he realized that it was not a joke.

The police will always pinch your waist and talk to you, because they will habitually press their hands on the holster and handle of the gun at work. This habit will be brought into life, whether it is at work or after work.

Federal agents will always wear dark formal clothes, and almost all of them are of the same brand and style. They will appear very "reserved", but in fact it is a special kind of "arrogance". They will feel that they are superior to others. This feeling is something they develop at work.

As for agents, they will try to avoid direct contact with you. They always have a set of careful plans. Sometimes these careful plans are too rigid, which makes them easily exposed.

As for the investigators of the Tax Bureau... If they knock on the door and you choose to remain silent, they will first threaten you, in various ways, then smash the door, smash the window, and finally tell you that if you don’t open the door again, they will take force measure up.

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See, these people are easy to spot.

As for the car on the other side of the road, it is almost unnecessary to guess that it is the car of a federal agent, because according to federal law, non-government special vehicles are not allowed to use dark glass, nor are they allowed to paste any reflective decorations.

This is done to protect police officers from being able to clearly and intuitively see what the people in the car are doing when they are performing official duties, whether they are holding weapons, or whether they have raised their weapons.

So when a van with dark glass was parked on the road, it only took Preton a tenth of a second to know that it might be coming for him.

He was silent for a moment, then he fished on the bed casually, took the gun in his hand, went to the toilet to urinate, then swaggered out of the gate, pointing to the commercial vehicle across the road.

In an instant, some special agents appeared behind the surrounding grass, in the bushes, and on the attic of the opposite house. They pointed at Preton with various weapons in their hands. As long as he made the slightest movement, these people would shot.