Blackstone Code

"Kill these foreigners!"

The shouts in the crowd grew louder and louder. At the beginning, people were still a little confused. The Nagaril people actually had no tradition of resistance, and religion always told them that patience would give them a better chance of having a good pregnancy than seeking revenge.

The vast majority of people do not have the potential or ideas to "take the lead". In fact, the people who come around are mostly here to watch the fun and see if there is any opportunity to take advantage of it, just like when they attacked Lynch before. Workers' quarters, or not so long ago the houses of rich men were raided and plundered.

They are very vicious towards their compatriots committing crimes, such as petty theft. Once these people are caught, it is basically difficult to see the police while they are still alive.

But for foreigners, they do not yet have the courage to "beat them to death" because these foreigners have played the role of the third ruling class for a long time in the past, and their social and political status are far higher. To ordinary people.

Ordinary people may dare to follow the crowd and reap some benefits, but no one would dare to come forward and shout "kill them". The nature is different and too dangerous.

In Nagaril, the gods will forgive the sins of those who are rich, but will never spare a poor person.

But at this moment, someone shouted out and seemed to be planning to do so.

A young Nagaril man climbed up the wall of a rich man's house. His face was full of anger. He waved his fists and shouted with all his strength, "Come in, kill these foreigners, and take back what belongs to you." Everything about us!”

Although he was quickly knocked down by random sticks, a second person and a third person appeared, and people's faces showed something that had never appeared before.

"They are not our people." The leader of the Al-Shabaab Mengwu Province, who had already arrived in a hurry, looked a little solemn. He was squatting on the crown of a tree more than 20 meters away.

The view here is good, and you can clearly see most of the rich people's houses, as well as the compatriots who are gathering more and more.

There were some key members of Al-Shabaab sitting next to him, and there were also their people under the tree.

Ever since they heard that a foreigner tortured and killed a domestic maid, they actively followed up on the matter and rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

But what they didn't expect was that there were people faster than them, those who were taking the lead in attacking wealthy houses.

They had not been able to find these people from the crowd before, but now, they had been exposed.

It is precisely because these people are not members of the Al-Shabaab that the short young people feel that things are a bit troublesome.

He knew very well the virtues of the natives of Nagaril, that is, his compatriots. They would never and would not dare to do such a thing, let alone that they had looted the house of another rich man before - they Their hands were empty. As the first people to rush into the house, they should get more than others.

Once they have the things, they should not continue to make trouble. Instead, they should quickly return home and hide the things. After the storm has passed, they can sell them to merchants who collect stolen goods on the nearby black market and make a fortune.

This is almost an unspoken tradition and rule. Everyone is doing it. As for being caught, you can only say that you are unlucky. If you are not caught, you will make a fortune.

But these people didn't. Their hands were empty and they didn't take anything. The anger on their faces was too exaggerated, and their actions were... too purposeful. They were not members of Al-Shabaab. There was something wrong with this, there must be something wrong!

Another young man sitting next to him didn't feel anything, and there was still an excited smile on his face. "It doesn't matter whether they are our people or not. I admire them for having such courage and determination. We should include them." In the organization!”

He was still a little impatient as he said, "We can't just let others take the limelight on this kind of thing, we should also rush forward. This is a good opportunity for people to get to know us!"

The popularity of Al-Shabaab in Nagalir is not very high, and the short young people think that now is not the best time, and it is best not to be too arrogant before they get some "real things" in their hands.

This would attract the attention of local officials, religious and third ruling classes, and they have destroyed two temples and are now being tracked down by some of the Guardians.

So he did not agree immediately, but was thinking and weighing. In the process, he saw those people climbed over the courtyard wall and opened the door from the inside. People rushed into the courtyard like a tide, led by a few people. Here, the thugs responsible for driving people away were also washed away and overwhelmed by the crowd.

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The companion next to him jumped down from the tree. After landing, he looked up at him with grinning teeth, "Let's go up too, it's time to let people know about us!"

The short leading young man was still a little hesitant. He watched those people rush into the house, and heard the voice of his companion, "If you don't go, it will be too late." He gritted his teeth and jumped down from the tree.

In fact, it was not just his cadre, but other people were also looking at him excitedly. There was a desire to do big things, but they didn't know that the Al-Shabaab was not strong enough now, and they rashly took on things that didn't belong to them. responsibility will make them very hurt.

Looking at these companions, the young man changed his words slightly, "Our battlefield is not here. Remember what I told you before, what we want is their industry and their wealth, not to kill them to vent our anger!" "

"It's easy to kill them, but their property will be confiscated by the government. You should be very clear about our...the virtues of those people. I ask you to split up and go to other places immediately to help those people make decisions before the situation escalates further. !”

He looked at everyone around him and said, "I have a hunch that this matter will be a big deal. Maybe you are right, so let's get started!"

Some big trends are irresistible. In fact, he is also very confused now. He can feel that a trend is rapidly advancing. He can even feel that some people are "helping" them, but this feeling is not good.

As for what's wrong, he doesn't know. The only thing that can be done now is to speed up the plan. Their original plan was to let the foreign businessmen who were preparing to flee die on the way out of Nagaril, so that their children, or they The local family in Nagalir will be able to inherit their wealth.

This includes cash, assets and other things that can be inherited. The wealth of these rich people must also be inherited in order to better return to people's hands.

Otherwise, the government will find various reasons to confiscate the property and kick out the people living there, which they often do.

This was supposed to be something that wouldn't take too long, but it wouldn't happen now. Some arrangements were needed, but it was too late.

More and more people are coming from all directions, and some people have begun to rush to the yard next door. The police who always appear in time have not appeared yet. All this indicates that a storm is forming!

At the same time, Mr. Simon, who had almost finished cleaning up and was just waiting for someone to take over his property and leave immediately, also learned the news from some channels.

He immediately asked the housekeeper to close all the doors, then he took the shotgun and sat in the study with the fewest windows.

He was a little nervous. One of his friends just talked to him in a panic, saying that the locals were crazy and that they were attacking his house like crazy. The noisy environment made it difficult for him to hear clearly what the other party said. , followed by a dull sound like the sound of broken bones, everything returned to calm.

But soon, the phone rang with a lingua franca with a local accent - "You are next, sir!"

Mr. Simon was horrified. After the call ended, he ran to the edge of the yard and looked out. There were already some locals on the street who did not belong here.

It must be said here that foreigners have their own neighborhoods and communities. The foreign neighborhoods and communities in every city in Nagali are very prosperous and lively places, but there are not many Nagali people in these places.

Because the high consumption here makes ordinary Nagarilese ineligible to appear here, the police will also help the rich to stop those who may come in to beg or steal, and keep them out of the community.

When simply looking at the environment in the community, sometimes people don’t think this is Nagaril, but rather think that this is their own country.

Everything is so beautiful, quiet, there is no smell, and no ragged Nagali people can be seen.

But now, there are already out there, and there seem to be more and more of them.

Mr. Simon cursed that the police who were supposed to beat the locals away with sticks and prevent them from entering had not done their job well, and gave up the idea of ​​leaving immediately.

He doesn't have the courage to hurt others before they hurt him. He is still a law-abiding person, so he doubts that he will be stopped if he drives. Now hiding at home has become the best choice.

He picked up the shotgun he used for hunting and sat in the study. He was a little strange and checked everything about the shotgun, including the bullets.

Any movement in his ears can make him panic a little.

He turned his head and looked out the window. There seemed to be some not-so-quiet noises outside. He picked up the phone and wanted to call the police station number again, but this time, he didn't even get a busy signal from the receiver, and there was no sound at all.

The phone lines were cut?

He was a little frightened and even more nervous. He shouted the housekeeper's name loudly. After a while, the door to the study opened.

"master……"

"I'm a little thirsty. Also, send someone to check why our phone line is down. Also, are there many people on the road outside?" He wiped the sweat from his temples. "I think it's a little noisy. It wasn't there before. Such."