Blackstone Code

After a person is shot, he will not die immediately.

There is a process from birth to death. Biologists from Gaevra once conducted an experiment. They promised death row prisoners some benefits and asked them to accept their research.

The most famous is the beheading experiment.

Generally speaking, the head of the condemned prisoner will roll a few times after beheading. If this is a myth or legendary novel, there may be a black dog running away with the head in its mouth.

But this is the story of research. People fixed the heads of death row prisoners on a stand, and then the blade quickly cut off the connection between their heads and bodies. At this time, scientists would ask questions, and the death row prisoners would follow the questions asked by the scientists. , use any method to answer, such as using your eyes to look at the different options on the left and right sides.

The purpose of this experiment is to prove that people will not die immediately even after their heads are chopped off. It may sound boring and a little cruel, but it does provide a lot of necessary content for the field of biology.

In the end, most of the death row prisoners retained their ability to think for a period of time after their bodies and heads were separated. They were able to answer two to three questions, and then they truly entered a state of death as the blood in their brains was lost and emptied.

Therefore, after Mishhaye was shot, he did not die immediately. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground. He looked at the police chief with a painful expression, looking at the guy who once begged for mercy in front of him.

Some gunshots were heard from other places in the basement, and a woman's scream was heard, but everything fell into silence within ten seconds.

"Your Excellency the Governor knows that you have made things difficult for Mr. Lynch. For the sake of the friendship between Nagaril and the Federation, and for the sake of the friendship between Your Excellency the Governor and Mr. Lynch, he asked me to convey his apology to you."

The police chief tugged at the corners of his clothes to make them fit more snugly. He also adjusted his armed belt to make himself look energetic at all times.

Mishhaye could feel his breathing getting weaker and weaker with every gasp. He said in a very forced voice, "But that was... what Drago's son asked me to do, not what I thought."

"But Mr. Lynch doesn't know!" The police chief raised his gun and pointed it at him. "Is there anything else you need me to tell you? If not, I will send you back to the embrace of God now."

Mishhaye did not expect to survive. He could feel that blood seemed to be pouring into one of his lungs. He could only rely on the other lung to breathe. Such a terrible amount of bleeding was difficult in a country with backward medical facilities and technology. Nagaril, he couldn't live at all.

He gave a little schadenfreude smile, probably gloating, and looked at the police chief, "Now it's me, you're next!"

The police chief was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Bullets penetrated Mayor Mishhaye's once arrogant face one after another, beating the face to pieces until the sound of the firing pin being fired could be heard. Only then did the police chief realize that he had run out of bullets.

His expression was a little sluggish, and it took him a moment to put away the pistol. He looked at Mishhaye, whose identity could no longer be identified, and shook his head, "I'm not you. You have the value of being used, and I'm just a dog." .”

As he spoke, he walked out of here with an expression of regret or luck on his face.

The smell of blood has spread, and the people in the basement are dying.

Seeing his subordinates with guns in their hands, the police chief straightened his armed belt again, "I checked. Mayor Mishhaye has been attacked and killed by gangsters. This is the first time in the history of Mengwu Province." This is the most serious case I have ever encountered, and I swear to God here that I will catch those murderers!"

The policemen, who still had some blood stains on their faces, bulging bags in their pockets, and the residual heat from their guns, straightened their spines in excitement and loudly echoed the police chief's oath to solve the case as soon as possible.

The sunlight coming in from outside the basement shone on their wide-brimmed hats, and the police badges shone extremely brightly at this moment.

The news of Mishhaye's death was not revealed immediately. Even Drago and Lynch did not start to rectify the commotion outside. They were still waiting.

In fact, both Drago and Lynch are very clear that they promote the local lower class to fight against the middle and upper class, and the ruling class is actually for a complete reshuffle.

The federal people are coming. This is not a description of new things happening around them, like when greeting each other. It is a real phenomenon.

The federal people came with a strong posture that most people in Nagalil could not understand. The first step after these people came was to shuffle the cards. Those middle and upper classes who already had many resources, if they were not prepared , they will be purged, just like they are now.

The city outside is in flames, and the riots have begun to spread to other places. The bottom of the society who did not get any benefits here began to look for opportunities in other cities. It is possible that the turmoil caused by the riots will spread to the entire Nagalil.

This may be what some people want, and when they don't know how to do it, Lynch lit this fire.

After returning to the room, Lynch took off his clothes with the help of the maid and entered the bathroom.

I have to say that Drago still enjoys it. Of course, this is also related to the local traditional culture.

The 40 to 50 square meter bathtub is filled with hot water with a faint sulfur smell. This is hot spring water brought up from the ground. The comfortable design allows Lynch to have a groove where he can lie down but will not sink. He lay inside, enjoying the cool wind, and the tropical jungle at night was not far away. Except for some annoying mosquitoes that occasionally flew nearby, it was perfect at this time.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the heat and comfort brought by the hot water flowing on the surface of his body. It was so comfortable that he wanted to squint for a while.

He is thinking about the situation here. Breaking the inherent local ruling structure and ruling class is a plan that he and the United Development Company decided before arriving.

If we do not get rid of these ruling classes who did not join the United Development Company in the past, they are likely to waste a lot of time and energy on local factional struggles in the future.

So the best thing to do now is to explode conflicts from the very beginning and then force the locals to take sides.

If they are willing to cooperate, they will be given the status of federal people. This is actually very important. As long as they become federal people, there is no need to consider that they will abandon the cooperative relationship with the United Development Company for various reasons.

You know, when I know that their rulers have also abandoned them, abandoned their faith and gods, their rule will also come to an end.

All that's left is to eradicate the other people who stand against them. Maybe these people don't know anything from the beginning. They don't know that they have passively taken sides. They don't know that they don't even have a chance to choose. They don't know that there are many, many more. .

But this is not important. What is important is the space, the new space released. A new group of Nagarils will replace these people, and with the help of the federal people, they will become the new privileged class and even the ruling class. The federal people will... …

hiss……

Lynch's muscles suddenly tensed up, but then relaxed again.

He didn't open his eyes. He was just thinking about the next work, so he didn't notice that a second person came into the bath.

Because the water waves caused by the body brushing caused ripples in the calm water surface of the entire bath, the maids standing outside the bath watched everything happening here with red faces, a little shy, but also a little curious.

Lin Qi's breathing was a little heavy. After a while, the water waves gradually calmed down.

"How much did Fox pay you for the film?" Lynch said, his voice a little hoarse, "Is there any water?"

Soon, the maid came to him with a tray containing four drinks: wine, fruit wine, juice and scented tea.

He hesitated and chose scented tea. Alcohol was not a good thing. Although many people liked him, he had seen people suffering from alcoholism.

Many people think that alcoholism is just trembling hands. In fact, it is not. It is just a side manifestation. In the end, alcohol will kill people because it destroys a large number of brain cells!

The juice is too sweet and young people may like it, but Lynch, as an "old man", prefers a lighter taste.

A somewhat tired Penny lay next to him, her face rosy as if she had left the sunset on her cheeks. She was slightly panting, breathing a little heavily, "Thirty thousand yuan, the agency will take away two-thirds. The rest is mine."

Lynch's voice returned, and he looked at the girl in surprise, "They care about you very much and can give you so much. I thought it would be less."

To train an ordinary person without any experience in the entertainment industry to become a star requires the agency to pay a lot of money.

Time, money, and connections, not everyone can be successful and allow the agency to recoup the money, so at the beginning a large part of the artist's income will be taken away by the agency.

Until the artists started to become popular, they kept revising the share, and finally only got 5 to 10 percent. With Penny's current influence, she should not get as much as one-third.

Penny curled her lips. She turned around and took out a tropical fruit from the fruit basket beside the bath. She took a bite and the juice splashed everywhere. "Because they thought I could become a big star, they gave me the contract at the beginning. Just a little higher level than others.”

She said and came closer, tilting her head, looking at Lin Qi's handsome face lying in the water with soup noodles, feeling a little lost.

But she quickly came to her senses, bit her lip and asked, "How about this time? I didn't screw it up, did I?"

Lynch thought for a while and commented, "To be honest, I was a little unskilled at first, but later on it was okay. I can give you a passing grade."

"What?"

"Is it just a passing grade?"

"I think I did a good job this time!"