Blackstone Code

"The Federation people really enjoy it!"

Standing on the roof of the reinforced bus, the leader of the hunting team held in his mouth a variegated Klove from the Federation, and it was also a very cheap one.

This kind of variegated Klopp is not like the solid-colored Klopp, which is not suitable for inhalation. A considerable proportion of tobacco is added to the variegated Klopp, which is suitable for people to inhale, and it is very strong.

The manufacturers of these Cloves have told people more than once that mixing Clove leaves and tobacco leaves will not cause much harm to the human body as long as the dosage does not exceed a certain level. However, a considerable number of people still suffer from it every year. Excessive use of Variegated Clover resulted in death from some problems.

But even so, the sales volume of Varicolor is still very high because it is very powerful.

This kind of energy is not like the "energy" of alcohol, which makes people lose control of themselves. This kind of energy will only make people feel a little dizzy and inexplicably happy, but they will not lose control of their bodies.

The whole world seems to be slowly spinning, people will become excited, and their breathing will be slightly rapid, but other than that, there doesn't seem to be much other manifestations.

After a large amount of Kelov was exported to Nagaril, some local privileged people began to become addicted to this thing that could provide them with more happiness.

Its power comes quickly and does not affect people's judgment of emergencies. This is especially suitable for teams hunting on the grassland.

They banned alcohol because they were too drunk to react effectively when wild beasts attacked the camp. Similar things happened more than once in history.

A group of hunters got drunk at night and were eaten by some wild beasts. Therefore, the hunting group was not allowed to bring alcoholic beverages after entering the grassland.

Variegated Klove solves this problem that bothers people. It is easy to carry and has a lot of power. Bring a few and insert them into the ammunition belt. When needed, click on and take a few puffs, then press them out and insert them back. Very popular among hunters.

The hunting group that was summoned back at this time was already approaching the edge of the city, and they were one of the back-up players to resolve this chaos.

It is ridiculous to say that the United Kingdom of Nagaril does not actually have a large-scale organized army. It has existed before. In the relatively backward and barbaric period, the struggle between political power and theocracy required bloodshed and sacrifice, but even at that time, The army is also more like a clan army.

They would only obey the provincial governors of various regions, and they were all children or slaves of the clans to which the provincial governors belonged. Later, in line with the development of society, this kind of private army gradually withdrew from the stage.

The central government, that is, the royal family, has gathered all military establishments, and mobilizing this part of the army requires the consent of the royal family. This also makes provincial governors in various places very cold towards the "military".

They would rather mobilize their own private soldiers or those hunting groups than mobilize the army. This involves a lot of power distribution issues. This is also the main reason why the provincial governor asked the hunting groups to come back to resolve the unrest.

As soon as the hunting group entered the edge of the city, they encountered a mob. The captain, who was holding a variegated Klove on the roof of the car, raised the weapon in his hand, checked the bullet skillfully, turned on the safety, and turned his head to look at the people around him. , biting Cleve's cigarette holder and asked, "Have you ever hunted anyone?"

The assistant beside him was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a gunshot rang out.

There was a young man inside who was holding a stone in his hand and with some kind of crazy hatred on his face. He was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was about to throw a stone at the convoy when a bullet took off half of his cheek. The whole person flew backwards for two or three meters, and rolled on the ground two more times before he came to a complete stop.

Blood quickly spread from his wounds, staining a large area of ​​land red.

Shotguns are too powerful. These guns are used to deal with those ferocious beasts. The weakest of those things are stronger than humans. The bullets that can kill them can kill humans effortlessly.

The mob blocking the road seemed to want to rob the convoy, and they immediately became chaotic. Some people were running away, while others were throwing rocks and objects they could find on the roadside at the convoy.

These attacks were too weak. The captain smiled crazily. While laughing, he raised his gun like an instinct, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

They spend every day in killing, from being unfit at the beginning, to adapting to this kind of life, to being very interested in this kind of life, to finally being numb.

Shooting has become an instinct second only to breathing.

Every time the trigger is pulled and every gunshot is fired, a life is lost. Without a clear objective understanding, they have become the masters of life.

Some people may even think about a question, that is, is the feeling of killing someone the same as killing those animals?

Some people have always had such doubts, some have verified it, and for those who have not, now, this is a good opportunity.

This gunshot was like the beginning of a bloody war. The hunters in the cars behind, armed with modern weapons, began to look for their targets and shoot freely. Every bullet took away a life, just like It's like they did on the grassland.

There is no sense of moral guilt, no sense of so-called terror of killing one's own kind. After the extremely short-lived excitement, there is only a kind of pale numbness.

"Go back to your own houses, and if I see you on the street again, you will be just like those stinky meats on the roadside!" The hunting team roared past, leaving behind corpses one after another, but it was also clear that sent a message to people to return to their homes.

This method of suppressing unrest was better than preaching. People did not raise any protests, and they would not go to gunpoint to demonstrate their free spirit in order to prove that they were born free like the Federals did.

Although people all want to have a good pregnancy and have an indifferent attitude towards life, no one really wants to die.

Those who really want to die have already died, and those who can survive until now do not want to die.

Hunting teams entered the city directly from multiple routes. Wherever mobs gathered, there were hunting teams. They were like hunters wandering in the urban bushes, hunting down all humans who did not follow the rules.

It only took one day, and by evening, the turmoil that had lasted for nearly two weeks had basically subsided.

In the open spaces everywhere, under the guns of the hunters, some conscripted untouchables were carrying corpses and throwing them to the wood pile. These corpses were to be burned.

Even at the end of October, the air in Nagalier is still hot and humid, an environment perfect for bacterial growth.

So many people died at once. If not handled properly, a plague may occur in the city.

Those mobs that were still arrogant before the hunting team entered the city have now become what they were before, timid and cowardly, not even daring to raise their heads when walking.

As a crudely made incendiary bomb circled in the air and was thrown into the firewood pile, the flames spread instantly, and the raging flames rose up, burning all the ugliness and sin.

"The air won't smell very good these days..." In the exquisite room, there are still various kinds of wine and food on the table, and the band plays soothing music. Everything is so beautiful.

Lynch shook his head and said, "But the good news is that everything will go smoothly next."

"We have no competitors, and the market is firmly under our control, but I must also tell you, don't think that we can control the market without more competitors. This is not allowed."

"The friendship between the Federation and Nagaril is everlasting (it can withstand the baptism of history and will not fade no matter how long it takes). Some of the laws that exist in the Federation are not explicitly considered to exist and be valid here, but we also It should be followed.”

There were many federal businessmen around Lynch. During this time, they were frightened and frightened, especially today.

The gunfire outside made them almost think that the mob had launched a coup. It was not until the gunfire subsided that they understood that the turmoil was over.

This also gave them a...very absurd feeling, knowing that if similar riots occurred in the Federation, the militia would at most be responsible for maintaining order, rather than shooting those who caused the riots.

But here, the best way to solve the unrest is to deal with those who caused the unrest. This makes people feel scared that something is breaking away from their understanding and control of reality.

Lynch has become an important support for their work and life here.

"Next, we will make new plans for the city. Here I have to mention the mayor and his family who were attacked and killed by mobs during the turmoil. This also makes us realize the importance of peace."

Lin Qi suddenly turned around and waved to the police chief who was standing aside as if in the background. The latter was a little confused, but he still arranged his clothes and armed belt, strode to Lin Qi's side, and lowered his head slightly. Head said, "Mr. Lynch, do you have any orders?"

Lynch shook his head. He smiled and gently held the police chief's arm and looked at the others. "There is a side that makes us sad, and there is also a side that can cheer people up."

"The police chief's performance during this turmoil was very outstanding and outstanding. After discussing with Governor Drago, I decided to promote the police chief to the mayor of this city. I believe he will be qualified for this new job. "

After he finished speaking, he smiled and stretched out his hand, "Congratulations, Mr. New Mayor."

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The smile on his face was very subtle. He already knew the facts. In fact, with Lynch's intelligence and his understanding of the situation, he could easily guess the rough answer to this matter.

It is a good choice to recommend the promotion of the police chief. This is a smart guy and very obedient. This is very important.

After a brief absence, the police chief's eyes flashed with unbelievable light. He acted very exaggeratedly, holding Lynch's hand tightly with both hands and lowering his head, "I will definitely not let Mr. Lynch down and everyone's respect for him." My expectations and affirmations..."