blackstone code

Chapter 1050 If you don't want it, throw it away
A major, in uniform, was eating dinner under a dim light.

There are two plates on the dining table, and there are several pieces of beef in the plate, the kind that is not cut, just one bone and one bone.

There is no cooking method, no butter, no butter, no seasoning, just boiled in plain water.

Another one contained some sprouted wheat.

Next to the plate was a smaller bowl with some messy looking dips.

Holding a sharp saber, the little warlord casually cut off a piece of beef, dipped it in a bowl with his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Together with the fingers, it was wrapped in the mouth, sucked hard, and then slowly pulled out the fingers.

This ensures that the beef juices and dips don't linger on his fingers, compromising the satisfaction of his next meal.

Then I grabbed a handful of steamed, germinated wheat from another plate, which was a little sticky.

He rubbed it into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sprouted wheat has always been a delicacy enjoyed by the nobles in Marillo, but Marillo’s past rule has been overthrown, so no matter whether you are a noble or not, whether you are a Malorian or a Marilian, you can eat the newly germinated wheat wheat.

As long as they can afford it, then they can eat it.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and through the wooden door made of wooden boards, some shadows could be seen flickering outside.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and a soldier with a gun stood outside the door.

"Major, here we come."

The major didn't look up, "Let her in."

About a minute later, Isabella walked into the room.

She frowned slightly, she didn't like it here.

The upper part of the walls of the whole house is white, the lower part is cyan, and the ordinary roof looks a little old.

The ground is the kind of ordinary rammed soil, and after adding some special materials, it has now been condensed into a very special "floor".

It looks like it has been infiltrated by some oil, it is black and shiny, and it is hard.

There is some domestic garbage in the corner, and there is a faint sour smell in the air.

The major grinned and wrapped the sticky wheat sprouts with his tongue. He leaned back, sat on the chair, and took out a cigarette casually and put it in his mouth.

The match in his hand struck the leg of his trousers, ignited the fire with a snort, took a breath on the fire, blew out the match, and looked at Isabella, "Someone offered a reward of 100 million for your head, you Dare to come out..."

He pointed to the leftover beef and wheat sprouts on the table, "Would you like some?"

Looking at these foods, Isabella felt a little sick, but she couldn't show any discomfort at this time.

In Marillo, weakness does not command sympathy, but only inspires greed and destruction.

She walked to the edge of the table and sat down. The major picked up the dagger on the table and slapped it in front of Isabella.

Isabella shook her head, took out the dagger she was carrying, picked a piece of beef that she thought was good, and cut a piece.

The same eating method as before, not beautiful, a little ugly, but it also gives people an indescribable feeling, very chic and free and easy.

The dipping sauce is spicy, sour and salty. The acid comes from the juice left after fermentation of a fruit, and so is the spicy.

She chewed hard, then grabbed a small ball of wheat germ, kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"The taste is terrible, but I'm not here to eat!", Isabella put the knife in her hand, and looked at the major across the table.

She considered her words, "I want to bring people back together..."

The major suddenly coughed violently, and he was choking on the cigarette, because he laughed when he shouldn't have swallowed the smoke, which caused some smoke to have an unexpected effect, making him continue to cough violently.

After coughing for a while, he wiped away the tears he coughed up, "You made me choke, remember to notify me before telling a joke next time."

He took what Isabella said as a good joke.

"It's not funny." Isabella shook her head, she now has short hair, less charming and more heroic.

The major shook his head and started smoking again, "You still haven't figured out why the general died..."

"I heard that there are quite a few people who sent you here. You also joined the Federation, didn't you?"

Isabella focused on other issues, her tone was a little high, and she sounded a little angry, "Do you know who killed Your Excellency General, and do you know who attacked us?!"

The "also" played a key role, which showed that the major knew what happened, and knew things that even Isabella, the person involved, didn't know.

The major withdrew the dagger and continued to cut the beef. He stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth full of white teeth and chewed hard, "Don't worry about those things. If I were you, I'd leave now."

"This is no longer your family's territory, nor your back garden, Miss Jewel!"

"More importantly, now I have my own territory and my own people. I am the ruler here, just like your father."

"Excuse me, why do I have to follow a woman's command again?"

His eyes were a little greedy, and he looked at Isabella impulsively without concealing his heart, "Maybe you can give me an answer."

This issue was also considered by the Gefra Security Committee and the Military Intelligence Bureau. After the general was assassinated, the officers on his territory immediately became warlords of different sizes.

It is very difficult to gather these people together. If there is no good way to persuade them, they will basically not obediently surrender the power in their hands.

That is power. For power, sons can kill their fathers, and relatives can kill each other.

This has nothing to do with civilization, morality, or ethics.

The barbaric ones are like Nagalil, or some more remote and barbaric societies.

A civilized country with an aristocratic monarchy like Gafla.

As long as a power-related dispute breaks out, no one will let the other party go just because the other party has the same blood as himself.

On the contrary, they will become more vicious and cruel because the other party has the same blood as their own!

King, one person is enough.

As the general's daughter, Isabella can also be regarded as a daughter with inheritance rights. She is very embarrassed so far.

The Security Council and MI believed that the rewards of supporting her were simply not enough to support the rewards of helping her.

Until Lynch convinced them.

Facing the person in front of her who was so ordinary in the past, and she thought it was a waste of time to look at her a few more times, Isabella felt angry in her heart as she looked at her unscrupulously.

She stood up, "The general feeds you, gives you weapons, gives you money, so that you can have enough food."

"You know someone is going to deal with him, but you pretend you don't know anything, let this happen, and now you want to occupy what he left..."

"Have you ever thought about what the consequences will be if you do this?"

The major hesitated for a while, and finally the greedy gaze in his eyes narrowed, "I can pretend that you have never been here, and there is still time to leave now."

Maybe it was Isabella's words that touched him, maybe he convinced himself, he couldn't guarantee that he would always think this way, he just hoped that Isabella would get out of here quickly.

Isabella looked at him for a few seconds, then turned to leave.

Looking at Isabella's back, there was a trace of hesitation in the major's eyes.

Whether it is 100 million or sleeping with this woman, it is very tempting for him, but he resists it.

This woman is actually a trouble, and he doesn't want to cause trouble, especially after he heard that this woman seems to have the support of the Federation, he doesn't want to cause trouble.

He will not obey this woman's command, but he will not offend her to death either.

Thinking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued to lower his head to enjoy the sumptuous food.

After about ten minutes, he satisfactorily scraped off the plate containing the wheat sprouts with the last piece of beef, and when he stuffed the beef with wheat sprouts and mucus into his mouth, he felt satisfied in his nasal cavity, but there was nothing sound of meaning.

Something like "uh...".

"I'm done eating!", he said and stood up, tidying up his armed belt.

This is his restaurant, life is not easy now.

After the general died, all his money was in the bank, and no one could withdraw it. This also meant that the warlords or armed organizations on the general's territory suddenly had no source of income.

They have no money to maintain their previous life, and the locals can't squeeze out much money, so life has become a lot more difficult.

Don't talk about eating beef at this time, it's a good thing to fill his stomach, so he has to eat it secretly, otherwise someone will definitely have an opinion.

After tidying up his clothes, he walked to the door and opened the door. A stunned expression just appeared on his face. The next second, the blood hole on his forehead stopped all his thoughts.

With a plop, he fell straight to the ground.

"The target has been killed..." A soldier who was obviously different from the local soldiers entered the room full of vigilance, but fortunately there was no one else in the room.

He looked at the body lying on the ground and fired two more shots.

Afterwards, Isabella returned here again, and she squinted at the major's body on the ground with a sneer on her face.

In the early morning of the next day, the locals unexpectedly discovered that there were more than 30 corpses hanging on the poles near the garden in the city center.

The faces of these corpses were peeled off, and then the "murderer" glued them to their stomachs, and left a sentence on their naked chests——

"If you don't want it, don't wear it!"

At the same time, another piece of news spread rapidly.

Isabella, back with the Federals!

(End of this chapter)