blackstone code

Chapter 1525

Reikatos didn't know how long he ran, his legs became heavier and heavier, and in the end, he subconsciously changed from running to fast walking, and finally to slow walking.

Fear, running, hunger, cold, these made him suffer, he moved forward slowly, he felt his body was heating up.

This phenomenon... is not a good phenomenon, he feels that his physical strength is passing away extremely fast.

He didn't know if there was something under his feet, or his physical strength was exhausted. His legs bent and he fell on the snow.

When he woke up, he was already lying in a warm sleeping bag covered with a buckskin.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked... in his forties came over, holding a steaming cup in his hand.

"Are you awake?" The middle-aged man said and sat down next to him. "I saw you in the snow. You have a wound on your arm. I'll help you deal with it."

"Who hurt you?"

Rekatos wanted to speak subconsciously, his mouth was opened, but in the end, he only made the sound of "Abaaaba".

There is still a big difference between his accent and the accent of the federal people. Perhaps people in the central and southern regions of the federation cannot find out where he is from from his accent.

But in the north, especially near the border, people here would definitely be able to pick out his accent.

He didn't know how long he had slept, and he didn't know if the attack on the patrol team and the patrol station had become a big deal. The most important thing now was to ensure his own safety.

The middle-aged man showed a look of pity, "It's so pitiful, have you met those Mariro people?"

Rekatos froze for a moment, nodded repeatedly, and the man sighed, "You are so pitiful, but it's okay, we can return to the town tomorrow at the latest, and we'll be safe there."

He also patted Leratos' body specially, "I made a brace for your arm, it may not be convenient..."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Rekatos thought in his heart, after the injury on his arm healed, he would not kill this man, this was his reward for this man for saving himself.

Along the way, this man has been very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Rekatos felt a little guilty. He was thinking about whether he should tell the truth to this man within limits.

For example, I concealed the things I did, and described myself simply as a victim.

After he came to the federal territory, he had to have a place to go. In the past, there were many brothers around him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

But now he is alone, and he needs someone to help him integrate into the Federation society. This middle-aged man may be a good choice.

On the way back to the town, the middle-aged man talked a lot about his wife, his children, and his own dreams.

"My biggest wish is to move to some cities in the south. Those weather experts say that we will get colder and colder here in the future. It's cold enough now."

"I don't want my child to be unable to go out in the cold winter for three or four months a year. He should live in the sun and be able to run and play freely."

"But you know, if you want to do it, you have to have money, but money..." The middle-aged man sighed and shook his head at the same time, "But you know, making money is too difficult."

Rekatos has developed a kind of empathy very well. In fact, from a certain point of view, the characteristics of the bottom of society are the same. They are always disturbed by too many external factors, making themselves sometimes emotional .

But the upper class of society is different. Even if they have already killed some poor people, they will not show any mercy to those poor people who are about to be killed by them.

He felt that if he got money in the future, it might help him realize this wish.

For a whole day, Rekatos felt that he was far away from the border, and he fell asleep twice in a daze.

Because the middle-aged man only brought his own food, although he also ate a little, it was not much, and he could barely make ends meet.

The hunger never left him, and he swore that when he returned to the middle-aged man's house, he must have a good meal.

When he fell asleep for the third time, when he woke up again, he didn't wake up naturally, but was woken up by a splash of cold water.

"It's true that you're not dead, but the price of being alive is the same as that of being dead. If I add more money to you, others will ask for the same, which will make it difficult for me."

"That's all the money given by the above, and it's all worth it."

A guy who looked like a police officer stood beside the middle-aged man, and the two looked at him.

It was only at this moment that Rekatos realized that he had already sat on the chair and was completely tied up without knowing when.

He tried to struggle, but the few days of hunger made him have no strength at all, and the struggle was just an indifferent twist, and soon he didn't even have the strength to twist.

He looked at the middle-aged man fiercely and somewhat hurt. He didn't quite understand why he was here, nor did he know what happened.

The middle-aged man was a little disappointed, "I thought the living Mariro people could give a little more."

The police officer rolled his eyes, "600 yuan, do you want it!"

The middle-aged man glared at Rekatos, and stretched out his hand helplessly, "It's better than nothing, and you still toss me all the way..."

He took the money from the police officer, counted it, stuffed it into his bag, and then began to pack his things and prepare to leave.

But the police officer said again, "Next time kill someone and bring them here, I don't like doing this!"

Rekatos opened his mouth in some horror, and wanted to say something in a very weak voice, but was punched on the cheek by the middle-aged man who came over.

All the voices turned into screams of pain. In the past few days, the gentle man who talked with him about his dreams and family has become hideous.

He swiftly pulled out a one-foot-long bayonet from his waist, grabbed his neck with one hand, and stabbed the bayonet into his heart with the other...

When his life had come to an end and he was about to leave this world completely, he faintly heard the police officer say——

"Damn it, you stained my floor!"

The middle-aged man... is a bounty hunter.

This kind of occupation seems to appear in film and television works and novels most of the time, in fact, it has always existed!
In the West, as in the North, bounty hunters are arguably an integral part of society.

In these harsh natural environments, there will always be some ferocious predators that harass and attack humans, such as federal wolves, leopards, bears or some jungle lions.

It is not impossible to organize police forces or militias to deal with these things, but it is not necessarily possible to send people in the morning and solve them in the afternoon.

This often takes time and luck.

The most difficult thing for the federal government is always related to taxation. Apart from the tax bureau, it is the taxpayer.

If the police and militia cannot catch these things in a short period of time, some people will always question whether they are wasting taxpayers' money, so the special profession of bounty hunters has been retained.

The local administrative or public security agencies issue reward orders, and then those bounty hunters come to work.

Officially, the cost of these bounties is much cheaper than mobilizing manpower and resources to find a few wolves, a leopard or a bear.

It also solves the problem for less money.

Even if people have complaints about the processing time, it is due to the lack of ability of bounty hunters and has nothing to do with the official.

Bounty hunters not only hunt animals, but also "people". A middle-aged man is a bounty hunter.

He drew his bayonet from Recartos' body, wiped him, and inserted it into the cowhide sheath.

At the same time, he also complained, "If you had said that earlier, I would have brought their eyeballs. I might have killed several of them by this time."

He cursed and said a few more words. He thought that the living Mariro people would be worth more, but he didn't expect that life and death are the same price. What a fucking loss!

The police officer curled his lips and began to clean up the mess.

As the advance troops of Blackstone Security arrived at the border, they began a large-scale search and killing of Mariro who had sneaked into the federal territory.

At the same time, villages, towns and even cities near the northern border began to offer rewards for these invaders, regardless of life or death.

Some of these bounties are allocated through local finance, and some are sponsored by local rich people.

Everyone knows that letting the Mariro people mess around in the country will definitely mess up the whole north. It is much better to spend a little money at this time than to have no chance to spend money later.

In just one day, Blackstone Security killed more than 100 people, and more field workers set foot on the train to the border.

These news quickly aroused heated discussions in Bupain. While people were discussing heatedly, Mr. Truman also breathed a sigh of relief.

Lynch's quick action took the pressure off him, and now the pressure was shifting from him to those members of Congress.

While they used this incident to exert pressure, it also created the current situation!
It is a double-edged sword. When you swing it without hurting others, you will definitely hurt yourself!

The Mariello government is still condemning the federation's actions. Their new president called it "a tragic massacre". He said that at least tens of thousands of refugees died or disappeared in this military conflict.

He is also trying to get the attention and assistance of the international community. Minister of Foreign Affairs Penteo was the first to stand up to support the Mariro people.

They used "the federal people's undisguised greed for the territory" and "inhumane military actions" to discredit the federation, and declared that when necessary, they would stand up to uphold justice for Mariro and contribute to the maintenance of world peace!
Yes, they have now learned what the Federals say, anyway, whoever threatens them is a potential threat to world peace.

Public opinion is very useful, even better than Emperor Peng Jieao imagined!

(End of this chapter)