blackstone code

Chapter 2071

Sacrifice, death, is always a very heavy topic.

At the same time, this is a topic that can never be avoided in the course of historical development.

A change in the social structure, a change in the political system, or even a substantial development in the history of the entire world will, and must, be accompanied by a large number of deaths.

If time is a book, there is a magic pen that can write history on this book.

Death and soul, then, are the ink for writing.

Without ink, you can never write a brilliant long poem.

Just like change, death is always accompanied by it, otherwise it must be an unsuccessful change——

Losers, not swept into the trash, how can this be a successful change?

Lynch was a good persuader, and the little earl was determined.

After dinner in the evening, the police began to dispatch in large numbers. On the surface, they were maintaining order in the city, but in fact they were arresting the demonstrators.

Sometimes pedestrians who are in groups of three or four on the road and have not put up slogans will also be arrested.

In just one hour, the prison, which had been empty for a long time, was filled with people again.

"What did I do?" A bearded worker waved his arms at two police officers.

He had just had some drinks outside with three former colleagues, and on the way back, he met a patrolling policeman.

He swears that they didn't actually hurt or try to hurt the police, except for some unfriendly gestures towards the police at the beginning.

Isn't it the tradition of Gefra to express his dissatisfaction with the police?
They've done that in the past too, shouting something at the passing cops, it's like a habit!
But this time, these patrol officers immediately called for help, and many police officers came around, and they asked the bearded group to kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands.

They couldn't understand why there was such a request. Someone tried to leave, but was stopped.

The surrounding police have surrounded them, and it seems that they really want to take them away.

The bearded man didn't get the result he wanted, he waved his arms excitedly, "You can't do this, I did nothing wrong, you shouldn't let me do that..."

He glanced at his colleague who had been pinned to the ground, turned around and ran away.

Just as he was trying to run into a policeman, the policeman decisively drew his pistol.

There was a gunshot, and the surrounding lighted windows went out again. The bearded man staggered a few steps and fell to the side of the road.

He looked at the quiet street, the light from the street lamps, and the shiny leather boots in front of him.

A hole was punched in the chest, the bullet tore a part of the lung, and blood poured in quickly.

He was breathing heavily, accompanied by obvious convulsions, and he was slowly suffocating.

This is a very terrible way of dying. Its terrible thing is that people are going to die bit by bit in a sober and intense process.

The backflow of blood will weaken the breathing ability more and more until it is completely unable to breathe.

By this time, people have not died yet, and their consciousness is very clear.

They can feel the fear of inevitable death, but they can't change any results!

"I hit him, shot him in the chest..." The policeman turned his bearded man over and glanced at the gunshot wound on his chest, "Should we save him?"

A policeman gave a negative answer, and the policeman standing in front of the bearded man just looked at him, watching him begin to struggle violently uncontrollably.

Watching his eyeballs almost pop out, watching the brilliance in his eyes finally disappear...

In fact, at this moment, the bearded man has not completely died.

Strictly speaking, his heart is no longer beating, but his brain has not completely lost its function.

Hypoxia does cause most brain cells to die, but not all brain cells enter a dead state.

There is still a point that has not yet entered this sequence.

This caused the bearded man to shed some tears from the corners of his eyes. It may be that the brain has lost control of the lacrimal gland, or it may be the last physiological behavior he can do.

The policeman pressed on his carotid artery for a while, shook his head slightly, and put the gun back in the holster.

In the dark city in the distance, there were several more gunshots, and then they stopped abruptly.

Gunshots sounded from time to time, making the night even more frightening!

The remaining three people were escorted to the police car, and they will be sent to the district prison to be locked up. As for the charges, it doesn't matter.

There was no investigation, no evidence collection, no interrogation, no trial, and no sentencing.

They were locked up like this until the whole situation completely subsided.

Maybe months, maybe years.

As for the unlucky guy who fell to the ground, no one will pay attention to him.

Soon the city funeral home's truck would come and take him away, and eventually his family would receive an urn with ashes belonging to many people.

As for the explanation?

There is no explanation, and no explanation is needed. In special times, there are always some special methods.

It wasn't until after twelve o'clock in the evening that the intermittent gunfire stopped.

According to incomplete statistics, at least 5000 people were arrested for gathering outdoors late at night, and more than 100 people were shot dead for storming government agencies and attacking police officers.

At dawn the next morning, the whole city seemed to be much quieter than yesterday.

In many places, blackened blood stains remained on the ground, and the city road cleaners had no official job yet, so no one would spontaneously clean up those blood stains that looked like they were seeping through people.

A large number of armed police gathered outside the gate of No. [-] Empire Avenue when the sky was slightly bright, in order to deal with the possible sudden outbreak of conflict.

At eight o'clock, Lynch had finished exercising, took a shower, and appeared in the dining room of the palace after getting dressed again.

Queen Feline was already sitting at the dining table, and before Lynch arrived, she had been looking at the sky outside the house thinking about something.

The sound of the attendant pulling the chair away alarmed Her Majesty, her expression was complicated and haggard.

Lynch laid out the napkin, and the staple food for breakfast today was mashed potatoes and fruit salad, some beef cubes, and a bowl of warm cream of corn soup.

He opened the cut meal bag, filled it with some mashed potatoes and fruit salad, and poured some sauce.

Meal buns are not only delicious when they are sandwiched with meat, they are also good.

"Didn't sleep well?" He took a bite, and the fresh and crisp vegetable salad was well combined with the mellow mashed potatoes, and it tasted pretty good.

Queen Feilin looked at Lynch for a while, then slowly nodded, "Last night, the gunfire rang out for a long time, and I didn't fall asleep until two or three o'clock."

"I think back to the time when I didn't run away, there were always gunshots."

She looked at Lynch, a little melancholy, "It can be said that there is hatred between countries before, so what about now?"

Another young man caught in some kind of ideological problem, Lynch put down the meal bag in his hand.

The way he treats the little count is different from the way he treats Queen Feilin. He has to calm down the little count. It doesn't matter whether he really understands why he does this.

But for someone who is not in power, you have to make her understand why this is happening and why it is necessary.

Lynch asked, "Let's discuss this."

"If we don't use any countermeasures in the face of all kinds of clear-cut resistance, and regard their almost completely public opposition as a reasonable method of appeal, what will happen next?"

Queen Feline began to think along Lynch's hypothesis. For a while, she shook her head, she really didn't know what would happen.

It's not her fault, it's not that she is too stupid, but that she knows too little about this society and about human beings.

Lynch gave her some hints, "Do you think that when you openly oppose what a certain person is going to do, and you are not stopped by any factors, but the situation is still developing, will you further oppose these things and people? ?”

He gave an example, "For example, organize more people who agree with you to oppose those in power in a more direct way?"

Her Majesty was at a loss, and Lynch changed the phrase, "If someone says you should be more united and let you participate in the rally, will you go back?"

"They are all people who have the same ideas as you, and they are all unequivocal opponents..."

Her Majesty nodded, "I will probably go."

Lynch continued to continue the plot for her, "You participated in their rally, and the leaders of the rally planned to use some extreme means to let the rulers see your determination."

"Everyone loses the ability to think for themselves in an almost religious fanatic environment, maybe a few at first, but more and more people are infected by the group mood."

"Everyone is rooting for him without even thinking about whether it's right or wrong, so what about you?"

"How would you choose?"

Lynch didn't need too many descriptions to remind Queen Feilin of what kind of scene it was. In a closed environment, everyone seemed a little crazy.

They lost their self-awareness, followed by someone shouting loudly with their fists raised.

"Next, they will try to attack government agencies, but considering that they are ordinary people, the rulers still haven't given them the punishment they deserve."

"Then what next?"

Lynch picked up the meal bag and took a bite, "After two attempts without any punishment, they will become more courageous and start trying to master more things that should not be mastered by them."

"They may think that their conflicts with the rulers cannot coexist, and then solving the rulers becomes the last option."

"So, under the leadership of these people, speculators, warlords, egoists, these people will gather around them."

"Civil war will break out."

　Although it is not burning, the problem does not seem to be completely resolved.Cough, phlegm, easy to feel sleepy, if you don't get better in the next 2 days, you have to go to the hospital, there may be white lungs. . ,
Fever reduction is only the first step towards recovery, everyone must be careful
　
(End of this chapter)