blackstone code

Chapter 2288

Is this the first time that the teacher felt the beating sound of the heart so violently!
It sounded like a sheepskin drum was hidden in his chest, and every time his heart beat, he jumped on the sheepskin drum!
The next second, he was pushed to the ground by his companions, and then several gaps were made in the window sill.

The shattered debris hit the walls and furniture and made a loud noise. If it hits someone, it may also hurt you!
The teacher fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

The flesh and blood on his cheeks flowed little by little on his face, and finally fell to the ground bit by bit.

Blood, minced meat, brains!

He was terrified!
He had never felt such fear before!
His body was trembling uncontrollably, just for a moment, with a snap, a life became a "firework" blooming on his body...

The companions around him shook his body and shouted his name loudly, but they couldn't wake him up from the current situation. It can be seen how shocking what happened in such a flash!

As someone slapped him on the face and knocked his glasses away, he suddenly came back to his senses.

Although there is still severe tinnitus, but the thinking has been thawed.

With trembling hands, he picked up the glasses that had fallen to the ground, watched with distress as a new crack appeared on its frame, and put them back on.

"Go, let's go!"

The three of them supported each other and bent down to escape from the office, but when they were standing in the corridor, the teacher suddenly stopped again.

His eyes became dazed again, and he was surrounded by people running or in need of help.

Some Nagalilians who were shot were lying in places where they would not be directly attacked, wailing in pain.

They don't have a doctor here, and this isn't a hospital.

In Nagalil, there is a consensus.

That is if someone is shot but does not die immediately and cannot be treated easily.

The most people should do is to make up for him!
They have no money to see their gunshot wounds, nor can they afford all kinds of medicine. They will only continue to suffer while they live, and they will not get help!
There are wounded everywhere, blood everywhere, and the whole city hall is like hell!
At this time, a more prestigious guy like the captain ran over, his sleeve was cut off, and there was a wound on his arm.

The cut sleeve became a bandage, but it couldn't stop the blood from the wound from seeping out slowly.

"What should we do now, professor?" He gasped heavily, while talking, while changing the magazine for the pistol in his hand.

It was just a face-to-face meeting. The thugs outside the gate of the city hall were either killed on the spot, or returned to the city hall with injuries.

They've closed the doors to City Hall, but there's clearly no point in doing so.

When the city hall was built, the designers never considered that it would one day become a fortification in an armed exchange of fire, let alone design something beneficial to the defender.

For example, shooting ports, bunkers and the like!

Everyone knows that it is only a matter of time before they fall.

The professor shook his head while slowly sitting on the bench by the wall.

He inserted his hands into his hair and pressed his scalp hard, "I...don't know."

"They are completely different from the federal people I saw in newspapers and on TV. You have no idea what they did just now!"

"They killed their mayor in front of me!"

His face was a little flushed, and his veins were rolling. It could be seen that his emotions were in a state of extreme collapse at the moment!

He just wanted to negotiate with the federal government, and he never thought of killing important officials of the federal government!

He was at a loss.

His original plan was all based on his "understanding" of the Federation. They loved life, respected life, and were willing to negotiate with criminals or enemies, just to protect the safety of a very small number of people!
So his plan is to raid the city hall of this important city to get a chance to negotiate face-to-face with the federal government!
But who would have thought that the "Federation" he knew and the real Federation were completely different things?
"How about... shall we surrender?" the person beside him said softly.

Perhaps in his opinion, surrender is the best choice, at least he doesn't need to fight desperately with people outside.

The teacher shook his head, he touched his cheek subconsciously, and then spit it out with a wow!
Only now did he feel his stomach convulsing and nauseated.

Stomach acid smells fishy and stinky, but at this point everyone doesn't care so much.

Someone brought him a glass of water, and he drank a couple of sips, feeling a little better.

He took a tissue to wipe off the flesh and blood on his face that had lost some moisture, his expression was particularly distorted, "They... will not let us go, surrender will only make us die faster."

He raised his head and looked at the people around him, "They killed the mayor in front of me, which means they won't allow any of us to live!"

"We have no choice but to struggle!"

The purpose of cutting off the power is to prevent the news from spreading, and the teacher at this time has already understood this point.

But he understood too late.

The wrong perception of the Federation is what leads to all tragedies...

No, to be precise, from the moment they took to the streets with banners held high under the organization of some people to fight against the social rules that are currently customary in Nagalil society, their ending is already doomed!

Counting from the start of the battle, at No. 17 minutes, someone shouted loudly to surrender.

At 37:[-], the Press Office of the Federal Presidential Palace issued a statement to the outside world.

... The mayor of the city was shot dead by the mobs in public, but the mobs who wandered and looted in the city were basically cleaned up, and the few remaining thugs were mainly concentrated in the city hall.

The spokesman said that before noon, they were able to clean up all the thugs in the city and return the city to the control of the federal government.

As soon as the news was released, the Federal Industrial Index stopped falling and rose slightly by [-]%.

Compared with the "naivety" of the teacher, many federal people who read this news, especially those in the upper class, are very clear about it.

The only factor that would give them a chance to negotiate with the Federation and delay the time has been erased.

And this also represents the determination of the federal government to never compromise.

So the stock started to rise.

The death of the mayor played a key role.

Without the support of powerful firepower and follow-up ammunition, the thugs in the city hall soon ran out of bullets.

The teacher was arranged to try to surrender, and he shouted that everyone was willing to surrender.

Then the people outside told them to lay down their weapons and walk out of the city hall with their hands raised.

There were more than 500 people, and most of them were wounded.

They held their hands high, afraid that people outside would not see their hands, and walked out of the city hall in an orderly manner.

The teacher walked in the front, and his somewhat blurred lenses made it difficult for him to see which army soldier he was.

He blinked hard, trying to engrave their appearance in his head.

An officer asked from a distance, "Have they all come out?"

The teacher replied loudly, "There are still many injured and dead people inside, and those who can move around have come out."

The officer nodded, and when the teacher was about to ask how to deal with them, the gunfire rang out again.

He couldn't feel any pain at this moment, only the anger in his heart!
Are these people really federal?

Is it really those peace-loving and life-loving Federals in movie novels and newsmagazines?
Why are they so cruel?

Why are they not keeping their word?
He had a lot of questions to ask, but the bullet didn't give him the chance.

He felt a huge force constantly hitting his body, and after being pushed by this force, he staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

His glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose again, landing not too far away from him.

Blood spilled from his mouth, and he tried to swallow it, but couldn't.

His world had begun to darken, and he tried with all his strength to get the glasses back.

Those were the glasses he bought with the first salary he got for the first time in his life!

A pair of glasses from the Federation!

Although it was second-hand, it made his world clear from now on.

This is also the key to open the door to the world for him, allowing him to learn more about things related to this world from newspapers, magazines, and books.

It is the key to freedom...

In the end, he was not able to put the glasses back on and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Not long after his death, a thick military leather boot crushed it.

But he doesn't have to worry too much, because he and it will eventually be buried together!
The gunshots in the city are gradually disappearing, which also means that thousands of thugs are dying.

At 35:[-], the Press Office of the Federal Presidential Palace released the latest news to the outside world.

After hard work, they wiped out all the enemies who invaded the city and took the city hall back into their hands.

The main culprit of the unrest in the city, a middle school teacher...has been shot dead.

Even the presidential palace released a photo of his last moment!

He was lying on the ground, blood spilled from his mouth and nose, his eyes lost focus, and time froze at this moment!
The federal industrial index immediately rose by more than one percent. The capitalists heaved a sigh of relief, and the president also heaved a sigh of relief.

Two days later, federal troops arrived in Nagalil and began clearing the rioting mob from the eastern metropolis.

The number of thugs killed every day is increasing, and the Federal Industrial Index seems to have tasted the beauty of blood and began to rise continuously.

The capitalists began to sing and dance again, and various banquets and parties became the main theme again.

The beautiful and demure Federation has returned to its previous state, and news about the Nagalil parade and riots are gradually being removed from the headlines.

But in Nagalil, a trial of unprecedented scale is underway!
(End of this chapter)