blackstone code

Chapter 443-Awakening
"Snapped!"

A whip dipped in salt water hit a troublemaker. He struggled in pain and twisted his body, but it didn't make any sense at all.

The whips in the police station are much stronger than those outside. These whips are specially prepared to deal with some "disobedient" people.

These whips are made from dozens of ox neck strips.

After tanning, the cow neck leather will be very hard and more resilient. These leather strips are about two to three millimeters wide, leaving right-angled edges, and then tightly woven together.

Usually need to maintain a certain humidity, not too dry, easy to crack when dry, but not too wet, too wet will become soft.

There are people in the police station who look after these whips, and of course it's worth it.

When a whip is whipped on a person's body, a "#"-shaped mark will be formed at the place where the whip fell. At first, it will swell up, and the entire wound area will swell up.

Then the skin with obvious scar marks will split open in the process of swelling and ooze blood, but the bleeding is not high.

These whips are dipped in concentrated salt water before use. At this time, the cracked skin begins to absorb the surrounding concentrated salt water, and the wound will be further torn apart. At the same time, the concentrated salt water will be poured in, causing more severe pain.

What's more interesting is that the wounds made by this kind of whip are not big, and it is soft, so it will not directly cause compressive or mechanical damage to organs, and the salt water can also help to disinfect.

Even if you use this kind of whip for a whole day, you can't kill anyone.

It only takes two or three days, and with a little treatment, the victim can recover almost and accept the punishment again.

For ordinary minor problems, ten lashes are almost enough, but today the guy in the interrogation room has been whipped for more than half an hour.

The chief of the police station was shirtless, and his thick chest hair exuded a disgusting stench. He swung his whip vigorously and slammed it down.

"Snapped!"

He didn't ask questions, he didn't ask who sent him to Lynch's recruitment site to make trouble, and he didn't ask who the others were, and if there were any accomplices.

Judging from the decades of experience of the chief of the police station fighting with these mud dogs, the more you ask them before they collapse, the more it will help them resist. It is better not to ask anything, just keep beating them until they are beaten. Tell yourself.

It works better than anything, and that's the experience of police chiefs.

Every time the whip was whipped, the young man who was hung up would scream. He was like those fish waiting to be dissected by the sea, the fish out of the water.

No matter how hard they struggle when they are hung up, a few adults may not be able to control them, but as long as the time is up, they will die automatically, just like this young man.

There was another whip, and there was a "snap". The police chief's eyes were gloomy, and the muscles on his face were stiff. He glanced resentfully at the young man who was hanging, and turned around to soak the whip in salt water.

Beating people is also a physical task. Don't think that beating people is easy. People who have this kind of thinking have basically never fought or beaten people.

In fact, it takes a lot of energy to hit someone. A normal adult who can persist for more than 3 minutes in a fierce confrontation can be said to be a very durable person.

Many people can't even last 3 minutes.

The chief of the police station was a little tired from the whipping at this time. He took a sip of water from the cup, panted for a while, then silently picked up the whip and whipped it up hard.

Every time the first whip is soaked in salt water, it will be extremely heavy. The water increases the strength of the whip, and the young man screams again. His scream is not as loud as it was at the beginning. With a hint of crying.

The chief of police knew that he was about to break down.

……

A few minutes later, the police chief appeared outside the chief's office fully dressed. He tugged at the hem of his police uniform and pulled it vigorously to ensure that there was no wrinkle in his clothes. Knocked on the door.

After saying "Come in" from inside, he cautiously opened the door. With a flattering smile on his face, he first glanced at Lynch who was sitting on the side, nodded in greeting, and finally looked at Della next to him. Governor of Georgia.

"Tell me, Governor..." He paused, "Mr. Lynch."

At this time, he was not at all reminiscent of the brutal appearance in the interrogation room just now, but it has to be said that he is still very capable.

"Sometimes ago someone contacted some local young people and said it was..." The police chief glanced at Lynch. Although his movements were not large, they were still very obvious.

Governor Drago saw Tian’s action, but did not speak. The police chief immediately understood what the governor meant, and he didn’t hide anything. The plunder from foreigners can only rely on the Nagalilians themselves, and they have formed an organization called the 'Nagalier Youth Party', which only recruits young people."

There was no change on Governor Drago's face, and neither did Lynch.

It is normal for social consciousness to trigger some kind of stress response when encountering external forces forcibly inserting it, but the stress response of these people is a little bit more intense than other possible milder ways, and its nature is also a little bit special.

"I don't care about these things, I just want to know who ordered them." Drago just sat there and put a lot of pressure on the chief of the police department.

The latter nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the young man said that no one ordered them, it was just their own initiative."

"The Nagalil Al-Shabab above them gave them some promotional materials, with some slogans and things like teachings on them, and they themselves decided to make trouble at Mr. Lynch's recruitment fair..."

The chief of the police department also thought this incident was very special, something like this had never happened before in this country.

After its power was dismembered, it was handed over to the provincial governors and high priests of each province, let alone parties, and even some social groups with social influence did not exist.

Suddenly a youth party popped up, which is really surprising.

"...They claim that all this is for the complete awakening of Nagalil, and all young people should stand together, otherwise this place will become a paradise for foreigners."

There are also some words that the chief of the police department did not say, because those words are not suitable to say here.

It cannot be said that some ideas of that young man, or al-Shabab in Nagalil, are completely wrong.

The Preton Firm's control over the entire social economy has actually pushed this society to the brink of loss of control. If power is held by a small group of people in society, other people can more or less control something that meets their needs in life. wealth, then this kind of life can continue to live.

But it doesn't work now, all the money is in the hands of foreign businessmen and those in power in their own country, they have divided up the natural dividends of society, leaving nothing for ordinary people.

In fact, as long as you go deeper to some remote places, you can feel the despair of this society, the poor in the slums outside the city, the poor homeless people in the streets and alleys.

All of this is already declaring that something has to change, whether it is the ruling class of society, or the entire structure of society.

The emergence of the Youth Party is a kind of awakening, a kind of young people who come from the bottom of society and grow up in the new era, full of anger, are the awakening of these people.

The targets of their accusations are only two kinds of people, one is powerful people, such as the Governor-General, and the other is rich people, such as Mr. Lynch.

So the chief of the police department would not say these words, and he would only be making fun of himself if he said them.

After the chief of the police station had finished what he had to say, he lowered his head and said nothing more.

Governor Drago glanced at Lynch, as if asking for his opinion.

Lynch just frowned, "Since no one ordered it, let's do it first, but I think it's best to suppress this sign. These are just a group of ambitious people who may have some mouse thoughts."

"Alright, keep an eye on these people." Drago stood up and left the police station with Lynch.

While sitting in the car, Governor Drago seemed to be talking to himself, and said softly as if asking Lynch, "This has never happened before..."

He was referring to the fact that people were united. In the past, power and religion controlled people well. People believed in those religions, and even if they were treated unfairly, they would not stand up.

Now a Nagalil al-Shabaab popped up suddenly, which made Drago feel caught off guard, as if everything was gradually getting out of control.

Lynch sat next to him, looked out the window at the people who were driven to the side of the road by the police, looked at the complex expressions on their faces, and shook his head slightly.

"Have you ever played sandcastle, Mr. Drago?"

Mr. Drago is Lynch's new name for Governor Drago. On the one hand, they are "partners". Several governors of Nagalil have joined the joint development company, and some are in the process of joining .

Secondly, he is a federal citizen and Lynch's private partner, so Lynch calls him "Mr.", which is more in line with civilized society.

Governor Drago nodded, "If you mean the kind of sand castle on the beach, yes, I have played it, what's the matter?"

Building sand castles on the beach is one of the favorite games of many people who lived by the sea when they were young. The wet sand has amazing plasticity. Many people like to use it to do something, although many of them are nothing.

"I played it too, and for a while I was even obsessed with it...", he said with a smile, as if lamenting the simple joys of childhood, "I've been doing it not beautifully, not like some adults do So beautiful."

"I thought that when I grew up, I could make a beautiful sand castle like them, but when I grew up, I realized that I still couldn't do it."

(End of this chapter)