blackstone code

Chapter 455

The young man lying on the ground hugged his thigh and howled miserably. One of the three bullets went off, and the remaining two hit his thigh, causing a penetrating injury.

This is mainly because young people don't have much body fat, and their muscle fibers are not strong enough. Bullets can easily tear through a thin layer of flesh and come out from the other side.

"Lucky guy!" Lynch lowered his gun, "Your god is watching you and has given you good luck. I forgive you."

The bullet missed the bone. If it did, the bullet would get stuck in the bone instead of falling out after being shot through. This kind of flesh injury looks scary, of course it is true, but it is not troublesome.

As long as the wound is treated well, it won't take long for him to heal.

The young man struggled for a while before the screams subsided gradually. His head was covered with beads of sweat, and he forced himself to stand up.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lynch..." Another series of compliments, the young man may think that Lynch deliberately missed his leg bone, so Lynch is tolerant and merciful, and he did not ask for certain About to break his leg.

But how did he and others know that this was purely because of Lynch's poor marksmanship, but this also brought a positive side to this matter.

People who believe in religion, gods, and destiny always think that every step of life is determined by a certain will. For example, Lynch did not hit the young man's leg bone. His tolerance and kindness played a role. At the same time fate also played a role.

This also made other young people begin to accept the result. They lined up to accept the shooting. Even if someone was unlucky and the bullet hit the bone, they would be helped up by people and praised Lynch for his kindness and tolerance.

Even at the end, Lynch also took out a sum of money and asked them to go to a doctor to heal their leg injuries. This series of actions made people respect and fear Lynch for a while.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Lynch spoke again.

"I know that some people have taken something that belongs to me from here, just like what we have experienced just now, I am a reasonable person..." He stood in the center of the camp and looked at the surrounding crowd The calm demeanor of those people is heartbreaking.

"You took my things and ruined my place, I will give you a chance to let you see my tolerance."

"Bring back what was taken from me, and I will give up pursuing your other responsibilities, but if someone doesn't do that..." He looked at the police chief beside him, "You will catch them, right? ?”

Lynch is not a local official, nor is he a local ruling class, he is just a foreign businessman, but at this moment, he does so so that people will not feel that he is doing something wrong.

The police chief nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I can definitely catch those people!"

"Very well, I'll leave it to you. I'm going to take my father to treat his wound." Lynch said and looked at the young man who stood at a loss, "I'll give you three days to enjoy My new marriage, I will see you on the construction site in three days, do you understand?"

When Lynch took Nell into the car, Nell's blood had stopped bleeding for a long time, and he started to pick the dried blood clots on the skin with his hands, "I thought you would treat these people more cruelly."

"Why do you think so, we are civilized people?" Lynch returned the pistol to the sergeant strangely, and praised his weapon by the way, "Your pistol is great, you can shoot a lot without changing the magazine. bullets."

The sergeant grinned, but didn't answer the question.

Limited modifications to your own firearms are allowed in the military, such as increasing the capacity of the drum and magazines are the most common.

Some people will deliberately increase the magazine capacity of the pistol, because during this period, once the war progresses to the point where the pistol is needed, basically there will be no chance to change the magazine.

Although the federal soldiers who did not participate in any war during the World War did not go to the front line, they were well prepared. The sergeant changed his pistol magazine, and it is said that a soldier invented a large Playing the drum has also obtained a patent, and is currently working in a military industrial group to do development work.

Minor mods are normal, it's nothing special.

After returning the gun to the sergeant, Lynch turned his head and looked at Nell, "Killing them is actually useless, except to make the locals hate you even more, and may make you meet anytime, anywhere. You get nothing but the danger of your life."

He made it very clear that killing these people under the current situation is actually a matter of... tens of dollars, and these dozens of dollars are just bullet money.

He didn't even need to pay even a penny more for follow-up work for those who were ordered to be killed by him, and the governor and these people would help him deal with this storm.

Things can be done, but the words are still the same, it is not necessary.

Nell also sighed, "Then let them go like this?" He gritted his teeth and grunted, "They broke our gate, our house, took away our things, and took my The head is broken, just let them go like this?"

Lynch looked Nell up and down, and saw that the latter was a little uncomfortable, "Look, you didn't do anything when I made you vent your anger just now, but now you feel uncomfortable..."

He laughed as he said, and when the laughter gradually stopped, there was more playfulness on his face, "Don't worry, Nell, this matter will not be so simple, it will be over, I am a fair person, remember Well, I will give them a fair result..."

Lynch shook his head, "Anyway, as long as you know."

"Can you tell me?" Nell sat down to Lynch, "I'm the only one who knows?"

Lynch never said anything, and still squinted at him, his face was shocked, "Don't you believe me?"

……

After all, Lynch's actions were not in vain. After seeing these foreigners shooting those compatriots with their own eyes, some people couldn't bear the fear in their hearts after all.

In their eyes, the extremely powerful police chief is like a castrated rabbit, standing beside Lynch with his legs clamped. Once the police chief becomes serious, those who stole things will not be able to escape Lose.

This is also a problem in a closed society, and people cannot get out.Can't get in.

Compared with adults, they have better psychological endurance. Some young people who have some understanding of the world and half-understand it are more likely to feel fear in their hearts.

They know the cruelty of some societies, but not completely, and they also have a half-knowledge of the rules of society and its operating mechanism. This kind of perception that they don't understand makes them feel fear instinctively.

Not long after Lynch left, a teenager who looked only seventeen or nineteen years old walked into the camp with a torn bag containing bottles and cans.

He put the things in a random place - he didn't even lose them, but put them down gently, then turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, someone stopped him.

"Sir?" The young man turned around and looked timidly at a bald foreigner in his forties, with fear hidden in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't steal things here."

"It doesn't matter, your honesty has saved you. Mr. Lynch knows that someone will take the first step bravely. You are an amazing person, so you got a chance."

"He asked me to ask you a question, would you like to work for him?"

The young man froze for a few seconds, then nodded frantically, "Yes sir, yes sir, I thought Mr. Lynch was in service, what does he need to do for him?"

"I can do anything!" He puffed out his thin chest, "I can run fast, and many people can't catch up with me."

He boasted of his own merits, and the deputy manager's eyes inadvertently swept over the bag stolen by the boy in front of him, "A job may be some physical work, or it may be to work abroad."

"Mr. Lynch has his own business... all over the world. We need some reliable and honest people. You are very suitable for this characteristic..."

When the young man walked out of the camp in a daze, he never expected that fate would play such a big joke on him!

He just sent back the things he stole, and Master Lynch was going to give him a job, maybe even a job abroad!

Everyone knows how good the benefits of these foreigners are. Aser has announced the recruitment policy a few days ago. The salary of nearly two hundred Galils (one fifty federal sols) per day makes many people very happy. Excitement!

And they also promised a free lunch and distribution of labor protection supplies. These conditions are so attractive!
Everyone wants to be an employee of Mr. Lynch, wearing decent work clothes to go in and out of the clean and tidy factory gate, but the opportunity may not fall on everyone who needs it.

He went to the audition, but failed. The recruiter said he was too thin and did not meet the requirements.

I didn't expect the hope that had been lost to get a turnaround here!
Not long after he walked out, some people of the same age and some adults also surrounded him and asked him what he had talked with the deputy manager when he was inside.

They were watching outside, just wanting to see what Lynch would do. They were eager to know what the boy and the people inside said.

The young man was very honest. He told others what he knew, including the other party's promise. Because he obeyed "Master Lynch's rules", he was affirmed by Master Lynch.

He will become Master Lynch's employee!
This immediately ignited people's enthusiasm for returning the "stolen goods". No matter how valuable the scraps are, it is not as real as a job in a foreign-funded enterprise!
The second person appeared. He carried a gramophone into the camp, and soon he came out with a look of surprise on his face. Watching the others laugh, the meaning was self-evident.

In less than a day, not only were all the things lost in the camp found, but there were also a lot of bits and pieces...

(End of this chapter)