blackstone code

Chapter 484 Out of Control in the Plan
"Kill these foreigners!"

The crowd shouted louder and louder. At the beginning, people were still a little confused. The Nagalilians have no tradition of resistance, and their religion has always told them that patience is better than seeking revenge for them to have a better chance of having a good pregnancy.

The vast majority of people do not have the potential and ideas to "take the lead". In fact, most of the people who came around came to watch the excitement, and to see if there was any opportunity to take advantage of it, just like they attacked Lynch before. Workers' quarters, or not so long ago stormed into the rich man's house to loot.

They are very vicious towards their fellow citizens, like petty theft and stuff like that, once these people get caught it's basically hard to see the police while they're alive.

But for foreigners, they don't have the courage to "kill them", because these foreigners have played the role of the third ruling class for a long time in the past, and their social and political status is far higher to ordinary people.

Ordinary people may dare to follow the crowd to gain some benefits, but no one would dare to come forward and shout "kill them", which is of a different nature and too dangerous.

In Nagalil, the gods will forgive the crimes of the rich, but never spare a poor person.

But at this moment, someone yelled out and seemed to be planning to do so.

A young Nagalilian climbed up the wall of a rich man's house. His face was full of anger. He waved his fist and shouted with all his strength, "Rush in, kill these foreigners, and take back what belongs to you." Everything about us!"

Although he was quickly knocked down by the random stick, the second person appeared, the third person, and there was something that had never appeared on people's faces.

"It's not our people." The leader of the Mengwu province of the Youth Party who had rushed over had a serious expression on his face. He squatted halfway on the crown of a tree more than 20 meters away.

The view here is good, and you can clearly see most of the rich man's house, as well as those compatriots who are gathering more and more.

Beside him sat some cadres of al-Shabab, and there were some of them under the tree.

Ever since they heard that a foreigner tortured and killed a domestic maid, they actively followed up on the matter and rushed to the scene immediately.

But what I didn't expect was that there were people faster than them, those who were taking the lead in attacking the rich mansions.

They hadn't been able to find these people from the crowd before, but now, they have been exposed.

It is precisely because these people are not members of the Youth Party that the young people who are not tall feel that things are a little troublesome.

He is well aware of the virtues of the natives of Nagalil, that is, his compatriots. They will never and dare not do such a thing, let alone they ransacked another rich man's house before—they His hands are empty, as the first people to rush into the house, they should get more things than others.

If they have something, they shouldn't continue to make trouble, but go back home quickly, fix the things, and after the turmoil is over, sell them on the nearby black market to those merchants who collect stolen goods to make a fortune.

This is almost an unspoken tradition, rule, and everyone is doing it. As for being caught, you can only say that you are unlucky, and if you are not caught, you will make a fortune.

But these people didn’t, their hands were empty, they didn’t take anything, the anger on their faces was too exaggerated, and their actions were...too purposeful, they weren’t members of the Al-Shabaab, there was something wrong, there must be something wrong!
The other young man sitting next to him didn't feel anything, and there was an excited smile on his face, "It doesn't matter if they are our people or not, I admire their courage and determination, we should include them In the organization!"

He said that he was still a little ready to move, "This kind of thing can't just let others show off, we should also rush forward. This is a good opportunity for people to understand us!"

The popularity of Al-Shabab in Nagalil is not very high, and the young people who are not tall think that it is not the best time yet, and it is better not to be too arrogant until they get some "real things" in their hands.

This will attract the attention of local officials, religion and the third ruling class, and they also destroyed two temples, and now some guardians are chasing them.

So he didn't agree immediately, but was thinking and weighing. In the process, he saw those people climbed over the courtyard wall and opened the gate from the inside. People rushed into the courtyard like a tide led by several people. Here, the thugs who were responsible for driving people away were also dispersed and overwhelmed by the crowd.

The companion next to him jumped off the tree directly, and looked up at him with grinning teeth after landing, "Let's go too, it's time to let people know about us!"

The short leading young man still hesitated. He watched those people rush into the house, and heard the voice of his companion "If you don't go, it will be too late". He gritted his teeth and jumped off the tree.

In fact, not only his cadre, but other people are also looking at him excitedly, with a desire to do great things, but they don't know that the Youth Party is not strong enough now, and rashly carry some things that don't belong to them. Responsibility will hurt them very much.

Looking at these companions, the young man changed his words slightly, "Our battlefield is not here, remember what I told you before, what we want is their property, their wealth, not killing them to vent our anger! "

"It's easy to kill them, but their property will be confiscated by the government. You should be very clear about our...the virtues of those people. I ask you to split up and go to other places immediately, and help those people make decisions before the situation escalates further. !"

He looked at everyone around him, "I have a hunch that this matter will become a big mess, maybe you are right, then let's start!"

Some major trends are irresistible. In fact, he is also very confused now. He can feel that a trend is advancing rapidly, and he can even feel that some people are "helping" them, but this feeling is not very good.

As for what is bad, he doesn't know. The only thing that can be done now is to speed up the plan. Their original plan was to let those foreign businessmen who were about to flee die on the way out of Nagalil, so that their children, or they Local families in Nagalil can inherit their wealth.

This includes all things that can be inherited, such as cash and assets. The wealth of these rich people must also be inherited in order to better return to people's hands.

Otherwise, the government will find all kinds of reasons to confiscate the property, and then drive out the people who live in it, which they often do.

This should not be too long, but it will not happen now. Some arrangements are needed, but it is too late.

More and more people are pouring in from all directions, some people have already started rushing to the next yard, and the police who showed up in time every time have not shown up until now, all this indicates that a storm is forming!
At the same time, Mr. Simon, who has almost packed up and is just waiting for someone to take over his property, and then he can leave immediately, also learned the news from some channels.

He immediately asked the housekeeper to close all the doors, and then he took the shotgun and sat in the study with the fewest windows.

He was a little nervous. A friend of his panicked and talked to him just now, saying that the locals are crazy. They are madly attacking his house. The noisy environment made it hard for him to hear what the other party said. , Immediately after a dull sound like the sound of a broken bone, everything returned to calm.

But soon, a lingua franca with a local accent rang on the phone—"You're next, sir!"

Mr. Simon was terrified. After the phone call ended, he ran to the edge of the yard and looked out. There were already some locals on the street who did not belong here.

It must be said here that foreigners have their own neighborhoods and communities. The foreigner neighborhoods and communities in every city of Nagalil are very bustling and lively places, but there are not many Nagalilians in these places.

Because of the high consumption here, ordinary Nagalilians are not qualified to appear here, and the police will also help the rich stop those who may come in to beg or steal, and keep them out of the community.

When simply looking at the environment in the community, sometimes people don't think that this is Nagalil, and they feel that this is their own country.

Everything is so beautiful, quiet, there is no smell, and there are no ragged Nagalilians in sight.

But now, there are out there, and there seem to be more and more of them.

Mr. Simon cursed the police who were supposed to be beating the locals away with sticks for not doing their job, and gave up the idea of ​​leaving immediately.

He doesn't have the courage to hurt others before they hurt him. He is still a law-abiding person, so he doubts that he will be stopped if he drives. Now hiding at home has become the best choice.

He picked up his hunting shotgun, sat in the study, and checked everything in the shotgun, including the bullets, in a strange way.

Any movement in his ears can make him a little panicked.

He tilted his head and looked out the window. There seemed to be some uneasy sounds outside. He picked up the phone and wanted to dial the number of the police station again, but this time, he didn't even receive a busy tone from the receiver, and there was no sound at all.

The phone line was cut?
He was a little frightened and became more nervous. He called the butler's name loudly, and after a while, the door of the study opened.

"master……"

"I'm a little thirsty. Also, send someone to check why our phone line is broken. Also, are there many people on the road outside?" He wiped the sweat from his temples, "I think it's a bit noisy, it wasn't before Such."

(End of this chapter)