blackstone code

Chapter 489 Minions, general direction and passing

People don't die immediately after being shot.

From birth to death, there is a process. The biologists of Gefla once conducted an experiment, they promised death row prisoners some benefits, and let the death row prisoners accept their research.

The most famous is the beheading experiment.

Generally speaking, the head of the beheaded prisoner will roll a few times after beheading. If this is a myth or legend, there may be a black dog running away with the head in its mouth.

But this is the story of research. People fixed the heads of the condemned prisoners on a bracket, and then the blade quickly cut off the connection between their heads and their bodies. At this time, the scientists would ask questions, and the condemned prisoners would follow the questions raised by the scientists. , Use all methods to answer, for example, use your eyes to look at the different choices on the left and right sides.

The purpose of this experiment is to prove that even if the head is cut off, people will not die immediately. It sounds boring and cruel, but it does provide a lot of necessary content for the field of biology.

In the end, after the decapitation of most of the condemned prisoners, they still retain their thinking ability for a period of time. They can answer two to three questions, and then with the blood loss and emptying of the brain, they really enter the state of death.

So after Mishehaye was shot, he didn't die immediately. He fell to the ground clutching his chest, looked at the chief of police with a painful expression, and looked at the guy who once begged for mercy in front of him.

There were also some gunshots from elsewhere in the basement, as well as a female scream, but it all fell silent within a dozen seconds.

"Your Excellency Governor knows that you have made things difficult for Mr. Lynch. For the friendship between Nagalil and the Federation, and for the friendship between His Excellency the Governor and Mr. Lynch, he asked me to convey his apology to you."

The chief of the police station pulled the hem of his clothes and struggled hard to make the clothes fit better. He adjusted his armed belt to make himself look energetic all the time.

Every time Mishehaye took a breath, he could feel his breathing getting weaker and weaker. He said in a very reluctant voice, "But that's... what Drago's son asked me to do, not my idea."

"But Mr. Lynch doesn't know!" The police chief raised his gun and pointed at him, "Is there anything else that I need to pass on for you? If not, I will send you back to the embrace of God right now."

Mishehaye also never thought about being able to survive. He could feel the blood pouring into one of his lung lobes, and now he could only rely on the other one for breathing. With such a terrible amount of bleeding, it was impossible to survive in an environment with backward medical facilities and technology. Nagalil, he simply couldn't survive.

He gave some schadenfreude smile, maybe it was schadenfreude, he looked at the chief of police, "Now it's me, next is you!"

The police chief was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullets pierced Mayor Michehaye's once arrogant face one after another, smashing that face until the sound of the firing pin firing in mid-air could be heard. Only then did the chief of police realize that he had emptied a round of ammunition.

His expression was a little sluggish, and he put away his pistol after a while. He looked at Mishehaye, who could no longer recognize his identity, and shook his head, "I'm not you, you are worth being used, and I'm just a dog .”

As he said that, with an expression of regret or luck on his face, he went out from here.

The smell of blood has already permeated, and the people in the basement are all dead.

Seeing those subordinates with guns in their hands, the police chief straightened his armed belt again, "I checked, and the mayor Mishehaye has been attacked and killed by gangsters. The most serious case I have ever encountered, I swear to the gods here, I must catch those murderers!"

Those policemen who still had some blood stains on their faces, bulging pockets, and the residual heat from their guns straightened their backs excitedly, loudly echoing the oath of the police chief, and must solve the case as soon as possible.

The sunlight coming in from the basement shone on their wide-brimmed hats, and the police badges shone extremely brightly at this moment.

The news of Michelhaye's death in the attack was not disclosed immediately, and even Drago and Lynch did not start to rectify the disturbance outside, they were still waiting.

In fact, both Drago and Lynch are very clear that they promote the local lower class to fight against the middle and upper class, and the ruling class is actually for a complete reshuffle.

The federal people are coming. This is not a description of new things happening around when they say hello to each other. It is a real phenomenon.

The federal people came with a strong posture that most people in Nagalil could not understand. The first step after these people came was to shuffle the cards. Those middle and upper classes who already had many resources, if they were not prepared , they will be washed away, as they are now.

The city outside is in flames, and the riots have begun to spread to other places. The bottom of the society who did not get any benefits here began to look for opportunities in other cities. It is possible that the turmoil caused by the riots will spread to the entire Nagalil.

This may also be what some people want. When they didn't know how to do it, Lynch lit the fire.

After returning to the room, Lynch took off his clothes with the help of the maid and entered the bathroom.

I have to say that Drago still enjoys it very much. Of course, this is also related to the local traditional culture.

The [-]-[-] square meter bath is filled with hot water with a faint sulfur smell. This is hot spring water brought up from the ground. The comfortable design allows Lynch to have a groove where he can lie down but will not sink. He was lying in it, blowing the cool wind, and the tropical jungle at night was not far away. Except for some annoying mosquitoes that occasionally flew by, it was already perfect at this time.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the heat and comfort brought by the boiling hot water flowing on the surface of his body, which made him feel so comfortable that he wanted to squint for a while.

He is thinking about the situation here, breaking the inherent local ruling structure and ruling class is the plan he and the joint development company decided before coming.

If we don't destroy the ruling class that didn't join the joint development company in the past, they are likely to waste a lot of time and energy fighting around local factions in the future.

So the best thing to do now is to detonate the conflict as soon as it comes up, and then force the locals to stand in line.

Those who are willing to cooperate will be given the status of federal people. This is actually very important. As long as they become federal people, there is no need to consider that they will abandon the cooperative relationship with the joint development company for various reasons.

You know, when I know that their rulers have also abandoned them, abandoned their beliefs and gods, their rule will also end.

The rest is to eradicate those who are on the opposite side of them. Maybe these people don't know anything from the beginning, they don't know that they have already passively stood in line, they don't know that they don't even have a chance to choose, they don't know a lot .

But this is not important, what is important is the space, the new space released, a new group of Nagalilians will replace these people, and with the help of the Federals, they will become a new privileged class and even the ruling class, and the Federals will... …

hiss……

Lynch's muscles tensed suddenly, but soon relaxed again.

He didn't open his eyes. He was thinking about the next work just now, so he didn't notice that a second person came in the bath.

Because the water waves caused by the flicking of the body caused ripples on the calm water surface of the entire bath, the maids standing outside the bath blushed and watched what happened here, a little shy, but also a little curious.

Lynch's breathing was a little heavy, and after a while, the water waves gradually calmed down.

"How much did Little Fox pay you?" Lynch said, his voice a little hoarse, "Is there any water?"

Soon, the maid came to him with a tray containing wine, fruit wine, fruit juice and scented tea.

He hesitated for a while, and chose scented tea. Alcohol is not a good thing. Although many people like him, he has seen people who are alcoholic.

Many people think that alcoholism is nothing more than trembling hands, but it is not. It is just a side effect. In the end, alcohol will kill people. It destroys brain cells in large quantities!
The juice is too sweet, and young people may like it, but Lynch, as an "old man", prefers a milder taste.

A somewhat tired Penny lay beside him, her rosy face seemed to leave the sunset glow on her cheeks, she panted slightly, her breathing was a little heavy, "For 3 yuan, the brokerage company will take two-thirds of it, The rest is mine."

Lynch's voice recovered, and he looked at the girl with some surprise, "They care about you very much, and they can give you so much, I thought it would be a little less."

From an ordinary person without any experience in the entertainment industry to cultivating into a star, the brokerage company needs to pay a lot of money.

Time, money, and personal connections, not everyone can be successful, and all of them can make the agency pay back, so at the beginning, a large part of the artist's income will be taken away by the agency.

Until the artists started to become popular, they kept modifying the share, and finally only got [-]% to [-]%. With Penny's current influence, she should not get as much as one-third.

Penny curled her lips, she turned around and took a tropical fruit from the fruit basket beside the bathtub, took a bite, and the juice splashed, "Because they thought I could become a big star, they gave me a contract at the beginning. Just a little bit higher than the others."

As she spoke, she leaned over again, tilted her head, and looked at Lynch's handsome face lying in the water, a little lost in thought.

But soon she came back to her senses, bit her lip and asked, "How about this time, I didn't screw up, did I?"

Lynch thought for a while, then commented, "Honestly speaking, I was a little unskilled at first, but it's okay later on. I can give you a passing grade."

"what?"

"Only passing grades?"

"I think I did a good job this time!"

(End of this chapter)