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Chapter 490 The Hunter Appears

In the end, Lynch gave up his idea of ​​making up the money for the girl. 3 yuan is not a lot of money. After the brokerage company knows about it, it will only feel that the donation is too little, not too much. .

To be able to catch Lynch's line, as long as Lynch can support them even once, 30 is not too little.

The turmoil continued, and on the third day after the turmoil began, the entire province was in chaos.

On the fifth day of the turmoil, some cities in other provinces also began to experience turmoil. At the end of October, the entire Nagalil was basically in chaos except for the royal capital.

The turmoil came quickly, with traces of artificial promotion, and at the same time exposed a brand-new organization that people had never thought of before, the Nagalil Al-Shabaab.

Almost every city and every province has the Nagalil Al-Shabaab, and they have led some "reforms".

During this huge turmoil, the Al-Shabaab put forward a slogan that gained wide support, that is, "be responsible for yourself and make decisions for yourself".

This slogan is not as loud, gimmicky, and nice as some other slogans, but it is more provocative, and many people, especially young people, were moved by these people and their slogans to join Nagalil youth party.

As a result, this slogan soon evolved into a second and further content, "responsible for one's own future, to be the master of one's own destiny". For a time, the Youth Party developed and grew at an unimaginable speed amidst the turmoil. .

"We want to contain this unrest."

At the end of October, on October 22, nearly two weeks had passed since Lynch's birthday, and the whole of Nagalil was in a weird state of disorder.

Governments everywhere don't seem to take this chaos to heart, they just tell the people in the newspapers that everything will be fine, but they don't take any substantive further steps.

More rich people are disappearing fast, foreigners, locals, including some slightly rich families have become the targets of people's attacks.

After a short period of carnival-like action, the Al-Shabab headquarters in Nagalil, which had initially established itself, sent a message to all provincial branches that the turmoil must be quelled as soon as possible!

A chaotic Nagalil is of no benefit to the poor or the rich. Chaos can only bring destruction, not a positive side.

After the news reached the Mongolian-Ukrainian Province, the leaders of the Youth Party of the Mengwu Province, who were not tall and looked very upright, held the meeting.

Now they are no longer a small organization that has little strength and needs to hide themselves in the dense forest outside the city. They have grown into a force that cannot be ignored.

At this time, they were sitting in Mr. Simon's former house, a luxurious house, which they could not have imagined in the past.

You must know that just half a month ago, they were not even allowed to get close to these houses, let alone use their mud-covered shoes or step on the grass with bare feet to enter the room.

Now, they are sitting on soft sofas drinking drinks that only gentlemen can enjoy, smoking cigarettes imported from abroad and Clover from the Federation, life is really full of surprises everywhere!
The short young man poked the coffee table with his fingers and made an "aggressive" sound, which also made the others distracted, and he reiterated his request, "We must end the turmoil as soon as possible! "

Mr. Simon's child... He now has a name, Garton, which is the name given to the boy by Mr. Simon according to the custom of the place where he was born.

After he watched the "gangster" shoot his father, he once wanted to change the name, because he felt that it was a kind of feeling for him to keep this name on him... He couldn't describe that feeling.

There is fear, there is humiliation, there is hatred and there is nostalgia for the past and longing for what was there.

But he gave up again. He wanted to prove to Mr. Simon, who had returned to the embrace of the gods, that his excellence would never be comparable to that of his brother, whom he had never met. He would prove that he was the best son of Mr. Simon. , so he retained this foreign name, Garton, or Gordon.

When the locals read the name "Gordon" in the common language with a local accent, the pronunciation is more inclined to "Gardon", so it is okay to say Garton, and it is also okay to say Gordon. This is already a combination of two cultures. A new name was born.

Garton sat next to the short young man. In less than two weeks, he quickly matured.

His temperament has also undergone a great change, unlike in the past, although a little sad and pessimistic, he is still a youthful, lively, and sunny young man.

At this time, he looked a little gloomy, a little difficult to touch, and his slightly sunken eye sockets gave him a gloomy feeling, and it was a bit creepy to be stared at by him for a long time.

He rarely speaks in this kind of meeting. Today, he seems to have some doubts, "We can take the opportunity to get more substantial benefits, why should we end it so early?"

During this period of time, the local Youth Party has "helped" eight merchant families with foreign backgrounds and protected their heirs from harm. Although their fathers all suffered accidents, this is a blessing in misfortune.

They can do a little more, stealing the assets of those who don't cooperate, which is much easier than competing in the future.

And the stronger the foundation is laid now, the better the chances of winning when competing with the Federation in the future.

It's ridiculous to say that in this turmoil, the federal people have almost nothing to lose!
These people from the Youth Party also led some people to attack the Federals' stations in the docks or warehouse areas, but it is a pity that they received strong resistance, and the Federals shot them without hesitation. , campaigners dubbed "mob" by the media.

They left at least a dozen or as many as dozens or hundreds of corpses in each place and left helplessly. This also caused the federal people to have no substantial damage except for consuming some bullets. .

This movement, which should not have erupted, ended up cleaning up Nagalil's internal relations and a small number of foreign businessmen from the Preton period. It did not hinder the real federalists who planned to invade here in a more moderate way. .

If you want to fight against these powerful federal people, at present, you can only follow the rules and defeat them commercially.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Garton has more or less experience in this aspect. As a child who always wants to prove himself, he is much smarter than Mr. Simon imagined.

This is Garton's idea to use the youth party to strengthen himself.

The short young man was silent for a moment, but still shook his head, "We continue to make trouble now, and we are only targeting our own people. Our enemy is not ourselves, but those foreigners."

"Destruction cannot make our nation and country prosperous and strong. We must be vigilant against these federal people, but we must also use their strength to develop ourselves."

"Originally, we didn't think about this unrest, so now it should be over."

In fact, there are deeper reasons for this. The real top ruling class has not taken action yet, and the various clans are firmly entrenched on their own territory like old dogs, and will not shake the status of these people. It doesn't matter.

Now they are just waiting and watching. If the turmoil cannot be quelled now, once they start to end, the growing scale and momentum of the Youth Party will become their troubles next.

Before they are targeted and hostile by the top ruling class, they must show them that they are harmless. They will channel the relationship between the people and the rulers, and will quell the turmoil. Even if someone is responsible for it, they should not It's them.

No one else objected, and the short young man continued to talk about his thoughts, "Now our side is not so chaotic, let them go home first, and then..." He turned to look at Garton, And the other half-breeds on the left, "...I need your help."

Garton nodded, "You said..." He occupied a very high position among this group of mixed-race children. Only his father was shot and killed by himself, and the fathers of the others were all young men. The party people did it with the mob.

They just knew about it or just watched it. Compared with Garton's actions, they were naturally a head shorter.

"I need you to post recruitment posters outside, and it must be marked that there are no bad deeds, so that people can go back home faster. No matter how many people you hire, the momentum must be big!"

Recruitment will bring back home those people who are scurrying around looking for opportunities, and it is time for them to hide and absorb the benefits of this unrest.

Garton nodded without any objection, and he did have the idea of ​​recruiting workers.

Unlike Mr. Simon, he believes that there are still many considerable profits in the local area, and there is no need to abandon everything here and leave.

"In addition, I hope you can donate a sum of money." After a few seconds of silence, the short young man made his second request.

He stared at these "heirs". Except for Garton who was able to look at him, the eyes of others avoided him the moment they touched his eyes.

"The donations from Lynch and the federal people made us very passive. Now some people in the world believe that we provoked the turmoil, and then asked the federal people to help clean up the mess."

"When these contents continue to ferment after a period of time, the victims of this turmoil will also think so."

"If the ruler guides us a little bit, our reputation will soon be stinky, so we have to donate money to help some people and stabilize our achievements during this period..."

While talking, there was a sudden gunshot in the distance, and there was still some commotion.

The short young man immediately stood up in surprise. While patting the cadres on his right, urging them to find out what happened, he ran upstairs, trying to see clearly what happened in the distance.

The gunshots became more and more intense, and Young Hot's complexion became worse and worse. Then a piece of news made him realize the seriousness of the problem.

"The furrier's hunting party has entered the city..."

(End of this chapter)