blackstone code

Chapter 491 The end and the new mayor

"Federation people will really enjoy it!"

Standing on the roof of the reinforced bus, the leader of the hunting team was holding a variegated Clover from the Federation in his mouth, and it was a very cheap one.

This kind of variegated kelev is not like the pure color kelov, which is not suitable for inhalation. The variegated kelove has a considerable proportion of tobacco added, which can be inhaled by people, and it is not weak.

The manufacturers of these Ke Lefu have shown to people more than once that the mixture of Ke Lefu leaves and tobacco leaves will not cause too much harm to the human body as long as the dose does not exceed a certain amount, but there are still quite a few people every year because of Overdose of Clover the Variegated led to some problematic deaths.

But even so, the sales of Motley are still very high, because it is very powerful.

This kind of energy is not like the "energy" of alcohol, which makes people lose control of themselves. This kind of energy will only make people feel dizzy and inexplicably happy, but it will not lose control of their body.

The whole world seems to be spinning slowly, people will become hyperactive, and their breathing will be slightly short of breath, other than that, there doesn't seem to be much other performance.

After a large number of Clover was exported to Nagalil, some local privileged classes began to indulge in this kind of thing that could provide them with more happiness.

Its strength comes quickly without affecting people's judgment on emergencies, which is especially suitable for various teams hunting on the grassland.

They banned alcohol because they were so drunk that they couldn't respond effectively when wild beasts attacked the camp. Similar things have happened more than once in history.

A group of hunters got drunk at night and were taken over by some wild beasts, so the hunting group was not allowed to bring alcoholic beverages after entering the grassland.

Variegated Clover solves this problem that plagues people. It is easy to carry, and it is not weak. You can bring a few and insert them into the ammunition belt. Loved by hunters.

At this time, the hunting group that was summoned back was already approaching the edge of the city, and they were one of the backhands to solve the chaos.

It's ridiculous to say that the United Kingdom of Nagalil does not actually have a large-scale organized army. There have been in the past. In the relatively backward and barbaric period, the struggle between the regime and theocracy required bloody sacrifices, but even at that time, The army is also more like the army of the clan.

They will only obey the provincial governors of various regions, and they are also the children or servants of the clans to which the provincial governors belong. Later, following the development of society, this kind of private army gradually withdrew from the stage.

The central government, that is, the royal family has collected all the military establishments, and the mobilization of this part of the army requires the consent of the royal family, which also makes the provincial governors of various places very cold about the "military".

They would rather mobilize their own private soldiers or those hunting groups than mobilize the army. This involves a lot of rights distribution issues, which is the main reason why the provincial governor asked the hunting group to come back to resolve the turmoil.

As soon as the hunting group entered the edge of the city, they encountered mobs. The captain with the mottled Clover in his mouth on the roof of the car raised the weapon in his hand, checked the bullets skillfully, opened the insurance, and turned his head to look at the people around him. , biting Clover's cigarette holder and asked, "Have you ever hunted people?"

The assistant beside him froze for a moment, and the next second, the gunshot rang out.

There was a young man with a stone in his hand and a certain madness and hatred on his face. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was about to throw a stone at the convoy when a bullet knocked off half of his cheek. The whole person flew backwards for two or three meters, and rolled on the ground twice before coming to a complete stop.

Blood quickly spread from his wound, staining a large area of ​​land red.

The power of shotguns is too great. These guns are used to deal with those beasts. The weakest of those things are stronger than humans. The bullets that can shoot them can kill humans without any effort.

The mob blocking the road seemed to be thinking about robbing the convoy, and they became chaotic in an instant. Some were fleeing, while others threw stones and things they could find on the roadside at the convoy.

These attacks were too weak, the captain smiled crazily, while laughing, he instinctively raised his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

They spend every day in killing, from being uncomfortable at the beginning, to adapting to this kind of life, to being very interested in this kind of life, until they become numb at the end.

Shooting has become an instinct second only to breathing.

Every time the trigger is pulled, every gunshot is the disappearance of a life. Without a clear objective understanding of themselves, they have become the masters of life.

Some people even think about a question, is the feeling of killing people the same as killing those animals?

Some people always have such doubts, some people have verified it, and for those who have not, now, this is a good opportunity.

This gunshot seemed to kick off a bloody prelude. The hunters in the car behind with modern weapons began to look for their targets and shoot freely. Every bullet took away a life, just like It's what they did on the grassland.

There is no sense of moral guilt, no so-called horror of killing the same kind, and after a very short-lived excitement, there is only a pale numbness.

"Go back to your own houses, and let me see you on the street again, you will be like those stinky meat on the roadside!" The hunting team roared past, leaving behind corpses, but they also clearly There is a message for people to go back to their homes.

This method of suppressing turmoil is better than preaching. People did not raise any protests, let alone demonstrate their spirit of freedom at gunpoint in order to prove that they were born free like the federal people.

Although people want to have a good pregnancy and have an indifferent attitude towards life, no one really wants to die.

Those who really want to die have already died, and those who can survive until now don't want to die.

The hunting team entered the city directly from multiple routes. Wherever mobs gather, there are hunting teams. They are like hunters wandering in the urban bushes, hunting down all unruly humans.

It only took one day, and by night, the turmoil that lasted for nearly two weeks had basically subsided.

In one clearing, at the gunpoint of hunters, some conscripted untouchables were carrying corpses and throwing them to the firewood pile, and these corpses were to be burned.

Even at the end of October, the air in Nagalil is still hot and humid, which is a good environment for bacteria to grow.

So many people died all at once, if not dealt with properly, a plague may occur in the city.

Those mobs who were still invincible before the hunting team entered the city have now become what they were before, timid and cowardly, not even daring to raise their heads when walking.

As a poorly crafted incendiary bomb circled in the air and was thrown into the pile of firewood, the flames spread instantly, and the blazing flames rose up along the way, burning all the ugliness and sins.

"The air doesn't smell too good these days..." In the exquisite room, there are still all kinds of fine wines and delicacies on the table, and the band is playing soothing music. Everything is so beautiful.

Lynch shook his head and said, "But the good news is that everything will go smoothly in the future."

"We have no competitors, and the market is firmly under our control, but I must also tell everyone, don't think that you can control the market without more competitors. This is not allowed."

"The friendship between the Federation and Nagalil lasts forever (it can withstand the baptism of history, and it will not fade even after a long time), and some laws that exist in the Federation, although there is no express statement that they exist and are effective here, we also It should be complied with."

There are many federal businessmen around Lynch. During this period of time, they were frightened, and all of them were terrified, especially today.

The gunfire outside made them almost think that the mob had staged a coup d'état. It wasn't until the gunfire subsided at this moment that they realized that the turmoil was over.

This also brought them a... very absurd feeling. You must know that similar riots in the Commonwealth would at most let the militiamen be responsible for maintaining order, rather than shooting and killing those who caused the riots.

But here, the best way to deal with unrest is to address the people who caused it, and it's frightening that something is slipping out of their grasp and control of reality.

Lynch has become an important support for them to work and live here.

"Next, we will make new plans for the city. Here I have to mention the mayor's family who were attacked and killed by mobs during the turmoil. This also made us realize the importance of peace."

Lynch turned around suddenly, and waved to the chief of the police station who was standing on the side like the background here. The latter was a little dazed, but he tidied up his clothes and armed belt, and walked to Lynch with big strides, slightly lowered "Mr. Lynch, do you have any orders?"

Lynch shook his head. He smiled and held the police chief's arm lightly, and looked at the others, "There is a side that makes us sad, and there is also a side that can inspire people."

"During this turmoil, Mr. Police Chief performed very well and excellently. After discussing with Governor Drago, I decided to promote the Chief of Police to be the mayor of this city. I believe he will be qualified for this new job. "

He smiled and stretched out his hand, "Congratulations, Mr. New Mayor."

The smile on his face was very subtle. He already knew the facts. In fact, with Lynch's intelligence and his understanding of the situation here, he could easily guess the approximate answer.

It is a good choice to recommend the police chief for promotion. This guy is smart and obedient, which is very important.

After a brief absence, some unbelievable lights flashed in the police chief's eyes. He was exaggerated, holding Lynch's hand tightly with both hands, and lowered his head, "I will definitely not disappoint Mr. My expectation and affirmation..."

(End of this chapter)