blackstone code

Chapter 507 Impulsive people are better used
The dog is not dead, but should be dying.

Small ornamental dogs like Muncy actually do not conform to the natural rules of evolution at all. They are purely artificially bred to satisfy some special hobbies of some people.

People like these little things, such as puppies, kittens, ponies, and elephants, except for children, so they hope to have some companion pets that can be spoiled for themselves anytime and anywhere, and can be easily carried when they go out.

What they need is not the kind of large hunting dog that can fight wild boars alone, and three or five lions are not afraid of training together, and even the owner sometimes feels threatened.

So this kind of small dog watch dog came into being, coupled with the promotion and hype of the businessmen, if a lady in the upper class can't hold one of these dogs, it will have a bloodline certificate that is stricter than the human blood screening mechanism A small dog watch dog, it must be a fake socialite.

From the day it was born, it never thought about facing this cruel world and nature in the past. Its ribs, which are not much thicker than chicken bones, are not as hard as the bones of birds.

Gardon's kick made it twitch and vomit blood.

The blood was slowly flowing out from the puppy's mouth and nose, the puppy's body was constantly twitching, struggling, and the screams were very ear-piercing. Looking at this cute little Mr. Simon's original wife, his heart would break!

"Oh my God, my Mengxi, how can you do this to my Mengxi!", she cried like a dead relative!

You know, when the news of Mr. Simon's death came, she didn't shed a single tear. She was all thinking about how to make a fortune in the end, but now that one of her puppies died, she really shed tears.

His son rushed towards Garton angrily, but was kicked back by Garton again. He stared at the two indifferently, with an extraordinarily indifferent expression, "Get out of my house, I don't want to see you again .”

Garton didn't know that at this moment, in a certain way, he was very much like his father, Mr. Simon.

As he said that, he turned and walked towards the house. As he walked, he ordered, "Someone drive them out. If they dare to come in again next time, beat them away!"

In fact, when Gardon first heard the news that the mother and son had come here, he was still a little emotional and had other thoughts.

These two people can be regarded as his relatives, but he didn't expect that when these two people came, he would be asked to give up all his inheritance, and all the good ideas were thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces.

There was no longing in his heart anymore, only indifference, indifference like Mr. Simon's.

"Please, two, you are not welcome here." The butler stood politely. If there were not two helpers with shovels behind him, maybe Mr. Simon's wife and children would have a fit.

Muncy, the puppy in Mrs. Simon's hand, finally stopped breathing during the struggle. Gardon kicked its not-so-hard ribs, and the ribs were inserted into the organs.

From its mouth and nose bleeding outward, in fact, it is already dying, and the rest is just the last struggle.

Regardless of the blood stains, Mrs. Simon hugged the puppy and cried loudly. Her son supported her and cast a vicious glance back at her half-brother who was walking into the house. There was a murderous intent in her eyes that she had never shown before.

In this foreign country, he suddenly awakened something that he had never awakened before.

When he was about to leave the yard, he noticed a tombstone in the yard. He sneered in his heart that natives are natives, and they don't even understand the most basic rules. The dead should not be buried in the front yard at all.

According to some popular sayings, people often walk back and forth in the front yard, weeding and laying turf, which will prevent the people who sleep forever from getting a moment of peace. This is the greatest disrespect to the ancestors.

Only the secluded backyard is the resting place of the ancestors. People all over the world are doing this. Only the uneducated natives here will bury the dead in the front yard.

Perhaps because of the hatred and anger in his heart, he kicked on the tombstone as if to vent.

The soil in the front yard will not be compacted, and sometimes gardeners will deliberately loosen the soil with some small tools to facilitate gardening management.

Mr. Simon's son's kick was so strong that the tombstone, which was not very stable in the first place, fell slowly under his kick.

The housekeeper and the helpers around him were stunned for a moment, and they even forgot to catch up with them to ask for an explanation. Maybe Mr. Simon's son also realized how bad the nature of what he did was. They quickly left the yard and sat down. into their battered rented car.

Through the car window, Mr. Simon's son stretched out his head, waved his fist, and shouted loudly, "We won't let you people go, just wait!"

Watching the mother and child leave, the butler slowly walked to the edge of the tombstone. He lifted the tombstone, not caring that it was stained with a lot of dirt and grass leaves when it fell, and carefully wiped it with his hands. something above.

For the butler, the "emotion" between him and Master Simon is very complicated. If Master Simon hadn't picked him at a glance, he and his family may still be living a precarious life today.

He is very grateful to Master Simon for giving him the opportunity to have a decent job. Being a housekeeper for foreigners in Nagalil is already a very, very decent job.

This also allows his family to enjoy a good life, and even his grandson can have the opportunity to receive education, so he has always been very grateful to Master Simon.

if not……

He sighed, looked at the rearranged tombstone, paused for a few seconds, and then turned back to the room.

Before going back, he told the helpers to take good care of the yard for the next few days, and not to let people in casually. If someone forced their way in, they could beat them out.

When he returned to the room, Garton was drinking. He rarely drank in the past, because Simon was not a very fond of drinking, and the locals did not develop the habit of drinking because of poverty. Except for some social occasions, Garton rarely drank alcohol. .

But everything changed with the death of Mr. Simon. Garton started to drink, not much, but usually frequently. Drinking a little became his new hobby.

He was sitting on the sofa with a wine glass in his hand, with a pensive look on his face. Hearing the butler's footsteps, he looked up at the butler, "Help me contact... sir."

This...Mr. is Akumari, that is, a cadre next to the small youth party provincial leader, an impulsive cadre.

Since coming into contact with these people, Garton has gradually started to adapt to his new identity, and he is doing pretty well.

He is keenly aware of the personality characteristics of each of these people. This cadre is very impulsive by nature, and has a strong sense of love and hate. In other words, this kind of person is easy to use, as long as you point them Direction, they can hit it head on.

The butler nodded slightly, "Do you need to contact Mr. Akumari?"

The housekeeper's question is well intentioned, but if one contacts the cadres below the No. [-] person, it will always make people feel a little... inappropriate.

Garton shook his head, "Contacting him won't achieve what I want. Do as I say and invite him to dinner."

The butler left to do the job, Gardon was still sitting on the sofa thinking, he noticed the dangerous gleam in his brother's eyes as he was leaving.

He probably knew what this disappointing mother and son would do. They just went to the Federals to help them, and it had to be said that this was indeed a headache.

The United Development Company has already begun to show its dominance. Under the impetus of the United Development Company, it is said that even Galil has begun to appreciate in value. The strength of this company is too strong and terrifying.

Maybe some people think that such a big company will not notice a small person like Garton, but the problem is that now is a sensitive period.

The turmoil has just ended, and the foreigners have just gone through a round of purges. No matter what this rather weird purge against foreigners is all about, at this time it broke out that "the natives snatched the inheritance of foreigners and drove out the legal heirs" Once the news of the news spreads, there will inevitably be an uproar again.

At that time, even if the federal people are not interested in this matter, those local rulers who try to figure out the thoughts of the federal people will spontaneously stand by the mother and son in order to appease the emotions of foreigners and the federal people.

Although Mr. Simon's death allowed Garton to gain a lot of actual power, it also cut off the last link between Garton and the upper class. He didn't know the mayor who just took office, he didn't know the police chief who just took office, and he didn't know Lynch or a big man like Governor Drago naturally couldn't let these people speak for him.

But the mother and son are fine, their foreign identities are so easy to use at this time, even if it is a little earlier or later, Garton is not worried about what will happen, but now, it is too sensitive.

He didn't want to do this at first, he turned his head to look at the shelf used to display some souvenirs, and one of them had a photo of him and Mr. Simon.

There was a lot of impatience on Mr. Simon's arrogant face, while he cautiously showed a rare happy smile on the side.

At that time, he definitely didn't know that what he inherited in the end was himself, the son he disliked the most and even didn't even recognize!

He picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp, his eyes were extraordinarily determined.

"I will prove that I am the most suitable one!"

A little later,...the unnamed Youth Party cadre came to Garton's home with his two little brothers.

In fact, Garton doesn't like these Youth Party members either. Sometimes it's more appropriate to call them hooligans. He knows very well... bringing two people here is not for safety or any other purpose, but to show off his relationship with himself in front of them. And take them for a meal.

Garton didn't show any dissatisfaction or unhappiness on his face, he welcomed the three of them into the room with a smile on his face...

(End of this chapter)