blackstone code

Chapter 837: Just Light a Cigarette
The next day, several prisoners were beheaded in the square, and blood flowed all over the floor.

The onlookers stared at those rolling heads, and there was some excitement behind the fearful eyes.

The killing of the same kind does make people feel irrepressible sorrow, but if this killing is not between opposing species, but just to show the status of power, then people will not be sad.

Only excitement, envy, jealousy, why I don't have such power.

The city hall announced that these people were gang members who robbed and killed Mike and his gang. Their heads were all covered with sacks, and no one could see their appearance clearly.

People believe whatever the local government says, whether they really believe it or not, at least they will not take the initiative to stand up to oppose the local government's practices and statements, it is purely for their own displeasure.

However, there are still some people who spread the word that those whose heads were beheaded were not the mastermind and murderer of the Mike tragedy.

Everyone knows who did these things, and they also know that those people are still alive and well, and who is lying can be seen at a glance.

But there is no need for people to stand up and say something. It is a stupid choice to offend the local government, and it is also a stupid choice to offend those gang members.

The matter seemed to end here, and the gentlemen of the city hall invited out cameras to take pictures of the execution. It is said that these will be sent to the federal government, telling them that this matter is over.

It sounds like... a little bit laughable.

For these Scots who don't think they are so backward, no matter how powerful the Baylor Federation has international reputation, isn't it being played at will by their little-known small country?
This inexplicable sense of superiority made the onlookers in the square straighten their spines. Under the flash of the spotlight held by the photographer, the people who looked sideways at the camera became the front page of the "Federal Times" next week. content on the headlines.

People's heads are twisted strangely. In the center of the picture, more than a dozen dead bodies without heads are neatly lying on the side. There are large bloodstains on the ground, and some children are laughing and kicking a human head in the distance...

This matter is over.

The 1.8-meter gang leader is sitting in his chair, and his men are counting, folding, and binding stacks of money with strips made of cowhide, and placing them on a huge table.

The table was full of money, piled up a full foot high, and there were some gold products and various jewels near the leader. The money was all exchanged for goods from the federal people.

The federal people don't want the local currency, but for those who live there, they don't care. They even think it's better to exchange it for the local currency, at least they can use it anytime, anywhere.

This is only half, and the other half has not been sold and is stored in the warehouse. When he needs to open up certain relationships in the future, those carefully selected products can become the key.

No one would refuse wealth, let alone exquisite goods from the Federation. These things would not be so easy to obtain in the future.

Since Mike's shop was robbed and Mike's group who ran the business were killed, many federal businessmen have withdrawn during this period.

Even if there are still some left, they are reducing the size of their business.

Thinking of this, the 1.8-meter gang leader wondered if he should do it again.

It's too addictive and the benefits are too great. The key is that he wants to "block" these markets back.

Only when the federal people stopped coming to do business in a short period of time, the things in his hands could continue to appreciate in value.

Another four or five days later, around ten o'clock in the morning, the 1.8-meter gang leader came out of the room stretching his back.

When the door opened, a woman was vaguely revealed lying on the bed in the room, naked and wounded all over her body.

This woman is the little lover of Mike's brother. In fact, just like what Mike said, there is no pure love story of a teenage girl falling in love with an old man in his forties.

The girl just wanted to hold Mike's brother and get a boat ticket out of Scotland from him.

For many girls living in poor, backward and chaotic areas, as long as they can get out of that ghost place and have a temporary residence outside, they are willing to pay any price for it!
It's a pity that Mike's younger brother has been tricked, the dawn of the good days has dispelled the darkness, but the eternal night has come...

There was no trace of activity in the brain of the dying girl lying on the bed. She didn't think or do anything, and her thinking seemed to have come to a standstill.

Here, she is like a toy that anyone can play with.

When the leader finds the toy interesting, he will occupy her for a while, and then she will be given to others.

If she is unlucky and dies, she will become food for wild dogs. If she is lucky enough not to die, then she will start to change into revealing clothes and do the most despicable things to make money for the gang.

On the day the future died at the same time as hope, she and her soul died too.

The 1.8-meter gang leader looked at the people running on the playground not far away, with a smug expression on his face.

In fact, at his stage, it is almost a small clan.

He is rich, has people, has weapons, and is ruthless enough that ordinary forces dare not collide with him.

In another three to five years of operation, maybe he can become a mayor or an officer.

In Scotland, a backward and barbaric country, power was never inherited, but snatched.

These people in the yard are his future capital. There are some young people who have recently been recruited. Many of these young people with fierce faces are well-known outside.

But when they came to him, they were as obedient as the girl in the room.

His approach made the running people stop. He took out a cigarette, and immediately someone came over and lit it, covering it with his hand and handing it over.

He intends to say something to establish and deepen his position in the hearts of these people, which is also a way to draw everyone closer.

The flames in front of him were getting closer to his mouth, and he lowered his head to point the cigarette up, but at this moment, with a sudden sound, he rolled and fell to the ground, looking at the huge body that was slowly falling, and the already rotten brain. Thinking about a problem with the last few stubbornness.

Just light a cigarette, how can you fucking blow up your head?

This sudden change made everyone dumbfounded. The 1.8-meter gang leader has been in this area for many years.

It's not that no one has challenged him, it's just that all those who challenged him are dead, so that no one has ever thought of stepping on his head to get to the top.

However, at this moment, he died.

One shot exploded the head, followed by more intensive gunshots, but something was wrong.

These gunshots are not like the local guns used by the locals, or those guns from abroad, which are loud and loud.

These gunshots are "chug chug" continuous together, not harsh, not too loud, but they can be heard clearly.

The people who just stopped to catch their breath were like ears of wheat harvested by the death scythe, everyone bloomed with blood and fell down, until now they don't even know what happened.

At this moment, three soldiers in thick combat uniforms broke in. Those who were pretending to be dead, as well as the people in the room, realized that the person who attacked them just now was on the roof next door.

These people were well-trained and marched alternately. Those who played dead had no chance to escape. After they came in, they gave everyone a shot, all in the head.

You've heard of people with their hearts on the other side, but no one has heard of people with their heads on their ass, and that's true.

Regardless of whether he played dead or not, if he shot his head off, he would be too dead to die again.

Occasionally, gunshots rang out afterwards, but they subsided quickly. All the people in the surrounding rooms were cleaned up, and no one was left alive.

Except, of course, for the girls who look like victims.

They were herded together, shivering, some vomiting, some already fainted.

On the contrary, the naked girl woke up to the pungent smell of blood. She shivered, and her dull eyes regained focus.

She looked around blankly, and soon her eyes fell on the 1.8-meter-tall gang leader with only half of his head left.

She rushed over, grabbed and kicked, venting the anger and despair in her heart...

All the people who were killed were dragged to the center of the yard, and then someone took pictures of them, and they didn't forget to take pictures of these people's warehouses, and took away all the valuable and easy-to-carry things inside.

It took less than 10 minutes from the first shot, to the end of all fighting, to evacuation.

In 10 minutes, the mayor was still sleeping and the chief of police just got out of bed.

In 10 minutes, some courageous people came to the gate of the yard and flicked their heads inside.

"I swear we will be punished when we go back this time!" the assaulter who was chewing tobacco asked casually.

The pleasure brought by the killing calmed down after a brief excitement, and he began to feel a little nervous. Chewing tobacco leaves is a very good way to relax and help relieve tension.

The captain gave him a sideways look, "Take care of yourself, I will take care of other things!"

In the back row of the car, a girl wrapped in a sheet looked at these people, she didn't know how to describe her deepest thoughts at this moment.

I thought I fell into hell, but I didn't expect to climb up again...

At that time, she saw that these people were about to leave, and she suddenly said, "Take me, I know Mike"

Then the captain took her with him.

This woman is useful, and this is what the captain thinks. In Blackstone Security, if you want to be the captain and be able to command a military operation, you don't just need enough professionalism, you also need to be able to use your brains.

He knew what Mr. Lynch wanted, and this girl was valuable.

He glanced back at the girl, "We might take a picture of you later, if you don't mind."

The girl didn't care at all whether her body would be seen by more people, she only had one question, "Can I go to the Baylor Federation?"

(End of this chapter)