British 1986

With the sound of a gunshot, the world did not quiet down. Scattered gunshots rang out in the blocks outside the alley, and the intermittent screams and exclamations did not stop.

"So you're not black? You're lucky. Get out of here!"

A hoarse voice sounded, as if the attacker was talking to himself. As these words came out, he did not continue to shoot.

Ceylon's subconsciously closed eyes opened a crack and looked into those familiar eyes.

The back of her neck felt a little hot. Ceylan didn't understand what was going on, but the only thing she understood was that she was not dead!

Those eyes seemed to blink at her, and then they walked out of the alley and disappeared into the street with the only camera they brought.

The screams around her brought Ceylan back to her senses. Several unfamiliar people had fallen down, and there were several people she was familiar with before who seemed to have no major problems. Some people had injured their arms. , some people were injured in their legs, and no one in the entire team could still stand.

"Ma'am. Madam, are you okay?"

While Ceylon was looking at the team, her leg was pushed lightly. It turned out to be the photographer who had been shot just now. When he saw that the attacker had left, he quickly moved over, resisting the pain in his leg, and looked at Ceylon. Lan's situation.

"I'm fine"

Ceylan stood up and just stood up. When he shook his head slightly, he realized that his braid was gone. He had a ponytail hairstyle when he came in. Half of the ponytail was gone. When he reached out and touched it, he found that the ends of his hair were somewhat irregular. The break marks looked like half of it had been directly burned off by something hot.

At this time, Ceylon was really scared. The opponent must have missed the shot just now, and the shot grazed the back of her neck, even knocking off her braid.

I just don’t know if the opponent did it on purpose or if it really missed the target.

"It's too dangerous here. How is everyone doing? We need to evacuate quickly."

At this moment, they have long lost the momentum they had before, regardless of their own safety and indomitable spirit. They should just eat shit about any big news. Survival is the most important thing!

There were a few people with minor injuries. After confirming that the attacker had really left, they quickly got up, checked a few of the dead ones, and then supported each other and retreated along the way. It was too dangerous here!

In the suburbs of Los Angeles, police sirens continued to sound. A large part of Los Angeles was in chaos. The police force was definitely not enough. This was probably the police transferred from other places to support Los Angeles and were entering the city.

"Sir, the operation over there is completed."

Old Karl sat alone at the dining table, with a newspaper on his left hand. He held a fork in his right hand, forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, reading the newspaper while eating.

A young man stood next to Old Karl with a note and reported softly.

"Oh? Have you solved the ones in the photo?"

"It's all solved! The remaining few of them have run away. Little Jack went over to take away their equipment. After they left, we sent people over to check again."

There were dead people at the scene. The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people in Ceylon would definitely not be able to take these people away, so they stayed there to cover up a little, noted the place and prepared to wait until daybreak for the police to deal with it. However, as soon as they left, there were people behind them. Let’s do the math.

"Where's Ceylon?"

"She's fine. I gave her a scare as you asked, but her hairstyle may be affected a little."

"Where are those families?"

"Those who haven't taken action yet, the unrest in some areas has not yet spread. If we take action now, it will be too deliberate, and we have to wait until later in the night before taking action."

"snort."

Old Carl snorted, put down his fork, picked up a piece of fried fish with his right hand, dipped it in the sauce, and then took a small bite.

Old Carl still remembers that Allen had the courage to send bodyguards to the United States and deal with the little black guy directly. Later, he was warned because he was too arrogant, but it didn't take long for many little black guys to protest against Allen. Come out, these people have been at large for a long time. Old Carl has kept each of them in mind. This time, taking advantage of the turmoil, he has deployed manpower to solve them together and settle the old and new accounts together!

The young man looked at Old Karl and said nothing. He was not in a hurry. He just stood next to Old Karl and waited for Old Karl to eat slowly.

This old knight is not very particular about food, but he likes to eat high-calorie foods, especially fried things.

After waiting for a few minutes, Old Carl finished eating a small plate of fried fish nuggets. He put down the newspaper and picked up a paper towel to wipe his hands. Old Carl stood up and walked around and explained: "Send someone to call the driver and look at Ceylon." When will they come back? When she comes back, bring her to see me as soon as possible."

"clear!"

It's four o'clock in the morning, four or five hours have passed since Ceylon went out for the interview.

In the dark little study, Old Carl sat alone on a large American high-backed single sofa with a small blanket covering his legs. On the blanket was an illustrated version of "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".

Hearing the knock on the door, Old Karl, who was already drowsy and about to fall asleep, quickly wiped his face with his hands, moved his big mouth, rubbed his facial muscles, and a look of anxiety appeared naturally. .

"Come in!"

As Old Karl agreed, the study door was opened, and Ceylon walked in with a very sad expression, squinting at Old Karl.

The young man who sent Ceylon over nodded to Old Karl and closed the study door.

At this time, only old Karl and Ceylon were left in the entire study.

Seeing the expression on Old Karl's face, which was mixed with anxiety and worry, Ceylon almost believed it for a moment.

"Jazz. I almost died!"

"I know."

"I almost died!"

"Sit down first, sit down first."

Old Karl stood up, picked up the glass, poured Ceylon a glass of whiskey himself, and handed it to her.

"I almost died!"

Ceylan took the wine glass, as if feeling aggrieved or venting her anger, she repeated the words that she almost died several times in a row.

Even though she had experienced danger before, compared with today, those previous dangers were like child's play.

"A group of you refused to listen to dissuasion and secretly entered a dangerous area with unknown conditions to shoot news subjects. Something happened to others. If you are safe and sound, what will others think?"

"I almost died!"

"So I sent my best marksman to do it myself."

Old Karl shrugged, as if he couldn't hear Ceylon's complaints, and the two of them talked about their own things.

Although Ceylon seemed uninjured, when they escaped from the neighborhood and found the ambulance crew outside, after checking Ceylon's condition, the ambulance crew praised her good luck and great fate. A little, maybe just a few centimeters, the other party shot her in the back of the head, but the shot hit her hair instead of her head.

No one would doubt whether there was something fishy about her. Except for the few people in their team who were directly killed on the spot, several others were more or less injured. Ceylon's situation was to survive a catastrophe, not just to survive. It's as simple as a minor injury.

"But me"

"enough!"

Old Carl's patience was gradually weakened. His temper was not good to begin with, and his endurance was now at its limit.

Seeing that Ceylon was about to continue speaking, Old Karl shouted, staring at Ceylon with a gloomy face and said: "Do you know how many servants the Hill family has? Do you think that you can enjoy the benefits after joining the Hill family? Um?!"

"As a reporter and host like you, do you think that you are doing a great job by handling some news affairs for the young master? Huh?"

"Based on what you are doing now, do you think that as long as you do well, you will be able to get rewards or even titles in the future?"

Old Karl kept questioning word by word, staring at Ceylon.

Ceylon was frightened by Old Karl's sudden fierce look and took two steps back. He held the wine glass in both hands and didn't know what to say.

Even animals know that there are levels. There is a wolf king in a wolf pack, and a lion king in a lion pack.

But except for the king of each ethnic group, what about the following?

Every time the tribe catches prey, the king eats it first. What if the king finishes it?

The following is also divided according to strength. Who ranks second and who ranks third is important.

Of course, a family is no exception. Of course, Allen is the biggest in the entire family, and his orders are everything, but what about Allen?

Now of course Hu Te is the one with the most senior qualifications and is the chief steward of the house, so no one will question his status.

And what about underneath Hut?

This also needs to be divided into levels. It doesn't mean how many years you have worked for the family.

Some servants have been in the castle for more than ten years. Aren't they still servants?

There are only three knights in the whole family now, in addition to Huter, old Carl, and last year's new knight, Syphis.

These are all old men who have served the family for many years and have made many contributions.

But old Carl is more old-school. He kind of hates Ceylon who seems to be aloof and looks down on people like him who do rough and dirty work.

To put it bluntly this time, there are other ways to kill those people, but Old Carl deliberately arranged it this way. One of his purposes was to deliberately scare Ceylon and let her understand that joining the Hill family was not for her to If you come here to enjoy the blessings, it is not that simple to get honors!

"Ceylon. No matter where you go, there are rules, rules! Everyone in the Hill family who is knighted has made contributions to the family, and these contributions are not something you can handle comfortably in the castle. Documents will do the trick, and the credit and risk are directly proportional.”

Ceylon took a big gulp of whiskey, her whole face turned red from holding it in, but she held back.

He looked at Old Karl with a complex expression and said, "Sir Karl, do you mean that this kind of danger today was specially prepared for me?"

"Is it dangerous today?"

"Isn't it dangerous?!"

Old Karl took two steps forward and directly helped Ceylan tidy up the somewhat messy collar. While doing so, he said softly: "Ceylan, since you entered the Hill family, in this world, except for your own accidents, , other times, the young master did not say that he would let you die, and no one can kill you. If the young master lets you die, no one can save you. All you need to do is use all your energy and work hard for the family. Do you understand? ?”

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Ceylon couldn't tell whether this was a threat or a statement of facts, but she understood what Old Karl said. Although she felt aggrieved, this was the price to pay for following the nobles. There were dangers, but only with dangers came opportunities!

"Okay. You go and rest first. Until tomorrow, your remaining task is to send the news back to prevent the Yankees from secretly fabricating the news."

Ceylon lowered his head and nodded gently as if he was resigned to his fate.

Seeing that Ceylon had just opened the door and was about to walk out of the study, and there was another subordinate standing outside the door, Old Karl smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, Ms. Lily would like to see you."

Upon hearing that the niece he recognized was coming to see him, Old Karl smiled.

"Oh, Lily is here? You don't need to see me, just say I'm busy and let her do it as planned. I'll send someone to do the rest. It should be sooner rather than later. Let them go as soon as dawn."

"yes!"

There were more than 200 arson cases in Los Angeles tonight. As for the casualties, there is no way to count them. The police force is definitely not enough anyway.

Under such circumstances, as a veteran gentleman, although Carl Sr. was not an American, he still sent someone to send 100,000 pounds to the Los Angeles Police Department as a donation.

By the way, he sent someone to express his concerns about the security situation in Los Angeles.

Allen's previous plan was to transform Lily, a local family in Los Angeles. They are now halfway through the transformation. At least they have followed their family's previous path and registered with the military. They can be regarded as a super-small logistics supplier for the US military. family.

But this time, such a big thing happened in Los Angeles, and a large number of people would definitely be arrested. So what should we do with these arrested people?

Put him in jail!

But now that the prisons around Los Angeles are clearly running out of capacity, what should we do?

Do we need to open new prisons?

It just so happened that Carl Sr. had just donated 100,000 pounds to the Los Angeles Police Department. Lily, the niece of Sr. Carl Sr., was well known to everyone. She would visit the Los Angeles Police Department early in the morning and mention the opening of a new prison quota. Son, with old Carl's connections and money, this matter can almost be done in this special period.

Not everyone can play with things like prison.

This is serious business in America!

Yes, prisons are serious business in America.

When a prisoner enters prison, you want to live a good life and have food and drink for free.

Of course it’s impossible! You have to work part-time to make a living!

In a country of capital, nothing is free, even air has to be charged!

As long as you live a day and earn a penny, you have to pay taxes.

When you go to prison, there are usually supporting factories in the prison, and the products in these factories are generally of good quality, mainly because of the huge price advantage!

Because there is no need to pay prisoners in prison, this thing is like a modern version of a slave concentration camp, which is very easy to use.

If you work ten hours a day, you only have to take care of your food and shelter, and you are guaranteed a small amount of work and rest time. You even only have one day off per week, and you don’t have to pay wages. Isn’t this considered a good business?

As long as a privately run prison operates well and the managers are ruthless, the annual income can even be higher than that of some smaller listed companies. This is not an exaggeration at all. It is just that this kind of quota is very difficult to obtain. It depends on the right time, place and people. and.

Now is a great time!