Blackstone Code Chapter 440: Not happy again
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Lynch's good mood came and went quickly.
Just as people were doing the most basic checks and taking watches around Asir and his group, there was a sudden commotion in the outermost part of the crowd.
These riots are rapidly spreading from the periphery to the center, and the expressions of many people who are queuing or watching the fun have changed a lot, and soon Aser and some staff are left around him.
A group of locals charged aggressively with sticks and the like, overturning chairs, tables and beating others with sticks.
"Boss, I'm going to get these people...", the sergeant sitting in the corner stood up with the gun in his hand, his face was not very good, his job was to maintain stability, but obviously he did less than that.
Lynch pays them far more each month than they did in the Army, and even their families each get a job at one of Lynch's businesses if they so choose.
At first they may not be very comfortable with this change, from allegiance to the country, to allegiance to someone, after all, not long ago, they would wake up every morning at the slightest light and sing the national anthem around the flag of the Union Running in circles.
But now, it's not "Sir" that gives them the order, but "Sir", even though the two words are sometimes the same word, or even the same pronunciation.
These people outside made him unable to hang his face. He had told Lynch before that the social environment here was very stable, and they were all about to be idle, and they gave him an embarrassment the next day!
These people really look for opportunities!
He was ruthless, and the other soldiers who joined Lynch first had a bit of resentment on their faces. Just when they were about to go out, Lynch raised his hand and stopped them from moving. .
"No, don't show your face, don't alert them when they don't move, I believe that the bullets in the barrels of your guns will settle disputes faster than their backward weapons, right?"
The sergeant nodded, but instead of returning directly to their positions, they asked everyone to find some suitable places to shoot.
This does not mean that they will take the lives of local people anytime, anywhere. The way to stop the conflict is not only to kill one party, but also to make one party lose the ability to hurt others.
Lynch just watched, calmly.
In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that such things would break out, domestic forces, foreign forces, domestic and foreign ideological opposition, social form opposition, religion, belief, freedom...
There are too many things that go against the local traditional culture, and some things may not be intense, such as some simple issues such as living habits.
But there are also potentially strong conflicting issues, such as religion, belief, etc.
These problems are definitely unstoppable. Historically, only the upper-level things can be covered up, and there has never been a lower-level thing that can be covered up.
The reason is simple, the base is placed here.
The problem at the top is just an individual problem of a few people. Even if the group expands a little bit, it is only a problem of a small group of people, 5% of the people.
As long as these people don't speak up, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf, and these middle and lower class people, 95% of the people in this society, their channels for obtaining information from the upper class, It was precisely what the upper class told them.
This further eliminates the possibility of the lower level to discover the truth and secrets spontaneously, they have no channel at all.
As for the problems of the lower level, why can't they be covered up, because once these problems break out, it will be 85%, 95%, and the final 5% of the people's decision, even It won't be that important.
So Lynch knew from the start that the development of Nagalil couldn't be smooth sailing, and it wouldn't be the last conflict, it was the first.
Now what he wants to see is who is behind these people, or what purpose they have.
The crowd that caused the riots has rushed to the core of the recruitment process. They are all young people, probably in their twenties, and some children are younger.
They gradually stopped in front of Asir, they seemed to be arguing about something, and Lynch soon knew.
The sound from outside the glass wall is getting louder and louder, and some locals who were still watching the fun actually joined the group of people.
They raised their fists and waved them rhythmically, shouting the slogan "Foreigners get out".
Watching these people act so neatly, watching them shouting slogans that may have been formulated a few days ago, or even longer, to say that there is no support behind these people, no one instructs, Lynch absolutely Do not believe.
At the same time, it will also be a big trouble, a "host" against the "bad guest" malicious!
Less than a minute later, a group of police officers came running from a distance blowing sharp whistles. If they were placed in the past, these people would have fled at this time, but this time it was unexpected.
Especially the leading ones. Not only did they not escape, but they stood there, as if they were waiting for the police to arrest them.
As soon as the police contacted them, the baton wrapped in a thin layer of rubber beat these people. They didn't lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the batter like in the past. .
Instead, they stood there stiffly, letting those batons fall on their bodies and heads, even if their skin was torn apart and their heads were bleeding.
It may be that the unexpected toughness of these people made the police a little overwhelmed. They actually stopped attacking these people on their own initiative, and stood there a little overwhelmed.
It happened so suddenly that they suddenly realized that they didn't have much experience and ability to deal with such unexpected situations.
These people just don't hide, just standing there is enough to keep them going.
Lynch's expression remained flat, he knew the police had done something stupid.
When a person on the side of good finds out that a **** on the side of evil is doing a bad thing, he can pass by pretending not to know anything.
But once he chooses to intervene, there must be an intuitive result, or the restraint is not thorough enough, then what he has done before is far more harmful to the society than if he did nothing.
In the past, people may still have some kind of luck in their hearts, maybe it was just that the evil was not discovered when it was breeding, but now, people only have another feeling...
The leading young man suddenly raised an arm, his head was broken several times, and the blood covered his original appearance.
Under the sun, among a group of ferocious police officers like wolves and tigers, some thin and heart-rending figures are still standing. In the heart-pounding bright red, there are a pair of black and white eyes. Talking without even showing any expression.
He just slowly, looking at everyone's faces, the policeman standing beside him took a few steps back in discomfort.
Most people didn't dare to look him in the eye, but some took some pressure they couldn't describe and slowly raised their arms.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing, and Lynch's expression finally changed.
"Is there a phone?", he turned to look at the cafe owner who was also watching the lively not far away. This was a local. He came out of the counter, and he didn't know if it was the owner, just a buddy, or a Boss and buddy.
The boss and man nodded quickly, "Yes, sir..." He looked at Lynch, his lips seemed to open again, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He wanted to tell Lynch that there was an extra payment to make a phone call, and that in Nagalil, everything that has to do with "modernization" is not cheap, such as telephones.
But he didn't say it, because the weapons in the hands of the foreigners around Lynch made him afraid to say it. He didn't want to cause some misunderstandings because of a small sum of money. He was willing to bear the extra loss. Just for nothing.
Lynch called the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over. It's not very far from the police station.
When the police chief arrived at the scene, he adjusted his clothes first, then his armed belt, and his face darkened when he saw the overwhelmed police officers.
He pulled out his baton, and this time it wasn't just the **** young men, but the policemen as well.
More police, more chaotic scenes, but it seems like something has changed.
Meanwhile, in a villa a few kilometers away -- it's hard to describe it, and if it's a villa, it's obviously underestimating it.
But it would be too exaggerated to say that it is a manor or even a castle.
The worthless land in Nagalil allows people here to build large houses when they build houses, especially those rich, who can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint, until they are satisfied.
This is the case here. It covers a wide area, and the highest place is only three floors. In fact, only one and a half masters live in the entire complex, and the rest are servants who serve them.
Simon was whispering something to several people in the side hall. Each of them had a serious expression. The room was filled with smoke, and even if the window was opened, the thick smell of smoke could not linger.
Outside the door, a thin child is walking cautiously with a tray. He is the son of Simon and the local life, but his status is not very high. This may be related to his mother not being a direct daughter. relation.
Of course, it may also have something to do with him being a "mongrel", and Simon doesn't like this child born to blend in with the locals.
In short, his identity is awkward, he is half the owner of this house.
The status is a little higher than ordinary people, but compared to Simon, and those foreigners ~IndoMTL.com~ is half a head lower.
Simon is discussing things with his friends at this time. Usually, only Simon's biological son is eligible to enter at this time.
Those people have been inside for a long time, and he prepared new tea and pastries as usual to send in.
He knew that Simon didn't like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to change his father's mind.
The moment he opened the door, he had just uttered half the pronunciation of "father" when a teacup slammed into his forehead, making him dizzy.
There were also grumpy orders in my ears, not at all like what a father would say to his child.
"Get out!"
"Now!"
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