Blackstone Code Chapter 454: Listen to Mr. Lynch’s words and have a meal

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The young man who was lying on the ground hugged his thigh and howled miserably. One of the three bullets hit him sideways, and the remaining two went into his thigh and caused penetrating wounds.

This is mainly because young people don't have much body fat and muscle fibers are not strong enough, and bullets can easily tear through a thin layer of flesh and go through the other side.

"Lucky guy!" Lynch lowered his muzzle, "Your **** is watching you, giving you luck, and I forgive you."

The bullet didn't hit the bone. If it did, the bullet would get stuck on the bone instead of falling out. This kind of flesh wound looks scary, and of course it does, but it's not troublesome.

As long as the wound is treated properly, it will take a long time for him to heal.

The young man struggled for a while before the screams gradually subsided. His head was covered in beads of sweat the size of beans, and he forced someone to help him stand up.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lynch...", another series of compliments, the young man may think that Lynch deliberately didn't hit his leg bone, so Lynch was tolerant, kind, and he also There was no requirement to break his leg.

How did he, and others, know that it was purely because of Lynch's poor marksmanship, but it also brought a positive side to the matter.

Those who believe in religion, believe in gods, and believe in fate always think that every step of life is determined by a certain will. For example, Lynch missed this young man's leg bone. His tolerance and kindness took over Some roles, and fate also played a role.

It also made other young people start to accept the result, they lined up and got shot, even if someone was unlucky and the bullet hit the bone, they would be supported by people, praising Lynch for his kindness and tolerance.

Even at the end, Lynch offered a sum of money to ask them to go to a doctor to treat their leg injuries. This series of actions made people respect and fear Lynch for a while.

Just when everyone thought it was over, Lynch spoke again.

"I know, some people have taken something from here that belongs to me, like what we just experienced, I'm a reasonable person..." He stood in the middle of the camp, watching The calm demeanor of the people watching around was heartbreaking.

"You took my things and broke my places, and I will give you a chance to see my tolerance."

"Return the things you took from me and I'll give up your other responsibilities, but if someone doesn't do that...", he looked at the police chief, "you'll catch them , right?"

Lynch is not a local official, nor is he a local ruling class, he is just a foreign businessman, but at this moment, he is doing this so that it will not make people feel that what he is doing is wrong.

The chief of police nodded again and again, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I can definitely catch those people!"

"Very good, I'll leave it to you, I'm going to take my father to treat his wounds." Lynch said and looked at the overwhelmed young man, "I'll give you three days. I'm going to see you on the construction site in three days, do you understand?"

When Lynch took Nell into the car, Nell's blood had long since stopped, and he began to pick up the dried blood clots on his skin with his hands, "I thought you would treat these people more brutally. ."

"Why do you think so, we are civilized people?", Lynch returned the pistol to the sergeant a little strangely, and praised his weapon by the way, "Your pistol is great, you don't need to change the magazine. Can fire a lot of bullets."

The sergeant grinned and didn't answer the question.

Limited modifications to one's own firearms are permitted in the military, such as increasing the capacity of drums and magazines are the most common.

Some people will deliberately increase the magazine capacity of their pistols, because during this period, once the war progresses to the point where pistols are required, there is basically no chance to change the magazines again.

The Confederate soldiers who did not participate in any war during the World War did not go to the front line, but they were well prepared. The sergeant changed his pistol magazine. It is said that another soldier invented the A kind of big drum, which has also obtained a patent, is currently working in a military industrial group to engage in development work.

Small modifications are normal, nothing special.

Returning the gun to the sergeant, Lin Qicai turned his head to look at Nell, "Killing them is actually useless, except to make the local people hate you more, hate you, and you may meet you anytime, anywhere. You get nothing but danger to your life."

He made it very clear that killing these people under the current circumstances is about... a matter of tens of dollars, and these tens of dollars are just bullet money.

He doesn't need to pay even a penny more for the follow-up work for those whom he ordered to be killed, and the provincial governors will help him deal with this turmoil.

Things can be done, but the words are still the same, not necessary.

Nell also sighed, "Then let them go like that?" He grunted through gritted teeth, "They broke our gate, our house, took our things, and Broke my head and just let them go?"

Lynch looked at Nell up and down, and the latter was a little uncomfortable, "Look, you didn't do it when I let you out, and now you're uncomfortable..."

He said and laughed, and as the laughter gradually stopped, there was a little more play on his face, "Don't worry, Nell, this thing won't be so simple, it's over, I'm a fair one. People, remember, I'll give them a fair result..."

Lynch shook his head, "In short, you know."

"Can you talk about it?", Nell sat down on Lynch's side, "Am I the only one who knows?"

Lynch didn't say anything, and squinted at him, his face was shocked, "Don't you believe me?"

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Lynch's actions were not in vain after all. When they saw these foreigners shoot those compatriots recklessly, some people couldn't bear the fear in their hearts.

In their eyes, the incomparably powerful chief of police is like a rabbit that has been castrated all the time, standing beside Lynch with his legs clamped. Once the chief of police is serious, those who steal things There is absolutely no escape.

This is also a problem of a closed society, and it is impossible to get out. Can't get in.

Compared with adults, they have better psychological endurance. Some young people who have some understanding of the world, but do not understand it, are more likely to be afraid.

They know the cruelty of some societies, but they are not complete. They also have a little understanding of the rules of society and its operation mechanism. This kind of perception that they seem to understand but don't know much makes them instinctively feel fear.

Not long after Lynch left, a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old walked into the camp with a torn bag containing bottles and cans.

He put his things in a random place - he didn't even drop them, but put them down gently, then turned and was about to leave.

At this time, someone stopped him.

"Sir?", the young man turned around and looked timidly at a foreigner in his forties, some bald, with fear hidden in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stolen the things here."

"It's okay, your honesty saved you. Mr. Lynch knew someone would take the first step. You're an amazing person, so you got a chance."

"He asked me to ask you a question, would you like to work for him?"

The young man was stunned for a few seconds, and then nodded frantically, "Yes sir, yes sir, I thought Mr. Lynch was working, what does he need to do for him?"

"I can do anything!", he puffed out his thin chest, "I can run fast, and many people can't catch up with me."

He boasted of his own merits, and the deputy manager's eyes inadvertently swept away from the bag of things stolen by the young man in front of him, "A job, it may be some manual work, or it may be going abroad to work. ."

"Mr. Lynch has his own business in... the world, we need some reliable, honest people, and you fit that profile..."

When the young man walked out of the camp in a daze, he didn't even think that fate would play such a big joke on him!

He just brought back what he stole, and Mr. Lynch will give him a job, maybe even a job abroad!

Everyone knows how good the welfare of these foreigners is. Aser has read out the recruitment policy a few days ago. The daily salary of nearly 200 galiles (one fifty cents of federal sol) makes many Everyone is very excited!

And theirs also promises a free lunch and distributes some labor protection supplies. These conditions are too attractive!

Everyone wants to be an employee of Mr. Lynch, wearing decent work attire and going in and out of the clean and tidy factory gates, but the opportunity is unlikely to fall on everyone who needs it.

He went to the audition, but failed. The recruiter said he was too thin to meet the requirements.

I didn't expect the lost hope, here's a turnaround!

Not long after he walked out, some peers and some adults also gathered around and asked what he had talked to the deputy manager while he was inside.

They were looking out at ~IndoMTL.com~ just to see what Lynch would do, and they were eager to know what the teenager was saying to the people inside.

The young man was very honest. He told others what he knew, including the other party's promise. He was affirmed by Mr. Lynch because he followed "Lord Lynch's rules".

He will be an employee of Mr. Lynch!

This has ignited the enthusiasm of people to return the "booty". No matter how valuable the scrap metal is, it is not as real as a job in a foreign-funded enterprise!

The second person appeared. He carried a gramophone into the camp. Soon he came out of the camp with a look of surprise on his face and looked at the others laughing. The meaning was self-evident.

In less than a day, not only have all the lost things in the camp been recovered, but also a lot of odds and ends...

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