Blackstone Code Chapter 483: Out of control in planning

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"Kill these foreigners to death!"

The shouting in the crowd is getting louder and louder. At the beginning, people were a little dazed. The Nagalils actually have no tradition of resistance. Religion always tells them that patience is better than seeking vengeance. They have a chance to vote for a Good tires.

The vast majority of people don't have the potential and idea to "take the lead". In fact, the people who come around are mostly just to watch the fun. By the way, to see if there is any chance to take advantage of it, it's like they attacked before. Lynch's Workers' Quarters, or stormed into the rich man's house and looted it not so long ago.

They are vicious in their crimes against their fellow men, like petty thefts, and once these people are caught, it is basically difficult to see the police while alive.

But for foreigners, they don't have the courage to "kill them", because these foreigners have played the role of the third ruling class for a long time in the past, and their social and political status is far from far higher than ordinary people.

Ordinary people may dare to follow the trend to get some benefits, but no one dares to call out "kill them". The nature is different and it is too dangerous.

In Nagalil, the gods forgive the crimes of the rich, but never the poor.

But at this moment, someone shouted, and it seemed that they planned to do so.

A young Nagalil climbed the walls of a wealthy house, his face was full of anger, he waved his fists and screamed with all his strength, "Come in and kill these foreigners, Take back everything that belongs to us!"

Although he was quickly knocked over by the stick, a second person appeared, a third person, and people's faces showed something that had never been seen before.

"It's not ours." The al-Shabaab leader of Mengwu Province, who had rushed over, looked a little dignified. He was half-squatting on the canopy of a tree more than 20 meters away.

The view here is good, you can clearly see most of the rich man's house, as well as those compatriots who are gathering more and more.

He also sat next to some of the backbone of the al-Shabaab, with their people under the tree.

Since they heard that a foreigner tortured and killed a domestic maid, they actively followed up on the incident and rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

But what I didn't expect was that there are people faster than them, those who are taking the lead in storming the rich mansions.

Before they were not able to find these people from the crowd, but now, they have been exposed.

It is precisely because these people are not from the al-Shabaab that the young people who are not tall feel that things are a little troublesome.

He is very aware of the virtues of the natives of Nagalil, that is, his compatriots. They will never and dare not do such a thing, let alone they have looted another rich man's house before. - Their hands are empty, and as the first people to rush into the house, they deserve more than the others.

If they have something, they shouldn't continue to make trouble, but go back home quickly, hide the things, and after the storm is over, they will sell it to the merchants who collect stolen goods on the nearby black market and make a fortune .

This is almost an unspoken tradition, the rules, everyone is doing it, as for being caught, you can only say that you are unlucky, and you will make a fortune if you are not caught.

But these people don't, they have empty hands, they don't hold anything, the anger on their faces is too exaggerated, and their actions are... too purposeful, they are not al-Shabaab, there is a problem here, there must be a problem !

The other young man sitting next to him didn't feel anything, and there was some excited smile on his face, "It doesn't matter if it's ours or not, I admire them for their courage and determination, we should Incorporate them into the organization!"

He was still a little bit eager to say, "This kind of thing can't just let others show off, we should also rush to it, this is a good opportunity for people to understand us!"

Al-Shabaab in Nagalil is not very well-known, and young people who are not tall think that it is not the best time, and it is better not to be too arrogant until they have some "real things" in their hands .

This will attract the attention of the local official, religious and third ruling class, and they have also destroyed two temples, and now some guardians are tracking them.

So he did not agree immediately, but was thinking and weighing, and in the process, he saw those people climbed over the courtyard wall and opened the door from the inside, and people rushed like a tide under the leadership of several people Entering the courtyard, the thugs who were in charge of driving people away were also scattered and overwhelmed by the crowd.

The companion next to him jumped directly from the tree, and after landing, he raised his head and looked up at him, "Let's go up too, it's time to let people know about us!"

The leading young man who was not tall was still a little hesitant. He watched those people rush into the house. He heard the voice of his companion "If you don't go, it will be too late", he gritted his teeth and jumped from the tree. down.

In fact, it's not just his cadre, other people are also looking at him excitedly, there is a desire to do big things, but they don't know that the youth party is not strong enough, and hastily shouldered some unreasonable things. It's their responsibility that hurts them.

Looking at these companions, the young man changed his words slightly, "Our battlefield is not here, remember what I told you before, what we want is their property, their wealth, not killing them. They vent their anger!"

"It's easy to kill them, but their property will be confiscated by the government, you should be very aware of our...the virtues of those people, I ask you to split up and go to other places immediately and help those people before the situation escalates further Make a decision!"

He looked at everyone around him, "I have a hunch that this is going to be a big deal, maybe you're right, so let's get started!"

Some big trends are irresistible. In fact, he is also very confused now. He can feel that a trend is rapidly advancing, and even he can feel that some people are "helping" them, but this feeling is not Great.

As for what's wrong, he doesn't know. The only thing they can do now is to speed up the plan. Their original plan was to let those foreign businessmen who were ready to flee die on the way out of Nagalil, so that their children , or their native family members in Nagalil, would be able to inherit their wealth.

This includes all things that can be inherited such as cash, assets, etc. The wealth of these rich people must also be inherited in order to better return to people's hands.

Otherwise the government will find all sorts of reasons to confiscate the property and kick out the people who live in it, as they often do.

This is supposed to be something that won't take too long, but it won't happen now, and there needs to be some arrangements, but it's too late.

More and more people are pouring in from all directions, some people have already started rushing to the next yard, and the police who show up in time every time are still not showing up, all this indicates that a storm is forming!

At the same time, Mr. Simon, who has been almost cleaned up, just waiting for someone to take over his property, and then can leave immediately, also learned the news from some channels.

He immediately asked the housekeeper to close all the doors, then he took the shotgun and sat in the study with the fewest windows.

He was a little nervous. One of his friends was talking to him in a panic just now, saying that the locals were crazy, they were madly attacking his house, and the noisy environment made him unable to hear each other clearly. After saying something, everything was calm after a dull sound like a broken bone.

But soon, a local accent lingered on the phone - "You're next, sir!"

Mr. Simon was terrified. After the call, he ran to the edge of the yard and looked out. There were already some locals on the street who didn't belong here.

It must be said here that foreigners have their own neighborhoods and communities. The foreigner neighborhoods and communities in each city in Nagalil are very prosperous and lively places, but there are not many Nagalilians in these places. .

Because the high consumption here makes ordinary Nagalilans not eligible to appear here, the police will also help the rich to stop those who may come in for begging or theft, and keep them out of the community. place.

Just looking at the environment within the community, sometimes people don't think this is Nagalil and feel like this is in their own country.

Everything is so beautiful, quiet, there is no odor, and there are no Nagarians in ragged clothes to be seen.

But now, there are out there, and there seem to be more and more.

Mr. Simon cursed at the police who were supposed to beat the locals with sticks and keep them out, for not doing their job well and giving up the idea of ​​leaving immediately.

He doesn't have the guts to hurt others before they hurt him. He is still a law-abiding person, so he suspects that if he drives, he will be stopped. Now hiding at home has become the best choose.

He picked up his hunting shotgun~IndoMTL.com~ and sat in the study, he was a little strange checking everything about this shotgun, the bullets.

Any movement in his ear can make him panic.

He tilted his head and looked out the window, there seemed to be some noise outside, he picked up the phone and wanted to call the number of the police station again, but this time, the receiver didn't even give him a tone, what sound nothing.

Telephone cord cut?

He was a little frightened and even more nervous. He shouted the housekeeper's name loudly. After a while, the door of the study opened.

"Master..."

"I'm a little thirsty. Also, send someone to find out why our phone line is broken. Besides, are there many people on the road outside?", he wiped the sweat from his temples, "I feel a little noisy. , it wasn't like this before."

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