Blackstone Code Chapter 488: The lackey, general direction and pass
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People don't die immediately after being shot.
From birth to death, there is a process. Once Gefra biologists conducted an experiment, they promised death row prisoners some benefits and let death row prisoners accept their research.
The most famous is the decapitation experiment.
Generally, after beheading, the head of the executed prisoner will roll a few times. If this is a myth or a legendary novel, there may be a black dog running away with the head in his mouth.
But this is the story of the study. People fixed the head of the death row prisoner on a bracket, and then the blade quickly cut off the connection between their head and the body. At this time, the scientists would ask questions, and the death row prisoner would follow the scientists. Ask questions and answer them by all means, such as looking at the different options on the left and right with your eyes.
The purpose of this experiment is to prove that even if the head is cut off, people will not die immediately. It sounds boring and cruel, but it does provide a lot of necessary content for the field of biology.
In the end, most of the death row inmates retained their ability to think for a period of time after their bodies were separated. They were able to answer two to three questions, and then, as the blood in their brains was depleted and emptied, they truly entered a state of death.
So after being shot in the body, Misehaye didn't die immediately. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground, looking at the police chief with a pained expression, and at this guy who was wagging his tail in front of him and begging for pity.
Some gunshots were heard elsewhere in the basement, and a woman's screams were heard, but it all fell into silence within a dozen seconds.
"Your Excellency the Governor knows that you have embarrassed Mr. Lynch. For the friendship between Nagalil and the Commonwealth, and for the friendship between His Excellency the Governor and Mr. Lynch, he asked me to convey his apologies to you."
The police chief tugged hard at the corner of his clothes to make his clothes more docile. He adjusted his armed belt again, so that he looked very energetic all the time.
Mishehaya can feel his breath getting weaker and weaker with each breath, he said in a very reluctant voice, "But that's... what Drager's son asked me to do, not my thoughts. ."
"But Mr. Lynch doesn't know!", the police chief raised his gun and pointed at him, "Is there anything else I need to tell you, if not, I will send you back to God's arms now."
Mishehaya didn't even think about surviving, he could feel the blood seem to pour into one of his lung lobes, and now he can only breathe on the other, such a terrible amount of bleeding, in medical facilities and Nagalil, who is technologically backward, cannot survive at all.
He flashed some schadenfreude, possibly schadenfreude, as he looked at the police chief, "It's me now, you're next!"
The police chief was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullets pierced through the once arrogant face of Mayor Mischahaye one after another, smashing the face until the firing pin was empty. The voice came, and the police chief realized that he had emptied a bunch of bullets.
His expression was a little sluggish. After a while, he put away the pistol. He looked at Misehaye, who could no longer identify his identity, and shook his head, "I'm not you, you have the value of being used, and I Just a dog."
Speaking of which, he went out from here with an expression on his face that he didn't know whether it was regret or luck.
The smell of blood has spread, and everyone in the basement can't die anymore.
Seeing those subordinates with guns in their hands, the police chief adjusted his armed belt once again, "I checked, Mayor Mishehaya has been attacked and killed by gangsters, this is what Mengwu did. The worst case the province has ever encountered, and I swear to the gods here that I will catch those murderers!"
The policemen with blood stains left on their faces, bulging pockets in their pockets, and the residual heat of the gun's muzzle were still a little hot, straightening their spines in excitement, loudly echoing the police chief's oath to solve the case as soon as possible.
The sun shines from outside the basement on their wide-brimmed hats, and the badges shine brightly at this moment.
The news of Mishehaya's death in the attack was not disclosed immediately, and even Drager and Lynch didn't start to rectify the riots outside, they were still waiting.
In fact, both Drager and Lynch are very clear that they push the local lower class against the middle and upper classes, the ruling class, in fact, to completely shuffle the cards.
The Commonwealth is here. This is not a phrase like saying hello to each other about the new things happening around. It is a real phenomenon.
The Commonwealth has come with a strong posture that most people in Nagalil cannot understand. The first step after these people come is to shuffle the cards. Those middle and upper classes who already have many resources, if they do not have Get ready and they'll be washed off, like they are now.
The city outside is ablaze with fire, and the riots have begun to spread to other places. The bottom of the society who did not get much benefit here began to go to other cities to find opportunities. It is possible that the turmoil caused by the riots will spread to the entire Nagali. you.
This may also be what some people want, when they didn't know what to do, Lynch lit the fire.
Lynch, who returned to the room, undressed with the help of the maid and entered the bathroom.
I have to say that Drager still enjoys it, of course, it has something to do with the local traditional culture.
The 40 to 50-square-meter bath is filled with hot water with a faint smell of sulfur. This is the hot spring water drawn from the ground. The comfortable design allows Lynch to lie down but not sink. The groove, where he was lying, was blowing from the cool wind, the tropical jungle at night was not far away, except for some annoying mosquitoes that occasionally flew nearby, it was perfect at this time.
He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the heat and comfort brought by the hot water flowing on the surface of his body, which made him want to squint for a while.
He is thinking about the situation here, breaking the inherent local ruling structure and ruling class, it is the plan that he and the joint development company decided before coming.
If you don't get rid of the ruling class who have not joined the joint development company in the past, they will probably waste a lot of time and energy around local factional struggles in the future.
Then the best thing to do now is to detonate the conflict as soon as it comes up, and then force the locals to stand in line.
If they are willing to cooperate, they will be given the status of federal people. This is actually very important. As long as they become federal people, they do not need to consider that they will abandon their cooperative relationship with the joint development company for various reasons.
Be aware that their rule will end when I know that their rulers have abandoned them too, and have abandoned faith and gods.
The rest is to eliminate those who stand on their opposite sides. Maybe these people didn't know anything from the beginning, they didn't know that they had been passively lined up, they didn't even know that they didn't even have a chance to choose, no know a lot.
But it doesn't matter, what matters is the space, the new space released, and a new batch of Nagalils will replace these people and become a new privileged class and even the ruling class with the help of the Commonwealth, the Commonwealth will...
His...
Lynch's muscles suddenly tensed, but quickly relaxed.
He didn't open his eyes, he was just thinking about some of the next work, so that he didn't notice that a second person came in the bath.
Because the water waves that the body stirred up caused ripples on the calm water surface of the entire bath, the maids standing outside the bath were blushing and watching what happened here, a little shy, but also a little bit shy curious.
Lynch's breathing was a little heavy. After a while, the water wave gradually calmed down.
"How much did Little Fox pay you?" Lynch said, his voice hoarse, "Is there any water?"
Soon, the maid came to him with a tray containing four beverages: wine, fruit wine, juice and scented tea.
He hesitated and chose flower tea, alcohol is not a good thing, although many people like him, he has seen those people who are alcoholic.
Many people think that alcoholism is nothing but shaking hands, but it's not. It's just a side effect. In the end, alcohol will kill people.
The juice is too sweet and young people might like it, but Lynch, being an "old man", prefers something bland.
The tired Penny was lying beside him, her rosy face as if she had left the sunset on her cheeks, she panted slightly, her breathing was a little heavy, "30,000 yuan, the agency will take three points Second, the rest is mine."
Lynch's voice recovered, and he looked at the girl unexpectedly, "They care about you very much, and I thought it would be less if they could give you so much."
From an ordinary person who has no experience in the entertainment industry to a star, the brokerage company needs to pay a lot of price.
Time, money, personal connections, not everyone can be successful and can make the brokerage company pay back, so a large part of the artist's income will be taken away by the brokerage company at the beginning.
Until the artists started to become popular, they kept modifying the share, and finally only got 5% to 10%. With Penny's current influence, she should not get as much as 1/3~IndoMTL.com ~Penny pouted, she turned around and fetched a tropical fruit from the fruit basket beside the bath, took a bite, and the juice splashed, "Because they thought I could become a big star, they gave it to me at first. The contract is a bit higher than the others."
As she spoke, she leaned over again, tilted her head, and looked at Lynch's handsome face lying in the water, a little dazed.
But soon she came back to her senses, bit her lip and asked, "How about this time, I didn't screw it up?"
Lynch thought for a while and commented, "At first, I was honestly a little unskilled, but later on, I can give you a passing score."
"What?"
"Only passing grades?"
"I think I did a good job this time!"
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