Blackstone Code Chapter 490: The end and the new mayor
"The Commonwealth will really enjoy it!"
Standing on the roof of the reinforced bus, the captain of the hunting team was holding a variegated Klove from the Federation, and it was a very cheap kind.
This variegated Kelefu is not like a solid-color Kelefu, which is not suitable for inhalation. The variegated Kelefu has a considerable proportion of tobacco added to it, which can be inhaled by people, and it has a lot of energy.
The manufacturers of these Kelefu have shown more than once to people that the mixture of Kelefu leaves and tobacco leaves will not cause too much harm to the human body as long as the dose does not exceed a certain amount, but there is still a considerable amount of damage every year. Some people died of some problems due to excessive smoking of variegated Cloves.
But even so, the sales of variegated are still very high, because it is very powerful.
This kind of jin is not like the "jin" of alcohol, which makes people lose control of themselves. This kind of jin will only make people feel a little dizzy and some inexplicable happiness, but they will not lose control of their own body.
The whole world seems to be slowly spinning, people will become hyperactive, breathing will be a little short, and there doesn't seem to be much other manifestations.
After a large number of exports to Nagalil from Kloof, some local privileged people began to indulge in this kind of thing that can provide them with more happiness.
Its energy is fast, and it will not affect people's judgment on emergencies, which is especially suitable for various teams hunting on the grasslands.
They forbade drinking because they were so drunk that they couldn't respond effectively when a beast attacked the camp, which has happened more than once in history.
A group of hunters got drunk at night, and then they were served by some wild animals, so the hunting group is not allowed to bring alcoholic beverages after entering the grassland.
Variegated Clover solves this problem that plagues people. It is easy to carry and has a lot of energy. Bring a few and insert them into the spare belt. When needed, take a few puffs, and then press it off. Plug it back in, loved by hunters.
At this time, the summoned hunting group has approached the edge of the city, and they are one of the back-hands to solve the chaos.
It is ridiculous to say that the United Kingdom of Nagalil does not actually have a large-scale formed army. It has been in the past. In a relatively backward and barbaric period, the struggle for power and theocracy required bloodshed, but even the At that time, the army was also more like the army of the clan.噺⒏⑴The fastest full text of 祌文んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/
They will only obey the provincial governors in various regions. They are also the children or slaves of the clan to which the provincial governor belongs. Later, with the development of society, this kind of private army gradually withdraws from the stage.
The central government, that is, the royal family, has gathered all the military establishments, and the mobilization of this part of the army requires the consent of the royal family, which also makes the provincial governors very uneasy about the "military".
They are more willing to mobilize their own private soldiers or those hunting groups than to mobilize the army, which involves a lot of distribution of rights, which is also the main reason why the provincial governor asked the hunting group to come back to solve the turmoil.
As soon as the hunting group entered the edge of the city, they encountered a mob. The captain of the motley Klove was hanging on the roof. He raised the weapon in his hand, checked the bullet skillfully, opened the insurance, and turned his head to look at himself. The person next to him asked, "Have you ever hunted people?"
The assistant beside him froze for a moment, and the next second, the gunshot rang out.
There was a young man with a stone in his hand and some kind of mad hatred on his face. He was only about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was about to throw a stone at the convoy, and a bullet flew half of him. His cheeks, the whole person flew backwards two or three meters, and rolled on the ground two more times before completely stopping.
Blood quickly spread from his wound, staining a large area of the land.
The power of shotguns is too great. These guns are used to deal with those beasts. The weakest of those things are stronger than humans. They can shoot their bullets and kill humans without any effort.
The mob who blocked the road and seemed to want to loot the convoy broke into chaos in an instant. Some people were fleeing, and some people threw stones in their hands and things they could find on the roadside at the convoy.
These attacks are too weak, the captain laughed wildly, while laughing, he instinctively raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
They spend every day in the killing, from being uncomfortable at the beginning, to adapting to this kind of life, to being very interested in this kind of life, to the last numbness.
Shooting has become an instinct second only to breathing.
Every time the trigger is pulled, every shot is fired, a life disappears. Without a clear objective understanding of their own, they have become the masters of life.
Some people even think about a question, that is, is the feeling of killing the same as killing those animals?
Some people have always had such doubts, some people have verified, for those who have not verified, now, this is a good opportunity.
This sound of gunshots is like a **** prelude. The hunters in the cars behind them, armed with modern weapons, begin to find their targets and shoot freely. Every bullet takes away a life. , as they did on the steppe.
There is no moral guilt, no so-called horror of killing one's own kind, only a pale numbness after a brief exhilaration.
"Go back to your own house, and let me see you on the street again, you are just like those stinky meats on the roadside!", the hunting team roared past, leaving one after another dead, But there is also a clear message to send people back to their homes. First release https://(www)https://m/.x81zw./com/
This method of suppressing turmoil is better than preaching. People have not raised any protests, and they will not be like the Federals, in order to prove that they were born free, and they have to show their free spirit at gunpoint.
Although people all want to have a good baby and have an indifferent attitude towards life, no one really wants to die.
Those who really want to die have already died long ago, and those who can survive until now do not want to die.
The hunting team went directly into the city from multiple routes. Wherever there were mob gatherings, there was a hunting team. They were like hunters wandering in the urban bushes, hunting down all unruly human beings.
It only took one day, and by night, the unrest that lasted for nearly two weeks had basically subsided.
In the open space, under the guns of hunters, some untouchables who were recruited were carrying corpses one after another and threw them to the firewood, and these corpses were to be burned.
Even at the end of October, the air in Nagalil is hot and humid, an environment ideal for bacteria to thrive.
So many people died all at once, if not dealt with properly, there may be a plague in the city.
The mobs who were invincible before the hunting party entered the city have now become what they were before, timid, cowardly, and dare not even raise their heads when walking.
As a crudely crafted incendiary bomb was thrown into the firewood in a circle in the air, the flame spread instantly, and the roaring flame rose with the trend, burning all the ugliness and sins to the torch.
"The air won't smell so good these days..." In the beautiful room, there are still various kinds of wine and food on the table, the band is playing soothing music, everything is so beautiful.
Lynch shook his head and said, "But the good news is that everything will be smoother."
"We have no competitors, and the market is firmly in our hands, but I also have to tell you, don't think that you can control the market without more competitors. This is not allowed."
"The friendship between the Commonwealth and Nagalil is enduring (it can stand the baptism of history, and will not fade even if it is long), and some laws of the Commonwealth exist, although there is no express here that it exists and is valid, But we should also obey."
There are many federal businessmen around Lynch. During this period of time, they were frightened, and they were all frightened, especially today.
The sound of gunfire outside made them almost think that the mob had staged a coup d'etat, and it was not until this moment that the gunfire died down that they understood that the unrest was over.
This also gave them a... absurd feeling, knowing that in a similar riot in the Commonwealth, at best the militia would be responsible for maintaining order, rather than shooting those who caused the riot.
But here, the best way to deal with unrest is to deal with those who are causing it, and it's scary that something is getting out of their awareness and control of reality.
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"Next, we will make a new plan for the city. Here I have to mention the mayor's family who was attacked and killed by a mob in the turmoil, which also makes us realize the importance of peace."
Lynch turned around suddenly and waved to the chief of the police station who was standing aside like the background here. He lowered his head slightly, "Mr. Lynch, do you have any orders?"
Lynch shook his head. He smiled and held the police chief's arm lightly, looking at the others, "There is a sad side to us, and an uplifting side."
"During this turmoil, the police chief's performance was very good and outstanding. After discussing with the Governor of Drago, I decided to promote the police chief to the mayor of the city. I believe he will be qualified for this new role. work.”
He smiled and stretched out his hand, "Congratulations, the new mayor."
The smile on his face was very subtle. He already knew the facts. In fact, with Lynch's intelligence and his knowledge of the situation, he could easily guess the general answer.
It is a good choice to promote the Chief of Police, this is a smart guy, very obedient, which is very important.
After a brief absence of attention, the police chief flashed some incredible light in his eyes. He was exaggerating, clasping Lynch's hand with both hands, and bowing his head, "I will definitely not disappoint Mr. Lynch, And everyone's expectations and affirmations for me..."