Blackstone Code Chapter 837: Just a cigarette
The next day, several prisoners were beheaded in the square, bleeding all over the place.
The onlookers stared at the rolling heads, and behind the fearful eyes, there was some excitement.
It is true that the killing of one's own kind can make people feel uncontrollable sadness, but if the killing is not between opposing species, but only to show a position of power, then people will not be sad.
Only excited, envious, jealous, why I don't have such power.
The city hall announced to the public that these people were the gang members who robbed and killed Mike's group. They all had sacks over their heads, and no one could see their appearance.
People believe whatever the local government says, whether they really believe it or not, at least they won't take the initiative to stand up against the local government's practices and statements.
However, there are still some people who are circulating that those who were beheaded were not the mastermind and murderer of the Mack massacre.
Everyone knows who did these things, and also knows that those people are still alive and well, and who is lying, you can see at a glance.
But there's no need for people to come forward and say anything. Offending local governments is a stupid choice, as well as offending gang members.
It seems that this matter has ended, and the gentlemen of the city hall also hired cameras to take pictures of the execution. It is said that these will be sent to the federal government and told them that this is the end of the matter.
It sounds like... a bit of a laugh.
For these Scottish people who don't think they are backward, no matter how powerful the Bayer Federation is in the international arena, are they still being played at will by their not-so-famous small country?
This inexplicable sense of superiority made the onlookers in the square straighten their spines. Under the flash of the spotlight held by the photographer, the people looking sideways at the camera became the "Federal Times" next week. ” on the front page headlines.
People's heads twisted weirdly. In the center of the picture, more than a dozen corpses without heads fell neatly to one side. There were large bloodstains on the ground. In the distance, some children were laughing and kicking a human head... /
This is the end of it.
The 1.8-foot-8 gang leader sat in his chair while his men counted, folded, **** with strips of cowhide, and placed them on a huge table.
The table is full of money, piled up to a foot high. There are also some gold products and various jewelry near the leader. These money are exchanged for the goods of the Commonwealth.
Federal people are reluctant to ask for local currency, but for people living locally, they don't care, and they even feel that it is better to exchange local currency, at least it can be used anytime, anywhere.
This is only half, and the other half has not been sold. It is stored in the warehouse. When he needs to open up some relationships in the future, those carefully selected products can become the key.
No one would reject wealth, and no one would reject fine goods from the Commonwealth, which are not so easy to come by in the future.
Since Mike's shop was robbed and Mike's gang who ran the business were killed, a lot of federal businessmen have withdrawn during this time.
Even if there are some left, they are scaling back their businesses.
Thinking of this, the one-meter-eight gang leader wondered if he should do it again.
It's too addicting, the benefits are too great, the key is that he needs to "block" these markets back.
Only if the Commonwealth does not come to do business for a short period of time, the things in his hands can continue to appreciate in value.
Four or five days later, around ten o'clock in the morning, the gang leader, who was 1.8 meters tall, came out of the room with a lazy waist.
When the door opened, it revealed a woman lying on the bed in the room, naked and covered in injuries.
This woman is Mike's younger brother's little lover. In fact, as Mike said, there is no pure love story about a teenage girl falling in love with an old man in his forties.
This girl just wants to bond with Mike's brother and get a ticket out of Scotland from him.
For many girls living in poor, backward and chaotic areas, they are willing to pay any price for it as long as they can get out of that ghost place and have a temporary shelter outside!
It's a pity that Mike's younger brother got caught. The dawn of a good day has dispelled the darkness, but the eternal night has come...
The girl who was dying on the bed had no trace of activity in her mind. She didn't think or do anything. Her thinking seemed to come to a standstill.
Here, she's like a toy that anyone can play with.
When the boss finds the toy interesting, he will occupy her for a while, and then she will be given to others.
If she's unlucky and dies, then she'll be food for stray dogs, and if she's lucky and doesn't die, then she'll start changing into explicit clothes and doing the meanest things to make money for the gang.
On the day the future and hope died at the same time, she and her soul died too.
The one-meter-eight gang leader looked at the people running on the playground not far away with a smug look on his face.
In fact, at this stage, he is almost a small clan.
He has money, people, weapons, and is ruthless enough that ordinary forces would not dare to collide with him.
In another three or five years of business, I might even be a mayor or a military officer.
In Scotland, a backward and barbaric country, power is never inherited, but seized.
These people in the yard are his future capital. There are some young people who have recently recruited in. Many of these young people with fierce faces are well-known outside.
But in front of him, all of them are well-behaved like the girl in the room.
His approach stopped the people who were running. He took out a cigarette, and immediately someone walked over to light the fire and handed it over.
He intends to say something to establish and deepen his position in the hearts of these people, which is also a way to bring people closer together.
The flames in front of him approached his mouth a little. He lowered his head and pointed the cigarette, but at this moment, with a sudden sound, he rolled and fell to the ground, looking at the huge body that was slowly falling down. The pulpy brain pondered a problem with the last few stubbornness.
It's just a cigarette, can you **** blow your head off?
This sudden change left everyone dumbfounded. The 1.8-meter gang leader has been in the area for many years.
It's not that no one has challenged him, it's just that everyone who has challenged him is already dead, so that no one thinks of stepping on his head to ascend to the top.
But, at this moment, he died.
One shot blew his head off, followed by more intense gunshots, but something wasn't quite right.
These gunshots are not like the local guns used by the locals, or the guns from abroad.
These gunshots are "chu Chu Chu" continuous together, not harsh, not loud, but can be clearly heard.
The people who just stopped and gasped were like ears of wheat being reaped by the scythe of death, each with blood blooming on their bodies and then falling down, and now they don't even know what happened.
At this moment, three soldiers in thick combat uniforms broke through the door. Those who pretended to be dead, as well as the people in the room, realized that the person who attacked them just now was on the roof next door.
These people are well-trained and walk alternately, and those who play dead have no chance of escaping, and when they come in, they give everyone a shot, all in the head.
I've heard of people with a heart on the other side, but no one has heard of a person with a head on their butt, and that's true.
Whether you play dead or not, you can't die any longer.
Occasionally, gunshots sounded, but they died down quickly, and all the people in the surrounding rooms were cleaned up, leaving no survivors.
Except for the girls who look like victims, of course.
They were driven together, shivering, some were vomiting, some had fainted.
On the contrary, it was the girl with the naked body, who woke up after smelling the pungent **** smell. She shivered a little, and her eyes regained focus.
She looked around blankly, and soon her eyes fell on the gang leader who was 1.8 meters tall with only half of his head left.
She rushed over, grabbed with her hands and kicked with her feet, venting her anger and despair...
All the people who were killed were dragged to the center of the yard, and then someone took pictures of them, not forgetting to take a picture of the warehouse of these people, and took away the valuable and easy-to-carry things inside.
It took less than ten minutes from the first shot, to the end of all fighting, to evacuation.
Ten minutes later, the mayor was still sleeping, and the police chief had just gotten out of bed.
Ten minutes later, some daring people gathered outside the gate of the yard and bounced their heads inside.
"I swear we'll be punished when we go back this time!", the assaulter who was chewing tobacco leaves asked casually.
The thrill of killing has calmed down after a brief period of excitement, and he began to feel a little nervous. Tobacco chewing is a very good way to relax ~IndoMTL.com~ helps to relieve the tension.
The captain gave him a sideways glance, "Take care of yourself, I'll take care of the rest!"
In the back row of the car, a girl wrapped in sheets looked at these people, she didn't know how to describe her inner thoughts at this time.
I thought I fell into hell, but I didn't expect to climb up again...
She was about to leave when she saw these people, she suddenly said "Take me, I know Mike"
Then the captain took her with him.
This woman is a bit useful. This is the captain's idea. In Blackstone Security, if you want to be a captain, and be able to direct a military operation, you need not only enough professionalism, but also brains.
He knows what Mr. Lynch wants, and this girl has value.
He glanced back at the girl. "We might take a picture of you later, if you don't mind."
The girl doesn't care if her body will be seen by more people, she only has one question, "Can I go to the Baylor Federation?"