Blackstone Code

The federal army has combat drills for street fighting.

Considering the possibility of invasion in the future...no, the possibility of invasion by other countries, the long east coast actually does not have any resistance capabilities.

It is impossible for the Federation to build the entire coastline into a defense line that cannot be landed. The only thing it can do is to build some fortifications to delay the enemy's landing as much as possible.

But in the end, the enemy will definitely land on the federal mainland. If the war has progressed to fighting the enemy at home, it means that the federal navy is completely finished.

Without the suppression and coordination on the sea, the only thing that can be done is to let the enemy in, and then launch street fighting to annihilate the enemy.

Especially for the sea and land stormtroopers, the daily training contains the most content related to street fighting.

Sanchez named some people and places, which made the colonel a little impatient, "I don't know these people or these places..."

He took a map from the adjutant's hand, slapped it on the table, and then threw a marker pen on the map. "Now you use this pen to circle the target we need to attack. This will be helpful to both of us." It will be very convenient for everyone.”

Without thinking much, Sanchez circled two places on the map with his left hand, then looked at the colonel, "There are only these two gangs in this city. If they are eliminated, I can gather the remaining power in this city." , turning them into my people.”

The upper limit took a look at the map and summoned several subordinates. They each took out a smaller map and circled the place circled by Sanchez.

After the work was assigned, it was already getting a little brighter. The colonel asked: "Is there anything else you want to add?"

Sanchez shook his head, "No more."

"Very well, let's start taking action!"

…

Locas is the leader of the Eagle Gang. The previous gang leader was his brother. His brother died in an attack, so he became the new leader. It is like a family business.

It’s not that no one else wants to be a leader, but the leader must at least be rich.

People here are very realistic and follow whoever has money.

Ambition, dreams, etc. are not worth a penny here. No one will sacrifice their life for others for ambition or dreams that are worthless.

If you want those people to stand next to you with guns and take bullets for you, first you have to come up with the money to make them willing to do that.

It is said that it is a gang, but it is actually working towards the goal of a small warlord. This is the common dream of the Locas family, including his dead family members, to become a warlord, have a large number of manpower, and become the supreme ruler of a region. .

The people at the bottom of Marillo are so miserable. It seems that their world has been full of poverty since birth. Many people's annual income is only twenty or thirty yuan when converted into federal soles.

Many people do not have stable income. They are short-term or temporary workers. It is not easy to find a job. What is even more confusing is that they always use the money they earn for gambling.

Here you can often see undressed children running around on the street. There are both boys and girls. At most, they are wearing pants that are as small as possible. The reason is that they are not old, but most of them still wear pants. Can't afford clothes.

It sounds unbelievable why some people can't afford to wear clothes, maybe they are thinking about it too.

Good fabrics are given priority to those members of the family who can make money, and then to the labor force. Family members such as children who have no ability to work, cannot bring in income, and often get their clothes dirty and damaged have no need to wear clothes.

When they get older, they may have some clothes that have been discarded by their older siblings or parents, but they didn’t have them when they were young.

In short, it is very poor here and people's lives are very difficult.

The Mallorians originally set a lot of rules. For example, only Mallorians can be officials and set up companies. The Mallorians are just bitches dominated by the Mallorians and are only qualified to engage in the dirtiest and most despicable jobs. .

This has also led to a high concentration of wealth in the hands of certain people. These people are the real rulers. They don't care about the lives of the people at the bottom, so the Marillo people gave them a big surprise.

If someone is unwilling to live in abject poverty all his life, the best way is to use his own life to build a future.

This is also the main reason for the current situation in Marillo. The bottom class, who have been oppressed for too long, stood up and blew the horn of freedom...

But in fact, people's lives have not changed. People are still too poor. They are so poor that they can't get much money even if they rob outside!

The warlords only care about making money for themselves. They don't care about the lives of ordinary people. Those Malorians who stood up seem to have become new Malorians, and the world has become a mess.

I thought that some people, those resisters, would stand up and change the current situation of Marillo, but what I didn't expect was that they pushed Marillo into the abyss again.

Being born in this era, in Marillo, is perhaps the saddest thing in the world.

But people who have already been born can only find ways to change their destiny.

Locas, who had just personally hosted the "Glory Kill" yesterday, drank too much and was taking a rest.

"Glory killing" is a very religious and ritualistic killing method. It is not just a simple killing to vent anger, but also has some profound meanings.

Just like those corpses hanging from street lamps, hanging them there is not to scare anyone, but to meet a certain need.

glory.

Or something.

Locas was a little thirsty in his sleep, and when he turned over, he heard some sounds that he had never heard before.

tongtongtong……

It was like... He opened his eyes and listened carefully, just like last winter when he put a bottle of corked milk from the federal glass bottle on the stove to heat.

His original intention was to heat it up a little. No one likes to drink something too cold in the winter.

But he quickly started making out with the girls, and then forgot about the milk bottle on the stove. He didn't know how long it took before he heard the sound.

A tong.

When he walked to the kitchen, the cork that was difficult to unscrew flew somewhere, the milk splashed out, and there was a strange smell in the kitchen.

At that time, it was like this sound, like a rapid jet of air shooting something onto the wall.

Someone boil milk?

That idiot must not have known to unscrew the cap first!

He was later told why this happened, but he did not remember why it happened. He only knew that before heating the milk in the glass bottle, the cork had to be removed.

Locas laughed and wondered who was so stupid. He closed his eyes. He could still sleep for a while.

But the next second, he opened his eyes.

There can't be so many people boiling milk at the same time, and there isn't that much milk here!

The slightly warm touch of the pistol under the pillow made him feel a little safer. He silently pushed away the girl next to him whose limbs were entangled with him, and walked to the window.

At dawn, some smoke pillars rose from some places in the city. It may be that a fire broke out last night, or someone was burned to death.

This kind of thing happened almost every day. He didn't think it was anything special, and his eyes quickly turned to the yard.

Locas is the leader of the gang and the future "general". There are always people standing guard outside his house.

Don't expect everyone to be "just" in the battles between warlords and gangs. Many dignitaries and warlords in Marillo died in assassinations, which also made people pay special attention to their own safety.

But now, there should be people patrolling around the house, even if it's just a standing position, there is no one there.

At this moment, a very slight "tongtong" sound suddenly came from downstairs. He felt his heart tightening and seemed to have some premonitions.

He turned around and ran to the closet, where he found his body armor from a pile of scattered clothes.

"Damn, why is it so hard to put on!" He put the pistol in his hand on the table next to him. It was still difficult to use both hands together.

In fact, it is not difficult to put on a bulletproof vest. You just need to patiently fasten each lock and then tighten it firmly.

He hadn't worn it himself, and now he was so nervous that he couldn't wear it well at all.

He didn't know why he walked to the bed angrily and woke up the two girls who had been with him all night. "Get these..."

The bedroom door opened, and the three people looked outside the door. Two strange gun barrels appeared in front of them.

tong…

tongtong……

Until his death, Locas never figured out where these people came from, why those guns made tongtong sounds instead of snaps, and the last question

Why didn't these people hit his body armor?

Ryan only fired one shot, killing the young man who looked a little threatening. He was unable to take action on the two girls beside him.

He didn't think those two girls would pose a threat to them, or he hadn't fully adapted to this life yet.

Inexplicably, he got on the train, crossed the border, and began his overseas military mission. He thought it would take a while, but his mentality did not adjust.

What was even more difficult for him to accept was the attitude of the veterans.

One thousand of this group of three thousand people had completed their mission in the Amelia War Zone and had finished their vacation and were preparing to be transferred to the field. They were actively pulled over to participate in this operation.

Each person was responsible for bringing two newcomers, and a thousand newcomers went to Amelia.

The veteran glanced at Ryan, seeming to blame him for not shooting. He also walked into the room and shot the three people in the head again.

The whole process was silent, only the dull sound of tong...tong...tong gunshots.