Blackstone Code

"You shouldn't do that..."

When walking out of the unfinished building, the team leader raised his hand and pulled Ryan, "You have softened your heart. This will be fatal to us."

Ryan was actually a little embarrassed. He felt that his squad leader was too cruel and would not even spare some innocent girls.

He even planned to go back and write a letter directly to report that his squad leader had killed innocent people indiscriminately, so at this time, he was very disdainful of what his squad leader said, and there was an unfriendly look in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm a mentally ill murderer?"

Ryan turned his head away from him, "No, I don't think so."

"Then why didn't you shoot?"

"Next time you encounter the same problem, will you choose not to shoot?"

Ryan didn't want to answer this question. He thought it was shameless and turned around to continue walking, but the squad leader stopped him again.

"Your thoughts will kill yourself and us. We encountered something more cruel in Amelia than what you saw."

“Have you ever seen a teenage girl walk in among us with a bomb in her skirt?”

“Have you ever seen a mother holding a child of any age approaching us asking for food?”

"You haven't seen anything. This is a battlefield. What you want to do is not mercy, but annihilation!"

The team leader said loudly. He looked at Ryan who was unconvinced and was silent for a while. "I was just like you before. You know, I just hope that we can all go back alive."

"This is not a military exercise of the federal army. This is a battlefield. What is happening here is a real war. We and the enemy must fight to the death in order to win."

"I hope we will win in the end..."

Ryan pursed his lips, "I will try to accept it. I don't know if what you said is right or not. I will see with my own eyes and tell you whether you are right or wrong."

This sentence may sound euphemistic, but in fact he did not bow his head. Instead, it was a "declaration of war."

Seeing Ryan striding away, the team leader laughed angrily, but soon showed a helpless expression. He didn't want to do this.

If you die here because of unnecessary pity, it is really not worth it.

If they were to fight for the country, they would at least be draped in the national flag and buried amidst people's praise and regret.

But it's not true. If you die here, you are dead. Even their bodies will not be sent back to the Federation. All their families are waiting for is a notification letter and a check.

He has seen this scene many times and he doesn't want to experience it again!

A veteran also came over and put his arm around his shoulders, "They will understand."

The squad leader sighed again, "I'm just afraid that by the time they understand, it will be too late."

The battle to encircle and suppress Rokas went very smoothly, thanks to an efficient silencer device that the federal military-industrial complex researched for the conflict in the Amelia region.

It is one foot long and weighs two pounds. It can effectively prevent the muzzle from producing gunfire and reduce the sound of the bullet when it comes out of the chamber.

In the Amelia region, once people expose themselves in the mountains and forests, they will soon find that there are enemies everywhere——

In fact, in the eyes of the enemy, there are federal people everywhere, but they are not exposed. The federal people are exposed, which is very important.

Therefore, extinguishing the flame and extinguishing the sound becomes very critical.

This is already the second generation muffler, which is much better than the first generation. The only drawback is that it is a bit heavy.

But it doesn't matter, no one cares about the weight, and they're not holding the gun all the time.

In less than half an hour, the gang members in this unfinished building were quickly eliminated without disturbing many people. There may be some missing, but those people no longer affect the overall situation.

At around 11 o'clock at noon, the group returned to the meeting point, and Sanchez still hadn't come to his senses.

Killed them all so quickly?

But he had to believe it because he also sent people to the scene and everyone was gone.

They definitely didn't run away because they heard something. They were still celebrating yesterday, so there is only one possibility: they have really disappeared.

The colonel nodded with satisfaction after listening to the battle report. More than ten people were injured. The reason for the injuries was that they were burned when they touched the muffler with their fingers.

The summer gloves currently used by the federal government are not cut-resistant. In order not to affect combat and finger flexibility, fingerless gloves are used.

The fingers of these unlucky guys were burned and blistered, but the problem was not serious. The doctor had already taken care of it, and they would continue to participate in the next battle.

After regaining his attention, the colonel looked at Sanchez, "Mr. Sanchez, our mission is to help you quickly establish your own power. I hope you will not waste our time. Next, I have some suggestions, maybe you will be interested. interest……"

Sanchez was still in a daze at this time. The people from Blackstone Security cleaned up the city so quickly, which was beyond his imagination.

He should obviously be happy, but for some reason, he just couldn't be happy.

It feels like...wood, a puppet!

He didn't know if others felt this way, but he did anyway.

All the federal people wanted was his skin, and they didn't really want to help him with anything. Even the "proposal" from the colonel in front of them was definitely not just a simple proposal.

That was an order and could not be refused.

Soon, Sanchez, who had been injured and hiding for many days, appeared on local TV again. He continued to talk about his ideas and wanted to impress all Marillos and Mallorians with sincerity and love. In order to build their own home together, Let go of those hatreds and come together.

He may not believe this nonsense himself, but that doesn't stop some people from actually believing it.

He returned to Marillo from the Federation alone and quickly gathered a group of people because a group of fools naively believed his lies.

They really thought it was Sanchez's own idea, and they seemed to forget that Sanchez was also an executioner.

But... nothing matters at this moment.

Sanchez soon gathered thousands of people, and the ideals were part of it, as was the much he gave.

It is equivalent to the salary paid by a medium-sized warlord. It is not difficult to find people who work for you in this city. The mayor has just been hanged. The entire city is in a state of disorder. Sanchez's power is rapidly increasing. swell.

Sanchez's recruitment made some people pay attention to him. The big warlords are fighting in a melee, and the small warlords will not relax. Annexing each other is the way to grow rapidly.

In a sense, the chaotic situation in Marillo is very similar to the seemingly orderly but actually disorderly expansion of the capital market.

Capital is never picky about food. As long as it suits them, they will not care about meaningless questions such as what camp the target is in or who it belongs to. They will only find the right moment, open their mouths, and then swallow it.

It's just that the war of capital can be whitewashed with many beautiful things, and some people even regard these as one of the signs of social progress - at least the market is free and unrestrained.

In war, apart from death and blood, there may only be some occasional flashes of humanity left in war, which can make people feel a little disturbed.

For a week, Sanchez has well consolidated the territory in his hands, and the next step is to expand outward.

During this process, Sanchez listened to the advice of the liaison officer and the colonel and took out a high-interest loan of 200 million federal soles from the six major federal banks.

This money will be used for him to expand his own strength. As for the collateral, it will be the trading rights and taxation rights on his territory in the future.

He actually didn't want to borrow it, but it was impossible not to borrow it. During this period, he understood another truth.

Just like he thinks that every federal person is similar, maybe to the federal people, every Mallorian is similar. As long as they have blue eyes, then these people can be "Sanchez".

With money, the people he recruits are more willing to work for him. In troubled times, there is no more satisfying method of payment than real money or a very strong currency such as the Federal Sole.

It was also on this day that the colonel thought it was time to expand.

"I noticed that there is a river to the east of us, which leads to the federal territory. If we occupy this river, some supplies can be supplied directly through the water network instead of taking land transportation and trains."

Others nodded. This idea is very correct. Why was it that in the last world war, there was no cession of land and the phenomenon was not serious?

Because the development of science and technology cannot keep up with the most basic needs of land harvesting, and without convenient transportation capabilities, even if you hold a piece of land in your hands, it will be a burden.

Not all countries urgently need to transform from an island country into a landlocked country like Gaevra, and they are the only ones who bite the bullet and take this enclave.

If there is a water network available, this is certainly good news.

"Since no one has any other objections, then our main direction will be here..." The colonel drew a circle on the map, and he circled a riverside city not far from here.

Sanchez, who was sitting next to the wall, was yawning out of boredom. He found that he had become easily tired in the past two days and always wanted to take a nap or lie down.

He didn't know what was happening, and instinctively felt that this was not a good sign, but it was so comfortable when he lay down that he couldn't care less about it.

"Mr. Sanchez, how much do you know about this city?"

Sanchez glanced at the circle on the map and pondered for a moment, "That's Antonio's territory. He has many people in his hands, and the weapons are also very sophisticated."

I don’t know what kind of mentality he had, but he also added, “You sold it to him!”

Eighty percent of the arms in Marillo come from the Federation. This is a fact that does not need to be disputed. If you take the weapons in the hands of those people and look at where they were produced, you will know that almost all of them are from the Federation.

The strong sarcasm in his tone did not move anyone. The colonel looked at him calmly and did not get angry because of what he said. "Tell us what we are interested in. How many people do they have and what kind of configuration do we have?" Take this city before October."

In October, a very special day, Sanchez didn't quite understand.

Because he was not familiar with Lynch. If he were, he would know that October is the month of Lynch's birthday.