Blackstone Code

A major, wearing a military uniform, sat in a dim light eating dinner.

There are two plates on the dining table. There are several pieces of beef on the plate. The kind that is not cut is one bone and one bone.

There is no cooking method, no butter, no butter, no seasonings, just boiled in plain water.

Another contained some sprouted wheat.

Next to the plate was a smaller bowl with some messy-looking dipping sauce.

The little warlord held a sharp saber, cut off a piece of beef at random, dipped it in the bowl with his hand, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

Put the fingers together into your mouth, suck hard, and then slowly pull out the fingers.

This ensures that the beef's juices and dipping sauce won't remain on his fingers, detracting from the satisfaction of his next meal.

Then he grabbed a handful of steamed wheat from another dinner plate, which had sprouted a little and was a little sticky.

He rubbed it, rolled it into a small ball, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sprouted wheat has always been a delicacy that only nobles can enjoy in Marillo, but the past rule of Marillo has been overthrown, so whether they are nobles or not, whether they are Malorians or Marillos, they can eat newly sprouted wheat. wheat.

As long as they can afford it, then they can eat it.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and through the wooden door made of wooden boards, some shadows could be seen flickering outside.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and a soldier with a gun stood outside the door.

"Major, we're here."

The major said without raising his head, "Let her in."

About a minute later, Isabella walked into the room.

She frowned slightly, she didn't like it here.

The upper part of the walls of the entire house is white and the lower part is cyan. The roof is ordinary and looks a bit old.

The ground is just ordinary compacted soil. After adding some special materials, it has now been condensed into a very special "floor".

It looked like it had been penetrated by some kind of oil, it was shiny black and hard.

There were some domestic garbage in the corner, and a faint sour smell filled the air.

The major grinned and wrapped his tongue around some crushed wheat sprouts. He leaned back and sat on the chair, casually took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

He struck the match in his hand on his trouser leg and ignited the fire with a hiss. He took a puff according to the fire. He blew out the match and looked at Isabella, "Someone is offering a reward of one million for your head. You still dare to come out..."

He pointed to the remaining beef and wheat sprouts on the table, "Want some?"

Looking at the food, Isabella felt a little sick, but she couldn't show any discomfort at this time.

In Marillo, weakness elicits no sympathy but only inspires greed and destruction.

She walked to the table and sat down. The major picked up the dagger on the table and slapped it in front of Isabella's face.

Isabella shook her head, took out the dagger she carried, selected a piece of beef that she thought was good, and cut it into a piece.

It's eaten the same way as before. It's unsightly and a little ugly, but it also gives people an indescribable feeling, very cool and free.

The dipping sauce is spicy, with a bit of sourness and saltiness. The acidity comes from the juice left after the fermentation of a fruit, and the spiciness is also spicy.

She chewed hard, then grabbed a small ball of wheat germ, kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"It tastes terrible, but I'm not here to eat!" Isabella put the knife in her hand and looked at the major across the table.

She considered her words, "I want to bring people back together..."

The major suddenly coughed violently. He was choking on the cigarette. Because he was puffing out the smoke when he shouldn't, some of the smoke had an unexpected effect because of his laughter, causing him to cough violently.

After coughing for a while, he wiped the tears he coughed up and said, "You made me choke. Remember to inform me before you tell a joke next time."

He took what Isabella said as a funny joke.

"This is not funny." Isabella shook her head. She now has short short hair, which is less charming and more heroic.

The major shook his head and started smoking again, "You still haven't figured out why the general died..."

"I heard that many people sent you here, and you also defected to the Federation, right?"

Isabella's focus was on other issues. Her tone was a little high and sounded businesslike, "Do you know who killed the General? Do you know who attacked us?!"

That "also" played a key role, which shows that the major knew what happened and knew things that even Isabella, the person involved, did not know.

The major retracted the dagger and continued to cut the beef. He stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth full of white teeth and chewed hard. "Don't worry about those things. If I were you, I would leave now."

"This is no longer your family's territory, nor is it your back garden, Miss Gems!"

"More importantly, now I have my own territory and my own people. I am the ruler here, just like your father."

"Excuse me, why should I take orders from a woman again?"

His eyes were a little greedy, and he looked at Isabella without concealing his inner impulse, "Maybe you can give me an answer."

This issue was also considered by the Gefra Security Committee and the Military Intelligence Bureau. After the general was assassinated, the officers on his territory immediately became warlords of varying sizes.

It is very difficult to bring these people together. If there is no good way to persuade them, they will basically not obediently hand over the power in their hands.

That is power. For power, sons can kill their fathers, and relatives can kill each other.

This has nothing to do with civilization, morality, or ethics.

The barbaric ones are like those in Nagaril, or some societies that are more remote and barbaric.

A civilized country with an aristocratic monarchy like Gefra.

Whenever a power-related dispute breaks out, no one will let the other person go just because they have the same blood as their own.

Instead, they will become more vicious and cruel because the other person has the same blood as themselves!

King, one person is enough.

As the general's daughter, Isabella is also considered a daughter with the right to inherit. She is very embarrassed so far.

The Security Council and MI decided that the rewards for supporting her were simply not enough to support the rewards for helping her.

Until Lynch convinced them.

Facing this person in front of her, who was so ordinary in the past and she felt it was a waste of time to even look at him, was now looking at her unscrupulously, Isabella felt angry in her heart.

She stood up, "The general has fed you, given you weapons, given you money, so that you can have enough to eat."

"You knew someone was going to deal with him, but you pretended not to know anything and let all this happen, and now you want to take possession of what he left behind..."

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this?"

The major hesitated a little, and finally the greedy look in his eyes dimmed, "I can pretend that you haven't been here before. It's still too late to leave now."

Maybe it was Isabella's words that touched him, or maybe he convinced himself. He couldn't guarantee that he would always think about it this way. He just hoped that Isabella would get out of here.

Isabella looked at him for a few seconds, then turned away.

Looking at Isabella's back, there was a trace of hesitation in the major's eyes.

Whether it was one million or sleeping with this woman, it was very tempting to him, but he resisted.

This woman was actually a trouble, and he didn't want to cause trouble, especially after he heard that this woman seemed to have the support of the federal people, he didn't want to cause trouble anymore.

He would not obey this woman's command, but he would not offend her to death either.

Thinking of this, he smiled to himself and continued to enjoy the sumptuous food with his head down.

After about ten minutes, he was satisfied with scraping the plate with wheat germ clean with the last piece of beef. When he stuffed the beef with wheat germ and mucus into his mouth, he let out a satisfied sound in his nose, but there was nothing. The sound of meaning.

Something like "Um...".

"I'm done eating!" he said, standing up and adjusting his armed belt.

This is his restaurant, and life is not very good now.

After the general died, all his money was in the bank and no one could take it out. This also meant that the warlords or armed organizations on the general's territory suddenly had no source of income.

They had no money to maintain their previous life, and the locals couldn't squeeze much money out of it, so life became much more difficult.

Let alone eating beef at this time, it is considered a good thing to fill his stomach, so he has to eat it secretly, otherwise someone will definitely have objections.

After arranging his clothes, he walked to the door and opened it. A stunned expression just appeared on his face. The next second, the bloody hole on his forehead stopped all his thoughts.

With a plop, he fell straight to the ground.

"The target has been killed..." A soldier who was obviously different from the local soldiers entered the room with full vigilance. Fortunately, there was no one else in the room.

He looked at the body lying on the ground and fired two more shots.

Then, Isabella returned here again, squinting at the major's body on the ground with a sneer on her face.

Early the next morning, locals unexpectedly discovered more than thirty corpses hanging on telephone poles near the city's central garden.

These corpses had their faces peeled off, and then the "murderer" glued them to their stomachs, and left a sentence on the chests where they had eaten -

"If you don't want it, don't wear it!"

At the same time, another piece of news spread quickly.

Isabella is back with the federal people!