Blackstone Code

"What's going on here?"

Aken asked the people around him who were also watching the fun.

Poor places have the characteristics of poor places, which are also advantages from a certain perspective, that is, people are relatively free.

Because they are poor and have no jobs, all they have is time.

But they don't have any entertainment activities that can be done behind closed doors, except for making people.

So most of the time, the greatest pleasure of these poor people who have neither work nor entertainment activities, or what they do most every day, is to bask in the sun at the door or on the street.

You can say they are lazy, but this is not entirely a matter of laziness for Nagaril, who did not come to the Federation before, and they did not have a chance.

The ruling class does not give people the opportunity to work and make money, so they don't know what to do except find a piece of land to grow something, go hunting, or do odd jobs in exchange for some necessities of life.

This kind of poverty and leisure often widens the scope of people's communication in society. Even if they are across the street, they have some knowledge of the nearby accounts.

The person in front looked back at Aken. He looked familiar. He should be seen on the street from time to time, but he didn't recognize him.

With such a foundation, he was willing to say something.

"Catch the robber..."

Once a person decides to speak, he will hold nothing back.

"They said that the new code has been implemented. Now if you know who participated in the activities of smashing, looting and burning during this period, as long as there is evidence or criminal evidence to prove that you are right, they will arrest the person."

"And if you catch it, you will be given a small bonus."

"The more serious the crime of the person you report, the bigger the reward you will get. They have arrested so many in the morning..."

A passer-by sighed. He knew that several people participated in the beating, smashing, looting, and burning, but they all knew each other out of face.

If he stood up, no one on this street would be able to tolerate him.

Judging from the official behavior, it is necessary to stand up because this is a "just war", but for the people of Nagaril, they prefer to integrate themselves with the place where they live.

I don't know if he thought of something, but the man's eyes lit up, "Do you know who has done these things?"

Aken's mind had froze. He nodded subconsciously, but he quickly realized, "No, I don't know. What do you want to do?"

He looked at the stranger in front of him warily, and the latter whispered, "We can exchange information. You will report the people I know, and I will report the people you know. In this way, neither of us will be offended, and we can Get the bounty..."

While they were talking, the "Joint Law Enforcement Team" had already opened the door of a residence on the roadside, and then they moved out many stolen things.

Surprisingly, the federal people did not immediately think that these things were stolen. They also "invited" the people who lived here and asked them to tell the origin of these things.

If someone can prove that these things were not obtained through robbery, they will not be punished in any way!

This is an unlucky family. No member of this family can prove that the things placed in front of people were obtained legally by them.

"Then come with us..."

The police approached with handcuffs in hand. The family standing in the crowd looked very helpless.

Just when the police had approached the man of the house and held up handcuffs to signal the man to raise his hands, the man suddenly pushed the policeman and ran away!

The crowd suddenly became extremely "lively". Some people were talking and laughing loudly, thinking that this would embarrass the police, while others inexplicably moved some distance away.

The next second, gunshots rang out...

The male host staggered a few steps and finally fell to the ground.

Those policemen, those Nagaril policemen, had a look on their faces that made Akon feel hurt, ridiculed, disdainful, or something else, he didn't know how to describe it.

The man who could run just now was like a dead dog, dragged by his legs by the two policemen, leaving a long trail on the ground, and thrown into the truck.

Only then did Akon discover that... there were already several corpses in the truck!

The police continued to read out the implementation policy of the new law. Anyone who dares to provoke, challenge law enforcement officers, and knows that they have committed a crime but is unwilling to stop, the police and military police have the power to directly kill them!

Aken didn't know where his father had gone. His mind went blank and he returned home in a daze.

After returning home, he hid in the innermost room.

It was obviously extremely hot, but he still felt cold.

He was wrapped in a thick quilt and shivering.

He wanted to run, but he didn't know where to go. He vaguely remembered that the TV news a few days ago mentioned that Nagaril would register people's identities.

Starting from the second half of this year, once anyone without an identity document is discovered, there is a certain possibility that they will be sent to a concentration labor camp if they cannot explain their identity.

It is said that once a person enters a concentration labor camp, he will never be able to leave there. He must do heavy work every day until he dies of exhaustion one day, or until he can prove his innocence.

The news content every night in the past period appeared in front of him again, scene by scene, so clear!

These are not without signs. In fact, newspapers, TV, and even some more active locals who are willing to cooperate with the authorities are all publicizing the changes that are going to happen in Nagaril everywhere.

But there are always some people who ignore these for various reasons!

Akon's mother didn't know what to do at the door. His young sister held the doll and grabbed her mother's pants, staring blankly at her brother wrapped in a quilt in the room.

I don't know how much time passed, but there were some faint sounds of excitement outside the door, and it seemed that a large group of people were approaching.

Aken raised his head in horror and shouted loudly, "Quickly, close the door quickly, don't stand at the door like a dead person..."

A few minutes later, he was dragged out by two policemen. The door was filled with things he and his father had snatched outside during this period, including the TV.

Perhaps because she knew she was going to lose it all, Akon's sister hugged the TV and was unwilling to let go. Even her favorite puppets didn't care that much.

Aken's teeth were "fighting" rapidly, making a clicking sound.

"Do any of you have a job?", the policeman asked.

Akon's mother shook her head. She didn't have a job. Then the policeman looked at Akon and said, "What about you, young man, do you have a job?"

In fact, this is a routine question. Even if Aken has a job, he can't afford this thousand-dollar TV set!

Aken remained silent because of fear.

Images of those who were shot dead kept flashing through his mind. He was covered in sweat. He raised his hand and wiped it again, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

There was no answer, and the police didn't ask any more questions. He had seen this happen many times.

"If you cannot prove that you obtained these things legally, then you are likely to be suspected of robbery."

"Do you have anything else to say to defend yourselves?"

No one spoke, and the woman didn't know what to say. She could only look at her son with worried eyes.

And Akon... didn't know how to defend himself.

At this time, he understood the feelings of those people. It was not that those people didn't want to say anything, but that they didn't know what to say.

The police came over with a pair of handcuffs. Akon also wanted to run away, but he recalled the man who was shot to death for escaping, and all the strength was sucked out of his body by some terrible devil!

He cried silently, but there was nothing he could do about the police in front of him.

He was led away step by step by the police. His survival instinct prompted him to look back at his mother and call out "Mom."

In the end, his mother failed to save him, and could only watch Aken being pierced by a steel cable with others, and watching all the stolen things being confiscated.

The room became empty again, and she sat at the door, looking at the retreating crowd in the distance.

The little daughter kept crying, but she didn't seem to hear her.

This time, not only are the things gone, but also the people are gone...

After the initial fear, Aken gradually began to adapt. I don't know if he is lucky or not.

He actually saw his father in the place where criminals were held in the police station.

The recognition of father and son... It is difficult to describe their inner feelings at this time, but at least they have some sense of security because they see each other.

The two of them were in the corner, watching everything happening around them in fear.

In the evening, they got a piece of bad food. They didn't know what was put together and cooked into a paste.

In fact, they would eat these things without hesitation before.

Having something to eat is at least much better than having nothing to eat, but now they are despising it.

The police were busy all the time, and people kept being sent in.

After dinner in the evening, many lawyers came to the police station. This was also one of the federal aid projects in Nagaril.

Due to the participation of the federal people, the judicial process of the new federation of Nagaril will also adopt the federal people's approach.

After all, if the Federation is so powerful, its system must be advanced, right? !

The lawyers are very conscientious and communicate with each individual criminal to determine something.

It was the turn of Akon and his son. They left the prison area and sat opposite the lawyer under the guard of the police.

The lawyer looked young, in his twenties, a foreigner.

He first looked down at the documents on the table for a while, about a minute, and then raised his head.

"This information tells me that the two of you robbed about..." He glanced down again, "something worth four thousand yuan."

"Do you know what this means?"

The lawyer looked at them with a serious tone.

Akon had lost the ability to speak. His father asked in a hoarse voice, "What does it mean...?"