Blackstone Code

Is this the first time that the teacher has felt his heart beating so violently? hunt

It was pounding as if there was a sheepskin drum hidden in my chest, and every heartbeat was beating on the sheepskin drum!

The next second, he was pushed to the ground by his companions, and then several gaps were made in the window sill.

The broken pieces hit the walls and furniture with a loud noise. If they hit someone, they would probably be injured!

The teacher fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes dull.

The flesh and blood on his cheek flowed bit by bit on his face, and finally fell to the ground bit by bit.

Blood, minced flesh, brains!

He was frightened! hunt

He has never felt so scared!

His body was shaking uncontrollably, and in just a moment, with a snap, a life became a "firework" blooming on his body...

The companions beside him shook his body and shouted his name loudly, but they could not wake him up from his current situation. This shows how much what happened in that moment shocked him!

He suddenly came back to his senses as someone slapped him in the face, knocking off his glasses.

Although I still have severe tinnitus, my mind has been thawed.

With trembling hands, he picked up the glasses that had fallen to the ground. He looked at it with some distress as a new crack appeared in its frame, and put it back on.

"Go, go quickly!"

The three of them supported each other and bent down to escape from the office, but when they were standing in the corridor, the teacher suddenly stopped again.

His eyes became blank again, and he was surrounded by people running around or in need of help.

Some of the Nagali who had been shot were lying in places where they would not be directly attacked, wailing in pain.

They don't have a doctor here, and this isn't a hospital.

In Nagaril, there is a consensus.

That is if someone is shot but does not die immediately and cannot be easily treated.

The most important thing people should do is to give him a shot! hunt

They have no money to see their gunshot wounds, nor can they afford all kinds of medicine. They will only continue to suffer while they live, and they will not get help!

There were injured and blood everywhere, and the whole city hall was like hell!

At this time, a more prestigious guy who looked like a captain ran over. His sleeves were cut off and there was a wound on his arm.

The cut sleeve became a bandage, but it couldn't stop the blood from the wound from slowly seeping out.

"What now, professor?", he gasped for air, while talking, while changing the magazine of the pistol in his hand.

After just a face-to-face encounter, the thugs outside the city hall gate were either shot dead on the spot or returned to the city hall with injuries.

They have closed the doors of City Hall, but there is clearly no point in doing so. hunt

When the city hall was built, the designers never considered that it would one day become a fortification in an armed firefight, let alone designed something that would be beneficial to the defender.

For example, shooting ports, bunkers, etc.!

Everyone knows that it is only a matter of time before it falls.

The professor shook his head and slowly sat on the bench next to the wall.

He inserted his hands into his hair and pressed his scalp hard, "I... don't know."

"They are completely different from the federal people I saw in newspapers and on TV. You have no idea what they just did!"

"They killed their mayor in front of me!"

His face was a little red and his veins were rolling. It could be seen that he was in an extremely emotional state of collapse at the moment!

He just wanted to negotiate with the federal government. He never wanted to kill important federal government officials!

He was at a loss.

His original plan was all based on his "understanding" of the Federation. They love life, respect life, and are willing to negotiate with criminals or enemies, just to protect the safety of a very small number of people!

So his plan is to attack the city hall of this important city to get the opportunity to negotiate face-to-face with the federal government!

But who would have thought that the "Federation" he knew and the real Federation were completely different things?

"How about... let's surrender?" the person next to him said softly. hunt

Perhaps in his opinion, surrender is the best option, at least there is no need to fight with the people outside.

The teacher shook his head, he touched his cheek subconsciously, and then spat it out with a "wow" sound!

Only then did he feel that his stomach was cramping and he was feeling queasy.

The smell of stomach acid is fishy and smelly, but no one cares about it at this point.

Someone brought him a glass of water, and he took a few sips and felt a little better.

He took a tissue and wiped off the flesh and blood on his face that had lost some moisture. His expression was particularly twisted, "They... won't let us go. Surrendering will only make us die faster."

He raised his head and looked at the people around him, "They killed the mayor in front of me, which means they will not allow any of us to live!"

"We have no other choice but to struggle!"

Cutting off the power was to prevent the news from getting out, and the teacher already knew this.

But he understood too late.

The wrong understanding of the Federation is what leads to all tragedies...

No, to be precise, from the moment they took to the streets under the organization of some people and held up slogans to fight against the current social rules of Nagaril society, their ending was already doomed!

Counting from the start of the battle, at the seventeenth minute, someone shouted loudly to surrender.

At 10:37, the Federal Presidential Press Office issued a statement to the outside world. hunt

...The mayor of the city was shot to death in public by thugs, but the thugs wandering and looting in the city were basically cleared away, and the few remaining thugs were mainly concentrated in the city hall.

The spokesman said they would be able to clear out all the rioters in the city before noon, bringing the city back under federal control.

As soon as the news was released, the federal industrial index stopped falling and edged up 0.6 percent.

Compared with the teacher's "naivety", many federal people who saw this news, especially those in the upper class, knew one thing clearly.

The only factor that gave them the opportunity to negotiate with the Federation and delay the time has been eliminated.

And this also represents the federal government's determination to never compromise.

So the stock starts to rise. hunt

The mayor's death played a key role.

Without the support of strong firepower and follow-up ammunition, the thugs in the city hall soon ran out of bullets.

The teacher was arranged to try to surrender. He shouted that everyone was willing to surrender.

Then people outside asked them to put down their weapons and walk out of the city hall with their hands raised.

There were about five hundred people, and most of them were injured.

They held their hands high, fearing that people outside would not see their hands, and walked out of the city hall in an orderly manner.

The teacher walked at the front, and his blurry lenses made it difficult for him to see clearly which army soldier he was from. hunt

He blinked hard, trying to imprint their images in his mind.

An officer asked from a distance, "Are everyone out?"

The teacher replied loudly, "There are still many injured and dead people inside, and those who can move around on their own have come out."

The officer nodded, and when the teacher was about to ask what to do with them, gunfire rang out again.

He couldn't feel any pain at this moment, only full of anger!

Are these people really federal people?

Are they really the peace-loving and life-loving federal people in movies, novels, and news magazines? hunt

Why are they so cruel?

Why don't they keep their word?

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but the bullet didn't give him a chance.

He felt a huge force constantly impacting his body. He was pushed by this force and staggered a few steps before falling heavily to the ground.

His glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose again and landed not too far away from him.

Blood overflowed from his mouth and he tried to swallow it, but he couldn't.

His world had begun to darken, and he tried with all his strength to get the glasses back. hunt

Those were the glasses he bought with the first salary he got in his life!

A pair of glasses from the Federation!

Although it was second-hand, it made his world clear from then on.

This is also the key to opening the door to the world for him, allowing him to learn more about things related to the world from newspapers, magazines and books.

It is the key to freedom...

In the end, he was not able to take the glasses back and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Not long after his death, a thick military leather boot crushed it. hunt

But he doesn't have to worry too much, because he and it will eventually be buried together!

The gunshots in the city gradually disappeared, which also meant that thousands of thugs were dying.

At 12:35, the Press Office of the Federal Presidential Palace released the latest news to the outside world.

After hard work, they eliminated all enemies who invaded the city and regained control of the city hall.

The main culprit of the unrest in the city, a middle school teacher...has been shot dead.

Even the Presidential Palace released photos of his last moments!

He was lying on the ground, blood spilled from his mouth and nose, his eyes lost focus, and time was frozen at this moment! hunt

The federal industrial index immediately rose by more than one percent. The capitalists breathed a sigh of relief, and so did the President.

Two days later, the federal army arrived in Nagaril and began to clear out the rioters from the eastern New City.

The number of thugs killed every day was rising, and the federal industrial index seemed to have tasted the beauty of blood and began to rise continuously.

The capitalists began to sing and dance again, and various banquets and parties became the main theme again.

The beautiful and demure Federation has returned to its previous appearance, and news about the Nagaril marches and riots are gradually being removed from the front page headlines.

But in Nagaril, a trial of unprecedented scale is underway!

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