Blackstone Code

Nick stood in front of his bedroom window and looked at the brightly lit construction site at the foot of the mountain, and inexplicably thought of a novel called "Tom and Sam".

The night was just like that day, and they were firmly yearning for freedom.

Nick was not a racist or a supporter of slavery, and he was born at a time when slavery was being abolished around the world.

At this moment, his heart was very complicated, and he couldn't explain why.

Maybe the slave is too pitiful?

Or maybe they are just too stupid!

he does not know.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a gunshot shook the dark night, and the loudspeaker on the construction site rang like an air raid siren.

Then several armored vehicles rushed into the construction site, with loud gunfire.

The entire battle lasted only more than twenty minutes. There was a lot of gunfire, and Nick could hear the sound of machine guns, and there was more than one machine gun.

At twelve o'clock, the New Year's bell rang, and the contemporary "Happy New Year" came from the radio. However, at this time, there was no joyful atmosphere at the construction site at the foot of the mountain.

The knock on the door startled Nick. He picked up the knife on the table and asked, "Who's there?"

His voice changed a little because of the nervousness. It sounded like the sharp sound made by someone pinching the egg, which was a bit funny.

"Mr. Nick, I am..., something happened just now. I need to make sure you are safe and not injured."

This guy is the security guard in charge of this area, and Nick has met him.

He opened the door, and after confirming that Nick was not injured and that there were no Nagaliers hiding in the room, he apologized to Nick slightly.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Mr. Nick. If anything happens, you can call the duty room anytime and anywhere."

He was as polite as a true gentleman, and if Nick hadn't noticed that the other person's sleeves were stained red with blood, he would have almost believed him.

Nick's heart moved slightly, "Did someone break in?"

The security guard nodded, "But the problem is not big and has been solved."

For some reason, Nick suddenly wanted to go to the construction site to have a look and asked about it.

Naturally, the security guards will not stop this. After all, the work must continue, and they will not stop the project just because some idiots want to escape.

Of course, in order to ensure Nick's safety, he will also have a security guard accompanying him to ensure that he will not be attacked.

As we approached the construction site, the smell of blood wafting in the cold air began to become clearer.

Some security guards dragged the corpses one by one into the light and arranged them neatly.

"What are they doing?", Nick asked.

"These guys will be hung up to scare some idiots out of their luck."

"You know, it's winter now, they won't rot, they will be burned and buried when spring comes."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Nick saw a creepy smile on the face of the security guard next to him.

In fact, he was not mistaken. The employees of Blackstone Security here had all worked in Amelia. That was not the only way they suppressed Amelia people.

Regardless of whether he is a civilian or not, and whether he is a member of a resistance organization or not, as long as someone in the team comes up with the idea that "this guy is suspicious".

Then everyone will open fire!

The work manual says that every employee is a valuable asset of the company and must ensure that the company's property is not threatened or harmed during work.

When faced with behavior that may infringe on the company's interests, it is allowed to counterattack in advance before the other party commits harmful acts.

Yes, counterattack, not the first attack.

These old employees basically had a lot of lives in their hands. Killing some Nagarils who escaped would not be a burden to them at all.

The people in the federal military are even less stressed. The war has only ended a few years ago, and they have experienced battlefields involving millions of people. This kind of small conflict of killing escaped slaves is as easy as playing.

Nick looked at it for a while, feeling a little queasy, and then left.

He didn't sleep all night, always suspiciously thinking that there was another gunshot, or recalling the corpses lined up in the square.

The next morning, the Nagali people were asked to come in batches to see the fate of these escaped slaves. Some of the emotional ones were picked out on the spot and ate a copper peanut.

This also makes others more compliant.

After the shock, the food got a lot better this year. Everyone had an extra piece of beef rib and an extra hour of rest.

It was this beef rib and an hour's rest that caused the people of Nagaril to begin to divide themselves.

Some people think those people are too stupid. Even if they run away, where can they run when the weather is so cold?

Some people thought that if they didn't escape, they would probably die in the tunnel.

But no matter what kind of person he is, he has not completely revealed his mentality at this time.

The former will be regarded as an outlier, while the latter may be reported.

Yes, report it.

If you report an escaped slave, even someone who intends to escape, as long as you have solid evidence, you can get various benefits and even have the opportunity to go home directly!

This brief killing did not bring much impact. Some employees reported to the head office that a pile of dead people hanging in the square affected their work mood. In the end, the pile of dead people was burned to ashes in advance.

On October 4th, Nick returned home. He and his wife talked about many things, including the news of the end of the world.

The family spent a very warm holiday, and it also made Nick understand his position.

He must do a better job for the company, otherwise he will most likely not be able to go to the refuge in Nagaril.

There are at least one to two million people in the shelter here, and as many as three to five million people. With no background and no strength, there is actually not much difference between him and those ordinary people.

Only by holding on to Blackstone Capital and working hard to create value can we have the qualifications and opportunities to go to Nagaril and enjoy a better apocalyptic life.

Enjoying a better life under the apocalypse has become Nick's new pursuit!

Throughout the winter, Nick spent time at the construction site, looking for problems and solving them. This also gave him many ideas and ideas for improving the plan in Nagaril.

Everyone has been improved during this period of construction, and this large-scale construction itself is a very rare experience.

In mid-to-late February, two members of the Federal Emergency Committee came here.

Nick confirmed what he was thinking when he saw them. The upper class had already known what would happen.

Accompanied by Nick and others, the two visited the completed part, which was the part that entered the shelter.

Just outside the gate is the temporary train station, which will be preserved and built over until the project is almost complete.

After entering the gate, there is a simple isolation space. Although I am not sure why an isolation space is needed, everyone does it.

While the two members of Congress were visiting, the workers were still working. Because of the relatively high temperature in the tunnel, they were all wearing thin clothing.

This also made the two congressmen feel the "charm" of this project——

It is already more than 20 degrees below zero outside, but the temperature here is still more than ten degrees. They are already confident that people can survive here after the end of the world.

The whole visit process was not long because there was not much completed content. It was finished in less than an hour and everyone was very satisfied.

When the information was summarized in Lynch's hands, he just glanced at it and put it on the corner of his desk.

“We need more tools that make construction easier!”

He sat in the chief engineer's chair, while the other man sat opposite him in the usual chair for receiving guests.

Lynch is actually very dissatisfied with the current progress of the project because it is too slow.

"Our workers lack convenient machinery, and they are still using relatively primitive methods to excavate space. According to their current excavation speed, it will take at least four to five years to complete this project."

"We don't have that much time to waste. You are responsible for establishing the project and making some small, hand-held machines as soon as possible."

"We can't do this with our own projects!"

The chief engineer nodded, "This problem is not difficult. We will be able to produce the product by summer at most."

He paused, "We already have some clues about the large computer you talked about last time, but can this thing... really bring about a qualitative change in our lives?"

Large computers were also the main project that Lynch asked them to carry out research and development. In fact, large computers themselves had already been researched by institutions.

Transistors have already been around, and integrated circuits are not particularly new, but people have not developed in this direction before.

Now that Lynch has made the request, the Flight Research Institute and all related research departments have begun to work together.

They didn't know the value of a mainframe computer, but they trusted Lynch's judgment.

Lynch has never made a mistake on the issue of "direction". Whether it is researching aircraft or subsequent scientific research projects, it has been proved in the end that he has made no mistakes in the direction he guided!

Although he is not a scientist, all scientists superstitiously believe that he has the talent and luck to become a top scientist.

Otherwise, how can we explain the phenomenon that he is never good?

There is no way to explain it!

It's like the capitalists can't explain that he never loses!

Lynch smiled and handed over a cigarette, "Do you think it's because you walk faster, or because electricity transfers faster in copper wires?"

The chief engineer replied, "Of course electricity is fast!"

"Look, we all know the answer, so electronic information is the future!"

"It doesn't matter if we can't see the results now. It's like climbing a mountain. As long as we don't look back, there will always be a peak in front of us."

"But this does not mean that we are always standing still. When there are no peaks in front of us, we will find that we have conquered all peaks..."