Blackstone Code

Armored vehicles showed up at the Mariro settlement with lights on and horns blaring.

The voice of the Little President.

"Dear citizens of Marillo, I now read to you the Marillo Security Act."

"From now on, the central government of Marillo and the federal government will jointly implement the "Marillo Security Law" in Marillo in order to ensure social security in Marillo."

"The bill provides for—"

"Article 1..."

"..."

"Anyone who violates the above terms will be severely punished by law."

"Everyone..."

During this period, the young president read the manuscript in very standard pronunciation in accordance with the requirements of the Ministry of National Defense.

The content of the manuscript is actually very straightforward. It is to state the relevant provisions of the Marillo Security Law and tell people not to try to break the law because the law enforcement unit this time is not a native of Marillo.

The animosity between the Malorians and the Malorians has largely subsided due to the strong intervention of the Federation.

The federal government doesn't care if they have racial hostility issues, as long as someone kills someone, someone has to pay the price!

Coupled with the acceleration of economic construction, warlords have withdrawn from the stage of history, and people have begun to become stable.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't really exist, so the intensity of law enforcement has always been a big issue in Marillo.

If you encounter residents of different races and the intensity of law enforcement is high, they will be considered to be targeted.

If the intensity of law enforcement is low, people of the same race will think that law enforcement officers are racial traitors.

Most of the time, they will be more restrained and choose gentle law enforcement in order not to provoke conflicts between races.

But this time, the law enforcers changed.

The little president kept reminding everyone on the small speaker to pay attention to this. To the federal people, the Marillos and the Mallorians were the same thing, and they would shoot whenever necessary.

The streets were very quiet, and some windows that were still lit were soon plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, there are pairs of eyes watching the patrol cars on the street.

"Open the door for routine inspection..."

The patrol car stopped outside a shop on the roadside. Two soldiers walked outside the shop and banged the door hard.

After banging for a while without any intention of leaving, the lights in the store came on.

A middle-aged man in his thirties opened the wooden door and stood behind the iron door. "Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't hear you. Is there anything I can do for you?"

He spoke slowly in order to speak clearly. The heavily armed soldiers motioned for him to open the iron door, but he did not immediately do so.

"There are some women at home..."

The soldiers outside the door took two steps back and raised their weapons.

The machine gunner on the patrol car also turned the machine gun tower, which made the middle-aged man tremble and open the iron door.

"Call out everyone in the house. We suspect that someone is hiding weapons here. Don't do anything that would cause misunderstanding."

The soldiers did not enter the house immediately, but stayed at the door.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

He stood downstairs and called out everyone in the house. There was a woman who looked a little younger than him, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and there were three children.

"What's in your clothes?" The team leader looked at the woman. Her clothes were too thick and no one knew if there was anything hidden inside.

The man's face became ugly. He turned back to look at his wife. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the woman opened her clothes.

Underneath was a nightgown. It was obvious that the poverty of the Mariro people prevented them from wearing better underwear, so the figure inside the underwear looked a bit saggy.

Nothing else, no weapons, no daggers, no knives.

The bright flashlight in the leading soldier's hand shone on her body for a while and then turned it off. "Thank you for your cooperation, ma'am. Is there anyone else inside?"

Everyone shook their heads, and the squad leader made a tactical gesture. Three soldiers entered the room, and the squad leader began to question the family.

Ask them whether they understand the contents of the "Marillo Security Law" and whether they have turned in hidden weapons and ammunition, including crossbows, long swords and knives.

There are many people around who are observing everything here from the cracks in the door or behind the curtains. Some people are just observing, while some people want to know how strict the federal law enforcement is.

Soon after about ten minutes, several soldiers walked out of the room. One soldier walked up to the squad leader and opened his palm. There were two shotgun bullets in it.

After looking at the two bullets, the squad leader turned to look at the male host, "Where is your receipt for surrendering the weapon?"

If they surrender their weapons before October 10th, the local government or the federal government will give them a voucher for surrendering the weapons.

For example, what caliber and brand of weapon was turned in, its appearance, serial number, etc.

This will serve as the basis for them to "obey the law". If they encounter a situation like this, they can solve the problem by simply showing the voucher.

The middle-aged man swallowed and turned to look at his child. It was very cold in Su Ri'an, but there was obvious sweat on his head.

"I... uh... I can explain." He looked at the retreating team leader, trying to bring the situation back.

The squad leader's hand was already on the weapon. "I don't mean to make things difficult for anyone, but the law is the law. If you fail to turn in the weapon in accordance with the regulations, you will be punished by fines and imprisonment."

"Also, don't lie, think about your children and family..."

The two were talking when suddenly fierce gunshots were heard not far away. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and pushed his family into the room.

The next second the squad leader and soldiers reacted, and gunshots burst out in an instant!

The machine gunner on the armored vehicle also held the trigger tightly, and the bullets poured through the wooden wall in an instant!

Ten seconds later, the team leader turned on the flashlight and took a quick look into the room.

The middle-aged man and his wife had fallen into a pool of blood, still twitching slightly.

The three children were pinned under them, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Several people walked into the room with weapons, aiming at two clearly visible corpses.

"If you are not injured, let me see your hands, and then crawl out slowly..."

There is obviously something...something indescribable on the faces of several newcomers to the company. It is kindness, soft-heartedness, and the glory of the Virgin!

Some of them even planned to say something to the squad leader, but were stopped by the squad leader's fierce eyes.

Just when they were about to take further action, gunfire suddenly rang out again outside.

The squad leader glanced at the three children who were being held down by the middle-aged man and his wife, casually pulled a grenade from his body, threw it, and then quickly left the room.

There were gunshots all over the street, or rather throughout the city!

The entire team surrounded the armored vehicle and quickly advanced towards the nearest place where the gunfight occurred.

About seven or eight minutes after they arrived at the site of the firefight, the firefight ceased and the gunfire here paused.

Eleven militants were killed, one patrol member was unlucky enough to have his helmet shattered by a shot, and many patrol members were injured.

The scene had been cleared, and the armed men were neatly placed on the road.

"These people deserve to die!" Another squad leader said with a murderous look in his eyes. He had been the local Sheriff of Marillo who was responsible for collecting weapons.

Logically speaking, they should register some "suspicious targets", but they did not do so, and now they have suffered such losses.

Because of the warlords' melee in Marillo, quite a number of people have a very special feeling for weapons.

After all, that was what they relied on for survival in the past. Having weapons and not having weapons are completely different things.

Therefore, they were unwilling to cooperate with the policies promoted by the federal government and hid their weapons.

Such conflicts will continue to occur, and people will continue to die...

Looking at the dead and injured colleagues, everyone felt very sad.

The squad leader glanced at a few young people in the team and said softly, "The one who died was about the same age as you."

"I also knew a fool before, also in Marillo. He was almost killed by a child, almost killed by a woman, and almost killed by an old man. It wasn't until he realized that mercy should not be given to the enemy that he became Safety."

"Maybe you think we are doing something righteous, but I want to tell you, to them, we are executioners and an evil group of people."

"We invaded their country, controlled their freedoms, and now take away their means to protect themselves. This kind of hatred is difficult to resolve."

"If you still feel that you are the same people as them, stand on the same stand, and do good things, then I can only say that this guy is your tomorrow."

The team leader shook his head as he spoke. As a veteran and an old employee of the company.

Blackstone Security suffered a loss in Marillo’s military outsourcing tasks!

Over two thousand employees died in various battles!

It is also the sacrifice of so many people that makes the remaining people understand this. They are not fighting for justice, and they cannot represent justice.

They are the invaders and the minions of evil, so what they have to do is to prevent the revenge of justice!

Several young people glanced at the dead colleagues and the seriously injured colleagues. No one spoke, and no one knew what to say.

They quietly returned to their workplace, dragged out the bodies of a family of five, and placed them at the door of the shop.

A soldier took paint and drew a big X on the wall of the shop.

Someone will come to clean up these corpses tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Anyway, the weather is so cold now, there is no need to consider that they will decay quickly.

The deterrent effect they provide here is much more effective than shooting directly.

The team restarted, and the music from the Federation sounded somewhat distorted in the armored vehicle.

The gunshots and explosions outside, the recordings played continuously by the young president on tour, and the vague music all come together...