Blackstone Code

The dog is not dead, but should be dying soon.

Small ornamental dogs like Mengxi actually do not conform to the natural rules of evolution at all. They are purely artificially bred to satisfy some people's special hobbies.

People like these little things, such as puppies, kittens, ponies, and elephants, in addition to children, so they prefer to have some companion pets that can be spoiled by them anytime and anywhere, and can be easily taken with them when they go out.

What they need is not the kind of large hunting dog that can fight a wild boar single-handedly, and is not afraid of three or five lions training together, and even the owner sometimes feels threatened.

So this kind of small dog ornamental dog came into being. With the promotion and hype of businessmen, in the upper class circles, if a lady cannot hold one like this, it has a pedigree certificate that is more stringent than the human pedigree screening mechanism. A small dog watchdog, it must be a fake socialite.

From the day it was born, it has not considered facing this cruel world and cruel nature. Its ribs, which are not much thicker than chicken bones, are not as hard as the bones of birds.

With one kick from Garton, it started to twitch and vomit blood.

Blood slowly flowed out from the puppy's mouth and nose. The puppy's body kept twitching and struggling, and its screams were very harsh. Looking at this cute little cute Mr. Simon's first wife, her heart was broken!

"Oh my God, my Mengsi, how could you do this to my Mengsi!", she cried loudly, as if a relative had died!

You know, when the news of Mr. Simon's death came, she didn't even shed a tear. She was thinking about how to make a final profit, but now that one of her puppies died, she really shed tears.

His son rushed towards Garton angrily, but was kicked back by Garton. He stared at the two people indifferently, with an extremely cold expression, "Get out of my house, I don't want to see you again." .”

Garton didn't know that at this time, in some ways, he was very much like his father, Mr. Simon.

As he said that, he turned around and walked towards the house. As he walked, he ordered, "Have someone drive them out. If they dare to break in next time, beat them away!"

In fact, when Garton first heard the news that the mother and son had arrived here, he was still a little emotional and had other ideas.

These two people were considered his relatives, but he didn't expect that when these two people came, they would ask him to give up all his inheritance, and all his good ideas would be thrown to the ground and smashed into pieces.

There was no longer any desire in his heart, only indifference, as indifferent as Mr. Simon.

"Please, you two, you are not welcome here." The butler stood politely. If there were not two helpers with shovels behind him, Mr. Simon's wife and children might have had a seizure for a while.

The puppy Muncy in Mrs. Simon's hands finally stopped breathing during the struggle. Garton kicked his ribs, which were not very strong, into pieces, and the ribs were inserted into the organs.

Starting from the bleeding from its mouth and nose, it was actually already dying, and all that was left was just its final struggle.

Ignoring the blood stains, Mrs. Simon held the puppy and cried loudly. Her son supported her and glanced back at her half-brother who was walking into the house. There was murderous intention in her eyes that had never been revealed before.

In this foreign country, he suddenly awakened to something he had never awakened before.

When he was about to leave the yard, he noticed a tombstone in the yard. He sneered in his heart that the natives were just the natives. They didn't even understand the most basic rules. The deceased should not be buried in the front yard at all.

According to some popular sayings, there are often people walking back and forth in the front yard, weeding and laying turf, which will prevent the eternal sleeper from having a moment of peace. This is the greatest disrespect to the ancestors.

Only the secluded backyard is the resting place for ancestors. Almost everyone in the world does this. Only the uneducated natives here bury their dead in the front yard.

Perhaps with hatred and anger in his heart, he kicked the tombstone as if to vent his anger.

The soil in the front yard will not be compacted, and sometimes gardeners will deliberately loosen the soil with some small tools to facilitate gardening management.

Mr. Simon's son's kick was so powerful that the tombstone, which was already unstable, slowly fell down with his kick.

The housekeeper and the helpers around him were stunned for a moment, and they even forgot to chase them to ask for an explanation. Maybe Mr. Simon's son also realized the bad nature of what he did. They quickly left the yard and sat down. Got into their beat-up rental car.

Through the car window, Mr. Simon's son stuck out his head, waved his fist, and shouted loudly, "We won't let you people go, just wait!"

After watching the mother and son leave, the housekeeper slowly walked to the edge of the tombstone. He helped the tombstone up, not caring that it was stained with a lot of soil and grass when it fell down. He wiped it carefully with his hands little by little. something above.

For the housekeeper, the "emotion" between him and Mr. Simon is very complicated. If Mr. Simon hadn't chosen him at a glance, he and his family might still be living a precarious life today.

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He was very grateful to Master Simon for giving him the opportunity to have a decent job. Being a housekeeper for foreigners in Nagaril was already a very, very respectable job.

This also allowed his family to enjoy a good life, and even his grandchildren had the opportunity to receive education, so he has always been grateful to Master Simon.

if not……

He sighed and looked at the rearranged tombstone for a few seconds before turning back to the room.

Before going back, he told his helpers to take good care of the yard in the past few days and not to let anyone in casually. If someone forced their way in, they could beat them out.

When he returned to the room, Garton was drinking. He rarely drank in the past because Simon was not a very fond of drinking. The locals did not develop the habit of drinking because of their poverty. Except for some social occasions, Garton rarely drank. .

But everything changed with the death of Mr. Simon. Garton started drinking, not much, but often, and drinking a little became his new hobby.

He sat on the sofa with a wine glass in his hand, with a thoughtful look on his face. Hearing the footsteps of the butler, he looked up at the butler and said, "Contact me...Mr."

This... gentleman is Akumali, a cadre next to the short provincial leader of the Al-Shabaab Party, an impulsive cadre.

Since coming into contact with these people, Garton has gradually begun to adapt to his new identity and is doing well.

He very keenly understood the character traits of each of these people. This cadre was very impulsive by nature and had a strong sense of love and hate. In other words, this kind of person was easy to use, as long as he pointed out a person for them. direction, they can hit it head-on.

The butler nodded slightly, "Do I need to contact Mr. Akumali?"

The butler asked with good intentions. If he goes beyond the No. 1 person to contact the cadres below, it will always feel a bit...inappropriate.

Gaden shook his head, "Contacting him will not achieve what I want. Do as I say and invite him to dinner."

The butler left to do this, and Garden was still sitting on the sofa thinking. He noticed the dangerous glint in his brother's eyes as he left.

He probably knew what this disappointing mother and son would do. They were just looking for federal people to help them. It had to be said that this was indeed a headache.

United Development Company has begun to show its dominance. Driven by United Development Company, it is said that even Galil has begun to appreciate in value. This company's strength is too strong and terrifying.

Maybe some people think that such a big company will not notice a small person like him, but the problem is that now is a sensitive period.

The turmoil has just ended, and foreigners have just gone through a round of purges. No matter what this rather strange purge of foreigners is about, at this time it was revealed that "the natives robbed the foreigners' inheritance and drove away the legal heirs." Once the news spreads, there will inevitably be another uproar.

Even if the Federation people are not interested in this matter, those local people in power who are trying to figure out the thoughts of the Federation people will spontaneously side with the mother and son in order to appease the emotions of foreigners and Federation people.

Although Mr. Simon's death gave Garden a lot of practical power, it also cut off the last connection between Garden and the upper class. He didn't know the newly-appointed mayor, the newly-appointed police chief, let alone the newly-appointed mayor. Naturally, big figures like Lynch or Governor Drago couldn't get these people to speak for him.

But the mother and son could do it. Their status as foreigners was very useful at this time. Even if they were a little earlier or a little later, they wouldn't worry about what would happen. But now, they are too sensitive.

He didn't want to do this. He turned his head and looked at the shelf used to display some souvenirs. One of the shelves contained a photo of him and Mr. Simon.

Mr. Simon's arrogant face showed a lot of impatience, while he cautiously showed a rare smile full of happiness.

He certainly didn't know at that time that the one who would eventually inherit everything he had was his son, whom he disliked the most and didn't even acknowledge!

He picked up the wine glass and drank all the wine in one gulp, his eyes particularly determined.

"I will prove that I am the most suitable one!"

A little later,...this unnamed Al-Shabaab cadre came to Garden's home with his two little brothers.

In fact, Garton doesn't like these Shabab members either. Sometimes it's more appropriate to call them hooligans. He knows very well...bringing two people here is not for safety or other purposes, but just to show off his relationship with them in front of them. And take them for a meal.

Garton's face did not show any dissatisfaction or unhappiness. He welcomed the three people into the room with a smile...