Blackstone Code

The next day, several prisoners were beheaded in the square, and their blood flowed all over the ground.

The onlookers stared at those rolling heads, and behind the fearful eyes, there was some excitement.

It is true that people will feel uncontrollable sadness when the same kind is killed, but if this kind of killing is not between opposing species and is just to demonstrate the status of power, then people will not be sad.

I can only be excited, envious, and jealous, wondering why I don’t have such power.

The city hall announced that these people were the gang members who robbed and killed Mike. Their heads were covered with sacks, and no one could see their appearance clearly.

People will believe what the local government says. No matter whether they really believe it or not, at least they will not take the initiative to stand up and oppose the local government's actions and statements. That is simply making themselves unhappy.

However, there are still some people who are spreading the news that the people whose heads were chopped off were not the masterminds and murderers of the Mike tragedy.

Everyone knows who did these things, and they also know that those people are still alive and well. Who is lying can be seen clearly at a glance.

But there is no need for people to stand up and say anything. It is a stupid choice to offend the local government, and it is also a stupid choice to offend those gang members.

This matter seemed to have ended here. The gentlemen of the city hall also invited cameras to take pictures of the execution. It is said that these will be sent to the federal government to tell them that the matter is over.

It sounds like... it makes me want to laugh.

For these Scots who don't think they are very backward, no matter how famous the Bayler Federation is in the world, is it still being played at will by a small country that is not very famous?

This inexplicable sense of superiority made the onlookers in the square straighten their spines. Under the flash of the spotlight held by the photographer, the people looking sideways at the camera became the front page of next week's Federal Times. What’s on the headlines.

People's heads are twisted strangely. In the center of the picture, more than a dozen headless corpses lay neatly dead on the side. There are large blood stains on the ground. In the distance, there are some children laughing and kicking a human head...

This matter ends here.

The 1.8-meter gang leader was sitting on his chair, and his men were counting the piles of money, folding them, tying them with strips of cowhide, and placing them on a huge table.

The table was full of money, piled up to a foot high. There were also some gold products and various jewelry placed near the leader. The money was all exchanged for federal products.

Federal people are not willing to ask for local currency, but for people living locally, they don't care. They even think it is better to exchange it for local currency, at least they can use it anytime and anywhere.

This is only half, and the other half is unsold and kept in the warehouse. When he needs to establish certain relationships in the future, those carefully selected products can become the key.

No one will refuse wealth, and no one will refuse exquisite goods from the Federation. These things will not be so easy to obtain in the future.

Since Mike's shop was robbed and Mike's group of businessmen were killed, many federal businessmen have withdrawn during this period.

Even if there are still some people left, they are reducing the size of their businesses.

Thinking of this, the 1.8 meter gang leader thought about doing it again.

It's too addictive and the benefits are too great. The key is that he has to "block" these markets back.

Only if the federal people stop doing business in a short period of time can the value of the things in his hands continue to increase.

Four or five days later, at around 10 o'clock in the morning, the 1.8-meter-high gang leader came out of the room lazily.

When the door opened, a woman was vaguely revealed lying on the bed in the room, naked and covered with injuries.

This woman is Mike's brother's little lover. In fact, just like Mike said, there is no pure love story about a teenage girl falling in love with a forty-year-old man.

This girl just wanted to seduce Mike's brother and get a ticket to leave Sugar from him.

For many girls living in poor, backward and chaotic areas, as long as they can leave that ghost place and have a temporary residence outside, they are willing to pay any price!

It's a pity that Mike's brother fell into the trap. The dawn of good days has dispelled the darkness, but the eternal night has fallen...

The girl who was lying on the bed dying had no trace of activity in her mind. She didn't think or do anything. Her thinking seemed to have stopped.

Here, she is like a toy that anyone can play with.

When the leader finds the toy interesting, he will occupy her for a period of time, and then she will be given to others.

If she is unlucky and dies, then she will become food for wild dogs. If she is lucky enough to survive, then she will start to put on revealing clothes and do the most despicable things to make money for the gang.

On the day when the future and hope died simultaneously, she and her soul died too.

The 1.8 meter tall gang leader looked at the people running on the playground not far away with a proud expression on his face.

In fact, at this stage, it is almost considered a small clan.

He has money, people, weapons, and is ruthless enough that ordinary forces would not dare to collide with him.

If you run the business for another three to five years, you might even be able to become a mayor or military officer.

In Scotland, a backward and barbaric country, power is never inherited, but stolen.

These people in the courtyard are his future capital. There are some young people who have recently been recruited. Many of these young people with ruthless faces are somewhat famous outside.

But when they arrived in front of him, they were all as well-behaved as the girls in the room.

His approach caused the running people to stop. He took out a cigarette. Immediately, someone came over, lit it, and passed it over with his hands covering his face.

He planned to say something to establish and deepen his position in the minds of these people. This was also a way to bring everyone closer.

The flames in front of him were almost close to his mouth. He lowered his head and put the cigarette up. But at this moment, there was a sudden sound, and he rolled and fell to the ground. Looking at the huge body that slowly fell, his brain was already smashed. Thinking about a problem with the last bit of stubbornness.

It's just a cigarette, can it blow your fucking head off?

This sudden change made everyone dumbfounded. The 1.8 meter gang leader had been in this area for many years.

It's not that no one has challenged him, it's just that everyone who challenged him has died, so that no one has thought of stepping on his head to get to the top.

But, at this moment, he died.

One shot blew out his head, and then more intensive gunshots rang out, but something was not right.

The sound of these gunshots did not sound like the local guns used by the locals, or the guns coming from abroad.

The sound of these gunshots was a continuous "bursting" sound. It was not harsh or loud, but it could still be heard clearly.

The people who just stopped and gasped were like ears of wheat harvested by the death scythe. Blood flowers bloomed on everyone's body and then they fell. Until now, they don't even know what happened.

At this moment, three soldiers wearing thick combat uniforms broke into the door. Those who were pretending to be dead and the people in the room discovered that the person who had just attacked them was on the roof next door.

These people were well-trained and marched alternately. Those who pretended to be dead had no chance to escape. After they came in, they shot everyone once, all in the head.

I have heard of people with their hearts on the other side, but no one has heard of people with their heads on their butts, and that is indeed the case.

No matter whether he pretended to be dead or not, if he was shot in the head, he would be dead.

Then gunshots would occasionally ring out, but they soon stopped, and everyone in the surrounding rooms was cleared away, leaving no one alive.

Except of course the girls who look like victims.

They were driven together, shivering, some were vomiting, and some had fainted.

On the contrary, the naked girl woke up when she smelled the pungent smell of blood. She shivered, and her lifeless eyes regained focus.

She looked around blankly, and soon her eyes fell on the 1.8-meter-tall gang leader with only half a head left.

She rushed over, grabbed with her hands, kicked with her feet, venting the anger and despair in her heart...

All the people who were shot were dragged to the center of the yard, and then someone took pictures of them. They also took pictures of their warehouses, and took away all the valuable and easy-to-carry things inside.

From the first gunshot to the end of all fighting and the evacuation, it took less than ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, the mayor was still sleeping and the police chief had just gotten out of bed.

Within ten minutes, some brave people came to the door of the courtyard and bounced their heads inside.

"I swear we will be punished when we go back this time!" the commando who was chewing tobacco asked casually.

The pleasure of killing subsided after a brief excitement, and he began to become a little nervous. Chewing tobacco leaves was a very good way to relax and help relieve tension.

The captain glanced sideways at him, "Mind yourself, I'll take care of the other things!"

In the back row of the car, a girl wrapped in sheets looked at these people. She was so confused that she didn't know how to describe her innermost thoughts at this time.

I thought I fell into hell, but unexpectedly I climbed up again...

At that time, she was watching these people about to leave, and she suddenly said, "Take me with you, I know Mike."

Then the captain took her with him.

This woman is of some use. This is what the captain thinks. If you want to reach the captain level in Blackstone Security and be able to command a military operation, you don't just need enough professionalism, you also need to be able to use your brain.

He knew what Mr. Lynch wanted, that this girl was valuable.

He looked back at the girl and said, "We may have to take pictures of you later, if you don't mind."

The girl doesn't care at all whether her body will be seen by more people. She only has one question, "Can I go to the Bayler Federation?"