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"Snapped!"

The whip dipped in salt water was dipped on a troublemaker, and he struggled painfully, twisting his body, but it didn't make any sense at all.

The whips in the police station are much stronger than the whips outside. These whips are specially prepared to deal with some "disobedient" people.

These whips are made from dozens of cow-neck leather strips.

After being nitrated, cow neck leather will be very hard and more flexible. These leather strips are about two to three millimeters wide, leaving right-angled edges, and then woven tightly together.

Usually need to maintain a certain humidity, not too dry, it is easy to crack when dry, and not too damp, too damp will become soft.

There is a dedicated person in the police station who takes care of these whips, which of course is worth it.

When a whip is drawn on a person's body, a "#"-shaped mark will be formed where the whip falls. At first, it will swell up and the entire wound area will swell up.

Then the skin with obvious scars will split in the process of swelling, and blood will leak out, but the amount of bleeding will not be high.

These whips will be dipped in strong salt water before use. At this time, the cracked skin will begin to absorb the surrounding strong salt water, the wound will be further torn apart, and the strong salt water will be poured in, causing more severe pain.

What's more interesting is that the wound from the whip is not big, and it is soft, and will not directly cause oppressive or mechanical damage to the organs. Salt water can also help disinfect.

Even if you use this whip for a whole day, you can't beat anyone to death.

It only takes two or three days, a little treatment, and the victim can recover almost and accept the punishment again.

For the usual minor problems, it's almost enough to get ten lashes, but today the guy in the interrogation room has been slapped for more than half an hour.

The chief of the police station was shirtless, and his thick chest hair exuded a disgusting stench. He swiped the whip hard and drew it down fiercely.

"Snapped!"

He didn't ask questions, didn't ask who sent him to Lynch's recruitment site to make trouble, and there was no question about who the others were, or if there were any accomplices.

Judging from the decades of experience of the police chief and these mud dogs fighting against each other, the more they ask before they collapse, the more it helps them resist. It is better not to ask anything and just keep hitting them. Explain it yourself.

This is more effective than anything. This is the experience of the chief of police.

Every time the whip is drawn on the body, the young man who is hung up will scream, he is like those fishes waiting to be dissected by the sea, the fish that have left the water.

No matter how hard they struggle when they are hung up, a few adults may not be able to control them, but as long as the time is up, they will automatically die, just like this young man.

There was another whip with a "slap". The chief of the police station had gloomy eyes and the muscles on his face. He glanced angrily at the hanging young man, turned and soaked the whip in salt water.

Beating is also a physical task. Don't think that beating is easy. Basically, people with this idea have never fought or beaten people.

In fact, beating is very laborious. A normal adult who can last for more than three minutes in a fierce confrontation can be said to be a very endurance person.

Many people can't hold it for three minutes.

The chief of the police station was also a little tired from the beating. He took a sip of water in his cup and gasped for a while, then silently picked up the whip and drew it up.

Every time the first whip is soaked in salt water, the first whip will sink extraordinarily. The moisture increases the strength of the whip. The young man screamed again. His cry was not as loud as it was at the beginning, and it was very hoarse, even worse. With a hint of crying.

The chief of the police station knew that he was about to collapse.

...

A few minutes later, the police chief appeared outside the chief's office neatly. He pulled the hem of his police uniform and pulled hard to make sure that his clothes were not wrinkled. Then he pulled the armed belt again. Knocked on the door.

After a word of "come in" came inside, he cautiously opened the door, with a pleasing smile on his face, first glanced at Lynch who was sitting on the side, nodded in greeting, and finally looked at Della next to him. Governor of Georgia.

"Explain, Lord Governor...", he paused, "Mr. Lynch."

At this moment, he is not at all reminiscent of the brutal appearance in the interrogation room just now, but I have to say that he is still very capable.

"Some time ago, someone contacted some local young people and said yes..." The police chief glanced at Lynch. Although his movements were not large, they were still obvious.

Governor Drago saw the action of the sky, but did not speak. The chief of police immediately understood what the governor meant. He was not evasive, and then said, "It is Nagalil who needs foreigners and The looting from foreigners, if you want to be strong, you can only rely on the Nagalil people themselves. They formed an organization called the Nagalil Youth Party, which only attracts young people."

There was no change on Governor Drago's face, nor did Lynch's face.

It is normal for social consciousness to trigger a certain kind of stress response when it is forced by an external force, but the stress response of these people is a bit more intense than other possible milder methods, and its nature is a little special.

"I don't care about these things, I just want to know who instigated them." Dragg just sat there, putting a lot of pressure on the police chief.

The latter nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the young man said that no one instigated them, it was just their spontaneity."

"The Nagalil Youth Party above them gave them some propaganda materials with some slogans and similar doctrines. They themselves temporarily decided to make trouble on Mr. Lynch's recruitment union..."

The chief of the police station also felt that this incident was very special. This kind of incident had never happened before in this country.

After its power was dismembered, it was handed over to the governor and high priest of each province, let alone any party, even some social groups with social influence did not exist.

Suddenly, a youth party popped up, which was really surprising.

"...They claim that all this is to make Nagalil completely awakened. All young people should stand together, otherwise it will become a paradise for foreigners."

There are some things that the Chief of Police did not say, because some of those words are not suitable to be said here.

That young man, or some of the ideas of the Nagalil Youth Party, cannot be said to be completely wrong.

Prayton's control of the entire social economy has actually pushed this society to the brink of losing control. If power is held by a small group of people in the society, others can more or less control something to meet their needs in life. Wealth, then this kind of life can continue.

But it doesn't work now. The money is in the hands of foreign businessmen and those in power in the country. They divide the natural dividends of society completely, leaving nothing to ordinary people.

In fact, as long as you go deeper to some remote places, you can feel the despair of this society, the poor people in the slums outside the city, and the poor homeless people in the streets and alleys.

All this is already declaring that something must be changed, whether it is the ruling class of the society or the structure of the entire society.

The emergence of the Al-Shabaab is a kind of awakening, a kind of angry young people from the bottom of society who have grown up in the new era. It is the awakening of these people.

The targets they accuse are only two kinds of people, one is a powerful person, such as the governor of the province, and the other is a rich person, such as Mr. Lynch.

Therefore, the chief of the police station would not say these things.

After the chief of the police station had finished saying what he should say, he lowered his head and said nothing more.

Governor Drago glanced at Lynch and seemed to be asking his opinion.

Lynch just frowned, "Since no one instructed, let's do this first, but I think it's better to suppress this kind of signs. These are just a group of careerists who may hide some mouse thoughts."

"Alright, pay close attention to these people." Dragg said, standing up and leaving the police station with Lynch.

While sitting in the car, Governor Drago was talking to himself, and as if asking Lynch, he said softly, "Nothing like this has ever happened before..."

He was referring to things like people forming groups. Power and religions used to control people well. People believe in the sayings of those religions. Even if they are treated unfairly, they won’t rise up.

Now suddenly a Nagalil Youth Party popped out, making Dragor feel caught off guard, as if everything was gradually losing control.

Lynch sat next to him, looked at the people who were driven to the side of the road by the police outside the window, looked at the complex expressions on their faces, and shook his head slightly.

"Have you played Sandcastle, Mr. Drago."

Mr. Drag is Lynch’s new name for Governor Drago. On the one hand, they are "partners." Several Governors of Nagalil have joined the joint development company ~lightnovelpub.net~ and Some are in the process of joining.

Secondly, he is a federal citizen and Lynch's private partner, so Lynch uses "Mr." to call him in a more civilized way.

Governor Drago nodded, "If you mean the kind of sandcastle on the beach, yes, I played, what's wrong?"

Building sand castles on the beach is one of the favorite games of many people who live by the sea when they are young. The wet sand has magical plasticity. Many people like to use it to do something, although many are nothing.

"I have played, and for a while I was even obsessed...", he said and smiled, as if sighing for the simple happiness of his childhood, "I have always done something beautiful, unlike some adults. So beautiful."

"I thought that when I grew up, I could make a beautiful sand castle like them, but when I grew up, I realized that I still couldn't do it."

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