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The young man who fell to the ground screamed miserably while holding his thigh. One of the three bullets was skewed, and the remaining two shot into his thigh and caused penetrating injuries.

This is mainly because young people do not have much body fat and muscle fibers are not strong enough. The bullet can easily tear a thin layer of skin and flesh through the other side.

"Lucky guy!" Lynch lowered his gun, "Your **** is watching you, giving you good luck, I forgive you."

The bullet did not hit the bone. If it did, the bullet would get stuck on the bone instead of falling out after being shot through. This kind of skin wound looks terrifying. Of course, it is true, but it is not troublesome.

As long as the wound is treated well, he will be able to heal soon.

The young man struggled for a while before the screams gradually subsided. He was full of beads of sweat, and he was forced to help people stand up.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lynch..." is another series of compliments. The young man may think that Lynch deliberately did not hit his leg bones, so Lynch is tolerant and kind, and he did not ask for certainty. He was about to break his leg.

But where did he and others know that it was purely because of Lynch's bad marksmanship, but it also brought a positive side to the matter.

People who believe in religion, believe in gods, and believe in destiny always believe that every step of life is determined by a certain will. For example, Lynch did not hit this young man’s leg bones. His tolerance and kindness played a role. At the same time, fate also played a role.

This also made other young people begin to accept this result. They lined up and accepted the shooting. Even if someone was unlucky and the bullet hit the bone, they would be supported by people and praised Lynch for his kindness and tolerance.

Even in the end, Lynch took out a sum of money and asked them to go to a doctor to treat their leg injuries. This series of actions made people respect and awe at Lynch for a while.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Lynch spoke again.

"I know that some people have taken something belonging to me from here, just like what we have just experienced. I am a reasonable person...", he stood in the middle of the camp, watching the crowds around. The calm temperament of those people is heartbreaking.

"You took my things and damaged my place. I will give you a chance to let you see my tolerance."

"Return the things I took from me, and I will give up holding you to other responsibilities, but if someone doesn't do that...", he looked at the chief of the police station on the side, "You will catch them, right? ?"

Lynch is not a local official, nor a local ruling class. He is just a foreign businessman, but at this moment, he does this so that it will not make people think that he is doing something wrong.

The police chief nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I can definitely catch those people!"

"Very well, leave it to you. I'm going to take my father to treat his wounds." Lynch said and looked at the bewildered young man standing aside, "Give you a three-day holiday to enjoy. My newly married, I will see you on the construction site in three days, do you understand?"

When Lynch took Nell into the car, Nell's blood stopped flowing long ago. He started to pick up the blood clots that dried up on his skin with his hands. "I thought you would treat these people more cruelly."

"Why do you think so, we are civilized?" Lynch returned the sergeant with a strange pistol, and praised his weapon by the way. "Your pistol is great, you can shoot a lot without changing the magazine. Bullets."

The sergeant grinned and did not answer the question.

In the army, limited modifications to the firearms you own are allowed, such as increasing the capacity of drums and magazines are the most common.

Some people will deliberately increase the magazine capacity of the pistol, because in this period, once the war progresses to the extent that a pistol is needed, there will basically be no chance to change the magazine.

Although the soldiers of the Union who had not participated in any war during the World War had not been on the front line, they had done enough preparations. The sergeant changed his pistol magazine. It is said that another soldier invented a big gun. I have also obtained a patent for playing drums. I am currently working in a military industrial group for development.

Small modifications are normal, it's nothing special.

Returning the gun to the sergeant, Lin Qicai turned his head and looked at Nell, "Killing them is actually useless, except to make the locals hate you more and hate you. It may make you meet you anytime, anywhere. Except for the danger of life, you will get nothing."

He made it very clear. Under the current circumstances, killing these people is actually about...a matter of dozens of dollars, and these dozens of dollars are just bullets.

He didn't need to pay even a penny for the follow-up work for those who were ordered to be killed. The provincial governor would help him fix the storm.

Things can be done, but the words are still the same, there is no need.

Nell also sighed, "Then let them go?" He gritted his teeth and grunted, "They broke our door, our house, took our things, and also took mine. My head broke, just let them go?"

Lynch looked at Nell up and down, looking at the latter a little uncomfortable, "Look, you didn't do anything when you vented you just now, and now you feel uncomfortable..."

He talked and laughed, and as the laughter gradually stopped, there was a little more playfulness on his face, "Don’t worry, Nell, this thing won’t be so simple, it’s over. I’m a fair person, remember Yes, I will give them a fair result..."

Lynch shook his head, "Anyway, you know it."

"Can you tell me?" Nell took a seat to Lynch. "I'm the only one who knows?"

Lynch never said, still squinting at him, his face was shocked, "Don't you believe me?"

...

After all, Lynch's actions were not in vain. When they saw these foreigners shooting their compatriots unscrupulously, some people couldn't bear the fear in their hearts.

In their eyes, the extremely powerful police chief is like a rabbit that has been castrated. He clamps his legs and stands beside Lynch. Once the police chief gets serious, those who stole things can't escape. Lose.

This is also a problem in a closed society and cannot get out. Can't get in.

Compared to adults with better psychological endurance, some young people who have some knowledge of the world, but who seem to understand but do not understand, are more likely to have fear in their hearts.

They know some of the cruelty of society, but they are not complete, and they have a little understanding of the rules of society and its operating mechanism. This kind of perception, which seems to be understood or not, makes them instinctively fearful.

Not long after Lynch left, a teenager who seemed to be only seventeen or eighty-nine years old walked into the camp with a torn bag of bottles and cans.

He found a random place to put the things--he didn't even lose it, but gently put it down, then turned and prepared to leave.

At this time, someone stopped him.

"Sir?" The young man turned and looked at a forty-year-old, some bald foreigner with fear in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't steal something from here."

"It doesn't matter, your honesty has made you redeemed. Mr. Lynch knows that someone will take the first step bravely. You are an amazing person, so you got a chance."

"He asked me to ask you a question, would you like to work for him?"

The young man froze for a few seconds, then nodded frantically, "Yes sir, yes sir, I thought Mr. Lynch would serve him, what does he need to do for him?"

"I can do anything!", he straightened his thin chest, "I run fast, and many people can't catch me."

He boasted of his merits, and the deputy manager's gaze inadvertently swept away from the bag of things stolen by the boy in front of him, "A job may be some physical work, or it may be a job abroad."

"Mr. Lynch... has his own business all over the world. We need some reliable and honest people. You fit this characteristic well..."

When the young man walked out of the camp in a daze, he did not expect that fate would have made such a big joke with him!

He just sent back what he had stolen, and Master Lynch would give him a job, maybe even a job abroad!

Everyone knows how good the benefits of these foreigners are. Aser has already read out the recruitment policy a few days ago. The salary of nearly two hundred galil (one fifty cents federal Sol) per day makes many people very happy. Excitement!

And they promised a free lunch and some labor protection supplies. These conditions are so attractive!

Everyone wants to be an employee of Mr. Lynch, dressed in decent work clothes to enter and exit the clean and tidy factory gates, but the opportunity is not likely to fall on everyone who needs it.

He had participated in the selection but failed. The recruiter said he was too thin and did not meet the requirements.

Unexpectedly, the hope that has been lost will get a chance here!

Not long after he walked out, some peers and some adults also gathered around and asked him what he had talked with the deputy manager when he was inside.

They looked at ~lightnovelpub.net~ just to see what Lynch would do. They were eager to know what the teenager and the people inside said.

The young man was very honest. He told others what he knew, including the other's promise. He was affirmed by Mr. Lynch for abiding by "Master Lynch's rules."

He will be an employee of Mr. Lynch!

This immediately detonated people's enthusiasm for returning the "stolen goods". No matter how valuable the broken copper is, it is not as real as a foreign-funded enterprise's job!

The second person appeared, and he carried a phonograph into the camp, and soon he came out of the camp with a surprised expression, watching the others laugh, and it was self-evident.

In less than a day, not only all the things lost in the camp were recovered, but also a lot of odds and ends...

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