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"Kill these foreigners!"

The shouts in the crowd were getting louder and louder. At the beginning, the people were a bit at a loss. The Nagalil people actually have no tradition of resistance. Religion always tells them that patience is better than seeking revenge and gives them a chance to have a good baby.

The vast majority of people don’t have the potential and ideas to "take the lead". In fact, the people who come around are more to watch the excitement. By the way, see if there is any opportunity to take advantage of it, just like they attacked Lynch before. Workers’ residence, or rushed into the rich man’s house not long ago to looting like that.

They are very fierce towards their compatriots' crimes, such as petty thefts. Once these people are caught, it is basically difficult to see the police while they are alive.

But for foreigners, they still do not have the courage to "kill them", because these foreigners have played the role of the third ruling class for a long time in the past, and their social and political status is far higher. For ordinary people.

Ordinary people may dare to take advantage of the crowd, but no one will dare to say "Kill them", which is different in nature and too dangerous.

In Nagalil, the gods will forgive the crimes of those who are rich, but they will never spare a poor person.

But at this moment, someone called out, as if they were planning to do so.

A young Nagalil climbed up the wall of a rich man’s house. His face was full of anger. He waved his fist and shouted with all his strength, “Rush in, kill these foreigners, and take back the belongings. Everything to us!"

Although he was quickly overturned by the stick, but the second person appeared, the third person, and people's faces showed something that had never appeared before.

"It's not ours." The leader of the Mongwu Province of the Al-Shabaab Party who had rushed over looked a little dignified. He was squatting halfway on the canopy of a tree more than 20 meters away.

The view here is good, you can clearly see most of the houses of the rich, as well as those compatriots who are gathering more and more.

Some backbones of the Al-Shabaab were sitting beside him, and there were their people under the tree.

Since they heard that a foreigner tortured and killed a domestic maid, they actively followed up on the incident and rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

But what I didn't expect is that there are people who are faster than them, those who are taking the lead in attacking rich mansions.

They had not been able to find these people from the crowd before, but now they have been exposed.

It is precisely because these people are not members of the Al-Shabaab, that young people who are not tall find things a little troublesome.

He is very aware of the natives of Nagalil, that is, the virtues of his compatriots. They would never and dare to do this kind of thing, let alone they ransacked another rich man’s house before—they. With empty hands, as the first group of people to rush into the house, they should get more things than others.

They shouldn’t continue to make trouble when they have things. Instead, they should go back home quickly, hide the things, and after the storm has passed, they can sell them to the merchants who collect the stolen goods on the nearby black market to make a fortune.

This is almost an unspoken tradition, rules, and everyone is doing this. As for being caught, you can only say that you are unlucky. If you are not caught, you will make a fortune.

But these people didn't. They had empty hands and didn't take anything. The anger on their faces was too exaggerated, and their actions were...too purposeful, and they were not members of the Al-Shabaab. There was a problem in it, there must be a problem!

The other young man sitting next to him didn’t feel anything, with some excited smiles on his face. “It doesn’t matter if it’s ours. I admire them for their courage and determination. We should earn them. In the organization!"

As he said, he was still a little bit ready to move, "This kind of thing can't just make others show off, we should also rush to it, this is a good opportunity for people to understand us!"

The popularity of the Nagalil Youth Party is not very high. Young people who are not tall think that this is not the best time yet. Before they take some "real things" in their hands, it is best not to be too arrogant.

This will attract the attention of local officials, religions, and the third ruling class, and they have also destroyed two temples, and now some guardians are tracking them.

Therefore, he did not immediately agree, but was thinking and weighing. In this process, he saw those people climbing over the courtyard wall and opening the gate from inside. People rushed into the courtyard under the leadership of a few people like a tide. Here, the thugs who were responsible for driving people away were also dispersed and overwhelmed by crowds.

The companion next to him jumped directly from the tree. After landing, he grinned and looked up at him, "Let's go up too, let people know about us!"

The leading young man, who was not tall, was hesitant. He watched those people rush into the house, and the sound of his companions saying "If you don't go again," he heard from his ears. He gritted his teeth and jumped down from the tree.

In fact, it’s not just his cadre. Others are also looking at him excitedly. They have a desire to do big things, but they don’t know. Now the Al-Shabaab is not strong enough, so they rushed to pick up some things that didn’t belong to them. Responsibility will hurt them.

Looking at these companions, the young man changed his opinion slightly, "Our battlefield is not here, remember what I said to you before, what we want is their property, their wealth, rather than killing them to vent their anger! "

"It's easy to kill them, but their property will be confiscated by the government. You should be very aware of our...the virtues of those people. I ask you to split up and go to other places immediately, and help those people make decisions before the situation expands further." !"

He looked at everyone around him, "I have a hunch that this matter will be a big deal, maybe you are right, then let's start!"

There are some big trends that cannot be resisted. In fact, he is also very confused now. He can feel that there is a trend that is rapidly advancing, and even he can feel that some people are "helping" them, but this feeling is not very good.

As for what’s not good, he doesn’t know. The only thing he can do now is to speed up the plan. Their original plan was to let those foreign businessmen who were going to flee to die on their way out of Nagalil, so that their children, or they Local family members in Nagalil can inherit their wealth.

This includes all things that can be inherited, such as cash and assets. The wealth of these rich people must also be inherited in order to better return to people's hands.

Otherwise, the government will find all kinds of reasons to confiscate the property, and then expel the people living in it, which they often do.

This should have been something that shouldn't be too long, but it won't happen now. It still needs some arrangements, but it's too late.

More and more people are pouring in from all directions. Some people have begun to rush to the yard next door. The policemen who have appeared every time in time have not appeared until now. All this indicates that a storm is forming!

At the same time, Mr. Simon, who had already been almost cleaned up, was only waiting for someone to take over his property and then left immediately, Mr. Simon also learned the news from some channels.

He immediately asked the butler to close all the doors, and then he took the shotgun and sat in the study with the fewest windows.

He was a little nervous. A friend of his panicked and talked to him just now, saying that the locals were crazy and they were bashing his house frantically. The noisy environment made him hard to hear what the other party said. , And immediately after a dull sound like a fracture, everything was calm.

But soon, a lingua franca with a local accent rang on the phone-"You are the next one, sir!"

Mr. Simon was very frightened. After the call was over, he ran to the edge of the yard and looked out. There were already some locals on the street who did not belong here.

It must be said here that foreigners have their own blocks and communities. The blocks and communities of foreigners in each city of Nagalil are very prosperous and lively places, but there are not many Nagalil people in these places.

Because of the high consumption here, ordinary Nagalil people are not eligible to appear here. The police will also help the rich to block those who might come in for begging or stealing, and keep them out of the community.

When just looking at the environment in the community, sometimes people don't think that this is Nagalil, and that it is in their own country.

Everything is so beautiful, quiet, there is no smell, and you can't see the rags of Nagalil.

But now, there are already outside, and it seems to be more and more.

Mr. Simon cursed the policemen who were supposed to beat and drive the locals with sticks. They didn't let them in. They didn't do their job well, and gave up the idea of ​​leaving immediately.

He didn't have the guts to hurt others before they hurt him. He was still a law-abiding person, so he suspected that he would be stopped if he was driving. Now hiding at home has become the best choice.

He picked up the shotgun he was hunting ~lightnovelpub.net~ and sat in the study room. He was a little stranger checking everything about this shotgun, the bullets.

Any movement in the ear can make him a little panicked.

He turned his head and looked out the window. There seemed to be some unquiet sounds outside. He picked up the phone and wanted to call the police station number again, but this time, he didn't even give him a busy tone in the receiver, and there was no sound.

The telephone line was cut off?

He was a little frightened and more nervous. He shouted the housekeeper's name loudly. After a while, the door of the study room opened.

"master……"

"I'm a bit thirsty. Also, send someone to check why our phone line is broken. Also, are there many people on the road outside?", he wiped the sweat from his sideburns, "I think it's a bit noisy, not before. Such."

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