The next day, several prisoners had their heads chopped off in the square, and blood shed all over the ground.

The onlookers stared at the heads that were rolling and tumbling, and behind the horrified eyes, there was some excitement.

The killing of the same kind will indeed make people feel uncontrollable sadness, but if this kind of killing is not between opposing species, but just to demonstrate the status of power, then people will not be sad.

Only excited, envious, jealous, why don't you have such power.

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

People believe in whatever the local government says. No matter whether they really believe it or not, at least they will not take the initiative to oppose the local government's practices and statements. It is purely unhappy for themselves.

But there are still some people who are circulating that those whose heads have been chopped off are not the masterminds and murderers of Mike's tragedy.

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

But people don’t have to stand up and say anything. Offending the local government is a stupid choice, as is offending those gangs.

This incident seemed to have ended. The elders of the city hall also asked for cameras to take pictures of the execution. It is said that these will be sent to the federal government, telling them that this incident is over.

It sounds... kind of like making people want to laugh.

For these Sugs who don't think they are too backward, no matter how prestigious the Baylor Federation is in the world, is it not being played at will by their small, lesser-known country?

This inexplicable sense of superiority made the onlookers on the square straighten their spine. Under the flash of the photographer's high spotlight, everyone looking sideways at the camera became the front page of the Federal Times next week. Content on the headlines.

People's heads are weirdly distorted. At the center of the picture, more than a dozen dead bodies without heads are neatly dead on one side. There are large blood stains on the ground. There are some children in the distance who are laughing and kicking a human head...

This matter is over here.

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

The table was full of money, piled a full foot high, and some gold products and various jewels were placed near the leader. The money was exchanged for federal goods.

The federal people are unwilling to ask for local currency, but for people living in the local area, they don't care. On the contrary, they think that it is better to exchange for local currency, at least to use it anytime and anywhere.

This is only half, and the other half is not sold. It is stored in the warehouse. When he needs to open up certain relationships in the future, those carefully selected products can become the key.

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

Since Mike's shop was robbed, and Mike and his gang who run the business were killed, many federal merchants have evacuated during this period.

Even if there are some people left, they are reducing the scale of their business.

Thinking of this, the 1.8-meter gang leader wondered if he would do it again.

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

Only when the Federalist does not come to do business for a short time can the value of those things in his hand continue to appreciate.

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

When the door opened, it vaguely revealed a woman lying on the bed in the room, naked and wounded on her body.

This woman is the little lover of Mike's brother. In fact, as Mike said, there is no pure love story of a teenage girl falling in love with a forty-something old man.

The girl just wanted Bang Mike's brother to get a ticket to leave Su Ge 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 for it!

It's a pity that Mike's younger brother is on the set. The dawn of a good day has already dispelled the darkness, but Eternal Night has come...

The girl lying on the bed dying has no signs of activity in her mind. She didn't think about anything, did nothing, her thinking seemed to have fallen into a pause.

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

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

If she dies out of luck, she will become food for wild dogs. If she is lucky enough to not die, then she will begin to change into explicit clothes and do the most sordid things to make money for the gang.

On the day when the future and hope died at the same time, she and her soul also died.

The 1.8-meter gang leader looked at the people who were running on the playground not far away, with some triumphant expressions on his face.

In fact, at his stage, he was almost a small clan.

We have money, people, weapons, and are ruthless enough that ordinary forces don't dare to collide with him.

In three or five years of operation, he might still be a mayor or an officer.

In Suge, a backward and barbaric country, power is never inherited, but grabbed.

These people in the yard are all his future capital. There are some young people who have recently recruited in, and many of these young people with fierce faces are somewhat famous outside.

But in front of him, one by one was like the girl in the room.

His approach caused the people who were running to stop. He took out a cigarette, and immediately someone came over to light the fire and cover it with his hand.

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

The flames in front of him were a bit close to his mouth. He lowered his head and pointed the cigarette up, but at this moment, with a sudden sound, he rolled and fell to the ground, looking at the huge body that was slowly falling down, and his sloppy brain. Thinking about a problem with the last few stubbornness.

Just light a cigarette, can you blow up your head?

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

It's not that no one has challenged him, it's just that all those who challenged him are dead, so that no one has thought about the idea of ​​stepping on his head.

But, at this moment, he died.

A shot blasted his head, and then more intense gunfire sounded, but something was not quite right.

These gunshots are not like the soil guns used by the locals, or those guns from abroad, which shook the sky.

These gunshots were "suddenly" continuous together, not harsh, not loud, but they could be heard clearly.

The people who just stopped and gasped were like wheat ears being harvested by the death sickle. Everyone had blood blossoms and fell down. They didn't even know what happened.

At this moment, three soldiers in thick combat uniforms broke in. Those who pretended 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 gave everyone a shot, all in the head.

I have heard of people with a heart on the other side, but no one has heard of a person with a head on the buttocks. This is true.

No matter whether you pretend to be dead or not, you can't die anymore if you blow your head with a shot.

The gunfire occasionally rang, but it soon ceased. All the people in the surrounding rooms were cleaned up, and no one was left alive.

Of course, except for those girls who seem to be victims.

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

On the contrary, it was the girl with a red fruit body, and she woke up after smelling the pungent **** smell. She shivered, and her eyes regained focus.

She looked around blankly, and soon her eyes fell on the 1.8-meter-high gang leader with only half of his 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 killed were dragged to the center of the yard, and then someone took pictures of them. I didn't forget to take a picture of these people's warehouses, and took away all the valuable and easy-to-carry things inside.

It took less than ten minutes from the first gunshot to the end of all battles and then to evacuation.

For ten minutes, the mayor was still asleep, and the chief of the police station just got up from the bed.

In ten minutes, some bold people approached the door of the yard and flicked their heads inside.

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

The pleasure brought by the murder calmed down after a brief excitement, and he began to feel a little nervous. Chewing tobacco is a very good way to relax ~lightnovelpub.net~ to help relieve the tension.

The captain squinted at him, "Take care of yourself, I will take care of other things!"

In the back row of the car, a girl wrapped in a bed sheet looked at these people. She didn't know how to describe the thoughts deep in her heart at this time.

I thought I had fallen into hell, but I didn't expect to climb up again...

When she watched these people leaving, she suddenly said "Take me, I know Mike"

Then the captain took her with him.

This woman is a bit useful. This is the captain's idea. In Blackstone Security, if you want to be a captain and be able to command a military operation, you don't only need enough professionalism, but also need to be able to use your brain.

He knows what Mr. Lynch wants, this girl is valuable.

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

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