England 1986

Chapter 59 Long Memory?
A black thief with his hands tied behind his back was dragged to the open space in the middle of the yard by the bodyguards.

Crouching beside him, the bodyguard took out a few small red firecrackers in his hand.

This is a small firecracker that is sold in many places with Chinatowns. Foreigners also like this thing very much. They like to set off firecrackers when a place opens. Some foreigners follow their example and set off this kind of firecrackers during festive occasions.

Today's individual small firecrackers were dismantled from the hanging firecrackers.

Gently stuffing a small firecracker into the black thief's ear hole, the bodyguard smiled at the terrified black man, took out a windproof lighter and lit the fuse of the firecracker stuck in the black thief's ear hole.

"bump!"

A little far away, the firecrackers sounded like a crisp sound, but the screams of the black people were hysterical.

The ear is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, not to mention the ear hole, which is the closest to the brain.

At close range, a small firecracker that seemed not very powerful was stuffed into the ear hole and exploded. When the eardrum was shattered, the whole person's brain buzzed as if it had exploded, and the dark blood mixed with it A little gray smoke slowly flowed out from the ear hole.

Seeing the treatment of the black people in the middle of the yard, the few black people around them really started to get scared, and some of them struggled and begged for mercy.

but.
It's all in vain, these bodyguards didn't talk nonsense to them.

Every black man couldn't escape, and they were pulled over in turn. First, a firecracker was set off in one ear hole, and they were lit one after another.

The screams came one after another.

Luo Luoge stared at the tragic situation in the yard with wide eyes, a little incredulous.

This kind of method is too vicious, and the external injuries are not obvious. This kind of small firecrackers can't even hurt the ears, but the inside
Just listen to the screams of these people and you will know that pain cannot lie.

Just such a small firecracker, these people have been abolished.

Luo Luoge has seen some people lose control of themselves due to fright.

Nineteen people, not one of them, everyone was served by the little firecracker for a round, and when everyone was taken care of, the bodyguards started a new round from the first person, blowing another ear piercing.

Luo Luoge whispered a little unbearably: "Your Excellency."

Hearing his voice, Allen raised his left hand, stopped him from speaking, and asked instead: "Today they dared to grab things and hurt people in the hospital. What will happen in the future? Are they going to hurt tourists? You know this project is very important to me. What does it mean? What you have to do now is not to sympathize with them, but to think about how to strengthen the law and order here!"

"These people, you will arrange them later, get them all away, don't dirty my hospital, by the way!"

Allen turned his head to look at the doctor who had just finished stitching and asked, "Who hurt you just now?"

The doctor lifted the bandaged arm and pointed in one direction downstairs with his left hand.

"Okay! Rorog, go. You go and chop off his hand yourself, so that he can have a memory."

Facing Alan's cold gaze, Rorog quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally nodded and said, "I will be a good sir."

Seeing Rorog leave the room, Spencer hesitated a little and said, "Aren't you afraid that he will hold a grudge?"

"Holding a grudge? Ha. Do you think he has a conscience? Maybe he is the instigator behind this group of people?!"

Allen smiled, put his right hand on Spencer's shoulder and said, "I'm sure I won't be able to run here often in the future. What about you? You're freer than me. When you're free, come and have a look, like People like them, if they don't have the ability to help us deal with small things, what face do they have to pay dividends?"

"When the time comes, you can take their children back and place them in a school, or you can take them to Daying to experience a different world when you are not busy! When they taste the sweetness, they will realize the lack of money Once you have experienced it, you will be completely corrupted, and when the time comes, you can offer him a rebate and ask them to help us get land at a low price, and they will be motivated."

Spencer hated Allen's strategizing in front of him, which would make him look naive.

Some were dissatisfied and said: "Then what if they don't cooperate? Are they not corroded?"

Hearing Spencer's uplifting, Allen turned his head, looked at Spencer with mentally retarded eyes, and said, "Where is this place? This is Gambia! It's not London! He doesn't cooperate? Get rid of him and replace him with someone who is willing to cooperate." It’s fine if you don’t! There are people behind him who want to cooperate with us, as for who cooperates with us in the end. Is there any difference? I only look at the result!”

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Spencer grinned. He felt like he was on board a pirate ship, and he still couldn't get off.

After a recent period of understanding, Spencer also figured out Alan's mode of operation and purpose.

And what Allen is doing now is to blatantly pick himself out in front of his face.

This entire industrial chain is officially done in the name of economic support from the Ministry of Noble Affairs.

And his Spencer's future mission is to seduce these Gambian official personnel, corrupt them, and then when the time is right, grab a big wave, eat it up and leave!

And what role does Allen play in this?
Nothing works!

Even when he came to Gambia this time, he came here for the purpose of shooting a movie.

What's even more exaggerated is that in order to completely extract himself, this old cunt even thought of a countermeasure before the filming of the movie started.

The plot of his movie is about an English widow who came to Gambia by boat to find black ducks!
After the movie is released, most people will subconsciously think that such an industry existed in Gambia before the movie was made.

And he, Allen, just made a movie with this theme.

Almost no one thinks in reverse and finds out that Allen has reversely driven an industrial chain in the name of making movies.

This is a routine played with the help of ordinary people's thinking inertia, that is, the principle of darkness under the lamp.

After the whole process, he Alan has basically nothing to do with this matter!

This is a great example of standing up!

The corner of Spencer's mouth twitched, and he was about to hold back another sentence to mock the timid and fearful Allen.

A louder scream came from the small courtyard downstairs, so loud that it woke up Spencer directly!

Looking down the window, the chubby Rorog slowly got up with a fire ax in his hand, and the black man under him was writhing on the ground in pain with his wrists in his arms.

"Look! These people. You have to urge them and force them to do things, and then they will honestly help you do things. Don't expect them to have any initiative."

Allen smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows at Spencer, and stared at the people downstairs again, as if watching a clown.

"After I go back, if someone steals or robs things here in the future, they have to follow today's procedure. I don't believe that if they do it a few more times, they dare to come again!"

(End of this chapter)