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Lynch’s good mood comes quickly and goes quickly.

Just as people were doing the most basic inspections and taking meters around the Aser entire group, some riots suddenly occurred on the outermost periphery of the crowd.

These riots are spreading rapidly from the periphery to the middle. Many people who are queuing or watching the excitement have changed their faces. Soon Aser is left with only him and some staff members.

A group of locals, aggressive holding sticks and the like rushed over. They overturned chairs and tables that were blocking the road, and beat other people with sticks.

“Boss, I’ll fix these people…” The sergeant sitting in the corner stood up with the gun in his hand. His face was not pretty. His job was to maintain stability, but obviously he did Less than this.

Lynch pays them much more every month than when they were in the Army. Even their family members have each got a job from Lynch’s companies, if they want to.

at first, they may not adapt to this change, from loyal to the country to loyal to someone. After all, not long ago, they would wake up every morning as soon as they lightly lighted up, singing the national anthem around the flag Running in circles.

But now, it is not “sir” but “sir” that gives them the order, even though the two words are sometimes the same word, or even the same pronunciation.

These people outside made his face uncontrollable. He also told Lynch that the society environment here is very stable, and they are about to give up their farts. As a result, they embarrassed themselves on the 2nd day!

These people will really look for opportunities!

He felt cruel, and the other soldiers who joined Lynch first had a little bit more embarrassment with resentment on their faces. Just when they were about to go out, Lynch raised his hand to stop them.

“No, don’t show up. Don’t disturb them when they don’t do anything. I believe that the bullets in your gun barrels will resolve disputes faster than their backward weapons, right?”

The sergeant was nodded, but they did not at all return to their positions, but let everyone find some suitable shooting places together.

This does not mean that they will take the lives of local people anytime and anywhere. The way to stop disputes is not only to kill one party, but also to make one party lose the ability to harm others.

Lynch just watched, calmly.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that something like this would erupt, domestic power, foreign power, ideological opposition at home and abroad, opposition in society, religion, belief, freedom…

There are too many things that are contrary to the local traditional culture. Some things may not be intense, such as some simple things such as living habits.

But there are also some potential issues with strong conflicts, such as religion, belief, etc.

These problems are definitely unstoppable. Traditionally, only the upper-level things can be covered by the cover, and there has never been lower-level things that can be covered by the cover.

The reason is simple, the base is here.

The problems at the top are only the individual problems of a few people. Even if the group expands further, it is only a problem for a small group of people, 5% of the people.

As long as these people do not speak, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf, and these middle and lower-class people, 95% of the society, their channels for obtaining information from the upper-level are precisely what the upper-level people tell them .

This also eliminates the possibility of spontaneously discovering the truth and secrets by the lower level, they have no channels at all.

As for why the lower-level problems cannot be concealed, because once these problems break out, they are 80% or 95% of the problems. As for the decision of the last 5%, it will not even be important.

So Lynch at first knew that the development of Nagalil was impossible, and it won’t be the last conflict, it’s just the first.

Now what he wants to see is who is instructing these people behind their backs, or what their purpose is.

The crowd that caused the riots has rushed to the core of the recruitment. Those are youngsters, probably in their twenties, and some children are younger.

They gradually stopped in front of Aser. They seemed to be arguing about something, and Lynch soon knew.

The sound coming from outside the glass wall became louder and louder. Some local people who were still watching the excitement actually joined this group of people.

They raised their fists and waved rhythmically, shouting “Foreigners Get Out” slogans loudly.

Looking at these people’s neat actions, watching them shouting slogans that may have been formulated a few days ago, or even longer, to say that there is no one behind these people to support, no one to instigate, Lynch absolutely does not believe .

At the same time, this will also be a big problem, a “host” malicious to the “bad guest”!

Less than one minute later, a group of police officers ran from a distance blowing sharp whistles. If they were put in the past, these people would definitely escape at this time, but this time it was very unexpected.

Especially the few leading people. Not only did they not escape, but instead stood still, as if they were waiting for the police to catch them.

The moment the police came into contact with them, the police batons wrapped in a thin layer of rubber hit these people. They didn’t lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the batons. .

Rather, they stood there stiffly, letting those batons fall on their bodies, on their heads, even if their torn skin and gaping flesh were beaten, their heads were bleeding.

It may be that the unexpected toughness of these people made the police some not knowing what to do. They actually stopped attacking these people on their own initiative, and some of them stood still.

What happened suddenly was so sudden that they suddenly realized that they did not have much experience and ability to deal with such unexpected situations.

These people just don’t hide or avoid, just standing there is enough to make them move in and out.

Lynch’s expression is still flat, he knows these policemen have done something stupid.

When a person on the side of justice finds that a bastard on the side of evil is doing a bad thing, he can pretend to pass by without knowing anything.

But once he chooses to intervene, he must have an intuitive result, or the stop is not thorough enough, then what he did before is far more harmful to the society than he did nothing.

In the past, people may still have some kind of fluke in their hearts. It may just be that evil was not discovered when it was breeding. Now, people will only have another feeling…

The youngster headed by him suddenly raised an arm, his head was broken several times, and the blood covered his original appearance.

In the sun, among a group of wolves and ferocious policemen, some thin and sad silhouettes still stand. Amidst the heart-pounding red, there are a pair of black and white eyes. He didn’t even have any expressions when he spoke.

He only slowly, looking at everyone’s faces, the policeman standing next to him took a few steps uncomfortably.

Most people are afraid to look at him, but some people endure some indescribable pressure, and then slowly raise their arms.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressed, and Lynch’s expression finally changed.

“Is there a phone?”, he turned and looked at the busy cafe Boss not far away. This is a local. He came out of the counter. He didn’t know if it was the Boss, or just a buddy, or Boss and buddy.

The boss and buddy quickly nodded, “Yes, sir…” He looked at Lynch, and the lips he had just closed seemed to open again, but in the end he said nothing.

He wanted to tell Lynch that calling requires extra payment. In Nagalil, all things related to “modernization” are not cheap, such as telephones.

But he did not say, because the weapons in the hands of the foreigners around Lynch made him afraid to say, he didn’t want to cause some misunderstandings because of a small amount of money, and he was willing to bear the extra loss In order not to be troublesome.

Lynch called the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over, which is not far from the police station.

After the police chief arrived at the scene, he sorted his clothes and then his armed belt. When he saw those policemen who were not knowing what to do, his face became darker.

He drew out his baton. This time not only the youngsters covered in blood, but even the policemen became his targets.

More police, more chaotic scenes, but it seems that something has become different.

At the same time, in a villa a few kilometers away-it is difficult to describe it. If it is a villa, then it is obviously underestimated.

But if it is a manor or even a castle, it seems too exaggerated.

Nagalil’s worthless land allows people here to build their houses very large when they build houses, especially those who are rich, who can add bricks to their houses without restraint. Until they feel satisfied.

This is the case with this house here. It occupies a very large area. The highest place is only three floors. In fact, only one and a half masters live in the entire complex, and the rest are servants who serve them.

Simon was whispering something to a few people in the side hall. Each of them had a serious expression. The room was full of smoke. Even if the window was opened, the smell of smoke lingered.

Outside the door, a somewhat thin child is walking cautiously with a tray. He is the son of Simon and the local life, but his status is not very high. This may not be the same as his mother. relationship.

Of course, it may also have something to do with him being a “hybrid”. Simon doesn’t like this child who was born to integrate into the locals.

In short, his identity is embarrassing, he is half the owner of this house.

The status is a bit higher than the ordinary person, but it is half a head lower than Simon and the foreigners.

At this time, Simon is discussing matters with his friends, and generally only him, Simon’s biological son, is eligible to enter at this time.

Those people have been in it for a long time, and he prepared new scented tea and pastries as usual to send in.

He knew that Simon didn’t like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to change father’s mind.

The moment he opened the door, he just yelled half of the “father” pronunciation, and a teacup hit his forehead, making him dizzy.

There was also a grumpy command in my ear, which was not like what a father said to his child.

“Get out!”

“Immediately!”