Chapter 441
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Lynch's good mood comes and goes quickly.
Just as people were doing the most basic checks and taking watches around ASR and his party, suddenly there were some riots at the periphery of the crowd.
These riots are rapidly spreading from the periphery to the middle. Many people who are lining up or watching the excitement have changed their faces. Soon, there are only him and some staff around ASR.
A group of locals rushed forward with sticks and other things. They overturned the chairs and tables blocking the road and beat others with sticks.
"Boss, I'll take care of these people..." the staff sergeant sitting in the corner stood up with his gun in his hand. His face was not very good-looking. His job was to maintain stability, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it.
Lynch paid them much more every month than when they were in the army. Even their families got a job from Lynch's enterprises, if they wanted.
At first, they may not adapt to this change, from allegiance to the country to allegiance to someone. After all, not long ago, they got up at dawn every morning, sang the national anthem and ran around the federal flag.
But now, it is not "Sir" but "Sir" who gives them orders, even though the two words are sometimes the same word or even the same pronunciation.
These people outside made him lose face. He told Lynch that the social environment here was very stable and they were about to fart. As a result, he gave himself an embarrassment the next day!
These people really look for opportunities!
He was cruel in his heart. Several other soldiers who joined Lynch first also had a little more embarrassment with resentment on their faces. When they were going out, Lynch raised his hand and stopped their action.
"No, don't show up. Don't disturb them when they don't do it. I believe the bullets in your barrel will solve disputes faster than their backward weapons, right?"
The staff sergeant nodded, but they didn't directly return to their position, but asked everyone to find some places suitable for shooting.
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 hurt others.
Lynch just looked at it, calmly.
In fact, from the beginning, he knew that such things would break out, domestic forces, foreign forces, the opposition of ideology at home and abroad, the opposition of social forms, religion, belief, freedom
There are too many things that violate the local traditional culture. Some things may not be intense, such as some simple problems such as living habits.
But there are also some potential problems with strong conflict, such as religion, belief, etc.
These problems can not be blocked or suppressed. Historically, only the things at the upper level can be covered, and never the things at the lower level can be covered.
The reason is simple. The cardinality is here.
The problem at the top is only an individual problem of a few people. Even if the group expands a little, it is only a small group of people, five percent of people.
As long as these people do not speak, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf. Moreover, these middle and lower class people, 95% of the people in this society, have access to information from the upper class, which is exactly what the upper class people tell them personally.
This also put an end to the possibility that the lower level can spontaneously discover the truth and secret. They have no channel at all.
As for the problems of the lower class, why can't they be covered up? Once these problems break out, they will be 85% and 95%, and the decision of the last 5% will not even be very important.
So Lynch knew from the beginning that the development of nagariel could not go smoothly, and this would not be the last conflict, it was only the first time.
Now he wants to see who is behind these people, or what their purpose is.
The people who caused the riots have rushed into the core of recruitment. Those are young people, about 20 years old, and some children are younger.
They gradually stopped in front of ASR. They seemed to be arguing about something. Lynch soon knew.
The sound outside the glass wall was getting louder and louder. Some locals who were still watching the excitement actually joined the group.
They raised their fists, waved them rhythmically, and shouted the slogan "foreigners get out".
Looking at these people's neat actions and shouting slogans that may have been formulated a few days or more ago, Lynch would never believe that there was no support or instruction behind these people.
At the same time, it will also be a big trouble, the malice of a "master" to "evil guest"!
Less than a minute later, a group of policemen came running from a distance with sharp whistles. If they were put in the past, these people would escape in all directions, but this time it was very unexpected.
Especially the leaders, they not only didn't escape, but stood where they were, as if they were waiting for the police to catch them.
At the moment when the police contacted them, batons wrapped with a thin layer of rubber were beaten on these people. They didn't lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the beating of batons as they used to.
But just stand there and let those batons fall on their bodies and heads, even if they are beaten.
It may be that the unexpected toughness of these people made the police feel at a loss. They actually took the initiative to stop attacking these people, and some stood where they were at a loss.
What happened suddenly was so sudden that they suddenly found that they didn't have much experience and ability to deal with such emergencies.
These people just don't hide. Just standing there is enough to make them lose ground.
Lynch's expression was still plain. He knew that the policemen had done a stupid thing.
When a man on the side of justice finds a bastard on the side of evil doing a bad thing, he can pretend to pass by without knowing anything.
However, once he chooses to intervene, he must have an intuitive result, or the prevention is not thorough enough. What he did before is far more harmful to the society than what he did nothing.
In the past, people may still have some luck in their hearts. It may be that evil was not found when it bred. Now, people only have another feeling
The leading young man suddenly raised an arm, his head was broken several holes, and his original appearance was covered with blood.
In the sun, among a group of ferocious and ferocious policemen, some thin and sad figures still stand. In a palpitating bright red, there are a pair of black and white eyes. He held his arms high, didn't speak, and even didn't have any expression.
He just slowly looked at everyone's face. The policeman standing next to him stepped back a few uncomfortable steps.
Most people dare not look at him, but some people bear some unspeakable pressure, and then slowly raise their arms.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressed, and Lynch's face finally changed.
"Is there a phone?", he turned and looked at the cafe owner who was also watching the excitement not far away. He was a local. He came out of the counter and didn't know whether it was the boss, just a waiter, or a boss and a waiter.
The boss and waiter quickly nodded, "yes, sir..." he looked at Lynch. His lips just closed seemed to open again, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He wanted to tell Lynch that there was an extra payment for making a phone call. In nagariel, everything related to "modernization" was not cheap, such as the phone.
But he didn't say, because the weapons in the hands of foreigners around Lynch made him dare not say. He didn't want to cause some misunderstandings because of a small amount of money. He was willing to bear this additional loss just to do nothing.
Lynch called the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over. In fact, it's not far from the police station.
When the police chief arrived at the scene, he first cleaned up his clothes, and then his armed belt. When he saw the bewildered police, his face became darker.
He drew out his baton. This time, not only the young people with blood, but also the police became the target of his attack.
More police, more chaotic scenes, but it seems that some things have become different.
At the same time, in a villa a few kilometers away - it is difficult to describe it. If it is a villa, it is obviously underestimated.
But if it is a manor or even an ancient castle, it is too exaggerated.
Nagariel's worthless land allows people here to build their houses very large when building houses, especially those rich people. They can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint until they feel satisfied.
This house here is like this. It covers a wide area, and the highest place is only three floors. In fact, only one and a half owners live in the whole building complex, and the rest are servants who serve them.
Simon is whispering something with several people in the side hall. Each of them has a serious expression. The room is filled with smoke. Even if the window is opened, the strong smell of smoke lingers.
Outside the door, a skinny child came cautiously with a tray. He was the son of Simon and local life, but his status was not very high, which may have something to do with his mother's non legitimate daughter.
Of course, it may also have something to do with his being a "hybrid". Simon doesn't like the child born to integrate with the locals.
In short, his identity is very embarrassing. He is half the owner of the house.
The status is a little higher than ordinary people, but it is half a head lower than Simon and those foreigners.
Simon is discussing things with his friends at this time. Generally, only his own son is qualified to go in at this time.
Those people had been inside for a long time. As usual, he prepared new flower tea, water and cakes to send in.
He knew Simon didn't like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to change his father's mind.
At the moment he opened the door, he just shouted out half the pronunciation of "father", and a tea cup hit his forehead, making him dizzy.
His ears were filled with angry orders, which was not like what a father said to his children.
"Get out!"
"Now!"
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Lynch's good mood comes and goes quickly.
Just as people were doing the most basic checks and taking watches around ASR and his party, suddenly there were some riots at the periphery of the crowd.
These riots are rapidly spreading from the periphery to the middle. Many people who are lining up or watching the excitement have changed their faces. Soon, there are only him and some staff around ASR.
A group of locals rushed forward with sticks and other things. They overturned the chairs and tables blocking the road and beat others with sticks.
"Boss, I'll take care of these people..." the staff sergeant sitting in the corner stood up with his gun in his hand. His face was not very good-looking. His job was to maintain stability, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it.
Lynch paid them much more every month than when they were in the army. Even their families got a job from Lynch's enterprises, if they wanted.
At first, they may not adapt to this change, from allegiance to the country to allegiance to someone. After all, not long ago, they got up at dawn every morning, sang the national anthem and ran around the federal flag.
But now, it is not "Sir" but "Sir" who gives them orders, even though the two words are sometimes the same word or even the same pronunciation.
These people outside made him lose face. He told Lynch that the social environment here was very stable and they were about to fart. As a result, he gave himself an embarrassment the next day!
These people really look for opportunities!
He was cruel in his heart. Several other soldiers who joined Lynch first also had a little more embarrassment with resentment on their faces. When they were going out, Lynch raised his hand and stopped their action.
"No, don't show up. Don't disturb them when they don't do it. I believe the bullets in your barrel will solve disputes faster than their backward weapons, right?"
The staff sergeant nodded, but they didn't directly return to their position, but asked everyone to find some places suitable for shooting.
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 hurt others.
Lynch just looked at it, calmly.
In fact, from the beginning, he knew that such things would break out, domestic forces, foreign forces, the opposition of ideology at home and abroad, the opposition of social forms, religion, belief, freedom
There are too many things that violate the local traditional culture. Some things may not be intense, such as some simple problems such as living habits.
But there are also some potential problems with strong conflict, such as religion, belief, etc.
These problems can not be blocked or suppressed. Historically, only the things at the upper level can be covered, and never the things at the lower level can be covered.
The reason is simple. The cardinality is here.
The problem at the top is only an individual problem of a few people. Even if the group expands a little, it is only a small group of people, five percent of people.
As long as these people do not speak, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf. Moreover, these middle and lower class people, 95% of the people in this society, have access to information from the upper class, which is exactly what the upper class people tell them personally.
This also put an end to the possibility that the lower level can spontaneously discover the truth and secret. They have no channel at all.
As for the problems of the lower class, why can't they be covered up? Once these problems break out, they will be 85% and 95%, and the decision of the last 5% will not even be very important.
So Lynch knew from the beginning that the development of nagariel could not go smoothly, and this would not be the last conflict, it was only the first time.
Now he wants to see who is behind these people, or what their purpose is.
The people who caused the riots have rushed into the core of recruitment. Those are young people, about 20 years old, and some children are younger.
They gradually stopped in front of ASR. They seemed to be arguing about something. Lynch soon knew.
The sound outside the glass wall was getting louder and louder. Some locals who were still watching the excitement actually joined the group.
They raised their fists, waved them rhythmically, and shouted the slogan "foreigners get out".
Looking at these people's neat actions and shouting slogans that may have been formulated a few days or more ago, Lynch would never believe that there was no support or instruction behind these people.
At the same time, it will also be a big trouble, the malice of a "master" to "evil guest"!
Less than a minute later, a group of policemen came running from a distance with sharp whistles. If they were put in the past, these people would escape in all directions, but this time it was very unexpected.
Especially the leaders, they not only didn't escape, but stood where they were, as if they were waiting for the police to catch them.
At the moment when the police contacted them, batons wrapped with a thin layer of rubber were beaten on these people. They didn't lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the beating of batons as they used to.
But just stand there and let those batons fall on their bodies and heads, even if they are beaten.
It may be that the unexpected toughness of these people made the police feel at a loss. They actually took the initiative to stop attacking these people, and some stood where they were at a loss.
What happened suddenly was so sudden that they suddenly found that they didn't have much experience and ability to deal with such emergencies.
These people just don't hide. Just standing there is enough to make them lose ground.
Lynch's expression was still plain. He knew that the policemen had done a stupid thing.
When a man on the side of justice finds a bastard on the side of evil doing a bad thing, he can pretend to pass by without knowing anything.
However, once he chooses to intervene, he must have an intuitive result, or the prevention is not thorough enough. What he did before is far more harmful to the society than what he did nothing.
In the past, people may still have some luck in their hearts. It may be that evil was not found when it bred. Now, people only have another feeling
The leading young man suddenly raised an arm, his head was broken several holes, and his original appearance was covered with blood.
In the sun, among a group of ferocious and ferocious policemen, some thin and sad figures still stand. In a palpitating bright red, there are a pair of black and white eyes. He held his arms high, didn't speak, and even didn't have any expression.
He just slowly looked at everyone's face. The policeman standing next to him stepped back a few uncomfortable steps.
Most people dare not look at him, but some people bear some unspeakable pressure, and then slowly raise their arms.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressed, and Lynch's face finally changed.
"Is there a phone?", he turned and looked at the cafe owner who was also watching the excitement not far away. He was a local. He came out of the counter and didn't know whether it was the boss, just a waiter, or a boss and a waiter.
The boss and waiter quickly nodded, "yes, sir..." he looked at Lynch. His lips just closed seemed to open again, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He wanted to tell Lynch that there was an extra payment for making a phone call. In nagariel, everything related to "modernization" was not cheap, such as the phone.
But he didn't say, because the weapons in the hands of foreigners around Lynch made him dare not say. He didn't want to cause some misunderstandings because of a small amount of money. He was willing to bear this additional loss just to do nothing.
Lynch called the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over. In fact, it's not far from the police station.
When the police chief arrived at the scene, he first cleaned up his clothes, and then his armed belt. When he saw the bewildered police, his face became darker.
He drew out his baton. This time, not only the young people with blood, but also the police became the target of his attack.
More police, more chaotic scenes, but it seems that some things have become different.
At the same time, in a villa a few kilometers away - it is difficult to describe it. If it is a villa, it is obviously underestimated.
But if it is a manor or even an ancient castle, it is too exaggerated.
Nagariel's worthless land allows people here to build their houses very large when building houses, especially those rich people. They can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint until they feel satisfied.
This house here is like this. It covers a wide area, and the highest place is only three floors. In fact, only one and a half owners live in the whole building complex, and the rest are servants who serve them.
Simon is whispering something with several people in the side hall. Each of them has a serious expression. The room is filled with smoke. Even if the window is opened, the strong smell of smoke lingers.
Outside the door, a skinny child came cautiously with a tray. He was the son of Simon and local life, but his status was not very high, which may have something to do with his mother's non legitimate daughter.
Of course, it may also have something to do with his being a "hybrid". Simon doesn't like the child born to integrate with the locals.
In short, his identity is very embarrassing. He is half the owner of the house.
The status is a little higher than ordinary people, but it is half a head lower than Simon and those foreigners.
Simon is discussing things with his friends at this time. Generally, only his own son is qualified to go in at this time.
Those people had been inside for a long time. As usual, he prepared new flower tea, water and cakes to send in.
He knew Simon didn't like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to change his father's mind.
At the moment he opened the door, he just shouted out half the pronunciation of "father", and a tea cup hit his forehead, making him dizzy.
His ears were filled with angry orders, which was not like what a father said to his children.
"Get out!"
"Now!"
Lynch's good mood comes and goes quickly.Just as people were doing the most basic checks and taking watches around ASR and his party, suddenly there were some riots at the periphery of the crowd.These riots are rapidly spreading from the periphery to the middle. Many people who are lining up or watching the excitement have changed their faces. Soon, there are only him and some staff around ASR.A group of locals rushed forward with sticks and other things. They overturned the chairs and tables blocking the road and beat others with sticks."Boss, I'll take care of these people..." the staff sergeant sitting in the corner stood up with his gun in his hand. His face was not very good-looking. His job was to maintain stability, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it.Lynch paid them much more every month than when they were in the army. Even their families got a job from Lynch's enterprises, if they wanted.At first, they may not adapt to this change, from allegiance to the country to allegiance to someone. After all, not long ago, they got up at dawn every morning, sang the national anthem and ran around the federal flag.But now, it is not "Sir" but "Sir" who gives them orders, even though the two words are sometimes the same word or even the same pronunciation.These people outside made him lose face. He told Lynch that the social environment here was very stable and they were about to fart. As a result, he gave himself an embarrassment the next day!These people really look for opportunities!He was cruel in his heart. Several other soldiers who joined Lynch first also had a little more embarrassment with resentment on their faces. When they were going out, Lynch raised his hand and stopped their action."No, don't show up. Don't disturb them when they don't do it. I believe the bullets in your barrel will solve disputes faster than their backward weapons, right?"The staff sergeant nodded, but they didn't directly return to their position, but asked everyone to find some places suitable for shooting.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 hurt others.Lynch just looked at it, calmly.In fact, from the beginning, he knew that such things would break out, domestic forces, foreign forces, the opposition of ideology at home and abroad, the opposition of social forms, religion, belief, freedomThere are too many things that violate the local traditional culture. Some things may not be intense, such as some simple problems such as living habits.But there are also some potential problems with strong conflict, such as religion, belief, etc.These problems can not be blocked or suppressed. Historically, only the things at the upper level can be covered, and never the things at the lower level can be covered.The reason is simple. The cardinality is here.The problem at the top is only an individual problem of a few people. Even if the group expands a little, it is only a small group of people, five percent of people.As long as these people do not speak, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf. Moreover, these middle and lower class people, 95% of the people in this society, have access to information from the upper class, which is exactly what the upper class people tell them personally.This also put an end to the possibility that the lower level can spontaneously discover the truth and secret. They have no channel at all.As for the problems of the lower class, why can't they be covered up? Once these problems break out, they will be 85% and 95%, and the decision of the last 5% will not even be very important.So Lynch knew from the beginning that the development of nagariel could not go smoothly, and this would not be the last conflict, it was only the first time.Now he wants to see who is behind these people, or what their purpose is.The people who caused the riots have rushed into the core of recruitment. Those are young people, about 20 years old, and some children are younger.They gradually stopped in front of ASR. They seemed to be arguing about something. Lynch soon knew.The sound outside the glass wall was getting louder and louder. Some locals who were still watching the excitement actually joined the group.They raised their fists, waved them rhythmically, and shouted the slogan "foreigners get out".Looking at these people's neat actions and shouting slogans that may have been formulated a few days or more ago, Lynch would never believe that there was no support or instruction behind these people.At the same time, it will also be a big trouble, the malice of a "master" to "evil guest"!Less than a minute later, a group of policemen came running from a distance with sharp whistles. If they were put in the past, these people would escape in all directions, but this time it was very unexpected.Especially the leaders, they not only didn't escape, but stood where they were, as if they were waiting for the police to catch them.At the moment when the police contacted them, batons wrapped with a thin layer of rubber were beaten on these people. They didn't lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the beating of batons as they used to.But just stand there and let those batons fall on their bodies and heads, even if they are beaten.It may be that the unexpected toughness of these people made the police feel at a loss. They actually took the initiative to stop attacking these people, and some stood where they were at a loss.What happened suddenly was so sudden that they suddenly found that they didn't have much experience and ability to deal with such emergencies.These people just don't hide. Just standing there is enough to make them lose ground.Lynch's expression was still plain. He knew that the policemen had done a stupid thing.When a man on the side of justice finds a bastard on the side of evil doing a bad thing, he can pretend to pass by without knowing anything.However, once he chooses to intervene, he must have an intuitive result, or the prevention is not thorough enough. What he did before is far more harmful to the society than what he did nothing.In the past, people may still have some luck in their hearts. It may be that evil was not found when it bred. Now, people only have another feelingThe leading young man suddenly raised an arm, his head was broken several holes, and his original appearance was covered with blood.In the sun, among a group of ferocious and ferocious policemen, some thin and sad figures still stand. In a palpitating bright red, there are a pair of black and white eyes. He held his arms high, didn't speak, and even didn't have any expression.He just slowly looked at everyone's face. The policeman standing next to him stepped back a few uncomfortable steps.Most people dare not look at him, but some people bear some unspeakable pressure, and then slowly raise their arms.The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressed, and Lynch's face finally changed."Is there a phone?", he turned and looked at the cafe owner who was also watching the excitement not far away. He was a local. He came out of the counter and didn't know whether it was the boss, just a waiter, or a boss and a waiter.The boss and waiter quickly nodded, "yes, sir..." he looked at Lynch. His lips just closed seemed to open again, but in the end he didn't say anything.He wanted to tell Lynch that there was an extra payment for making a phone call. In nagariel, everything related to "modernization" was not cheap, such as the phone.But he didn't say, because the weapons in the hands of foreigners around Lynch made him dare not say. He didn't want to cause some misunderstandings because of a small amount of money. He was willing to bear this additional loss just to do nothing.Lynch called the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over. In fact, it's not far from the police station.When the police chief arrived at the scene, he first cleaned up his clothes, and then his armed belt. When he saw the bewildered police, his face became darker.He drew out his baton. This time, not only the young people with blood, but also the police became the target of his attack.More police, more chaotic scenes, but it seems that some things have become different.At the same time, in a villa a few kilometers away - it is difficult to describe it. If it is a villa, it is obviously underestimated.But if it is a manor or even an ancient castle, it is too exaggerated.Nagariel's worthless land allows people here to build their houses very large when building houses, especially those rich people. They can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint until they feel satisfied.This house here is like this. It covers a wide area, and the highest place is only three floors. In fact, only one and a half owners live in the whole building complex, and the rest are servants who serve them.Simon is whispering something with several people in the side hall. Each of them has a serious expression. The room is filled with smoke. Even if the window is opened, the strong smell of smoke lingers.Outside the door, a skinny child came cautiously with a tray. He was the son of Simon and local life, but his status was not very high, which may have something to do with his mother's non legitimate daughter.Of course, it may also have something to do with his being a "hybrid". Simon doesn't like the child born to integrate with the locals.In short, his identity is very embarrassing. He is half the owner of the house.The status is a little higher than ordinary people, but it is half a head lower than Simon and those foreigners.Simon is discussing things with his friends at this time. Generally, only his own son is qualified to go in at this time.Those people had been inside for a long time. As usual, he prepared new flower tea, water and cakes to send in.He knew Simon didn't like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to change his father's mind.At the moment he opened the door, he just shouted out half the pronunciation of "father", and a tea cup hit his forehead, making him dizzy.His ears were filled with angry orders, which was not like what a father said to his children."Get out!""Now!"
