Chapter 455
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The young man lying on the ground held his thigh and howled miserably. One of the three bullets was crooked, and the remaining two hit his thigh and caused penetrating injuries.
This is mainly because young people don't have much body fat and muscle fibers are not strong enough. Bullets can easily tear a thin layer of skin and wear it out from the other side.
"Lucky guy!" Lynch lowered his gun. "Your God looks at you and gives you good luck. I forgive you."
The bullet didn't hit the bone. If it did, the bullet would get stuck on the bone instead of falling out after being shot through. This kind of flesh wound looks terrible. Of course, it is true, but it's not troublesome.
As long as the wound is treated properly, he will recover soon.
The young man struggled for a while, and the scream gradually subsided. His head was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans, and he forced others to help him stand up.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lynch..." is another series of compliments. The young man may think that Lynch deliberately didn't hit his leg bone, so Lynch is tolerant and kind. He didn't ask to break his leg.
But he, and others, didn't know that it was simply because Lynch's shooting was bad, but it also brought a positive side to the matter.
People who believe in religion, gods and fate always believe that every step of life is determined by a certain will. For example, Lynch didn't hit the young man's leg bone. His tolerance and kindness played a role, and fate also played a role.
This also made other young people begin to accept the result. They lined up and were shot. Even if someone had bad luck and the bullet hit the bone, they would be helped up by people and praised Lynch's kindness and tolerance.
Even in the end, Lynch took out a sum of money and asked them to go to a doctor to treat their leg injuries. This series of actions made people respect and awe Lynch for a time.
Just when everyone thought it was over, Lynch spoke again.
"I know that some people have taken some things belonging to me from here, just like what we have just experienced. I am a reasonable person..." he stood in the center of the camp and looked at the people around him. His calm temperament was frustrating.
"You took my things and damaged my place. I will give you a chance to see my tolerance."
"Return what you took from me, and I'll give up pursuing your other responsibilities, but if someone doesn't do that..." he looked at the police chief aside, "you'll catch them, won't you?"
Lynch is neither a local official nor a local ruling class. He is just a foreign businessman, but at this moment, he will not make people feel that he has done wrong.
The police chief nodded again and again. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I can catch those people!"
"Well, I'll leave it to you. I'll take my father to deal with his wound." Lynch said and looked at the young man standing at a loss. "I'll give you three days off to enjoy your wedding. I'll see you on the construction site in three days. Do you understand?"
When Lynch took Nell on the bus, Nell's blood stopped flowing long ago. He began to pick up the dried blood clots on his skin with his hands, "I thought you would treat these people more cruelly."
"Why do you think so? We are civilized people?", Lynch returned the pistol to the staff sergeant strangely and praised his weapon. "Your pistol is great. You can shoot a lot of bullets without changing the magazine."
The staff sergeant grinned and didn't answer the question.
In the army, limited modifications to their own guns are allowed, such as increasing the capacity of cartridge drums and cartridges are the most common.
Some people will deliberately increase the cartridge capacity of pistols, because in this period, once the war goes to the extent that pistols are needed, there will basically be no chance to change the cartridge.
Although the federal soldiers who had not participated in any war during the world war had not been on the front line, their preparations were well done. The staff sergeant changed his pistol cartridge. It is said that another soldier invented a big bullet drum and obtained a patent. At present, he works in a military industrial group to engage in development.
Small modifications are normal. It's nothing special.
Returning the gun to the staff sergeant, Lin Qicai turned and looked at Nell. "It's no use killing them. You can't get anything except to make the local people hate you more and hate you. You may be in danger of killing you anytime and anywhere."
He made it clear that killing these people under the current circumstances is actually about... Tens of dollars. These tens of dollars are just bullet money.
He doesn't need to pay even a penny for those who were killed by his order to do follow-up work. The governor will help him deal with the storm.
Things can be done, but it's still that sentence. It's not necessary.
Nell sighed, "then let them go?" he groaned with gnashing teeth. "They broke our gate, our house, robbed our things, and broke my head. Let them go?"
Lynch looked up and down at Nell, and the latter was a little uncomfortable. "Look, you didn't do it when you were angry just now, and now you're uncomfortable..."
He said and laughed. As the laughter gradually stopped, his face became more playful. "Don't worry, Nell, it won't be so simple. It's over. I'm a fair man. Remember, I'll give them a fair result..."
Lynch shook his head. "Anyway, you know."
"Can you tell me?" Nell sat down with Lynch. "I know alone?"
Lynch never said, but also squinted at him. His face was shocked, "don't you believe me?"
……
Lynch's actions were not in vain after all. When he saw these foreigners shooting those compatriots recklessly, some people's hearts could not bear this fear after all.
In their eyes, the extremely powerful police chief is like a castrated rabbit, clamping his legs and standing next to Lynch. Once the police chief gets serious, those who steal things can't escape.
This is also a problem in a closed society. I can't get in.
Compared with adults with better psychological tolerance, some teenagers who have some understanding of the world are more likely to be afraid.
They know the cruelty of some societies, but they are not complete. They also know a little about the rules of society and its operating mechanism. This perception that they seem to know little makes them instinctively feel afraid.
Not long after Lynch left, a teenager who looked only seventeen or eighty-nine years old walked into the camp with a broken bag containing bottles and cans.
He put his things in a random place - he didn't even lose them, but gently put them down, and then turned around to leave.
At this time, someone stopped him.
"Sir?", the young man turned and looked timidly at a bald foreigner in his forties, with fear in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't steal things here."
"It doesn't matter. Your honesty has saved you. Mr. Lynch knows that someone will take the first step bravely. You are a great man, so you have a chance."
"He asked me to ask you a question. Would you like to work for him?"
The young man was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded his head madly, "yes, sir, yes, sir, I thought Mr. Lynch was at his service. What does he need to do for him?"
"I can do anything!" he also straightened his thin chest. "I run fast. Many people can't catch up with me."
He boasted of his advantages. The deputy manager's eyes inadvertently swept over the bag of things stolen by the boy in front of him, "a job may be some manual work or working abroad."
"Mr. Lynch has his own business all over the world. We need some reliable and honest people. You are in line with this characteristic..."
When the young man walked out of the camp vaguely, he didn't expect that fate had played such a big joke on him!
He just sent back what he had stolen. Master Lynch will give him a job, maybe even a job abroad!
Everyone knows how good the welfare treatment of these foreigners is. A few days ago, ASR has read out the recruitment policy. The salary of nearly 200 Galil (1.50 federal sol) every day makes many people very excited!
And they also promised to have a free lunch and distribute some labor protection articles. These conditions are very attractive!
Everyone wants to be Mr. Lynch's employee, wear decent work clothes and enter the clean and tidy factory gate, but the opportunity can't fall on everyone who needs it.
He went to the selection, but failed. The recruiter said he was too thin to meet the requirements.
Unexpectedly, I lost my hope and got a turn here!
Not long after he walked out of the door, some peers and adults gathered around and asked him what he talked to the deputy manager when he was inside.
They looked outside to see what Lynch would do. They urgently wanted to know what the teenager and the people inside said.
The young man was very honest. He told others what he knew, including the other party's commitment. Because he abided by "master Lynch's rules", he was affirmed by master Lynch.
He will be Lord Lynch's employee!
This suddenly ignited people's enthusiasm to return "stolen goods". No matter how valuable the scrap iron is, it is not as real as a job in a foreign-funded enterprise!
The second man appeared. He carried a gramophone into the camp. Soon he came out of the camp with a surprised look on his face and watched the others laugh. Naturally, the meaning is self-evident.
In less than a day, the lost things in the camp were not only found, but also a lot of bits and pieces
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The young man lying on the ground held his thigh and howled miserably. One of the three bullets was crooked, and the remaining two hit his thigh and caused penetrating injuries.
This is mainly because young people don't have much body fat and muscle fibers are not strong enough. Bullets can easily tear a thin layer of skin and wear it out from the other side.
"Lucky guy!" Lynch lowered his gun. "Your God looks at you and gives you good luck. I forgive you."
The bullet didn't hit the bone. If it did, the bullet would get stuck on the bone instead of falling out after being shot through. This kind of flesh wound looks terrible. Of course, it is true, but it's not troublesome.
As long as the wound is treated properly, he will recover soon.
The young man struggled for a while, and the scream gradually subsided. His head was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans, and he forced others to help him stand up.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lynch..." is another series of compliments. The young man may think that Lynch deliberately didn't hit his leg bone, so Lynch is tolerant and kind. He didn't ask to break his leg.
But he, and others, didn't know that it was simply because Lynch's shooting was bad, but it also brought a positive side to the matter.
People who believe in religion, gods and fate always believe that every step of life is determined by a certain will. For example, Lynch didn't hit the young man's leg bone. His tolerance and kindness played a role, and fate also played a role.
This also made other young people begin to accept the result. They lined up and were shot. Even if someone had bad luck and the bullet hit the bone, they would be helped up by people and praised Lynch's kindness and tolerance.
Even in the end, Lynch took out a sum of money and asked them to go to a doctor to treat their leg injuries. This series of actions made people respect and awe Lynch for a time.
Just when everyone thought it was over, Lynch spoke again.
"I know that some people have taken some things belonging to me from here, just like what we have just experienced. I am a reasonable person..." he stood in the center of the camp and looked at the people around him. His calm temperament was frustrating.
"You took my things and damaged my place. I will give you a chance to see my tolerance."
"Return what you took from me, and I'll give up pursuing your other responsibilities, but if someone doesn't do that..." he looked at the police chief aside, "you'll catch them, won't you?"
Lynch is neither a local official nor a local ruling class. He is just a foreign businessman, but at this moment, he will not make people feel that he has done wrong.
The police chief nodded again and again. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I can catch those people!"
"Well, I'll leave it to you. I'll take my father to deal with his wound." Lynch said and looked at the young man standing at a loss. "I'll give you three days off to enjoy your wedding. I'll see you on the construction site in three days. Do you understand?"
When Lynch took Nell on the bus, Nell's blood stopped flowing long ago. He began to pick up the dried blood clots on his skin with his hands, "I thought you would treat these people more cruelly."
"Why do you think so? We are civilized people?", Lynch returned the pistol to the staff sergeant strangely and praised his weapon. "Your pistol is great. You can shoot a lot of bullets without changing the magazine."
The staff sergeant grinned and didn't answer the question.
In the army, limited modifications to their own guns are allowed, such as increasing the capacity of cartridge drums and cartridges are the most common.
Some people will deliberately increase the cartridge capacity of pistols, because in this period, once the war goes to the extent that pistols are needed, there will basically be no chance to change the cartridge.
Although the federal soldiers who had not participated in any war during the world war had not been on the front line, their preparations were well done. The staff sergeant changed his pistol cartridge. It is said that another soldier invented a big bullet drum and obtained a patent. At present, he works in a military industrial group to engage in development.
Small modifications are normal. It's nothing special.
Returning the gun to the staff sergeant, Lin Qicai turned and looked at Nell. "It's no use killing them. You can't get anything except to make the local people hate you more and hate you. You may be in danger of killing you anytime and anywhere."
He made it clear that killing these people under the current circumstances is actually about... Tens of dollars. These tens of dollars are just bullet money.
He doesn't need to pay even a penny for those who were killed by his order to do follow-up work. The governor will help him deal with the storm.
Things can be done, but it's still that sentence. It's not necessary.
Nell sighed, "then let them go?" he groaned with gnashing teeth. "They broke our gate, our house, robbed our things, and broke my head. Let them go?"
Lynch looked up and down at Nell, and the latter was a little uncomfortable. "Look, you didn't do it when you were angry just now, and now you're uncomfortable..."
He said and laughed. As the laughter gradually stopped, his face became more playful. "Don't worry, Nell, it won't be so simple. It's over. I'm a fair man. Remember, I'll give them a fair result..."
Lynch shook his head. "Anyway, you know."
"Can you tell me?" Nell sat down with Lynch. "I know alone?"
Lynch never said, but also squinted at him. His face was shocked, "don't you believe me?"
……
Lynch's actions were not in vain after all. When he saw these foreigners shooting those compatriots recklessly, some people's hearts could not bear this fear after all.
In their eyes, the extremely powerful police chief is like a castrated rabbit, clamping his legs and standing next to Lynch. Once the police chief gets serious, those who steal things can't escape.
This is also a problem in a closed society. I can't get in.
Compared with adults with better psychological tolerance, some teenagers who have some understanding of the world are more likely to be afraid.
They know the cruelty of some societies, but they are not complete. They also know a little about the rules of society and its operating mechanism. This perception that they seem to know little makes them instinctively feel afraid.
Not long after Lynch left, a teenager who looked only seventeen or eighty-nine years old walked into the camp with a broken bag containing bottles and cans.
He put his things in a random place - he didn't even lose them, but gently put them down, and then turned around to leave.
At this time, someone stopped him.
"Sir?", the young man turned and looked timidly at a bald foreigner in his forties, with fear in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't steal things here."
"It doesn't matter. Your honesty has saved you. Mr. Lynch knows that someone will take the first step bravely. You are a great man, so you have a chance."
"He asked me to ask you a question. Would you like to work for him?"
The young man was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded his head madly, "yes, sir, yes, sir, I thought Mr. Lynch was at his service. What does he need to do for him?"
"I can do anything!" he also straightened his thin chest. "I run fast. Many people can't catch up with me."
He boasted of his advantages. The deputy manager's eyes inadvertently swept over the bag of things stolen by the boy in front of him, "a job may be some manual work or working abroad."
"Mr. Lynch has his own business all over the world. We need some reliable and honest people. You are in line with this characteristic..."
When the young man walked out of the camp vaguely, he didn't expect that fate had played such a big joke on him!
He just sent back what he had stolen. Master Lynch will give him a job, maybe even a job abroad!
Everyone knows how good the welfare treatment of these foreigners is. A few days ago, ASR has read out the recruitment policy. The salary of nearly 200 Galil (1.50 federal sol) every day makes many people very excited!
And they also promised to have a free lunch and distribute some labor protection articles. These conditions are very attractive!
Everyone wants to be Mr. Lynch's employee, wear decent work clothes and enter the clean and tidy factory gate, but the opportunity can't fall on everyone who needs it.
He went to the selection, but failed. The recruiter said he was too thin to meet the requirements.
Unexpectedly, I lost my hope and got a turn here!
Not long after he walked out of the door, some peers and adults gathered around and asked him what he talked to the deputy manager when he was inside.
They looked outside to see what Lynch would do. They urgently wanted to know what the teenager and the people inside said.
The young man was very honest. He told others what he knew, including the other party's commitment. Because he abided by "master Lynch's rules", he was affirmed by master Lynch.
He will be Lord Lynch's employee!
This suddenly ignited people's enthusiasm to return "stolen goods". No matter how valuable the scrap iron is, it is not as real as a job in a foreign-funded enterprise!
The second man appeared. He carried a gramophone into the camp. Soon he came out of the camp with a surprised look on his face and watched the others laugh. Naturally, the meaning is self-evident.
In less than a day, the lost things in the camp were not only found, but also a lot of bits and pieces
The young man lying on the ground held his thigh and howled miserably. One of the three bullets was crooked, and the remaining two hit his thigh and caused penetrating injuries.This is mainly because young people don't have much body fat and muscle fibers are not strong enough. Bullets can easily tear a thin layer of skin and wear it out from the other side."Lucky guy!" Lynch lowered his gun. "Your God looks at you and gives you good luck. I forgive you."The bullet didn't hit the bone. If it did, the bullet would get stuck on the bone instead of falling out after being shot through. This kind of flesh wound looks terrible. Of course, it is true, but it's not troublesome.As long as the wound is treated properly, he will recover soon.The young man struggled for a while, and the scream gradually subsided. His head was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans, and he forced others to help him stand up."Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lynch..." is another series of compliments. The young man may think that Lynch deliberately didn't hit his leg bone, so Lynch is tolerant and kind. He didn't ask to break his leg.But he, and others, didn't know that it was simply because Lynch's shooting was bad, but it also brought a positive side to the matter.People who believe in religion, gods and fate always believe that every step of life is determined by a certain will. For example, Lynch didn't hit the young man's leg bone. His tolerance and kindness played a role, and fate also played a role.This also made other young people begin to accept the result. They lined up and were shot. Even if someone had bad luck and the bullet hit the bone, they would be helped up by people and praised Lynch's kindness and tolerance.Even in the end, Lynch took out a sum of money and asked them to go to a doctor to treat their leg injuries. This series of actions made people respect and awe Lynch for a time.Just when everyone thought it was over, Lynch spoke again."I know that some people have taken some things belonging to me from here, just like what we have just experienced. I am a reasonable person..." he stood in the center of the camp and looked at the people around him. His calm temperament was frustrating."You took my things and damaged my place. I will give you a chance to see my tolerance.""Return what you took from me, and I'll give up pursuing your other responsibilities, but if someone doesn't do that..." he looked at the police chief aside, "you'll catch them, won't you?"Lynch is neither a local official nor a local ruling class. He is just a foreign businessman, but at this moment, he will not make people feel that he has done wrong.The police chief nodded again and again. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I can catch those people!""Well, I'll leave it to you. I'll take my father to deal with his wound." Lynch said and looked at the young man standing at a loss. "I'll give you three days off to enjoy your wedding. I'll see you on the construction site in three days. Do you understand?"When Lynch took Nell on the bus, Nell's blood stopped flowing long ago. He began to pick up the dried blood clots on his skin with his hands, "I thought you would treat these people more cruelly.""Why do you think so? We are civilized people?", Lynch returned the pistol to the staff sergeant strangely and praised his weapon. "Your pistol is great. You can shoot a lot of bullets without changing the magazine."The staff sergeant grinned and didn't answer the question.In the army, limited modifications to their own guns are allowed, such as increasing the capacity of cartridge drums and cartridges are the most common.Some people will deliberately increase the cartridge capacity of pistols, because in this period, once the war goes to the extent that pistols are needed, there will basically be no chance to change the cartridge.Although the federal soldiers who had not participated in any war during the world war had not been on the front line, their preparations were well done. The staff sergeant changed his pistol cartridge. It is said that another soldier invented a big bullet drum and obtained a patent. At present, he works in a military industrial group to engage in development.Small modifications are normal. It's nothing special.Returning the gun to the staff sergeant, Lin Qicai turned and looked at Nell. "It's no use killing them. You can't get anything except to make the local people hate you more and hate you. You may be in danger of killing you anytime and anywhere."He made it clear that killing these people under the current circumstances is actually about... Tens of dollars. These tens of dollars are just bullet money.He doesn't need to pay even a penny for those who were killed by his order to do follow-up work. The governor will help him deal with the storm.Things can be done, but it's still that sentence. It's not necessary.Nell sighed, "then let them go?" he groaned with gnashing teeth. "They broke our gate, our house, robbed our things, and broke my head. Let them go?"Lynch looked up and down at Nell, and the latter was a little uncomfortable. "Look, you didn't do it when you were angry just now, and now you're uncomfortable..."He said and laughed. As the laughter gradually stopped, his face became more playful. "Don't worry, Nell, it won't be so simple. It's over. I'm a fair man. Remember, I'll give them a fair result..."Lynch shook his head. "Anyway, you know.""Can you tell me?" Nell sat down with Lynch. "I know alone?"Lynch never said, but also squinted at him. His face was shocked, "don't you believe me?"Lynch's actions were not in vain after all. When he saw these foreigners shooting those compatriots recklessly, some people's hearts could not bear this fear after all.In their eyes, the extremely powerful police chief is like a castrated rabbit, clamping his legs and standing next to Lynch. Once the police chief gets serious, those who steal things can't escape.This is also a problem in a closed society. I can't get in.Compared with adults with better psychological tolerance, some teenagers who have some understanding of the world are more likely to be afraid.They know the cruelty of some societies, but they are not complete. They also know a little about the rules of society and its operating mechanism. This perception that they seem to know little makes them instinctively feel afraid.Not long after Lynch left, a teenager who looked only seventeen or eighty-nine years old walked into the camp with a broken bag containing bottles and cans.He put his things in a random place - he didn't even lose them, but gently put them down, and then turned around to leave.At this time, someone stopped him."Sir?", the young man turned and looked timidly at a bald foreigner in his forties, with fear in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't steal things here.""It doesn't matter. Your honesty has saved you. Mr. Lynch knows that someone will take the first step bravely. You are a great man, so you have a chance.""He asked me to ask you a question. Would you like to work for him?"The young man was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded his head madly, "yes, sir, yes, sir, I thought Mr. Lynch was at his service. What does he need to do for him?""I can do anything!" he also straightened his thin chest. "I run fast. Many people can't catch up with me."He boasted of his advantages. The deputy manager's eyes inadvertently swept over the bag of things stolen by the boy in front of him, "a job may be some manual work or working abroad.""Mr. Lynch has his own business all over the world. We need some reliable and honest people. You are in line with this characteristic..."When the young man walked out of the camp vaguely, he didn't expect that fate had played such a big joke on him!He just sent back what he had stolen. Master Lynch will give him a job, maybe even a job abroad!Everyone knows how good the welfare treatment of these foreigners is. A few days ago, ASR has read out the recruitment policy. The salary of nearly 200 Galil 1.50 federal sol every day makes many people very excited!And they also promised to have a free lunch and distribute some labor protection articles. These conditions are very attractive!Everyone wants to be Mr. Lynch's employee, wear decent work clothes and enter the clean and tidy factory gate, but the opportunity can't fall on everyone who needs it.He went to the selection, but failed. The recruiter said he was too thin to meet the requirements.Unexpectedly, I lost my hope and got a turn here!Not long after he walked out of the door, some peers and adults gathered around and asked him what he talked to the deputy manager when he was inside.They looked outside to see what Lynch would do. They urgently wanted to know what the teenager and the people inside said.The young man was very honest. He told others what he knew, including the other party's commitment. Because he abided by "master Lynch's rules", he was affirmed by master Lynch.He will be Lord Lynch's employee!This suddenly ignited people's enthusiasm to return "stolen goods". No matter how valuable the scrap iron is, it is not as real as a job in a foreign-funded enterprise!The second man appeared. He carried a gramophone into the camp. Soon he came out of the camp with a surprised look on his face and watched the others laugh. Naturally, the meaning is self-evident.In less than a day, the lost things in the camp were not only found, but also a lot of bits and pieces
