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Blackstone Code - Chapter 909

Published at 15th of March 2024 06:50:36 AM


Chapter 909

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I don't know you. In a very simple word, this is what bar security guards often say.

Every day, some silly boys think they can cheat the security guards. They will bring chicks in from the VIP channel, give a false name, pretend to be a VIP who may look a little similar to them, and try to muddle through.

This move... Is sometimes useful. For example, when new security guards come, they may not be able to remember the appearance of each VIP.

Others may be that some VIPs haven't come for months or longer, so the security guards will ask them to show their VIP cards.

No one can't bring that kind of thing. In this era of gangs, there is a saying——

During the day, the police manage the security of the city.

At night, gangs rule the world!

Most of the security guards in the bar have more or less relations with local gangs. Moreover, not everyone can operate such a place. No one will challenge them in such a place.

Until today.

The security guard went up and raised his hand to stop them, "sorry, I don't..."

He wanted to say, "I don't know you. Please show me your VIP card". He didn't think these people were coming for entertainment.

But it was such a sentence that I didn't have a chance to finish.

The guy at the front put his arm in a way he could hardly understand, twisted his body to one side, and kicked at the opposite joint of his leg.

The whole body was like... Kneeling down on his own initiative. One leg knelt on the ground. His body and head pressed down infinitely. The severe pain even made him feel whether his arm was about to fall off!

When he was about to say something sternly, a cold thing appeared in the back of his head. He knew what it was.

He slowly raised his other hand, let the other leg back, knelt on his knees, and then lay down slowly.

This job is just to make himself look more "Gang". Sometimes people he knows can mix a VIP channel from him. Of course, VIP treatment is impossible.

This also made him a "man with a way" in the eyes of many friends. He never wanted to sacrifice his young life for the gang or bar owner.

The fight between gangs is not a fight between police and thieves. It will really kill people!

His body was shaking slightly, in sharp contrast to his strong appearance, but how many people could keep calm when they were pointed at their heads?

Either crazy or stupid!

Other people continue to rush in quickly. The privacy of the VIP channel makes things happen here, and no one pays attention here.

After a group of people entered the bar, they had a clear goal. They knew where the two people were before they took action.

Kick the door, cover each other, raise your gun and shoot in advance after entering the door. All the actions are standard, just like what you learned in the course of sea and land stormtroopers.

"Hands up!"

The soldiers in civilian clothes entered the room. Folk scientist a and folk scientist B were standing in front of the stripper girl, and the air seemed to freeze.

The Federation prohibits recruitment on all occasions. Buying happiness with money is an illegal business in the Federation - this means that it is illegal to operate this kind of behavior as a business.

In fact, if a woman needs some financial help and someone is willing to help her, the transaction that is not for business purposes is allowed.

For example, in strip bars, any service beyond the limit is not allowed, but there are also allowed items.

For example... From a judicial point of view, only the exchange of special organs can be judged as a necessary process of fluid exchange. If these organs are not used, they will not be recruited.

Hands and mouth don't count. Judges don't think it's an answer because anyone touches it. Sometimes federal justice is still very flexible.

Now they are doing it. They are stunned. They may have never experienced such an embarrassing scene in their life.

Then the scalp tightened, and the anger became powerless in front of the black muzzle.

"Put on your clothes, everyone!"

The Stormtrooper in charge glanced at the girl kneeling on the ground. Maybe the girl was the object of the meeting.

When they were pointed at by a gun, the three dared not resist. Soon they were taken out of the bar. At this time, the bar reflected what had happened - a girl was taken away.

They tried to catch up with the gang, but when they saw the special license plate, the bartender asked everyone to return.

Military license plates.

In the Federation, you can offend many people, but some people you can't offend because they are unreasonable.

And they are not only unreasonable. After they are unreasonable, you have no place to be reasonable. This is the military.

Several cars soon disappeared into the night. After knowing this, the bar owner was silent for a moment and did not continue to investigate. He even encouraged the security guard who showed that he saw the military identity of these people and voluntarily surrendered.

If this silly beep pulls out his gun, his bar will be sieved.

As for the guests taken away?

That's not a problem. As a legitimate businessman, he also hates all kinds of criminal organizations

Two hours later, the three were sent to the warning area. When they got to this place, no one could save them.

Of course, they must also face a problem that they don't even know.

Folk scientist a and folk scientist B - who contacted you, where you intend to send the information, and what conditions the other Party promised

Shivering striptease girl - who do you serve, have they given you the information, have you sent the information and told the people behind you

The military did not use torture, and they seemed to know very well that this was just Lynch's unhappiness to find them. Just put them away for a year and a half.

You can't say that you are abused every day. In addition to no freedom, you have to face the same problems every day. In fact, life here is also very comfortable. There is no competition, no pressure, eat and live!

Not long after Lynch got home, someone came to "visit".

The visitor was the manager of the community service company. It seems that he was entrusted.

"Mr. Lynch..." the manager is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has a decent appearance and looks a little humble when he smiles.

Of course, if he doesn't laugh, he seems a little strict. He is a man who is very suitable for the job of "manager".

He has some gifts and small cakes in his hand. When he visits other people's homes in the Federation, he must bring some gifts for whatever purpose. This is etiquette.

Lynch asked the maid to pick up the things and invited him into the living room.

"It's presumptuous to visit you all of a sudden..."

In his straightforward and boring opening remarks, Lynch motioned him to go on.

"Well, something seems to have happened around you recently. Especially two days ago, we received an official letter from the Federal Ministry of defense asking for cooperation."

"There are more people in the community who look like agents..."

Speaking of this, Lynch couldn't help looking at two female agents not far away.

Federal staff always hang their work cards on their faces. They can find their identity at a glance from a distance.

The agents in the community can know what they do at a glance.

The two female agents seem to have little reaction to these words. They may have been used to seeing through their identity at a glance, and they don't even worry about it.

"Please go on." Lynch, who took back his eyes, nodded slightly. He took out a box of cigarettes, "do you want one?"

"No, thanks!" the manager politely refused.

He waited for Lynch to light a cigarette before he continued, "now there are many agents of the Ministry of defense in the community, which makes some residents... Troubled."

"They feel that their peaceful life has been broken, and these dangers are too close to them, so..." the manager smiled awkwardly and didn't go on.

Lynch then said, "so they're going to ask you to tell me to move out of here?"

It is obvious that the manager quickly rounded up the scene, "when the things at hand are handled, they still welcome you to be a neighbor."

This is also a feature of the Federation, community exclusion.

This often happens in communities above the middle class. If they think that someone's identity does not match them, the whole community will ask these people to move away from the community.

It seems that this is definitely a very outrageous thing. Where to live is everyone's own right and freedom, and others should not interfere.

But in fact, every lawsuit about community exclusion is ultimately won by the community.

Judges will support them, and even the whole society will have a distorted perception that "if you shouldn't live in that place, don't live there forcibly".

This is very strange, very abnormal, but it is very correct——

This kind of Community Exclusion reflects the coldest side of the federal capital society. The clear class nature restricts even the place of residence. People of any class live in what place and do what things, and they have reached a conclusion from the beginning.

Now the people in the community think that Lynch's living here will pose a threat to their lives. Presumably, the judge will agree with this. It seems that he... Has to move out?

Lynch fell into thinking, and the manager was not in a hurry. Although the work he did today was a little offensive, there was nothing he could do.

When it's over, Lynch probably won't move back, and he'll never meet Lynch.

On the contrary, it is because he is so "brave" today. Presumably, the community service company will renew a contract to his satisfaction.

Just when he felt that there was basically no repetition, Lynch suddenly said——

"I refuse!"




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