Shadow Empire

Chapter 687 Dismemberment
The first glimpse of the changes taking place in the square can be seen from the perspective of Lance and Mayor Williams.

"There's another group of people." Lance saw those people in police uniforms, who were also using the same methods to attack those who were demonstrating.

Mayor Williams took a sip from his glass. "What a poor trick!"

Lance walked to the table and picked up the phone, "Some rats have sneaked into our game, be careful to identify them."

As he said this, he put the phone down again and went back to the window, watching the chaos going on in the square.

The two groups of people are not numerous, but they are able to chase and drive away a large group of people. Obviously they should be a whole, but now they are failing to exert the strength of a whole.

At this moment, the truth that people without a leader are like loose sand is vividly demonstrated!
It wasn't just Lance and Mayor Williams who were observing what was happening in the square. Many people were watching the scene from behind the many windows of the City Hall building.

From a "historical" perspective, these Sladers who have just arrived in the Federation are gradually clenching their fists. They are forming a force that can shake the society.

But their claims were too strong and their "leaders" were too greedy, so they were betrayed and dispersed before they could truly form a force.

And now that they have been dispersed this time, it will be difficult for them to gather together again as a force.

This will be the last time the Slad people show their strength. After today, they will be like poor creatures with broken spines, and it will be difficult for them to unify their thoughts, work together, and become a force!

They will be split into many groups, and each group will have its own political propositions, and they will fall into a vicious circle -

Every group would like to gain recognition from the federal mainstream, and to do so, they must come up with theories and standpoints that are beneficial to federal society and suppress the other groups as much as possible.

Only by gaining recognition from the mainstream federal society can they obtain various kinds of help from the federal society.

Financially, politically, or something else.

The more they rely on these grants, the further they deviate from their original ideas, and then one ideal group after another becomes an interest group and a paradise for speculators.

In order to gain more benefits and achieve more success, they must work harder to sell out the Slad refugees behind them.

They will be caught in long-term internal strife and will no longer pose a threat to the rulers here.

Can't the Slads see this clearly?
No, they can see clearly, but they cannot change it, even they themselves are part of the whole plan.

If you want to be a superior person and live a rich and luxurious life, you have to control the chips.

And the people are the best bargaining chips.

They will be tamed by multiple forces and become the most docile lambs.

"The development of Jingang City requires a large population. If we can take in all these people, it will be very beneficial to the subsequent development."

"It will take several years for the city to expand, and these cheap laborers are the best consumables. I think we can relax the refugee admission system."

"Didn't they say you were too conservative?"

"Then you can try to relax the policy out of spite."

The people below were already engaged in a noisy fight, but Lance and Mayor Williams were discussing the subsequent development of the city and some policy changes regarding the Slad refugees.

Mayor Williams agreed, "But it's not easy to get them to settle here completely."

Lance laughed twice. "This is the Federation, full of freedom and beautiful things. They will want to live here."

"Just like us."

Who could resist living in such a prosperous and developed country and city?

The attraction of big cities to the poor is unparalleled. Many people sell all their assets in the countryside and come to live in big cities, which is their ultimate dream.

The same is true for refugees. The harder and more painful their lives are, the more they desire to be a part of this place.

Look at those early immigrants!

For example, Ennio's father, although his life was a mess, he still tried his best to gain a foothold in this city and to gain the most basic decency!
In order to do this, they will pay anything they can!

Just like Carl who is rushing through the crowd at this moment, he also wants to pursue a happy life and wants to be qualified to live decently in the Federation.

So even if what he is doing now is something he has never thought of before and he still has some resistance in his heart, he will still do it.

He was panting, and every breath brought out a puff of white mist. The handle of the knife in his hand was a little cold, but his body was hot.

He kicked the guy in front of him hard, then chopped him with a knife, telling him to "get out of the way", and then searched for the next target.

He didn't feel much guilt, nor did he mean to kill anyone. He just wanted to drive these people away and make them look like they had serious injuries.

At this moment, he felt that his body was full of strength. There were people who outnumbered them by ten, dozens or even hundreds of times, but they were being driven around by them.

At this moment, he was watching everything happening here from a different perspective.

Weak!

Because he is weak, he is bullied and all this happens, just like him in the past.

But now, he is no longer weak, he has power.

He doesn't want to be a weak person anymore. He wants to make himself stronger and not be bullied easily anymore.

Just as he raised his weapon, he froze.

Boni appeared in front of him, supporting a woman. Their eyes met in the air and stuck together, but not in a charming way.

They looked at each other. At this moment, this minute, this second, time seemed to be playing a joke on him and froze at this moment!

He thought of the gazes they had exchanged when they were children. Children from poor families huddled together for warmth. They knew from a young age that as long as they stayed together, they would not be bullied.

Boni is the most thoughtful person in the group. Many of his peers listen to him. He is independent-minded and has his own ideas. He unites everyone and prevents them from being bullied.

Many people admire him. After all, for poor children who have been bullied since childhood, their fathers may not necessarily protect them, but Bonny can.

From that time on, their small group regarded Boni as their leader. They were obsessed with the grand ideals that Boni talked about and could not extricate themselves.

It was not until now that Carl realized that he did not actually want to be a great man. He just wanted to be a superior person and someone who was respected by others.

As if crossing time, my younger self looked at Boni with admiration, and my current self looked at Boni with a more rational gaze. He was overlapping with his past self and replacing his past self!

I don't know who bumped into him from behind, causing him to stagger. It was this stagger that allowed him to recover his time.

He looked at Bonnie again, then turned and walked away. Although they had taken different paths, they had at least once been friends.

After all, they have been together for too long, longer than his relatives have been with him, and this is also a kind of bond.

He didn't want to cause trouble for Boni, but Boni took the initiative to cause trouble for him. He asked the woman to go to a safe place, and then ran after her, "You are crazy!"

“Why did you do this!”, he grabbed Karl’s arm, his eyes turned red!

Karl didn't want to talk to him, so he broke free from his grasp, but after taking two steps, he was caught again.

Some people looked towards him. As the "boss" of this group of people, he was in trouble. His subordinates were looking at him asking if they needed his help.

These people also knew Boni, and some of them had been in their current "company" before, when Boni was the boss.

“Don’t make it difficult for me!” Carl felt uncomfortable with those stares. He pried Bonnie’s hands apart and pushed him away. “This is the last time. Don’t make things difficult for yourself!”

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the nearest few people.

But Bonnie still chased after him. He reached out to grab Carl. Carl was finally irritated. He turned around and hit Bonnie. Looking at the blood dripping from Bonnie's head, he was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyelids uncontrollably, and then turned and left.

He didn't want to go back to the repressed life of the past, where no matter what he did, he had to bend over and lower his head carefully, and guess other people's emotions.

He had been bent over for too long in his life, and he wanted to straighten up and stretch his body. Whoever helped him was his friend.

Whoever prevents him from standing up, whoever forces his head down to keep it down, is his enemy.

No matter who that person was, someone he knew, someone he didn't know, or... Bonny!
He lived a fulfilling and happy life during this period.

Countless wealth filled his heart, which he himself didn't even know was empty, and he gained happiness and a sense of accomplishment that he had never experienced before.

friend?

brother?

No, he doesn't need to!
All he needs to do is keep moving forward!

Bonny held the wound on his head and looked at Carl who was walking away. He finally realized that it was not just that his ideas were different from Carl's, but that they were on two completely opposite paths!

Perhaps the conflict with Bonnie just now made Carl a little distracted. He was pulled several times before he came back to his senses.

"what happened?"

The men beside him said, "It's time."

He raised his wrist and looked at the gold watch he had bought from an antique shop for three hundred and fifty dollars. It was indeed the agreed time.

With a wave of his hand, he and some key members began to retreat.

The original script had a small number of people being caught, and even though it was a "performance," it couldn't be too fake.

It's impossible that no one can escape. Some people will definitely escape, but some people will also be caught.

After Carl and some other backbones left, some people were still driving away the refugees who were gathering. They were the ones who were going to be caught, and their identities would be exposed in front of many people!
This is important!

About a minute after Carl and his team evacuated, suddenly the sound of police cars' "Ulla Ula" filled the entire square.

A large number of police cars and policemen poured out from the alleys on all sides and surrounded the square in an instant.

According to federal police regulations, when a serious crime occurs, the sirens must be sounded. Their function is not to alert criminals that "the police are coming", but to allow criminals to interrupt their crimes by knowing that the police are coming, thereby reducing the losses and casualties caused to victims by the criminal acts.

Logically, they should have sounded the sirens from a long distance away, and these fake policemen should have heard it early on.

But the moment the alarm sounded, the police showed up. Something was obviously not right. They were too fast!

But before they could react, the police deployed their troops and raised their weapons. The loudspeaker announced that everyone should lay down their weapons, kneel down and surrender.

The atmosphere in the square was a little... I don't know how to describe it. Twenty or thirty young men with weapons in their hands dropped their weapons and knelt down on the ground obediently.

But in the distance, another group of fake policemen didn't know what to do.

They are playing fake police, not real police

There was a fake policeman who tried to deceive the policemen. He just walked a few steps towards the policemen with a steel pipe in his hand, and he pulled the trigger directly at the policeman he was facing.

The gunshots caused even more shrill screams to rang out in the square, but after the screams, there was calm.

Many frightened fake policemen dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

After the last riot, they knew that the federal police really dared to shoot!
Lance, who saw this scene in the mayor's office, shook his head slightly and sat back on the sofa.

Mayor Williams still had some desire to continue watching. He turned to look at Lance and asked, "Why don't you watch it anymore?"

Lance picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "The script was written long ago. It's just a decent performance. There are no surprises."

Outside the window, the fake policemen were handcuffed and arranged to stand together. Suddenly, someone in the crowd of people attending the rally exclaimed, "Isn't that... the kid from home?"

"Oh my God, I've seen that man before. He's the fourth person from the left. He lives in the square next to us!"

As more and more people were recognized, the show finally came to an end.

The Slad people who were recognized on the spot lowered their heads in shame, including some of the fake policemen who were exposed. After all, they were all Slad people, and there would always be someone who knew them.

Boney, who originally wanted to accuse the rioters who were not wearing police uniforms of being instigated by the federal government, unexpectedly chose to remain silent after seeing several people from the fake police side.

Among those people, he saw some acquaintances, some acquaintances who had been in and out of Hope's house.

He's no fool, he knows what's going on and what it means.

His face looked very ugly. He sat next to the ambulance and received on-the-spot stitching by the doctor. He didn't even notice that the stitching was done without anesthesia.

Because compared to the pain caused by the wound on the head, the wound in the heart is obviously more painful.

Director Blue immediately launched an investigation, and Carl's people confessed everything smoothly. Hope hired them to do so.

Although Hope is dead, they said that Hope found them some time ago, hired them to do this, and paid a deposit of 20,000 yuan.

Originally, they did not plan to continue this work after Hope's death, but Hope's assistant soon contacted them and hoped that they would continue to do it and not stop.

For the sake of the money, they decided to go ahead with the plan.

The interrogation of the fake police went smoothly, and many people confessed that they were also hired by Hope to pretend to be federal police and create confrontation and hatred...

The news quickly caused an uproar in Jingang City, and even the Secretary of State and the Deputy Governor called to ask what was going on.

Mayor Williams told the story as written in the script with ease, thanks to Mr. Charles and his people, who used the same trick to make the performance more realistic.

After hearing the whole story, the lieutenant governor asked him to come to Maintenon as soon as possible.

If we don't deal with it, who knows how much more trouble they will cause.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this incident is an internal problem among the Slads, not between the Federation and the Slads.

Of course, as the deputy governor, he could definitely guess something, but as long as there was no evidence, they could not admit it.

Mr. Fitz also took the opportunity to stand up and publicize the fact that the late Hope and those around him committed this tragedy.

They tried to create terror and confrontation, and then use everyone to storm the city hall for their own profit.

In his description, Hope became an ugly clown, and everything he did was just for wealth, status and power.

Fitz had some true and false evidence in his hands, such as the account Hope opened in Golden Harbor Bank and the huge deposits in it.

For example, Hope’s villa in the Bay Area was not bought by him, but was given to him by someone from the federal government.

He is not really seeking welfare for the Slad refugees, he is using everyone to do business!

These evidences, along with the "truth" that just broke out, made the people angry in an instant. These people at the bottom who lack the ability to think and discern are so easy to manipulate!
These people went from being extremely supportive of Hope to now spitting on him.

Even though he is dead, there will still be people who spit on him and his tombstone.

The guidance of public opinion was very successful, and Fitz also gained huge reputation, but what he may not know is that no one will let him dominate alone.

After the matter was settled on the second day of the new year, Mayor Williams dealt with some urgent work at hand and then went to Maintenon with Lance.

In the luxurious carriage of the train, Mayor Williams was in a good mood.

"Fitz has done a great job and he has gained a lot of support from refugees."

Lance nodded and gave him some advice, "We can't let Fitz become the next Hope. We need to find him some opponents of similar strength, otherwise he might get out of our control."

Mayor Williams smiled and said, "It has been arranged..."

(End of this chapter)