Chapter 482 Stand firm! yessir! Take off! Bancarroll City Inspectorate, God of Electric Lights.
Leave no one behind!
This method was too ruthless. They did not consider finding the Southern tribe members among them, but killed them all. It seemed that they would rather kill by mistake than miss any of the Southern tribe members.
This is tantamount to declaring war on the southern tribes!
This is an order from the Punisher Captain of the Inspectorate. It is equivalent to representing the Inspectorate and Pandora. Unpredictable is preparing to declare war on the southern tribe with an extremely bloody and tough method!
Hearing the words of the new captain, everyone was filled with horror at the same time and looked at each other.
Even Robinson, who just wanted to find fault, had a stiff expression, with confusion written all over his face.
However, Mu Zhi didn't say anything else, he had already picked up Xiao Bai and left the carriage under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Calderon touched his head and looked around everyone with incredible eyes, as if to confirm whether he heard correctly just now:
"All. Shot?"
"You don't even interrogate, but shoot them all? My Iron God! My Ox God! This is simply crazy!"
"This will cause a big deal! Maybe. Maybe the entire southern tribe will use this as an excuse to declare war with the Federation."
Others also understood how big a ripple the shooting of more than 400 ordinary ironmen would cause and how serious the consequences would be. They were all speechless for a while, and no one answered Calderon's words.
"This, this, is too cruel!"
Robinson gradually came back to his senses and muttered to himself.
Only then did he realize that he might have underestimated the young new captain, Mo Zhi. Yes, regardless of whether the decision he just said to shoot everyone was true or false, just daring to say this extremely cruel approach would
It shows that he is not a baby bird who has never seen blood.
After a long pause, the mixed-race girl who wanted to share a car with Mo Zhi chewed her teeth and sighed:
"Captain, you must be joking!"
"You're just kidding! How could it be possible to shoot so many civilians? In that case, I'm afraid even punishing the chief of the parliament would not be able to bear such consequences."
"That's right, it's just a joke." She repeated unconvincingly in the water.
Then everyone gradually came back to their senses and carefully considered what Mu Zhi had said before.
One of them reminded:
"It was just a joke. The captain said, let us take all these people back to the inspection office, and he will handle the rest personally."
"If the captain handles it himself, he can't handle it one by one with a pistol, right? In that case, he can only be a devil and a madman."
"I also think he is just joking."
When everyone heard this, their eyes showed recognition.
The first thing a leader should do is not to let his subordinates guess his true thoughts. Otherwise, there will always be some unscrupulous guys who think they understand the leader's strategy and disapprovingly think that - just
this?
Unpredictable doesn't mind letting his subordinates speculate on the meaning of his words, so as to make them unsure of what they want to do.
When we got out of the truck compartment, what we saw unexpectedly was a dense crowd of local residents who were driven out from the neighborhood by inspectors armed with guns.
They looked either in fear or numbly at the circle of inspectors outside who were holding guns and pointing their guns at them. To their surprise, no one dared to say anything. They were as quiet as a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
When Mo Zhi saw this scene, he sighed in his heart
Sure enough, as that old guy Robinson said, the southern part of the country has a pretty good mass base in the local area.
There was a gun battle here just now. Even ordinary civilians could probably guess that it was people from the Southern Tribe who attacked the convoy of the Supervision Office.
If there is no mass base, then in the current situation, when civilians are pointed at hundreds of guns by the Supervisory Office, there should always be people who are afraid of their lives being threatened and resist, and even identify southern tribal militants.
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However, in this situation, no one spoke up to defend themselves, as if they were convinced that the southern tribe militants who were also captured among the crowd were compatriots and were the ones who needed everyone to work together to protect them.
And they know that keeping quiet is the best choice in this situation, because even verbal accusations cannot give them any more confidence in the Inspectorate and guarantee the safety of their lives.
In short, to them, these "black dogs" wearing black uniforms in front of them are outsiders and enemies that everyone needs to face.
Mu Zhi thought silently for a few seconds and looked at Peter Parker waiting under the truck.
The penetrating injury on his arm had been simply treated by the medical team. His right arm was hung around his neck with a white bandage. Seeing Mo Kei got out of the car, he nodded to Mo Kei.
This is a signal to the boss that you are fine.
Mobi nodded in response, looked around, and sure enough saw Uncle Cat's figure from the corner.
The old cat saw Mo Chou and looked over. Then he let go of his four legs, twisted his fat body and ran over.
Before Uncle Cat's transfer procedures were completed, he was a secret weapon. At this time, he was even disguised as the pet of the new director, so no one noticed anything unusual.
The old cat jumped a little, jumped up on Mu Zhi's shoulder, and rubbed the position of Mu Zhi's earlobe with the top of his head, as if he was showing off his cuteness to his owner again.
The real purpose of doing this is to say in a voice that is only unpredictable:
"I walked around secretly and didn't find any inspectors letting people go without permission."
Mozhi nodded, picked up the fat behind Uncle Cat's neck, and put him on the ground.
I have cooperated with Lao Mao many times. Although this guy is not six, as a veteran punisher who has been working for more than ten years, his experience and work ability are quite sophisticated.
Mozhi didn't need to say anything more to him, because he had already explained on the train that he wanted to dig out the traitor in the Supervisory Office, and Lao Mao would naturally do something just now with his physical advantage.
He conducted random checks while the inspectors were sealing off the surrounding area and driving the people inside out of the house. In this way, he might find out that some inspectors knew and released the southern tribe militants privately. In this case, he could find out who the identity of the people was in one step.
Ordinary ombudsman of the issue.
These things don't even need special instructions from Mu Zhi, the old cat knows how to do them.
Unfortunately, no one was found to have a problem.
Unpredictable exhaled a breath, pondered for a second, and couldn't help but think to himself:
"What the hell, it's quite hidden."
More than a dozen Punisher members did not participate in the blockade, they were all near the truck, and no one among the ordinary inspectors found any unexplainable unexpected behavior. In other words, the traitor had no intention of doing anything.
This is a wise choice, which shows that this person is very cautious and understands the contradiction between primary and secondary. There is no practical significance in taking risks to save a few militants, and this will increase the risk of his own exposure, which will in turn lead to greater losses.
After holding on for a few seconds, Mu Zhi took steps forward and calmly walked towards the captain who was commanding the inspectors.
At this time, a group of Punisher members who were in the truck compartment also came out and followed behind Mo Zhi.
When the captain of the inspector saw the new director approaching, he immediately put his legs together, jumped up and down exaggeratedly like a spring man, and at the same time pulled out the revolver from his holster and fired a shot into the air.
After landing, he puffed up his chest and shouted solemnly:
"Captain Mo, hello, Director!"
This strange title made Mo Zhi laugh inwardly. He looked up and down at this short, dark-skinned Hesse man and asked:
"Why do you dance before you talk to me?"
"This is a sense of ritual!" The short inspection captain replied loudly with a strong Hesse accent:
"This is the required action before talking to the leader!"
"This is a sense of ceremony that the Hesse people need. It is a prescribed action by Bancarol and even the entire Southern Provincial Supervisory Office."
Unpredictable frowned and nodded numbly.
"May I have your name?"
"Mike·Medicine Bottle·Pill·Syringe·Infusion·Blood Collection Tube·Anesthetic"
"Stop~stop~stop~" Mo Zhi stopped quickly without letting him finish:
"Can I just call you Mike?"
"Also, are your parents doctors? Herse's middle name is all about medical supplies."
"Report to the director! No!" Captain Mike replied first, and then, as if to explain to the director in a ceremonial manner, he jumped with his legs together again:
"Because when I was born, the doctor used those things to rescue my mother during labor."
Unpredictable wanted to or covered his face, but he still didn't do that in order to maintain the director's integrity. He could only nodded with a sullen smile.
After finally maintaining his expression, Mu Zhi waved his hand to the civilians in front of him:
"Bring them all back to the Inspectorate!"
"Yes, Director!" Mike jumped up again.
Then, when he landed, he put the copper whistle around his neck in his mouth, blew it hard, and then shouted to his men:
"Close the team!"
"Escort the suspect to the car and return to the Supervision Office!"
Then, Mo Zhi saw something that made him both surprised and dumbfounded.
After receiving the order, all the inspectors stood at attention at the same time, put their legs together and jumped in unison.
As if using this action to mean "yessir!"
"Wait, wait." Mo Zhi frowned and called to Captain Mike:
"I would like to ask, is it necessary to dance this time?"
Mike nodded subconsciously, then jumped up again as if he remembered something.
After landing, he explained:
"Yes, not only talking to leaders and accepting orders, all occasions require a sense of ritual!"
"Before a group meal, before starting an action, or even before target practice, you need to stand and take off."
"When encountering an enemy, you also need this sense of ritual before you can draw your gun and shoot."
This is why you Hesse people seem funny and weird to others. What the hell, when you see the enemy, jump first, aren't you afraid that the opponent will shoot first and kill you? The image of the inspector and Nan suddenly appeared in Mu Zhi's mind.
In the scene of the confrontation between tribal militants, their shooting skills were precise and without any unnecessary movements. They just raised their guns and fired, while on our side. Before the battle, they danced in unison for a sense of ceremony, and then stood in a row.
The players landed in a box.
There was a burst of curse in my heart:
"When I get back to the Supervision Office, I'm going to talk to you about how this problem needs to be corrected!"
There are a lot of problems in the Bancarol City Inspectorate. In comparison, the Southern Tribe side is more like a professional armed force, like a real militarized army, while the Inspectorate is like a group of funny people.
clown
Mozhi patted him on the shoulder, pointed at the crowd of Hesse and said:
"Those who are over fifty years old and have difficulty walking, as well as those children who have just learned to walk and can only be held in their mother's arms, including the mother's disabled people with crutches, they don't need to go.
Let’s go to the Inspection Bureau!”
"Let them go home! It's so hot, don't let them get upset."
"Yes, Director!" Mike jumped up again, with a hint of reverence in his eyes:
"Master Director, you are a good official who cares about the common people!"
This time, Calderon drove the car himself, and the injured Peter Parker sat in the co-pilot to escort him. Mozhi still pulled Xiaobai and sat in the back seat with Uncle Cat.
Because of the sudden attack, the convoy speeded up this time and changed to a route full of potholes.
"The roads in Bancarol City are still relatively poor. As a Hesse who loves his city, I still have to admit this."
Calderon explained something unpredictable, but while driving, he looked at Xiaobai sideways and asked:
"Is this a spirit puppet?"
"Captain, will you bring the spirit puppets with you?"
"Yes!" Mo Zhi replied casually: "She is my wife, who became a spirit doll in an accident."
With this sentence, Calderon immediately realized that he had overstepped his bounds and asked whether he should expose the captain's scars. He immediately fell silent and concentrated on driving.
Feeling the bumps of the car, Mo Zhi thought to himself: Since there are not many good roads, could it be that during this attack, the southern tribesmen could easily predict the route chosen by the Inspectorate's vehicle?
He reached out and touched Uncle Cat's fat head:
"I'll have to work hard to check on someone in a while."
"OK!"
"Okay!" Calderon and Peter Parker replied at the same time, thinking that Mu Yi was talking to them.
Uncle Cat raised his head, his bright cat eyes seemed to be asking:
"Any clues?"
When they arrived at their destination, Mo Zhi saw his new unit for the first time.
The Bancarol City Inspectorate is on a hill with a pretty good view, overlooking most of the city.
The Inspectorate is surrounded by sharp iron railings that are three meters high in an open space on the top of a mountain. The building in the middle is a four-story masonry building, surrounded by two buildings of almost similar specifications.
Each building is a typical Hesse dome building, and this kind of building is very common in the temples seen along the way.
Calderon said that the Inspection Office was transformed from a temple in the past, which was a place used by believers to worship the God of Electric Lights.
Mozhi asked with confusion who the "God of Electric Lamps" was and whether he had a semi-spiritual level. Calderon explained it seriously.
The Southern Province popularized electric lights later than other cities. It was about ten years later. It was more than 20 years ago. When electric lights were first installed in Bancarol City, the Hesse people traditionally created a new person.
The god of the world - the god of electric lights.
This is exactly what Joe Immortal's father said, anything can become an object of worship in the eyes of the Hesse people.
This chapter has been completed!