A team cannot unite without going through difficulties, nor does it have that kind of core cohesion.
This is the case for a start-up agricultural association. It has just been established. Although it has common interests and demands, it has not experienced common suffering and has not experienced the test of blood and fire. It is difficult to grow up healthily.
Now, here comes the whetstone.
"Our establishment of an agricultural association and the signing of a mutual security alliance are not just a piece of pretty paper, but real action. If we don't take care of it this time, the entire agricultural association will be nothing but empty talk. Therefore, we must save it.
This is about our better tomorrow."
Zhang Tuohai made his position clear.
The Agricultural Association must fight this battle, and it must be fought cleanly and beautifully, otherwise there will be no more fun in the future.
Old Tom also understands this truth, and he hopes that the agricultural association can continue to operate more than Zhang Tuohai.
The Agricultural Association is just a tool for Zhang Tuohai. When it doesn't work, he just leaves and is replaced by another one. But for Old Tom, it is a prosperous future for the farm.
"I will call them together right now. I believe they can figure out how to proceed in the future."
Old Tom put on his cowboy hat and went to gather his companions.
After arresting a few people, Malthus felt much better. The people with the green battle flag entered the straw market in a swagger. As for the three unlucky guys, they were directly thrown into the reform camp to perform hard labor.
As for the trial?
It’s enough to just write down files and court records and keep them on record. As for the truth, is it important?
Because of the advance notice, Speaker Lavrov set up a reception banquet at the most luxurious hotel in Straw City, specifically to receive the green flag-bearing people.
Maduro and his men are a group of desperadoes. They live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. They sleep with one eye open. It is difficult to have peace of mind. Now they have seen so many delicious foods.
Naturally, I won’t care so much about fine wine, I’ll enjoy it first.
A group of rough guys started eating and drinking loudly in the hotel. Soon, the luxurious hall was in a mess. Many waiters in beautiful clothes were harassed. From time to time, sharp horns came from the hall, causing
Everyone laughed.
Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Lavrov frowned. He found this group of people to help him manage the straw market, not to cause trouble for him.
"Can you ask them to restrain themselves?" Lavrov frowned and asked Malthus.
"Why, don't you like such a beautiful symphony?" Malthus asked with a smile.
"If they are not restrained, they will destroy our straw market." Lavrov said displeasedly, "What the straw market needs is rules, not destruction."
"No, before discussing this issue, I want to correct a mistake," Malthus lit the cigar in his hand and said leisurely, "It is my straw market, not yours."
"What do you mean?"
Lavrov felt something was wrong, and the bodyguard behind him touched his hand on his lower back.
Bang!
A gunshot blew the bodyguard's head open.
Then, gunshots like exploding beans rang out in the entire hall. The people with the green battle flag suddenly launched an attack and killed all the congressmen and their bodyguards who came to accompany them. Just now, they were holding each other's necks and fighting each other for drinks, but the next second
Just stab the knife directly in the chest.
The whole hall is filled with the smell of blood and gun smoke.
When the waiters saw this, they screamed and ran, trying to escape.
However, the people with the green battle flag were well prepared. Someone had already guarded several entrances and exits, controlling everyone to ensure that no one could escape.
Those non-target waiters were driven to the corner and squatted obediently with their heads in their hands, waiting for their fate to be judged. As for the rest, they began to clean the battlefield, count the corpses, and finish off the wounds one by one.
"You, what are you doing?"
Lavrov was also shot in the abdomen, covering the wound and staring at Malthus.
"You have been in this position for too long. It's time for me to come and sit down. Don't worry, I will send your family down to accompany you soon."
Malthus said as he took a gold-plated Desert Eagle from his assistant and pulled the trigger on Lavrov's head.
Bang!
The body fell to the ground.
"Everyone is settled, what you promised us..." Maduro came over and asked Malthus.
"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised. From today on, all the underground industries in Straw City will be handed over to you, but you must let Straw City restore its previous scene and let Coke become drinking water again!"
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Malthus said with burning eyes.
"Don't worry, we can't do the quilt thing, but we are good at this aspect." Maduro is full of confidence.
Just when the two were about to drink for future cooperation, an assistant suddenly ran in in a panic and shouted to Malthus: "My lord, sir, something is wrong, the reform camp has been breached!"
"What? How was it breached? Tell me clearly!"
Malthus's face was full of displeasure.
He had just ascended the throne of the uncrowned king of Straw City, but when he turned around, the reform camp was breached. Wasn't this a slap in the face?
"We don't know. It was too dark. The wall was blown open, the people on the watchtower were knocked unconscious, and all the people in the reform camp were rescued. We just received the notification."
The person who reported the news said breathlessly.
"Come with me and have a look."
Malthus' face became a little ugly. There were too many ugly things in the reform camp, and these things were all shady. Theoretically, they were still elected city councilors. It was inevitable that they would step down after such a big scandal, and they even
You may face charges.
Be sure to block the news and kill everyone involved!
Malthus gritted his teeth and made a decision.
It took him more than ten years to reach his current status, and he will soon become the uncrowned king of Straw City. At this time, no one can stop him, and anyone who wants to stop him will be completely killed by him.
Malthus took the gold-plated and diamond-encrusted Remington shotgun from his assistant: "Come with me to check the situation."
Malthus took a large group of people with green flags to the reform camp to check the situation.
Humvees and armored vehicles passed through the streets, heading towards the reform camp.
The reform camp is outside the city. It was originally an abandoned prison, surrounded by high walls. It was later transformed into a reform camp by Malthus and the others. According to the above statement, it is still a prison and receives municipal subsidies. As for the activities inside...
…
Malthus frowned as he looked at a collapsed section of more than ten meters long on the high wall. He stretched out his hand to touch the crack of the wall. He personally supervised the construction of this wall. It was the only place in the entire reform camp where no corners were cut. It was thickened.
Concrete, what weapon was used to create such an area of collapse?
Only the army in the entire Straw City has this level of firepower. Could it be that Cassandra's grandson is back to fight again?
Just when Malthus was suspicious, a sharp whistling sound came from the distance.
This chapter has been completed!