Lynch's good mood went away just as quickly as it came.

Just as people were doing the most basic checks and getting watches around Asr and his party, some commotion suddenly broke out at the outermost edge of the crowd.

These commotions were quickly spreading from the periphery to the middle. The expressions of many people who were queuing or watching the excitement changed a lot. Soon, Asr and some staff were the only ones left around.

A group of locals rushed over aggressively, armed with sticks and other objects. They overturned chairs and tables blocking the road and beat others with sticks.

"Boss, I'm going to take care of these people..." The sergeant sitting in the corner stood up with the gun in his hand. His face was not pretty. His job was to maintain stability, but it was obvious that he couldn't do this.

a little.

Lynch's monthly salary to them is much higher than when they were in the Army. Even their family members each got a job from Lynch's company, if they were willing.

At first they may not be able to adapt to this change, from being loyal to the country to being loyal to a certain person. After all, not long ago, they would get up at dawn every morning and run laps around the federal flag singing the national anthem.

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But now, the person who gives them orders is not "sir" but "sir", although the two words are sometimes the same word and even have the same pronunciation.

These people outside made him embarrassed. He had told Lynch that the social environment here was very stable, and they were almost bored, but he ended up embarrassing himself the next day!

These people really know how to find opportunities!

He was furious in his heart, and the faces of the other soldiers who were the first to join Lynch also had a bit of resentful embarrassment. Just when they were about to go out, Lynch raised his hand and stopped their actions.

"No, don't show up. Don't alert them when they don't take action. I believe the bullets in the barrels of your hands will resolve disputes faster than the backward weapons in their hands, right?"

The sergeant nodded, but they did not return directly to their positions. Instead, they asked everyone to find some suitable places for shooting.

This does not mean that they will take the lives of local people anytime and anywhere. The way to prevent disputes is not only to kill one party, but also to make one party lose the ability to harm others.

Lin Qi just looked at it, calmly.

In fact, from the beginning, he knew that something like this would break out. Domestic forces, foreign forces, ideological confrontation at home and abroad, social forms, religion, belief, freedom...

There are too many things that conflict with the local traditional culture. Some things may not be very drastic, such as simple living habits and other issues.

But there are also some potential issues that may cause strong conflicts, such as religion, belief, etc.

These problems cannot be blocked or suppressed. Historically, only things at the upper levels can be covered up, but never things at the lower levels.

The reason is very simple, the base is placed here.

The problems at the top are only individual problems of a few people. Even if the group is expanded, it is only a problem of a small group of people, 5% of the people.

As long as these people don't speak, the remaining 95% will become blind and deaf. Moreover, these middle and lower class people, 95% of the people in this society, their channel for obtaining information from the upper class is precisely the upper class.

People told them personally.

This also further eliminates the possibility of the lower-level people spontaneously discovering the truth and secrets. They have no channels at all.

As for why the problems at the lower level cannot be covered up, because once these problems break out, it will be 85% or 95% of the problem. As for the final decision of the 5% of people, there will not even be any

How important.

So Lynch knew from the beginning that the development of Nagaril would not be smooth sailing, and this would not be the last conflict, it was only the first.

What he wants to see now is who is instigating these people behind the scenes, or what their purpose is.

The crowd that caused the riot had already rushed into the core of the job recruitment. They were all young people, probably in their twenties, and some of the children were younger.

They gradually stopped in front of Asr. They seemed to be arguing about something, and Lynch soon knew it.

The sound coming from outside the glass wall became louder and louder, and some locals who were still watching the excitement actually joined the group.

They raised their fists high and waved them rhythmically, shouting loudly the slogan "Foreigners, get out".

Seeing these people moving so neatly, seeing them shouting slogans that may have been formulated a few days ago, or even longer, Lynch absolutely did not believe that there was no support or instigation behind these people.

At the same time, it will also be a big trouble, a "host"'s ill will towards the "evil guest"!

Less than a minute later, a group of policemen came running from a distance blowing sharp whistles. If it had been in the past, these people would have fled in all directions, but this time it was unexpected.

Especially the leading ones, not only did they not run away, but they just stood there, as if they were waiting for the police to catch them.

The moment the police came into contact with them, the batons covered with a very thin layer of rubber were slapped on these people. They did not lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the batons like they did in the past.

Instead, they stood there stiffly and let the batons fall on their bodies and heads, even if their skin and flesh were torn apart and their heads were bleeding.

Perhaps it was the unexpected toughness of these people that made the police a little overwhelmed. They actually stopped attacking these people and stood there in confusion.

What happened suddenly was so sudden that they suddenly discovered that they actually did not have much experience and ability to deal with such emergencies.

These people just don't hide and just stand there, which is enough to make them unable to advance or retreat.

Lynch's expression remained calm, he knew these policemen had done something stupid.

When a person on the side of justice discovers a bastard on the side of evil doing something bad, he can pass by pretending not to know anything.

But once he chooses to intervene, there must be an intuitive result, or if the stop is not thorough enough, then what he has done before will be far more harmful to this society than if he did nothing.

In the past, people may still have some kind of luck in their hearts, maybe it was just that the evil was not discovered when it was growing, but now, people will only have another feeling...

The young man at the head suddenly raised an arm. His head was broken several times, and his original appearance was covered with blood.

Under the sun, among a group of policemen who looked as ferocious as wolves and tigers, some figures that were so thin and heartbreaking still stood. In the heart-stopping bright red, there was a pair of black and white eyes. He raised his arms high and said nothing, even

They don't have any expressions.

He just slowly looked at everyone's faces, and the policeman standing next to him took a few uncomfortable steps back.

Most people didn't dare to look at him, but some people endured some kind of pressure they couldn't describe, and then slowly raised their arms.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing, and Lin Qi's expression finally changed.

"Is there a phone?" He turned around and looked at the owner of the cafe who was also watching the excitement not far away. He was a local. He came out of the counter. He didn't know whether he was the boss, just a waiter, or both the boss and the waiter.

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The boss and clerk nodded quickly, "Yes, sir..." He looked at Lynch, and the lips that he had just closed seemed to be about to open again, but in the end he said nothing.

He originally wanted to tell Lynch that making phone calls would require additional payment, and that here in Nagaril, everything related to "modernity" was not cheap, such as telephones.

But he didn't say it, because the weapons in the hands of the foreigners around Lynch made him afraid to say it. He didn't want to cause some misunderstandings because of a small sum of money. He was willing to bear this additional loss just to avoid misunderstandings.

eventful.

Lynch dialed the number of the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over. The place was actually not very far from the police station.

When the police chief arrived at the scene, he first arranged his clothes and then his armed belt. When he saw the bewildered police officers, his face turned darker.

He drew his baton, and this time not only the young men with blood-covered heads, but also the policemen became his targets.

There are more police, more chaos, but something seems to be different.

At the same time, in a villa a few kilometers away - it is difficult to describe it. If you say it is a villa, then you are obviously underestimating it.

But to say it is a manor or even a castle would be too exaggerated.

Nagaril's worthless land allows people here to build their houses very big when building their houses, especially those who are rich, who can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint until they feel

Until satisfied.

This house here is like this. It occupies a large area and the highest part is only three floors. In fact, only one and a half owners live in the entire building complex, and the rest are servants who serve them.

Simon was whispering something to several people in the side hall. Each of them had a serious expression. The room was filled with smoke. Even if the window was opened, the strong smell of smoke would not go away.

Outside the door, a somewhat thin child was walking over cautiously carrying a tray. He was the son of Simon and a local, but his status was not very high. This may have something to do with his mother not being his legitimate daughter.

Of course, it may also have something to do with him being a "mongrel". Simon doesn't like this child who was born to blend in with the locals.

In short, his identity is very embarrassing, he is half the owner of this house.

His status is a little higher than ordinary people, but he is half a head lower than Simon and those foreigners.

At this time, Simon was discussing things with his friends. Generally, only he, Simon's biological son, was eligible to enter at this time.

Those people had been inside for a long time, and he prepared new scented tea and cakes to send in as usual.

He knew that Simon didn't like him, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to change his father's mind.

The moment he opened the door and shouted half of the word "father" in his mouth, a teacup hit him on the forehead, making him dizzy.

An irritable command came to my ears, which was not at all like what a father would say to his child.

"Get out!"
Chapter completed!