"Pa!"
The whip dipped in salt water struck one of the troublemakers. The troublemaker struggled in pain, twisting his body, but it was useless.
The whips in the police station were much more powerful than those outside. These whips were specially prepared to deal with "disobedient" people.
These whips were made from dozens of cow neck leather strips.
After being tanned, cow neck leather would be very hard and more flexible. These leather strips were about two to three millimeters wide, leaving a right-angled edge, and then tightly woven together.
Usually, they needed to maintain a certain amount of humidity. They couldn't be too dry, or they would crack easily. They couldn't be too wet, or they would become soft.
There were specialized people in the police station who were responsible for looking after these whips. Of course, it was worth it.
When a whip landed on a person's body, there would be a "#" mark on the place where the whip landed. At first, it would swell up, and then the entire wound area would swell.
Then, the skin with obvious scars would split in the process of swelling, and blood would ooze out, but the amount of blood would not be high.
These whips would be dipped in salt water before use. At this time, the cracked skin would begin to absorb the surrounding salt water, and the wound would be further torn open. At the same time, the salt water would be poured in, causing more intense pain.
What was more interesting was that the wound caused by this kind of whip was not big. In addition, it was soft and would not directly cause pressure or mechanical damage to the organs. The salt water could also help to disinfect.
Using this kind of whip, even if it was lashed for a whole day, it would not kill anyone.
It would only take two to three days, and with a little treatment, the person being punished would recover and be punished again.
Usually, ten lashes would be enough for a small problem, but today, the guy in the interrogation room had been lashed for more than half an hour.
The police chief was bare-chested, his thick chest hair emitting a disgusting stench. He swung the whip with all his might and lashed it down fiercely.
"Pa!"
He did not ask who sent him to Lynch's recruitment area to cause trouble. He also did not ask who the others were, and if there were any accomplices.
With the police chief's decades of experience in dealing with these muddy lackeys, the more he asked before they collapsed, the more it would help them resist. It was better to not ask anything and just keep on beating until they opened their mouth to talk.
This worked better than anything else. This was the experience of the police chief.
Every time the whip landed on his body, the young man would scream in pain. He was like a fish waiting to be dissected by the sea, a fish that had left the water.
No matter how hard they struggled when they were hung up, a few adults might not be able to control them, but once the time was up, they would automatically die, just like this young man.
The police chief's eyes were gloomy, and the muscles on his face were stiff. He glared at the young man who was hanging in the air, then turned around and soaked the whip in salt water.
Beating people up was also a physical activity. Don't think that beating people up was easy. People who had this kind of thinking basically had never been in a fight, or had beaten people up before.
In fact, it was very strenuous to hit someone. A normal adult who could last more than three minutes in a fierce confrontation could be said to be a person with great endurance.
Many people couldn't even last three minutes.
The police chief was a little tired at this point. He took a sip of water and panted slightly for a while. Then, he silently picked up the whip and lashed it hard.
Every time after soaking in salt water, the first lash would be particularly heavy. The water increased the power of the whip when it was lashed. The young man screamed again. His scream was no longer as loud as it was at the beginning. It was still very hoarse, and there was even a hint of crying.
The police chief knew that he was about to collapse.
…
A few minutes later, the police chief appeared outside the chief's office, dressed neatly. He tugged at the hem of his police uniform to make sure there were no creases on his clothes. Then, he tugged at his belt before knocking on the door.
After a "come in" came from inside, he carefully opened the door with a flattering smile on his face. He first glanced at Lynch sitting on the side and nodded to greet him. Finally, he looked at the provincial governor next to him.
"I've told you, provincial governor …" He paused. "Mr. Lynch."
At this time, he did not look like the brutal person in the interrogation room at all. But it had to be said that he was still very capable.
"Some time ago, someone contacted some local youths, saying …" The police chief glanced at Lynch. Although his movement was not big, it was still very obvious.
Provincial Governor Dragon saw Sky's action but did not say anything. The police chief immediately understood what the Provincial Governor meant. He did not avoid the topic and continued, "They say that what Nagalar needs is not foreigners and plunder from foreigners. If they want to be strong, they can only rely on themselves. They have formed an organization called the 'Nagalar Youth Party', which only accepts young people."
Delag's expression did not change, and neither did Lynch's expression.
It was normal for social consciousness to have some kind of stress reaction when it was forcibly penetrated by external forces. However, these people's stress reaction was slightly more intense than other methods, and the nature of it was also more unique.
"I don't care about these things. I just want to know who ordered them."
Delag was just sitting there, but he gave the police chief a lot of pressure.
The latter nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, the young man said that no one ordered them. They just did it spontaneously."
"Their superiors, the Nagalil Youth Party, gave them some propaganda materials with some slogans and doctrines. They decided to cause trouble at Mr. Lynch's recruitment meeting at the last minute …"
The police chief also felt that this matter was very special. This kind of thing had never happened in this country before.
After its power was dismembered, it was handed over to the provincial governor and high priest of each province. There were no social groups with social influence, let alone political parties.
The sudden appearance of the Youth Gang was a surprise to many people.
"… They claimed that all this was to awaken Nagalar. All young people should stand together, or this place will become a paradise for foreigners."
There were some words that the police chief did not say because it was not appropriate to say them here.
Some of the ideas of the young man, or the Nagalar Youth Party, could not be said to be completely wrong.
The Preston Firm's control of the entire social economy had pushed the society to the brink of losing control. If the power was held by a small group of people in the society, the rest of the people could more or less control some wealth to meet their needs, and this kind of life could continue.
But now, it was not possible. The money fell into the hands of foreign businessmen and local rulers. They divided up the natural dividends of the society, leaving nothing for the ordinary people.
In fact, as long as one went deeper into some remote places, one could feel the despair of this society. The poor people outside the city waiting for death in the slums, the poor homeless people on the streets.
All of these had already announced that something had to change, whether it was the ruling class of society or the structure of the whole society.
The emergence of the youth party was a kind of awakening, a kind of young people from the bottom of society who grew up in the new era, full of anger, these people were the awakening of these people.
There were only two kinds of people they blamed. One was people with power, such as the provincial governor, and the other was people with money, such as Mr. Lynch.
Therefore, the police chief would not say these words. If he did, he would only be asking for trouble.
After the police chief finished what he had to say, he lowered his head and did not say another word.
Provincial Governor Dragon glanced at Lynch, as if asking for his opinion.
Lynch just frowned. "Since no one is behind it, let's leave it at that. But I think it's best to suppress this kind of development. This is just a group of ambitious people who may have some hidden ideas."
"Well, pay close attention to these people."
Dragon said as he stood up and left the police station with Lynch.
While sitting in the car, Provincial Governor Dragon seemed to be talking to himself, but also whispered softly as if he was asking Lynch, "Nothing like this has ever happened before …"
He was referring to the fact that there were groups of people. In the past, power and religion controlled people well. People believed in the words of those religions. Even if they were treated unfairly, they would not show up.
Now that the Nagalil youth party suddenly popped out, Dragon felt unprepared. It was as if everything was gradually going out of control.
Lynch sat next to him and looked out the window at the people who were driven to the roadside by the police. Looking at the complicated expressions on their faces, he shook his head slightly.
"Have you played with sandcastles before, Mr. Dragon?"
Mr. Dragon was Lynch's new name for Provincial Governor Dragon. On the one hand, they were "partners". Several Provincial Governors from Nagalil had already joined the joint development company, and some were in the process of joining.
Secondly, he was a citizen of the Federation and Lynch's private partner, so Lynch called him "Mr.", which was more in line with civilized society.
Provincial Governor Dragon nodded. "If you're talking about sandcastles on the beach, yes, I've played with sandcastles before. Why?"
Building sandcastles on the beach was one of the favorite games for many people who lived by the sea when they were young. Moist sand had a very magical plasticity. Many people liked to use it to do something, although most of them were not doing anything.
"I've played with sandcastles before. There was a time when I was obsessed with them …" He said with a smile, as if he was lamenting the simple joy of childhood. "I've never made them beautiful, not as beautiful as those made by adults."
"I thought that when I grew up, I could make a beautiful sandcastle like them, but when I really grew up, I realized that I still couldn't do it."