A person would not die immediately after being shot.
There was a process from birth to death. Once, biologists from Gaffra did an experiment. They promised the death row prisoners some benefits in exchange for accepting their research.
The most famous experiment was the beheading experiment.
Generally speaking, after being beheaded, the head of the death row prisoner would roll a few times. If this were a myth or a legend, a black dog might run away with the head in its mouth.
However, this was a research story. People fixed the heads of the death row prisoners on a bracket, and then quickly cut off the connection between their heads and bodies with a blade. At this time, scientists would ask questions, and the death row prisoners would answer the questions asked by the scientists. For example, they would use their eyes to look at the different options on the left and right sides.
The purpose of this experiment was to prove that people would not die immediately even after their heads were cut off. It sounded boring and cruel, but it did provide a lot of necessary content for the field of biology.
In the end, most of the death row prisoners retained the ability to think for a while after their heads were cut off. They could answer two to three questions. Then, as the blood in their brains was drained, they would truly die.
Therefore, after being shot, Mishehaye did not die immediately. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and looked at the police chief with a pained expression on his face. He looked at the man who had once wagged his tail in front of him.
Some gunshots came from other places in the basement, and a woman's scream could be heard. However, everything fell silent within ten seconds.
"His Excellency the governor knows that you once made things difficult for Mr. Lynch. For the sake of the friendship between Nagalil and the Federation, and for the sake of the friendship between His Excellency the governor and Mr. Lynch, he asked me to convey his apology to you."
The police chief tugged at the corner of his shirt to make it more comfortable. He then adjusted his belt so that he looked very energetic at all times.
Every time Mishehaye gasped for breath, he could feel that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker. He said in a strained voice, "But that's … Dragon's son asked me to do it. It's not my idea."
"But Mr. Lynch doesn't know about it!"
The police chief raised his gun and pointed it at him. "Is there anything else you need me to pass on? If not, I'll send you back to God's embrace now."
Mishehaye did not expect to survive. He could feel the blood rushing into one of his lungs. Now, he could only rely on the other one to breathe. With such a terrible amount of blood loss, there was no way he could survive in Najalil, where medical facilities and technology were backward.
He revealed a gloating smile, probably because he was gloating. He looked at the police chief and said, "Now it's me. You're next!"
The chief of police was stunned for a moment. Then, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Bullets pierced through Mayor Mishekhaye's arrogant face one after another, smashing it into pieces. It was not until the sound of the firing pin that the chief of police realized that he had emptied the magazine of bullets.
His expression was a little sluggish, and after a while, he put away his pistol. He looked at Mishehaye, whose identity he could no longer recognize, and shook his head. "I'm not you. You have value to be used, and I'm just a dog."
With that, he walked out of the basement with a look of regret and relief.
The smell of blood had already spread. The people in the basement could not be more dead.
Seeing his subordinates with guns in their hands, the police chief adjusted his belt again. "I've checked. Mayor Mishehaye has been attacked and killed by gangsters. This is the most serious case in the history of Mengwu Province. I swear to God that I will catch the murderers!"
The policemen, whose faces were still stained with blood, their pockets bulging, and the heat from the muzzles still burning their hands, straightened their backs excitedly and loudly echoed the police chief's vow. They must solve the case as soon as possible.
The sunlight from outside the basement shone on their wide-brimmed hats, and their badges shone brightly at this moment.
The news of Mishehaye's death did not immediately leak out. Even Dragon and Lynch did not start to rectify the chaos outside. They were still waiting.
In fact, both Dragon and Lynch knew very well that the reason they pushed the local lower class to fight against the upper middle class and ruling class was to completely reshuffle the cards.
The people of the Federation had arrived. This wasn't a simple greeting or a description of something new that had happened around them. It was a real phenomenon.
The people of the Federation had come in a powerful manner that most people in Nagalee could not understand. The first step after these people came was to reshuffle the cards. If the upper middle class, who already controlled many resources, were not prepared, they would be purged, just like now.
The city outside was on fire, and the chaos had begun to spread to other places. The lower class of society, who did not get any benefits here, began to go to other cities to look for opportunities. It was possible that the turmoil caused by this riot would affect the entire Nagalee.
Perhaps this was what some people wanted as well. Before they knew what to do, Lin Qi had lit the fire.
After returning to the room, Lynch took off his clothes with the help of the maid and went into the bathroom.
It had to be said that Dragon really knew how to enjoy himself. Of course, this had something to do with the local traditional culture.
The forty to fifty square meters bathtub was filled with hot water with a faint sulfuric smell. This was the hot spring water from the underground. The comfortable design allowed Lynch to lie down in a groove that would not sink. He lay in it, enjoying the cool breeze. The tropical jungle at night was not far away. Except for some annoying mosquitoes that occasionally flew nearby, it was perfect at this time.
He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the heat and comfort of the hot water flowing on the surface of his body. It was so comfortable that he wanted to take a short nap.
He was thinking about the situation here. Breaking the local ruling structure and ruling class was a plan that he and the joint development company had decided on before coming here.
If they did not eliminate the ruling class that did not join the joint development company, they would likely waste a lot of time and energy on local factional struggles in the future.
So the best thing to do now was to ignite the conflict at the beginning and then force the locals to take sides.
Those who were willing to cooperate would be given the identity of the Federation. This was actually very important. As long as they became members of the Federation, there was no need to consider whether they would betray their cooperation with the joint development company for various reasons.
After all, when they knew that their rulers had also abandoned them, abandoned their faith and gods, their rule would also come to an end.
What was left was to eradicate those who stood on the opposite side of them. Perhaps these people did not know anything from the beginning. They did not know that they had been forced to take sides. They did not know that they did not even have a choice. They did not know a lot.
But this was not important. What was important was the space, the new space that was released. A new group of Nagalil would replace these people, and with the help of the Federation, they would become a new privileged class and even the ruling class. The Federation would …
Hiss …
Lynch's muscles suddenly tensed up, but he soon relaxed.
He did not open his eyes. He was thinking about some of the next tasks, so he did not notice that a second person had come to the bath.
Because of the ripples caused by the body's movements, the water surface in the entire bath was rippling. The maids standing outside the bath watched everything that happened with blushing faces. They were a little shy, but also a little curious.
Lynch's breathing was a little heavy. After a while, the ripples gradually calmed down.
"How much did Little Fawkes pay you for the movie?"
Lynch opened his mouth and asked. His voice was a little hoarse. "Do you have water?"
Soon, the maids came to him with a tray with four drinks: wine, fruit wine, juice, and flower tea.
He hesitated for a moment and chose the flower tea. Alcohol was not a good thing. Although many people liked him, he had seen those who suffered from alcohol poisoning.
Many people thought that alcohol poisoning was just a trembling hand, but that was not the case. It was just a side effect. In the end, alcohol would kill people. It destroyed a lot of brain cells!
The fruit juice was too sweet. Young people might like it, but as an "old man", Lynch preferred the taste of something bland.
Penny, who was a little tired, lay next to him. Her face was rosy as if the sunset had left her cheeks. She was panting slightly and her breathing was a little heavy. "Thirty thousand dollars. The management company will take two-thirds of it. The rest is mine."
Lynch's voice recovered. He looked at the girl with a little surprise. "They care about you a lot. They can give you this much. I thought they would give you less."
From an ordinary person with no experience in the entertainment industry to a celebrity, the management company had to pay a lot to nurture them.
Time, money, and connections. Not everyone could succeed and make the management company recoup their investment. Therefore, in the beginning, a large part of an artist's income would be taken away by the management company.
When the artist became popular, the management company would constantly change the share. In the end, they would only take five to ten percent. With Penny's current influence, she should not be able to get a third of it.
Penny pursed her lips. She turned around and took a tropical fruit from the fruit basket beside the bathtub. She took a bite and juice splattered everywhere. "Because they think that I can become a big star, they gave me a better contract than the others."
As she spoke, she leaned over and tilted her head. She looked at Lynch's handsome face lying in the water and was a little lost in thought.
But soon, she came back to her senses. She bit her lip and asked, "How was it this time? I didn't mess it up, right?"
Lynch thought for a moment and commented, "In the beginning, to be honest, you weren't very familiar with it. But after that, you did well. I can give you a passing grade."
"What?"
"Only a passing grade?"
"I think I did well this time!"