The hot-tempered and impulsive young man, who was inspecting the transmission shaft of a vehicle, noticed the approaching police when he received the warning. He did not crawl out from the side where the police came from, but chose the other side instead.
However, he was still a little too slow. At the same time, the short Akemili's warning was a little too late. As soon as he ran out, he was caught by several police officers before he could escape.
He struggled with all his might and almost broke free from the police's restraint. Several police officers pushed him to the ground together, and the group of people wrestled and rolled into a ball. In the end, the hot-tempered and impulsive young cadre could not win against the police officers. The police handcuffed his wrists, and he did not continue to struggle.
Once handcuffed, if you still wanted to struggle, you could only say that you were going against yourself. Regardless of whether it was the police in a civilized society or a barbaric society, they always had many ways to use handcuffs that did not violate the rules.
Therefore, he did not resist. But even though he did not resist, the police officers who had previously struggled were not willing to let him go.
The police took out their rubber batons and started to beat him. The rubber batons were covered with a thick layer of rubber, so it was not easy to cause irreparable injuries. They also used extra force.
At this moment, Akemili hurriedly pushed the police away. He had to do something. After all, he was the leader of the local Youth Party. He had to protect the impulsive and hot-tempered young man.
At this moment, many explanations flashed through his mind, but in the end, he chose the most surprising one. "We are foreigners' employees. You can't do this!"
When the police officers heard that they were foreigners' employees, they were stunned for a moment. Then, they calmed down.
Perhaps the people at the bottom of the city and even the entire province did not know much about "Mr. Lynch" and his "deeds," but most of the police officers knew. Their attitude suddenly changed.
One of the police officers hung the rubber baton back on his belt, tidied up his clothes, and patted the dust off. He glanced sideways at the hot-tempered and impulsive young man who had been beaten black and blue in just a few seconds. He said loudly, "The person behind you planned the demonstration not long ago. This is an important criminal that the mayor and the chief personally ordered to catch!"
Akumali, who was not tall, was stunned for a moment. He was a little … unsure of what kind of expression he should make. He turned around and looked at the equally stunned and impulsive cadre behind him. He felt as if he was asking, "How the f * ck did you get exposed?"
Whether it was launching a demonstration or organizing other movements, the Youth Party actually had a complete set of plans. Simply put, when the orders were passed down from the top, it was a one-to-one contact.
For example, if Akemili arranged for the hot-tempered cadre to be in charge of this matter, he would not tell anyone who was in charge. He would not even talk about it before it happened.
The cadre would find a few of his subordinates and tell them a time, place, and what to do. He would not personally contact them. Everyone had a list of their subordinates, but there was no list of their subordinates. This was also to prevent the possibility of all of them being arrested if one of their subordinates was caught.
Even so, the hot-tempered cadre was still exposed and arrested.
Recently, there had been no news related to the Youth Party. There were also no facts that indicated that the government had found any important clues to track down the Youth Party's actions.
This could only mean that the cadre had leaked his identity. Thinking of his flamboyant personality, Akemili only felt tired.
He was silent for a moment, stepped aside, and whispered, "I will help you get out of here as soon as possible. Don't resist, just deal with it first."
A flash of hatred appeared on the hot-tempered cadre's face. He nodded, no longer resisted, and let the police take him away.
In fact, at this moment, he already knew who betrayed him. The only people who knew that he was the one who arranged this demonstration, other than the short Akemili, were his subordinates, and a good friend of his.
Although they were called good friends, they were actually neighbors who grew up together.
Because of some social problems in Najaril, the relationship between neighbors was sometimes very close. After all, life was so simple, if there was no one to help, it would be even more difficult.
Coupled with the naive nature of children, it was easy for them to get along well with each other. They were as close as real brothers.
Later, he was promoted to a cadre of the Youth Party, while his childhood friend was still wandering around all day with nothing to do.
He once wanted to pull his friend into the Youth Party, but according to the development rules of the Youth Party, his friend was not suitable to be a member of the organization, so he could only give up.
This time, when he was chatting with his friend, he could not help but praise his current position and what he wanted to do.
This kind of flaunting could be understood as wanting to show off a little in front of a good friend to satisfy his vanity, to show that he was actually doing well now. However, he had never thought that this kind of flaunting would be betrayed by a friend that he thought was good enough for him, a friend of more than twenty years …
Akumali's head was throbbing as he watched his officers being taken away. He punched the side of the truck and gasped in pain. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't find a way to solve this problem.
In the past, when the Najaril Youth Party was not recognized as an illegal organization, he could probably find a way. After all, it was just a small matter, and he could settle it with some money.
At that time, the police were very easy to talk to. Just give them some money, and they would casually give the cadre who was easily impulsive a crime without any specific punishment, and they would be released after a few whips.
But now, the Najaril Youth Party was an illegal organization. It was not impossible to bribe the police, but the risk was great, and there was a high possibility that more of his friends would be exposed.
If he could not bribe the police, it would be difficult for the higher-ups of the Youth Party to find a way to help them. Basically, there was nothing he could do.
Just now, the police said that the mayor and the police chief wanted to arrest the cadre. This meant that unless he could use someone with a higher status than the mayor to change the situation of the cadre who was easily impulsive, there was nothing he could do.
After thinking about it, he wanted to see if he could start from the motorcade. Just now, when the policemen were whipping his companions, he only said that they were all foreigners' employees, and the policemen stopped. This showed that foreigners still had a strong influence on the police. Maybe the captain of the motorcade had a way.
He quickly found the captain of the convoy, a foreigner from the Federation named Cook.
Cook was also transferred from the Federation by Lynch. The transport convoy in Saibin would not change as a whole and would continue to be managed by the new management.
Old people like Cook were all transferred by Lynch.
Working abroad, especially in a backward country, was not difficult. People in the country who did not want to go abroad could not imagine the happiness of people like Cook.
Their monthly salary was about the same as the salary of more than ten to twenty Najaril locals. In addition to the basic salary, there were also high subsidies. This allowed every skilled worker from the Federation to get more than three hundred and fifty dollars, and the gap was not small.
With such a salary, they could live very happily in the local area. If they did not care about the possible smell of the locals, they could spend a good night with a different young girl every day and save a lot of money!
This also led to the flourishing of the technical industry related to the girls in Najaril at a terrifying speed!
Cook knew that Akumali was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a good impression of him because he was very serious in his work and knew how to be grateful, which was gratifying.
Hearing him talk about these things, Cook didn't want to get involved. He was just the captain of a transport team and was only responsible for the transportation work. He didn't want to interfere too much in the conflicts of some locals.
But Akumali kept begging, and Cook was not a bad person. He was a little soft-hearted. In the end, he decided to help Akumali ask.
He could not make the decision on this matter. He had to ask Lynch for his opinion. If Lynch agreed to intervene, it was just a matter of a phone call.
If Lynch said that it was not convenient for him to intervene, Cook could also refuse Akumali, who kept begging.
Not long after, Lynch received a call from Cook.
"I heard that the people in your convoy have been very open recently. You also said that you want to marry a bunch of wives, right?"
Lynch's voice was full of a kind of teasing that was not unfamiliar.
This made Cook and some of the people who had worked with him for a long time have a very strange feeling. Lynch was not like other bosses. Once he had money, he would forget these old fellows.
He was like everyone's friend, joking with each other and caring about their lives. This comfortable relationship made everyone grateful to Lynch in their hearts and willing to work for Lynch.
Cook's old face was a little red. He was not married in the Federation. He did not have a house. He was already 30 years old and still lived with his single mother.
Many girls did not even have the desire to meet him when they heard about his family situation. Even if he had one or two girlfriends before, they quickly broke up.
No one could stand this situation. Cook's situation in the Federation was completely classified as a "serious problem family". The girls were not willing to get into such trouble.
This also made Cook have a lot of fun here. He had no burden.
They organized various parties. The girls in Najalil were not only young and beautiful, but their slightly darker skin was also more delicate than the girls in the Federation.
These girls could be satisfied easily. Unlike the girls in the Federation, you could never satisfy their appetite.
To be a rich man in Najalil was to be a real man, and he could enjoy everything that he should.
Cook wasn't young anymore. He planned to marry two or three wives locally. He didn't expect that Lynch would find out about it when he casually mentioned it to others. Lynch even mocked him because of it.
"Boss … You're making me very embarrassed now!"
He complained with a smile on his face.