He had heard the phone ringing for a long time, but he didn't want to pick it up because he was annoyed.
Ever since he became the governor of Amelia, the governor's mental state had been deteriorating day by day.
At first, it was fine. The resistance was sporadic. People didn't want to exchange money, tore up Guevara teaching materials, and burned Guevara flags. Their behavior was bad, but it didn't cause any headaches.
The way to deal with these people was simple. Arrest them and whip them in public. After the whip, they would become obedient.
But then the situation quickly deteriorated. Even if he pushed for the implementation of the "if one person commits a crime, the whole family will be punished" system, he couldn't restrain the resistance.
A large number of innocent people were executed because of the joint responsibility, which stimulated a greater sense of resistance. Until now, the situation had deteriorated, but there weren't many ways to solve the problem.
There were enemies inside the city, and there were enemies outside the city. Almost everywhere, there could be members of the anti-government armed groups.
Whether it was the elderly, women, or children!
He had seen a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy and his entire family being hanged in the public square. This was the order he had personally given. It was because this twelve-year-old boy had thrown a bag of poison into the water tank of the Gefran people, causing more than twenty people to be poisoned. Five of them died, and seven of them were crippled and sent back to the country.
This kind of confrontation was everywhere. In the past, there were patrol squads of three to five patrolmen and some local white-skinned dogs in charge of maintaining law and order. Now, there was nothing.
If the patrol squads didn't have armored vehicles, they wouldn't be willing to go out on the streets. Who knew when a bullet or a bomb would suddenly fly in, and patrolling became dangerous.
A state of disorder began to spread in the city. Many times, the citizens blamed the attacks, robberies, and violence from their own kind on the Guevara People. This kind of stupid and rude behavior was a headache. The people's hatred began to become blind, and the situation would only worsen.
His Excellency the Governor was also considering when he should submit the application to return to his country. Even if he could only be a rich man after returning to his country, it was still better than being in a tense state all day long. In this state, he felt that he might not be able to live for too long.
The phone was still ringing. It had been ringing for a minute. He didn't want to get up, but the phone … was still ringing.
His temples bulged, and he felt a slight swelling pain. His eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably, and his little finger subconsciously twitched. His stomach also began to hurt.
Calling at this time and for such a long time, it couldn't be good news no matter how one thought about it.
The phone was still ringing.
He slowly got up from the bed and looked at the ringing phone with an unfriendly expression. He walked over and picked it up. "It's me …"
"Governor, a group of people who claim to be employees of Blackstone Security just sent some people from Haiyan and the Independent Front over …"
The Governor seemed to be hallucinating. He frowned. "They're attacking?
How many people do we have? How many people do we have? Can we hold on? "
Those rebel organizations were now very arrogant. They did not know where they got the method of making homemade explosives. Even if they were hiding in the fortifications, it was not so safe now.
If there were too few people or too many people attacking, he would immediately ask for them to give up on defending.
Now, even if the rebels took down a defensive point, they would not occupy it. Although there were many problems in the city, this was still the territory of the Guevara People.
They could gather a relatively superior force in a short period of time and organize a counterattack. The rebels were more of a harassment. This was also a psychological tactic.
Both sides probably understood each other's intentions. When some of the defenders were attacked, the Governor would allow them to retreat if the disparity in strength was too great.
Sometimes, he even hoped that the anti-government militants could seize a piece of territory somewhere. As long as they had a territory, they would have a target to attack. Unlike now, when the main force came out, the untouchables were nowhere to be seen.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. There were also some heavy breathing sounds. The person on the other end seemed to be adjusting his breathing.
After a while, a new voice came. "Your Excellency, I'm... the guard of the outpost. Just now, a group of... mercenaries called 'Blackstone Security' brought some important people from Haiyan and the Independence Front to me. They passed..."
At this point, the voice on the other end of the phone paused. There were some other voices on the side, as if they were discussing something. After a while, the voice sounded again.
"They have the legal authorization of His Majesty the Emperor to carry out military operations in the Amelia Province. They destroyed the rebel organization, the Amelia Independence Front. At the same time, they also captured the organization's leader, Haiyan, and related personnel. They also seized a batch of important supplies..."
The Governor's breathing became more and more rapid. He paced back and forth a few steps. He quickly went to the desk and took out a pen. He casually flipped open a book. "Repeat what you just said."
As the other party repeated, the Governor recorded some key words in detail in the book. He then asked the soldiers to take good care of these people. In addition to unconditionally allowing them to use the outpost facilities, he also asked the outpost to send some supplies to the outpost.
After hanging up the phone, the Governor's head no longer hurt, and he was no longer tense. No matter who it was, if they could solve the current problem in Amelia, then these people were his friends. They were his good people.
Of course, he was not the only one who knew this good news. He wanted others to know as well. For example, His Majesty the Emperor, who was in the same situation as him.
At this time, the Emperor was still awake. Lynch's performance gave him an indescribable feeling of anticipation. If the problem in Amelia could be solved so easily, then even if Lynch's request was a little excessive, he would not refuse.
Amelia was too important. Once Amelia developed well, they could continue to expand to the southeast and occupy a large inland territory. They would achieve the true transformation of the Gefra Empire from a small island country to a vast inland country.
All the problems that plagued the Gefra Empire, such as population, resources, and strategic depth, would no longer be a problem.
Even if their opponent was the current Federation, they would still dare to try. After all, before a decisive force appeared, no one could destroy the other. The advantage of population and strategic depth would be displayed.
When that time came, the Gefra Empire would have the possibility of stabilizing the world's strongest country. And all of this could be realized today.
The Emperor was so excited that he could not fall asleep smoothly. This was also the most painful feeling he had in the past two years. Because of anxiety and other problems, he could not sleep at night and could not wake up in the morning.
Just as he was about to take sleeping pills with a high degree of alcohol, his phone rang.
He waited for the phone to ring twice before he picked it up.
Calls from the outside world to the palace required several manual transfers, so the Emperor knew very well that if this phone rang in his bedroom, it must not be an ordinary phone.
The moment he picked up, he heard the voice of the Governor of Amelia.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you at such a late hour. I have very good news that I can't wait to share with you. We caught …"
Before the Governor of Amelia could finish, the Emperor interrupted him. "You caught Haiyan, didn't you?"
The Governor of Amelia was stunned for a moment. "Yes, we caught him. I'm sorry to ask, but how did you know?"
The Emperor stood up abruptly and paced back and forth a few steps. His expression became particularly excited. "Of course I know, of course I know … Is he alive or dead?"
"He's still alive. I've already arranged for someone to treat him. Perhaps we can get some important information from him."
"Very good, your approach is very good. Appointing you as the Governor of Amelia is the best decision I've ever made. Make proper arrangements for those people from the Federation. They will help us solve these problems in the future!"
"People from the Federation?"
The Governor of Amelia still did not know that those people were from the Federation. He felt a little strange. It seemed that everything that happened tonight was within the Emperor's expectations. He asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, did you arrange all of this?"
The Emperor raised his chin slightly. "Indeed. Alright, I'm going to rest now!"
After hanging up the phone, the Emperor chuckled twice, and the headache that made him very unhappy disappeared. He jumped back onto the bed, rolled back and forth for a moment, and soon began to snore.
Early the next morning, when the butler and the band opened the door of the Emperor's bedroom, they were shocked to see that the Emperor was already neatly dressed and was making the final arrangements.
"You're late …" The Emperor, who was standing in front of the full-length mirror, turned around and looked behind him. "There are some places behind me that I can't see. Is there a problem?"
The butler quickly walked a few steps forward and helped the Emperor sort out the details that had not been dealt with properly. He then asked with some confusion, "Your Majesty, did you not sleep last night?"
"I slept. I had a good sleep. Where's Lynch? Is he up?"
The Emperor asked as he walked out.
The butler who followed the Emperor shook his head. "It's not even five o 'clock now. Your Majesty, if you want to see Mr. Lynch, you have to wait until 9.30 at the latest …"
"9.30? That's too late. I can't wait to see him. Can you arrange for someone to wake him up earlier?"
The person that the Emperor wanted to see the most now was Lynch.
He had solved this big problem in less than a day. He had to admit that he now believed that Lynch could solve the problem in Amelia, including some follow-up problems.
As long as the price was right, he could outsource these tasks to Lynch's company. For the Emperor of a powerful and wealthy country, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem.
If it was a problem, killing a minister would not be a problem!