The next day, a few prisoners had their heads chopped off in the square, and their blood flowed all over the ground.
The onlookers looked at the rolling heads, and behind the fear in their eyes, there was also some excitement.
It was true that people would feel an uncontrollable sadness when their own kind was killed, but if this kind of killing was not between opposing species, but just to show off their power and status, then people would not be sad.
They would only be excited, envious, and jealous, wondering why they did not have such power.
The city hall announced to the public that these people were the gang members who robbed and killed Mike. Their heads were covered with sacks, and no one could see their faces clearly.
Whatever the local government said, people would believe. Regardless of whether they really believed it or not, at least they would not take the initiative to stand up and oppose the local government's actions and statements. That was purely looking for trouble for themselves.
However, there were still some people who spread the word that the people who had their heads chopped off were not the masterminds and murderers of Mike's tragedy.
Everyone knew who had done these things, and they also knew that those people were still alive and well. It was clear at a glance who was lying.
However, there was no need for people to stand up and say anything. Offending the local government was a very stupid choice, and offending those gang members was also a stupid choice.
This matter seemed to have come to an end. The city hall's elders even brought out a camera and took pictures of the execution. It was said that these pictures were going to be sent to the Federation government to tell them that this matter had come to an end.
Listening to it, it seemed … a little laughable.
For these Sugeans who did not think that they were backward, no matter how powerful the Bayer Federation's international reputation was, weren't they still being casually played around by this small country that was not very famous?
This inexplicable sense of superiority made the onlookers in the square straighten their backs. Under the flash of the camera held up high, the side faces of the people looking at the camera became the headline of next week's Federation Times.
The people's heads were strangely twisted, and in the center of the picture, there were more than ten headless corpses neatly lying on the side. There was a large patch of blood on the ground, and in the distance, there were some children laughing and kicking a human head …
This matter had come to an end.
The gang leader, who was 1.8 meters tall, was sitting in his chair. His men were counting and folding stacks of money, tying them up with strips of cowhide and placing them on a huge table.
The table was filled with money, piled up to a foot high. Near the leader, there were also some gold products and all kinds of jewelry. This money had been exchanged with the Federation's goods.
The people of the Federation weren't willing to accept the local currency, but for the locals, they didn't care. In fact, they even felt that it was better to exchange for the local currency. At the very least, they could use it anytime and anywhere.
This was only half of it. The other half was not sold and was stored in the warehouse. In the future, when he needed to establish certain connections, those carefully selected goods would become the key.
No one would reject wealth, and no one would reject exquisite goods from the Federation. These things would not be so easy to obtain in the future.
Ever since Mike's shop was robbed and Mike and his men were killed, a lot of Federation merchants had left.
Even if there were still some people left, they were also reducing the scale of their businesses.
Thinking of this, the gang leader, who was 1.8 meters tall, wondered if he should do it again.
It was too addictive, and the profits were too great. The key was that he had to "block" the market.
Only if the people of the Federation stopped doing business for a short period of time would the goods in his hands continue to appreciate.
Another four or five days passed. At around ten o 'clock in the morning, the gang leader, who was 1.8 meters tall, stretched his back and walked out of his room.
When the door opened, a woman was vaguely revealed lying on the bed in the room. She was naked and covered in wounds.
This woman was Mike's younger brother's lover. In fact, as Mike had said, there was no such thing as a pure love story of a teenage girl falling in love with a man in his forties.
The girl just wanted to kidnap Mike's brother and get a ticket to leave Suge from him.
For many girls who lived in poor, backward, and chaotic areas, as long as they could leave that damned place and have a temporary residence outside, they were willing to pay any price!
Unfortunately, Mike's younger brother fell into the trap. The dawn of a good life had already dispelled the darkness, but eternal night had descended …
The dying girl lying on the bed had no traces of activity in her mind. She didn't think of anything, and didn't do anything. Her thoughts seemed to have stopped.
Here, she was like a toy that anyone could play with.
When the leader found this toy interesting, he would occupy her for a period of time, and then she would be given to someone else.
If she was unlucky and died, then she would become food for wild dogs. If she was lucky and didn't die, then she would start to change into revealing clothes and do the most despicable things to earn money for the gang.
On the day that the future and hope died at the same time, she and her soul would also die.
The gang leader, who was 1.8 meters tall, looked at the people running on the field not far away, and revealed a somewhat proud expression.
In fact, at his level, he could almost be considered a small clan.
He had money, people, weapons, and was ruthless enough. Ordinary forces wouldn't dare to clash with him.
After three to five years of operation, he might even be able to become a mayor or an officer.
In a backward and barbaric country like Suge, power was never inherited, but snatched.
The people in the courtyard were his future capital. Among them were some young people who had recently been recruited. Many of these young people with ruthless faces had some reputation outside.
But in front of him, each and every one of them was well-behaved, just like the girl in the room.
His approach made the people who were running stop. He took out a cigarette. Immediately, someone came over to light it up and passed it to him with his hand covering his face.
He intended to say something to establish and deepen his position in the hearts of these people. This was also a way to pull everyone closer.
The flame in front of him was a little close to his mouth. He lowered his head and put the cigarette in front of his mouth. But at this moment, with a bang, he rolled and fell to the ground. Looking at the slowly falling huge body, his already smashed brain used the last bit of stubbornness to think about a question.
It was just lighting a cigarette, could it f * cking blow up his head?
This sudden change made everyone dumbfounded. The 1.8-meter-tall gang leader had been in this area for many years.
It wasn't that no one had ever challenged him, but all those who had challenged him were already dead, so no one had thought of stepping on his head to get to the top.
Yet, at that very moment, he died.
A gunshot blew up the head, followed by even more intense gunshots, but something wasn't right.
These gunshots didn't sound like the native guns used by the locals or the guns from abroad, which were earth-shattering.
These gunshots were "tut tut tut" continuous. It wasn't ear-piercing or loud, but it could still be heard clearly.
The people who had just stopped to catch their breath were like wheat harvested by the scythe of the Grim Reaper. Everyone's body bloomed with blood and then fell down. Until now, they didn't even know what had happened.
It was also at this moment that three soldiers in thick combat uniforms broke through the door. Those who pretended to be dead, as well as the people in the room, realized that the people who had just attacked them were on the roof next door.
These people were well-trained and took turns to advance. Those who pretended to be dead didn't even have a chance to escape. After they came in, they finished off everyone with a shot to the head.
They had heard of people whose hearts grew on the other side, but no one had heard of people whose heads grew on their buttocks. This was indeed the case.
Whether or not they pretended to be dead, a gunshot to the head meant that they couldn't be more dead.
After that, gunshots occasionally rang out, but they soon stopped. All the people in the surrounding room were cleaned up, and not a single one was left alive.
Of course, except for the girls who looked like victims.
They were herded together, trembling. Some of them were vomiting, and some had already fainted.
On the other hand, the naked girl woke up when she smelled the pungent smell of blood. She trembled, and her lifeless eyes regained focus.
She looked around in a daze, and soon her gaze fell on the 1.8 meter gang leader who only had half a head left.
She pounced over, clawed with her hands, kicked with her feet, and vented the anger and despair in her heart …
All the people who were killed were dragged to the center of the yard, and then someone took pictures of them. They didn't forget to take pictures of the warehouse of these people, and took away all the valuable and easily portable items.
From the first gunshot to the end of all the fighting and the evacuation, it took less than ten minutes.
Ten minutes, the mayor was still sleeping, and the police chief had just climbed out of bed.
Ten minutes, some of the braver people came to the door of the yard and flicked their heads inside.
"I swear we'll be punished when we get back this time!"
The assaulter who was chewing tobacco casually asked.
The pleasure of killing people calmed down after a short period of excitement, and he began to feel nervous. Chewing tobacco was a very good way to relax, and it helped to ease tension.
The captain glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. "Take care of yourself. I'll take care of the rest!"
In the last row of the car, a girl wrapped in a bedsheet looked at these people. She was so muddle-headed that she didn't know how to describe the thoughts in the depths of her heart at this moment.
She thought she had fallen into hell, but she didn't expect to climb back up …
At that time, she saw that these people were about to leave, and she suddenly said, "Take me with you. I know Mike."
Then the captain took her with him.
This woman was useful. This was the captain's idea. In order to become a captain in the Blackstone Security and be able to command a military operation, not only did he need to have enough professionalism, he also needed to be able to use his brain.
He knew what Mr. Lynch wanted, and this girl was valuable.
He turned around and glanced at the girl. "We may have to take pictures of you later, if you don't mind."
The girl didn't care if her body would be seen by more people. She only had one question. "Can I go to the Baylor Federation?"