I don't know you. It was a very simple sentence, which was also what the security guards in the bar often said.
Every day, there would be some idiots who thought they could fool the security guards. They would bring a girl in through the VIP channel, give a fake name, and pretend to be a VIP who might look similar to them in an attempt to slip through.
This trick … Sometimes it was a little useful. For example, when there was a new security guard, they might not be able to remember the appearance of every VIP.
There might also be some VIP who hadn't been here for a few months, or even longer, so the security guards would ask them to show their VIP cards.
No one would not bring that kind of thing. In this era where gangs ran rampant, there was such a sentence — —
During the day, the police managed the security of the city.
At night, the gangs ruled the whole world!
Most of the security guards in the bar were more or less related to the local gangs. Moreover, not everyone could run such a place, so no one would challenge them in such a place.
Until today.
The security guard went up and raised his hand to stop them. "Sorry, I don't …"
He wanted to say, "I don't know you, please show me your VIP card." He felt that these people didn't look like they were here for entertainment.
But he didn't have the chance to finish this sentence.
The guy who walked in front used a method he could hardly understand to hold his arm, forcefully twisted his body to the side, and kicked his leg in the opposite direction.
His whole body seemed to have … taken the initiative to kneel on the ground with one leg. His body and head were infinitely pressed down. The severe pain even made him feel that his arm was about to fall off!
Just as he was about to say something sternly, something cold appeared at the back of his head. He knew what it was.
He slowly raised his other hand and retracted his other leg that was stepping on the ground. He knelt on the ground with both knees and then slowly lay down on his stomach.
He did this job just to make himself look more "gang." Sometimes, people he knew could get a VIP channel from him. Of course, it was impossible to get the VIP treatment.
This also made him a "man of means" in the eyes of many friends. He never thought of sacrificing his young life for the gang or the bar owner.
The fight between gangs was not a fight between police and thieves. People would really die!
His body was trembling slightly, which was in sharp contrast to his strong appearance, but how many people could remain calm when a gun was pointed at their head?
If he wasn't crazy, then he was an idiot!
The others continued to rush inside. The privacy of the VIP passageway made it so that no one would notice anything that happened here.
After the group of people entered the bar, they had a clear goal. Before they acted, they already knew where the two people were.
They kicked the door open, covered each other, raised their guns and prepared to fire after entering the door. All of their actions were standard, just like what they had learned in the naval and land assault courses.
"Raise your hands!"
The soldiers in civilian clothes entered the room. Civilian Scientist A and Civilian Scientist B stood in front of the stripper. The air seemed to have frozen.
In the Federation, recruitment was prohibited in all settings. Buying pleasure with money was an illegal business in the Federation. Here, it meant that it was illegal to run such an activity as a business.
In fact, if a lady needs some financial help and someone is willing to help her, it is not permissible to transact business for business purposes.
For example, in the stripper bar, any services that exceeded the boundaries were not allowed, but there were still permitted activities.
For example … from a judicial point of view, only the exchange of special organs would be judged as a necessary process for the exchange of bodily fluids. If these organs were not used, it was not considered recruitment.
Hands and mouths did not count. The judge would not judge it as recruitment just because someone touched someone else's body. Sometimes, the Federation's judicial system was very flexible.
Now, the two people were doing this. At first, they were stunned. Perhaps they had never experienced such an awkward situation in their lives.
Then, their scalps tightened. Their anger became powerless in front of the black muzzles.
"Put on your clothes, everyone!"
The leading officer of the assault team glanced at the girl kneeling on the ground. Perhaps this girl was the target of contact.
With guns pointed at them, the three people did not dare to resist. Soon, they were taken out of the bar. At this time, the bar realized what had happened — a girl had been taken away.
They tried to catch up with the group of people, but when they saw the special license plate, the bartender asked them to retreat.
It was a military license plate.
In the Federation, you could offend many people, but there were some people you could not offend because they were unreasonable.
And not only were they unreasonable, but after they were unreasonable, there was no one to reason with. This was the military.
The few cars quickly disappeared into the night. After the bar owner knew about this, he was silent for a moment and did not continue to pursue the matter. He even said a few words of encouragement to the security guard who showed that he recognized the identity of these people and took the initiative to surrender.
If this idiot took out his gun, his bar would be shot into a sieve.
As for the guest who was taken away?
That was even less of a problem. As a legitimate businessman, he also hated all kinds of criminal organizations …
Two hours later, the three people were sent to the security area. At this place, there was really no one who could save them.
Of course, they also had to face a question that even they themselves were not clear about.
Folk Scientist A and Folk Scientist B — who contacted you, where did you intend to send the information, what conditions did the other party promise you …
The military did not use torture. They seemed to be very clear that this was purely Lynch looking for trouble with them. They would be released after a year or so.
They could not say that they were abused every day. Other than the lack of freedom, they had to face the same problem every day. In fact, life here was quite comfortable. There was no competition, no pressure, and food and accommodation were provided!
Not long after Lin Qi returned home, someone came to "visit" him.
The person visiting was the manager of the community service company. It seemed that he was commissioned by someone.
"Mr. Lynch …" The manager was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a decent appearance, and when he smiled, he looked a little humble.
Of course, if he did not smile, he would look a little strict. He was a man who was very suitable for the job of "manager."
He had some gifts in his hands, some small pastries. In the Federation, when visiting someone's home, no matter the purpose, they had to bring some gifts. This was etiquette.
Lynch asked the maid to take the gifts and invited him into the living room.
"It's very presumptuous of me to suddenly visit you …"
It was a straightforward and boring opening. Lynch motioned for him to continue.
"It's like this. Recently, something seems to have happened around you. Especially two days ago, we received an official letter from the Federation's Department of Defense requesting cooperation."
"There are also more people in the community who look like secret agents …"
Speaking of this matter, Lynch could not help but look at the two female secret agents not far away.
The staff of the Federation always wore their work ID on their faces. Who was a police officer, secret agent, and tax investigator could be identified from a distance with a glance.
The secret agents in the community only needed a glance to know what they did.
The two female secret agents did not seem to have much of a reaction to these words. They were probably used to people seeing through their identities at a glance. They were not even upset about it.
"Please continue."
Lin Qi retracted his gaze and nodded slightly. He then took out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you want one?"
"No, thank you!"
The manager politely refused.
He waited for Lynch to light the cigarette before continuing, "There are many secret agents of the Department of Defense in the community now, which makes some residents … a little troubled."
"They feel that their peaceful lives have been disrupted. These dangers are too close to them, so …" The manager smiled awkwardly and did not continue.
Lynch continued, "So they want you to tell me to move out of here?"
This was obvious. The manager quickly tried to smooth things over. "When you're done with the matter at hand, they're still very welcome to be your neighbor."
This was also a characteristic of the Federation, community exclusion.
This situation often occurred in communities above the middle class. If they thought that someone's identity did not match theirs, the entire community would ask these people to move out of the community.
This was definitely a very ridiculous thing. Where one lived was everyone's right and freedom, and no one else should interfere.
However, in fact, every lawsuit regarding community exclusion would eventually be won by the community.
The judge would support them, and even the entire society would have a distorted perception of "don't force yourself to live in that place if you don't belong there".
This was very strange, very abnormal, but very correct —
This kind of community exclusion reflected the most ruthless side of the Federation's capitalist society. The clear class nature even restricted the place where people lived. From the beginning, there was already a conclusion about what class people lived where and what they did.
Now the community believed that Lynch's living here posed a threat to their lives, and the judge would agree. It seemed that he … had to move out?
Lynch fell into deep thought. The manager was not in a hurry. Although the work he did today was a little offensive, it could not be helped.
After this matter was over, Lynch would not move back, and it was even more impossible for him to meet Lynch.
On the contrary, because of his "bravery" today, the community service company would presumably renew a contract that satisfied him.
Just when he thought that there was no turning back, Lynch suddenly said —
"I refuse!"