"Smack!"

The salt-dipped whip was whipped on one of the troublemakers, who struggled in agony, twisting his body, but with no meaning.

The whips in the police station are much more powerful than the whips outside, and these whips are specially prepared to deal with some "disobedient" people.

These whips were made from dozens of cowneck strips.

Cowneck leather is very hard and tougher when nitrated, and these strips are about two to three millimeters wide, leaving right-angled edges, and then tightly woven together.

It is necessary to maintain a certain humidity at ordinary times, not too dry, it is easy to crack when dry, and not too wet, too wet will become soft.

It is worth it that there is a special person in the police station who is responsible for looking after the whips.

When a whip is drawn on a person's body, a "#" shaped mark will be formed where the whip falls, and it will swell up at first, and the entire wound area will swell.

Then those skin with obvious marks of scarring will crack open as it swells, oozing blood, but not in a high volume.

These whips are dipped in salt water before use, at which point the cracked skin begins to absorb the surrounding salt water, and the wound is further torn open and the salt water is poured into it, causing more severe pain.

What's more interesting is that the wound from this whip is not large, plus it is soft, it will not directly cause oppressive or mechanical damage to the organs, and the salt water can also help disinfect.

Even if you beat you all day with this whip, you can't kill anyone.

It only takes two or three days, with a little treatment, and the victim can recover almost enough and accept the punishment again.

Usually a small problem is almost the same as being whipped with ten lashes, but the guy in the interrogation room has been whipped for more than half an hour today.

The police chief, shirtless and with a disgusting stench of thick chest hair, picked up the whip and whipped it down hard.

"Smack!"

He didn't ask who sent him to Lynch's recruiting point to make trouble, and he didn't ask who the others were, or if they had any accomplices.

Judging from the decades of experience of the police chief and these mud dogs, the more questions you ask before they collapse, the more it will help them resist.

It works better than anything else, and that's the experience of the chief of police.

With each whip on his body, the young man who was hung up screamed miserably, like those fish waiting to be dissected on the seashore, fish out of the water.

No matter how hard they struggle when they are hung up, a few adults may not be able to control them, but as soon as the time is up, they will die automatically, just like this young man.

Another whip, "snap", the police chief's eyes were gloomy, the muscles on his face stiffened, he glanced at the hanging young man with resentment, turned around and soaked the whip in salt water.

Hitting someone is also a physical job, don't think that beating someone is simple, people who have this kind of thinking have basically never fought or beaten people.

In fact, it takes a lot of effort to beat someone, and a normal adult who can hold on for more than three minutes in a fierce confrontation can be said to be a very endurance person.

A lot of people can't even hold it for three minutes.

The chief of police was also a little tired at this time, he took a sip of water from his cup, gasped for a while, and then silently picked up the whip and pumped it hard.

The first whip after each soaking in salt water would be extremely heavy, and the water increased the force of the whip, and the young man screamed again, his cry was not as loud as it had been at the beginning, and it was very hoarse, and even had a hint of crying.

The chief of police knew that he was about to collapse.

......

A few minutes later, the police chief appeared outside the chief's office in full clothes, tugging at the hem of his police uniform, tugging hard to make sure his clothes were not wrinkled, and then tugging on the belt before knocking on the door.

After a "come in" came from inside, he cautiously pushed open the door, with a flattering smile on his face, first glanced at Lynch sitting on the side, nodded in greeting, and finally looked at the governor of Drager next to him.

"Confessed, ......Lord Governor," he paused, "Mr. Lynch." ”

At this time, he couldn't be reminded of the brutality in the interrogation room just now, but I have to say that he is still very capable.

"Some time ago, someone contacted some local young people and said it was ......," the police chief glanced at Lynch, whose movements were not large, but still obvious.

The governor of Drager saw this action, but did not speak, and the chief of police immediately understood what the governor meant, and he did not shy away from it, and then continued, "It is said that what Nagalil needs is not foreigners and plundering from foreigners, and if you want to be strong, you can only rely on the Nagalil themselves, and they have formed an organization called the 'Nagalil Al-Shaba', which only recruits young people. ”

There was no change in Drag's face, and neither did Lynch's face.

It is normal for social consciousness to provoke some kind of stress response when it is forcibly inserted by external forces, but the stress response of these people is slightly more intense and special in nature than in other ways that may be milder.

"I don't care about these things, I just want to know who instructed them. Drager just sat there and put a lot of pressure on the police chief.

The latter nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the young man said that no one instructed them, it was just their own initiative. ”

"The Nagalil al-Shabaab above them gave them some propaganda material with some slogans and doctrinal stuff on them, and they themselves decided to make trouble at Mr. Lynch's recruitment union......"

The chief of police also felt that this was something special, something that had never happened before in this country.

Its power was dismembered and placed in the hands of the governors and high priests of each province, not to mention any political parties, not even some socially influential social groups.

Suddenly, a Shabaab popped up, which was a bit of a surprise.

“...... They claim that all this is to make Nagalil fully awake, and that all the young people should stand together, otherwise this place will become a paradise for foreigners. ”

There were also some things that the Chief of Police did not say, because some of them were not suitable for being said here.

The young man, or some of the ideas of Al-Shabaab in Nagalil, cannot be said to be completely wrong.

The control of the Preton Comptoir over the entire social economy has actually pushed the society to the brink of losing control, and if the power is held by a small group of people in the society, and the others can still hold some of the wealth they need to live, then this life can go on.

But now it doesn't work, the money is in the hands of foreign businessmen and those in power in their own countries, who divide up the natural dividends of society and give nothing to ordinary people.

In fact, as long as you go deeper into some remote places, you can feel the despair of this society, the poor people waiting to die in the slums outside the city, and the poor homeless people in the streets and alleys.

All of this is already a sign that something must change, whether it is the ruling class of society or the structure of society as a whole.

The emergence of al-Shabaab is a kind of awakening, an awakening of angry young people who come from the bottom of society and have grown up in the new era.

There are only two kinds of people they accuse, one is a powerful person, such as the provincial governor, and the other is a rich person, such as Mr. Lynch.

So the chief of the police department will not say these words, and he can only be bored when he says them.

When the chief of police had finished what he had to say, he lowered his head and said no more.

The governor of Drager glanced at Lynch, as if asking for his opinion.

Lynch just frowned, "Since there is no one to instruct it, let's do it first, but I think it's better to keep this kind of sign down, it's just a bunch of careerists who may have some rat minds." ”

"Well, keep an eye on these people. Drager said as he stood up and left the police station with Lynch.

As he sat in the car, Governor Drager whispered as if to himself, as if asking Lynch, "Nothing like this has ever happened before......

He's referring to the fact that there are people forming groups, and that power and religion used to control people so well, that people believe in what those religions say, and that they don't come forward even if they are treated unfairly.

Now a Nagalil al-Shabaab has popped up, and Dragher has a sense of being caught off guard, as if everything is gradually getting out of control.

Lynch sat next to him, looking out the window at the people who were being driven to the side of the road by the police, looking at the complicated expressions on their faces, and shook his head slightly.

"Have you ever played with a sandcastle, Mr. Drag. ”

Mr. Drager is Lynch's new name for the Governor of Drag, who on the one hand is a "partner", and several Governors of Nagalil have already joined the United Development Company, and some are in the process of joining.

Secondly, he is a federal citizen and a personal partner of Lynch, so Lynch refers to him as "sir" in a more civilized way.

Governor Drager nodded, "If you mean the kind of sandcastle on the beach, yes, I've played with it, what's wrong?"

Building sandcastles on the beach is one of the favorite games of many people who live by the sea as children, and the wet sand has amazing plasticity, and many people like to do something with it, although many are nothing.

"I've played with it too, and for a while I was even obsessed with ......," he said, smiling, as if lamenting the simple pleasures of being a child, "I've always been not pretty, not as beautiful as some adults do." ”

"I thought when I grew up, I would be able to make a nice sandcastle like them, but when I grew up, I realized that I still couldn't do it. ”