Lynch's good mood comes and goes quickly.

Just as people were gathering around Asr and his party to do the most basic checks and get their watches, suddenly there was some commotion at the outskirts of the crowd.

These riots were rapidly spreading from the periphery to the middle, and the faces of many people who were queuing or watching the excitement changed a lot, and soon Asr was left with him and some staff members alone.

A group of locals, menacing with sticks and the like, rushed over, overturned chairs, tables, and beat others with sticks.

"Boss, I'm going to get these people ......," the sergeant sitting in the corner stood up with the gun in his hand, his face was not very good, his job was to maintain stability, but it was clear that he couldn't do that.

Lynch paid them far more each month than they did when they were in the Army, and even their families each got a job from Lynch's business, if they wanted to.

At first, they may not have adapted to the change, from serving their country to serving someone, after all, it wasn't so long ago that they would get up every morning at dawn and run around the Union flag and sing the national anthem.

But now, it is not "sir" that gives them orders, but "sir", even though the two words are sometimes the same word, or even the same pronunciation.

These people outside made his face unbearable, he also told Lynch before that the social environment here is very stable, and they are all about to fart, but he embarrassed himself the next day!

These people are really looking for opportunities!

He was furious in his heart, and the other soldiers who had joined Lynch first also had a little more embarrassment on their faces, and just as they were about to go out, Lynch raised his hand and stopped their movements.

"No, don't show your face, don't alarm them when they don't do it, I'm sure the bullets in the barrel of your hands will settle disputes faster than they can with the weapons they are backward with, right?"

The sergeant nodded, but instead of going straight back to their positions, they asked everyone to find some suitable places to shoot.

This does not mean that they are going to take the lives of locals at any time and place, and the way to stop the conflict is not only to kill one party, but also to make one party lose the ability to harm others.

Lynch just watched, calmly.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that such a thing would break out, domestic forces, foreign forces, domestic and foreign ideological antagonisms, social formations, religion, belief, freedom......

There are too many things that are contrary to the local traditional culture, and some things may not be intense, such as some simple problems such as living habits.

But there are also some potentially potentially conflicting issues, such as religion, belief, etc.

These problems must be unstoppable and uncontrollable, and there have always been only things at the top that can be covered with a lid, and there has never been a thing at the bottom that can be covered with a lid.

The reason is simple, the base is placed here.

The problem at the top is only the problem of a few people, and even if the group expands a little more, it is only the problem of a small number of people, five percent.

As long as these people don't open their mouths, the remaining 95 percent will become blind and deaf, and these middle and lower classes, 95 percent of the people in this society, their channels for obtaining information from the upper classes are precisely what the upper classes tell them personally.

This also puts an end to the possibility of the lower strata spontaneously discovering the truth and secrets, and they have no channels at all.

As for why the problems of the lower levels cannot be covered up, because once these problems erupt, they will be 85 percent, 95 percent problems, and as for the last 5 percent, the decision of the last 5 percent will not even be very important.

So Lynch knew from the beginning that the development of Nagalil could not be smooth, and that this would not be the last conflict, it would only be the first.

Now what he wants to see is who is behind these people, or what their purpose is.

The crowd that had caused the riot had rushed into the heart of the recruitment, and those were young people, probably in their mid-twenties, with some children even younger.

They gradually stopped in front of Asr, and they seemed to be arguing about something, and soon Lynch knew.

The sound outside the glass wall was getting louder and louder, and some locals who were still watching the excitement actually joined the team.

They raised their fists and waved them rhythmically, shouting the slogan "Foreigners get out".

Watching these people act so neatly, watching them shout slogans that may have been formulated a few days ago, or even longer, to say that there is no one behind these people to support or direct, Lynch absolutely does not believe it.

At the same time, it will also be a big trouble, the malice of a "master" to a "villain"!

Less than a minute later, a group of policemen came running from a distance with a sharp whistle, and if they had been left in the past, they would have scattered and fled at this time, but this time it was unexpected.

Especially the leaders of the group, not only did they not flee, but they stood in place, as if they were waiting for the police to arrest them.

The moment the police came into contact with them, they were whipped with batons covered in a very thin layer of rubber, and they did not lie on the ground and roll around to avoid the beating of the batons.

Instead, they stood there stiffly, letting the batons fall on their bodies and heads, even if their skin was broken and their heads were bleeding.

It may be that the unexpected toughness of these people made the police a little overwhelmed, and they actually took the initiative to stop attacking these people, and stood in place at a loss.

What happened suddenly was so sudden that they suddenly realized that they didn't really have much experience and ability to deal with such an unexpected situation.

These people just don't dodge, they just stand there, it's enough to make them lose ground.

Lynch's expression was still flat, and he knew that the cops had done something stupid.

When a person who is on the side of good finds out that a bastard who is on the side of evil is doing something bad, he can pretend to pass by without knowing anything.

But once he chooses to intervene, there must be an intuitive result, or if he doesn't stop it completely enough, then what he did before is far more harmful to this society than if he doesn't do anything.

In the past, people may still have some kind of luck in their hearts, maybe it was just that the evil was not discovered when it was breeding, but now, people only have another feeling......

The young man at the head suddenly raised an arm, his head was broken several times, and blood obscured his original appearance.

Under the sun, among a group of wolf-like and vicious policemen, some emaciated and sad figures were still standing, and in a palpitating bright red, there was a pair of black and white eyes, he raised his arms high, did not speak, and did not even have any expression.

He just slowly, looking at everyone's faces, and the policeman standing next to him took a few uncomfortable steps back.

Most people didn't dare to look at him, but some withstood some kind of pressure they couldn't describe, and slowly raised their arms.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing, and Lynch's face finally changed a little.

"Is there a phone?", he turned to look at the café owner who was also watching not far away, it was a local, he came out of the counter, and he didn't know if it was the boss, or just a buddy, or a boss and a buddy.

The boss and guy nodded hurriedly, "Yes, sir......", he looked at Lynch, his lips that had just been closed seemed to be about to open again, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He would have told Lynch that there was an extra payment for phone calls, and that here in Nagalil everything related to "modernization" is not cheap, such as telephones.

But he didn't say it, because the weapons in the hands of those foreigners around Lynch made him dare not say it, and he didn't want to cause some misunderstanding because of a small sum of money, and he was willing to bear this additional loss, just for the sake of not having much to do.

Lynch called the police station, and soon several police cars rushed over, which was not very far from the police station.

When the police chief arrived at the scene, he straightened his clothes, then his belt, and when he saw the overwhelmed policemen, his face darkened.

He drew his baton, and this time it was not just the young men covered in blood, but also the policemen who became his target.

More cops, more chaotic scenes, but something seems to have become different.

At the same time, in a villa a few kilometers away - it's hard to describe it, to say that it's a villa, then obviously to underestimate it.

But to say that it is a manor or even an ancient castle is too exaggerated.

The worthless land of Nagalil allows the people here to build their houses very large, especially those who are rich, and they can add bricks and tiles to their houses without restraint until they are satisfied.

This is the case with this house, which occupies a large area, and the highest point is only three floors, and the whole complex is actually inhabited by only one and a half masters, and the rest are servants who serve them.

Simon was whispering something to a few people in the side hall, each of them with serious expressions, and the room was full of smoke, even if the window was opened, the thick smell of smoke could not linger.

Outside the door, a somewhat thin child was cautiously approaching with a tray, he was Simon's son with a local birth, but his status was not very high, which may have something to do with his mother not being a concubine.

Of course, it may also have something to do with the fact that he is a "mongrel", and Simon does not like this child born to fit in with the locals.

In short, his identity is very embarrassing, he is half the owner of this house.

The status is a little higher than that of ordinary people, but compared to Simon and those foreigners, he is half a head lower.

At this time, Simon was discussing things with his friends, and usually only him, Simon's own son, was eligible to enter at this time.

The men had been in there for a long time, and he had prepared new flower tea and pastries as usual to be sent in.

He knew Simon didn't like him, but he believed that if he worked hard, he would be able to change his father's mind.

The moment he pushed open the door, he had just shouted out half of the pronunciation of "father" when a teacup smashed on his forehead, making him dizzy.

There was also a command full of irritability in his ears, which did not at all look like a father saying to his own child.

"Get out!"

"Immediately!"