Chapter 340

Blanche nodded silently and asked, "However, what does this have to do with the cruel confession of the torture staff on the search staff? As far as I know, a considerable number of the arrested personnel did not participate in the slave abuse incident. Most of the people who are capable of opening industries in the commercial area are imperial officials. Among the military families, ordinary civilians still occupy the majority. Slaves have no disgust towards them, and some of them even have kindness to slaves."

"This is not the key"

Lin Xiang sneered cruelly, revealing a beautiful white teeth: "Revenge is necessary. Don't look at the ability of the torture department. In less than three days, they have basically figured out the cases involved in all military personnel in the imperial capital. As you said, there are about two thousand real slave abusers. For hundreds of thousands of slaves in the entire Black Prison City, their number is too small. Don't look at the human revenge for hatred. When everything is suppressed and forced to hide deep in your heart, the spear

The shield will not stay on the surface at all, and it is impossible to even be noticed. Once stimulated, the fire of anger that has been accumulated for too long is enough to burn everyone. We need slaves and need to get their absolute support and support, and we must help them, or should we say that they can provide them with enough revenge. Blanche... imagine! When you are raped by Boris's nigger but cannot resist, do you just want to kill him alone? Or will you kill all his parents, brothers, sisters, relatives and friends together?"

The last sentence was like a strong electric current that instantly penetrated Blanche's whole body. She suddenly raised her head and stared at Lin Xiang with a shocked look. It was not aiming at him, but the scar that had healed deep in her heart was torn apart again and broke away.

She was finally able to understand Lin Xiang’s overall plan.

Vicious, sinister, but... very useful.

The slaves had a natural and instinctive resistance to the ruling class.

They are hostile to all beings with higher social status than their own. They yearn for freedom and envy those who can get enough food and enjoy all kinds of essential supplies in their lives. Whether they are familiar military families or strange officials of Longtengzhen, they are potential opponents in their eyes. Alfra ruled the empire with high pressure and cruel killing methods, and the long-standing contradictions need to be released. Even without a military group, it is still very difficult to annex the empire. Slaves will not obey orders, and they will resist in various different types of ways, secretly or in the open. It is not enough to simply change their identity to make them free. They need revenge and regain their dignity as human beings from their long-standing targets.

What Lin Xiang gave them was a knife, a reason to release his anger. He cleverly led the violent slaves to the Imperial Group. He let others bear the problems that should have been troubled by the senior management of Longteng. When everything returned to peace and clean up the mess, he would naturally receive the most sincere support from those who were full of gratitude.

Looking at Lin Xiang sitting opposite, Blanche sighed softly in her heart, stood up from the sand, owed her again, and smiled bitterly: "I have to admit that you are indeed more thorough in thinking than me. Although it is too cruel and bloody, this is indeed the best solution to the current dilemma and can enable the empire to complete the system transformation in the shortest time."

Blanche was completely convinced.

"Slaves need to vent their anger, and only two thousand military families are not enough."

Lin Xiang waved his hand in a signal and said, "I don't mean to blame you. Everyone is in different positions, and the perspective of the problem will naturally be different. As you said, as long as there is food and water, countless hungry refugees will appear in the wilderness every day. However, there are too many slaves in the Black Prison City, and they can completely offset the negative impact of large-scale cleaning. The role of the Tory Department is to dig out the evils of the military group as much as possible and expose all the darkness in the sun."

Griffiz observed Lin Xiang silently. For some reason, he felt that he was increasingly unable to see through this beautiful young boy. Unlike when he first met in Emma City in a few years, he has now grown into a lord with great power, and may even become an emperor.

The wasteland is a disorderly world, and anything can be born. But all this is quietly changing under his nose. From mercenaries to parasites, from loners in the wilderness to the current group dominance, he looks gentle like water, and is even more like a woman than a woman. He is brave and cunning in his bones, with both flexibility and perseverance. Sometimes, Griffizmo even feels that Lin Xiang does not belong to this era at all. He seems to have two completely different personalities in his body. One is tolerant and kind, and the other is cruel and tyrannical. But he can always show the part that matches his environment when needed.

Griffith has clearly judged Lin Xiang's intentions in the entire plan. The previous arrest of cafe staff in the commercial area was not redundant. The young lord needed members of the military family who were extremely guilty. Based on them, they used torture and death to force them to bite each other and drag more military family members into the water. In the words of the old days, this was purely accusation without any basis. Just a sentence of the criminal's ambiguous words, one or more innocent people were forcibly convicted.

Going to the second line, arresting, forcing confessions, arresting, and then forcing confessions... The cycle is repeated, and the final result is that the entire military group, even the slave group, and even the members who have interests in their slave group, or who have benefited from it, will be implicated. If the current interrogation continues, it will not take long for the entire Imperial Group to become criminals involved in various names. At that time, the only thing Lin Xiang needs to do... is to make all their names public.

Give slaves weapons, give them the most basic freedom, and add food that can barely be full. Satisfied with three key points, while announcing the crime, it will fuel the fire behind it, and the huge powder barrel will be detonated immediately.

There are tens of millions of people... It is true that as Lin Xiang said, Long Tengling does not need to consume any troops at all. Slaves who are blinded by anger and hatred will completely extinguish the entire military group like a tsunami without leaving any trace.

When the battle ends and everything goes to silence, the Dragon Teng Ling will appear again, playing the image of a new ruler of glorious justice.

All the property that originally belonged to the military group was given to slaves. In the old days, there was a very appropriate saying that could be used to summarize the killing of the rich and help the poor.

Ruthless and cruel, but very useful.

Indeed, not every military family is guilty. But they stand opposite Lin Xiang, which is the biggest mistake. There is no real justice or evil, glory or darkness in this world, and it will still be decided by the last survivors.

If you win, you are God.

If you lose, you are a ghost.

.....

The light of the sky still enveloped the Black Prison City as usual. The streets were empty and quiet. Except for the occasional patrol of five people passing by, there was no sign of any figure that could be called "animals".

In the old days, mice living underground usually appeared quietly in the streets while humans were sleeping soundly. Now, they could no longer act so boldly and recklessly, countless pairs of hungry eyes hid behind shacks and dilapidated door panels, peeping, waiting, peeling, and ripping, setting the tender white pieces of meat on a barbecue... Whenever they see a slight black shadow shaking in the corner, it means that they can quickly taste the rare food.

The sun rises as usual every day, and what happened yesterday and today are completely different. The slaves are not only concerned about mice. Although everyone prohibits the streets under strict military control orders, they can still curl up in the corners of the walls and roofs, and look curiously at strange soldiers who patrol every day with black regiment dragon logos on their chests with doubts and fears.

In the distance, the arrogance and shocking engine roar of the armed truck came. Immediately afterwards, the harsh sound of brakes. The harsh friction between the rubber tires instantly cut through the silence, causing the dull and hard city under the lead-gray sky to suddenly create a daunting suffocation.

Dozens of fully armed soldiers jumped out of the car and quickly surrounded a tall three-story building on the side of the truck. It was an officer who was about thirty years old, with smooth cheeks shaved, revealing a dense blue-gray stubble. The muscles close to the cheekbones made the whole face look harder and rough. The dark black combat suit with a dragon-shaped logo perfectly set off a strong and strong physique. He walked a few steps forward, looked coldly at the building about seven or eight meters away, raised his right arm, waved it heavily, and shouted loudly: "Smash it open for me."

A powerful grenade roared and hit the door of the house. The cement wall and the all-steel gate could not withstand the huge explosion energy. They instantly split into pieces and flew into countless thin pieces of slag. Before the smoke and dust completely dissipated, the soldiers waiting at both ends of the wall immediately flocked in. The originally calm inner courtyard suddenly sounded a mixed noise of screams and curses.

An old man with all beards ran out of the building with anger and came straight to the officers, roaring in anger: Who are you? Who told you to do this? My son is the lieutenant of the Second Corps of the Empire. I, I want to accuse you of what you have done today, you will pay ten times or a hundred times the price."

The officer ignored the old man who was harsh and stern. He spread his legs, stood steadily in front of the building with his hands behind his back. The soldiers following him rushed into the room quickly. This rude and rude barbaric behavior immediately attracted a wave of dissatisfaction and turned into a fierce quarrel. The roar of the man, the begging of the woman, the cry of the child, the sound of the smashed things, the sound of the heavy objects being pushed down... A few minutes later, several rough gunshots suddenly came from the room, and then all the noises were as if they were forcibly covered by an invisible giant hand, falling into a terrifying dead silence. After nearly twenty seconds, it suddenly exploded that the unique female xing, which was more sharp than that of humans, could withstand normal range, and heart-wrenching howl.

The old man's expression suddenly changed drastically. Before he could think too much, he quickly turned around and walked towards the open room with the door of the house. Before he could cross the steps, the sound of the window glass being smashed above his head. As well as the window frames with wood chips, fragmented glass fragments fell in the air, and "Dingling Dang Dang" fell to the ground. At the same time, two soldiers threw a heavy object out of the open window, drew a shallow curve in the air, and then fell straight, hitting a layer of dust on the ground.

It was a corpse.

To be precise, it should be a young man who was shot on the neck, aged 20. A 27.62 mm caliber bullet accurately penetrated his throat and exploded, leaving two deep blood holes as big as wine cups. The rolling bullet teared the muscles and ligaments, and almost broke the neck connecting the head and shoulders in half. The man's face was filled with anger that had not yet completely dissipated, his hands tightly formed a fist, his expression was angrily opened, and his body muscles were stiff. It was this threatening and hostile move that gave the soldiers sufficient reasons to shoot.

The old man looked at the lifeless corpse silently, his knees softened, and he knelt heavily on the ground. He bent down, hugged the dead's head tightly with his trembling hands, and gently stroked the eyes that had not been closed until death. This simple action seemed to exhaust his last remaining strength. His body shook and fell down without support, lying on the dead body with warmth, squeezed into thin gaps by countless wrinkles, and slowly flowed out turbid tears.

"The resister, kill him or her."

The officer looked coldly at the old man with a dead face, raised his feet, stepped over the body blocking the middle of the road, and walked on the steps leading to the inside of the building.

A few minutes later, all the residents in the room walked out slowly under the black and cold gun escorted. The ratio of men and women was roughly equal, with a total of more than twenty people. Among them, except for four elderly people over fifty years old, the rest were middle-aged and young people with ages ranging from sixteen to thirty. In addition, there was a girl about seven years old. The family member was a baby boy who was still lying in a cradle, holding a plastic pacifier in his mouth, staring at the surrounding world with wide eyes and curiously looking at the unweaned baby.

"You...what do you want to do?"

The old man lying next to the corpse barely supported himself and screamed in sorrow: "What crime have we committed? Why did we kill my son? Why?"

The officer's face had no expression, and was extremely cold. He seemed to be deaf of the sadness that was close to him, and his sharp eyes kept following the soldiers who rushed to and from the inside of the house and the front yard of the building.

"Search! Search carefully"

The cement cover covering the basement layer was dug up, and more than a dozen heavy wooden boxes wrapped in iron sheets were removed from the inside. The lid of the box was pried open, and rolled up the light gray color and soft texture of the slim skin immediately appeared in front of people.

The human skin is made of nitr and tanned to remove the fat and dirt attached to the surface and will become very smooth. It is stronger than the fur of ordinary animals, and is very elastic. It is suitable for stretching and tightening. After being tightened, it is used as a surface mask for fine porcelain or glass products. Especially for skin with tattoos, it will also show a beautiful hazy dim color under the light.

Willla Phelps, the old man sitting on the ground, is the largest human leather goods merchant in Black Prison City.

They purchased ruined crafts from the market for renovation, covered with special human skin, and instead sold them for tens of times the price, making high profits. According to the whistleblower confession, Phelps consumed hundreds of slaves every year. They specially selected young and healthy strong slaves, provided them with food with special potions for up to three months, and tattooed various patterns on the surface of their bodies in advance. After a series of care and cleaning, the slaves tied up in the body were sent to a high-temperature steam room for steaming and roasting. When the blood in the body was hot, the gap between subcutaneous fat and muscle expansion was the greatest, the surgery was performed.

Broken skin. In just less than three minutes, the clinker technician can take a complete human skin. Due to his quick movements, the slaves who have been peeled off have not died yet. At this time, the auxiliary personnel next to them will sprinkle salt and various seasonings on the surface of their naked muscles. Under the double steeping of blood and body fluids, the melted seasoning will seep into the meat pieces in a short time. After a series of drying, cleaning, smoke and roasting... Due to the complicated and special production procedures, the taste and fragrance, this bacon, which is called the "Pelps" family brand, is very popular in the imperial capital.

The entire skin retrieval process is very painful. The spicy seasoning directly covers the surface of the body that has lost its skin protection, and stimulates the central nervous system to retract and contract with a strong degree. Generally, it is not until two times that the slave will be hurt to death.

In addition to human skin, the ones lifted out of the basement were also lifted out of the basement after preliminary washing and drying, and salt frost condensed underneath the body, with dark red pepper crushed rice, which had shrunk to the point of only one-third of the size of the original cured meat.

“Aren’t you always asking why we came?”

The officer walked down the steps and looked coldly at the old man who was still holding the dead man's head tightly. He pointed to the human skin and cured meat in the open space, and said sarcastically: "Can you tell me this before answering your question? What are you?"

"They are slaves! They are all slaves!"
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