Malka rubbed the brand on the back of his left hand, as if he could still remember the pain when the hot iron mark was burned on it a few years ago.
He is a member of the Branding Hand Gang. As the name suggests, the main characteristic of this gang is that it will use a hot iron to brand a mark on the members' hands to highlight the identity of the gang members.
This gang, no matter how big it is, has influence in only two or three blocks; no matter how small it is, in their area of activity, more than 300,000 people rely on them.
However, their recent days have not been easy.
In other words, since the beginning of martial law, no one has had an easy time.
When martial law first began, the Branding Hands Gang initially thought this was similar to the strict law enforcement incidents that occasionally occurred in the past. But their expectations were quickly dashed.
The duration of military control was longer than they imagined; and the intensity of military control was also unbearable for them.
After the previous period of dormancy, the Branding Hand Gang couldn't bear it any longer.
They started shooting black guns and causing riots.
These methods made an Astra Militarum infantry division stationed on their territory very uncomfortable. In almost a month, the attacks and riots they caused resulted in the casualties of hundreds of Astra Militarum troops. Although the price they paid was far greater than this number, in their opinion, it was still worth it and it was still possible. Considered a victory.
Then, they were dazzled by this victory and tried to attack an infantry platoon on duty.
This operation is almost foolproof in their eyes.
Less than thirty Astra Militarum soldiers were patrolling a street. They have clearly observed that this team is the best target. After the battle begins, it will take at least fifteen minutes for troops from other places to support them.
As a result, roadside bombs exploded next to the patrol car, forcing the military vehicle to stop. Then from all sides of the street and from hidden houses, gunmen from the Branding Hands rushed out. Three to four hundred people completely surrounded this Astra Militarum team. Bullets were coming from all directions, and the scene suddenly became very bad.
Originally, they wanted to resolve the battle within ten minutes and give them a little more time to evacuate. But in fact, the battle was almost over by the sixth minute.
However, the result is completely opposite.
They caused the casualties of seven Astra Militarum soldiers, while the gang gunmen left over one hundred and seventy corpses. Such heavy casualties caused the gang gunmen to be defeated in just a few minutes, and they retreated uncontrollably.
Not even support was needed. After being ambushed, blown up by roadside bombs, and then also armed with light weapons, less than thirty Astra Militarum soldiers vs three to four hundred gunmen, Seven casualties and 170 killed.
Such a result of the battle left everyone in the Branding Hands gang completely stunned.
I amFighting with Superman
How could the difference be so big
Before they could recover, they were subjected to a severe raid, and their lair was wiped out.
At this point, they have completely given up the idea of confronting the military control troops. They just hide and seek, use black guns, and retreat immediately if they fail to hit. They are determined not to touch the gathering of more than five people. Astra Militarum team.
That's what they say, but being forced into this situation, there is actually very little they can do, and they are extremely oppressed.
Things got even more fucked up after a task force from the new government, said to be from the Alliance, arrived on the block.
A large amount of food was distributed, and the new government's policies were also announced. The abandoned factory has reopened, and this group of people has also organized a transportation team and a construction team. As long as they join and have a job, their entire family can be assigned a rank. Those with formal jobs can be assigned to the so-called E4 level, where they can have enough to eat and support their families; their families can also be assigned to the E2 level, which will provide at least a subsidy. Moreover, as long as you have a certain level, you can strive to participate in the work, and then you can move up.
Those who are unemployed can also declare what they want to do. A group of girls, women, and children who go out on the street and are willing to take orders and mend some clothes can be considered to have jobs and can be promoted. Level 1: If you can organize everyone to do this, that’s considered a job.
If that doesn’t work, becoming a soldier is also a way out. The Alliance's recruitment office has been recruiting soldiers, and the treatment they are given is better than those who joined the army before.
All in all, everyone is well fed.
At the beginning, due to the long-term distrust of the government, the public was particularly suspicious of policy announcements.
But after receiving real food and being able to choose weekly wages for working, all those doubts cannot be said to have been dispelled, at least they have become very light.
Although it is not good to eat and drink well, it is enough to keep the belly warm and keep out the cold.
Now, the Branding Hand Gang not only deceives people into doing dangerous things, but even many peripheral members of its own gang have chosen to leave the gang.
Even the traitors have extended to the core gang members who have been burned.
If we say that the previous military control only pinched their necks, making them feel painful and uncomfortable, unable to move. Now, it's like stabbing them directly in the heart.
This is really urgent, but I can’t fight hard, what should I do?
As a core member of the gang, Malka was sent out by the boss. .
After going through a lot of hardships and passing through many military-controlled areas, I went to meet a big shot. This is the person who has been supporting the development of their gang and profiting from their gang's activities. It can be said that he is the person behind them.
However, the mansion he had only visited once now only had a decaying scene and could smell some blood.
It is said that it was swept away by the Independent Commission Against Corruption of the new government.
Then Malka could only come back in despair.
On the way there, on the way back, Malka saw many things happening in the military area. He had visited most of these places in the past, but seeing them again now was completely different from what he remembered.
These changes reflected in his heart, causing his thoughts to quietly change.
Back in the gang, he was summoned by the boss for questioning.
"What did Mr. Ohlon say?" the boss asked impatiently.
"Mr. Ohlon is finished." Malka said.
He clearly explained to the boss what he saw and heard.
After listening, the boss had a look of fear and resentment on his face.
“He has a damn thing that brags about how awesome he is, how influential he is, and what a powerful person he is every day. In the end, when the Alliance comes, he still looks like a dead dog. They're all the same."
After cursing and venting his emotions, the boss turned to the other person and asked, "What happened to asking you to contact our good neighbors?"
The so-called good neighbors refer to several forces surrounding the neighborhood where they are located. There are rebels, there are gangs. The relationship between them has been good and bad in the past, but in the boss's opinion, now that life and death are at stake, everyone should unite and tide over the difficulties together.
So, he sent people to contact those good neighbors and join forces.
However, he once again got bad news.
"No one wants to partner with us. Ping Kangjun said that they are negotiating with the government. The Guifeng Gang can no longer be found. It seems that they have been wiped out. The Ping An Army has even accepted the alliance government. Under the conditions, I surrendered completely. I almost didn’t come back there.”
“Fuck”
The boss stood up and paced around anxiously.
He was talking a lot.
"We can't just let it go"
"I think about what else can be done"
"We can't let those piggies just give it to the government Let's get to work"
"Go kill and scare"
"What kind of transport team will explode as it passes by"
The boss kept spitting out some evil plans.
Marka sighed.
He said, "Boss, vote."
"What?" The boss's eyes suddenly turned around and stared at Malka.
He has always ruled his gang with brutality, and he never allowed a second voice besides his in the gang.
Normally, Malka would not dare to say anything under such a look.
However, he dared to say today, "Just vote, there is no chance of winning. Along the way, I have seen too many military control areas, not just ours, but all the places in Yancheng, are undergoing transformation. I feel that the new government is really determined to completely change the entire hive. To be honest, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Everyone can live a stable life.”
“Do you want to die?”
The boss took out his signature
It was a specially modified gun. The cracked muzzle could fire three large-caliber shotguns at the same time. Malka had seen the power of this thing with his own eyes and shot it with one shot. , a person's entire upper body would be broken.
But Malka didn't have much fear on his face.
Bang
The gunshot rang out.
Marka was fine, but there was a hole in the back of the boss's head.
There was someone behind him. Holding the gun, there was still smoke coming out of the muzzle.
The boss died suddenly, causing all the other brothers in the room to tremble. Some were confused, some were at a loss, and some were digging subconsciously. The gun was out.
Marka yelled, "Put down the gun."
"Kill the boss," someone shouted.
"He wants to." All of us are led to death." Malka glared, "Do you want to be buried with him?"
The man was speechless.
Who wants to die?
“You have all seen what the neighborhood looks like. Ask yourself, if there is a stable life, why would people follow us to fight against other gangs and rebels, either to die or to surrender. Those who are dead are not remembered, while those who are alive live a good life with the common people. ”
“It’s said that it’s cool to work in a gang. How many of us are really cool? Why did we join the gang in the first place? p>"He is the boss, he is very greedy, and he refuses to accept the government's conditions. What about us, why should we follow him to death?"
"If he is just greedy and can't think clearly, that's all. , you didn’t hear what he just said. The people in the neighborhood are not our own family members and friends.”
“Stop wishing for anything there. The era of gangs has passed. It’s impossible to continue like that.” Way out. "
"I plan to go to the government working group now to talk about the future of our Branding Hand Gang. It would be best to be like the Ping An Army, where everyone relies on the connections and favors they have gained in the neighborhood over the years to help others. Maybe they will also be officials in the future; if not, then just find a job. They all have hands and feet, so life will not be difficult. ”
“What if someone wants us to die?”
“Then we will die.” Malka said expressionlessly, "Can't you see clearly the situation now? If they want us dead, then we will die. It's just two days early and two days late."
The person who asked the question was silent.
"Do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll go. "
In the silence, someone said again, "I killed the boss because I want to be the boss myself. People haven't recognized you yet, so they started talking like the boss."
Marka replied, "The gang will be gone in less than two days. Whoever wants to be the boss should be the boss."
What happened in the Branding Hand Gang is just a microcosm.
In the eyes of Lieutenant General Hans, all the changes are clearer.
Recently, he has not called Gu Hang to complain.
What else is there to complain about?
The governor, who was so powerful, got a group of reliable administrative staff from nowhere and stationed them at the grassroots level in each block. After starting work, the intensity of the security warfare faced by his troops plummeted.
Those riots and attacks are not completely gone, but at least they have been reduced by most.
Especially in places where the situation is good, the troops stationed there feel like they are on vacation.
And he was finally free to move some troops from places with higher security levels to places with lower security levels.
Some abandoned neighborhoods still require stronger military operations. Exterminate cults or stubborn gangs, use force to separate people, and escort them all to temporary resettlement areas.
Although, the current name Yancheng is still not a good place. However, from an outsider's perspective, Hans could clearly see that everything here was rapidly developing for the better.
Is it possible that Koroga, which has been in chaos for thousands of years, can really undergo earth-shaking changes in the hands of that young governor?
Emotionally, he doesn’t dare. believe. Those past impressions were too deeply ingrained in his mind.
But rationally, he had to admit that everything would really change.
While he was feeling emotional, he suddenly received another call from Gu Hang.
"Lieutenant General Hans, I am very satisfied with the work of your troops in Mingyan City. You still have two months to deal with the situation in Mingyan City. After two months, you will We will be transferred to the next nest city."
Lieutenant General Hans immediately retracted his emotion.
Damn it, you really don’t treat people as human beings, do you?
I haven’t even taken a break yet, and I’m going to a new place again
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