Chapter 1298: Returning to the Country and Weapons

Little Porter had never been so embarrassed.

He had fantasized about many big scenes, but absolutely not this bad appearance now.

The flash blinded him, and the flush that appeared on the faces of those reporters because they could photograph his appearance made him feel physiological annoyance.

He turned his head to look at the ground, got off the gangway quickly, and then entered the car on the side of the road.

Police cars led the way. Reporters on both sides of the road kept shouting something at the car Little Porter was riding in like a tide, making him feel a burst of indescribable weak suffocation.

"These bitches, they want to see me make a fool of myself!" he cursed through gritted teeth.

His uncle, sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at him, "Do you still feel you are very glorious now?"

"You have lost all the face of the Porter family!"

Little Porter felt a bit uneasy in his heart, "Uncle, my father and grandfather—how do they plan to solve this matter?"

His uncle looked back at the front again. He did not answer his question directly.

"With your grandfather winning the election to become president, standing out from the Liberal Party candidates, the Porter family obviously obtained better development opportunities than before."

"We have more partners, political, capital, all aspects."

"The family is growing, becoming amazing, but we also have some bad problems, for example—"

He paused here, shook open a little window crack, and lit a cigarette, "—some young people in the family think they have the qualifications to enjoy the convenience brought by the family's strength, and have been messing around."

"Some of your cousins, they also began to rot, just like those leaves floating on the water in the swamp that you think are intact."

"They are actually rotten long ago, leaving only a thin layer that makes you think it is a leaf, but you absolutely cannot pick it up with your hand. That is a touch like mud."

"They have already rotted, and so have you."

"Your grandfather and some elders in the family think we should rectify the family's style. If we let these young people become more arrogant and ignorant, it will only bring destruction to the Porter family."

"After all—" he curled his lips, raised his hand, and looked back at Little Porter again, "you young people are the future of the family, not us."

"So, we need to give everyone a warning, a lesson."

Little Porter realized that the current situation was very bad when he heard this. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "The lesson you mentioned—wouldn't it be me?"

He laughed dryly, still with some flattery. Little Porter's uncle hummed twice, "Do you think there is anyone else who can do stupider things than you?"

"Listen, you disappointed everyone. Now your value is only left as a negative example to warn the young generation in the family who are the same as you, don't think that there is a president in the family, and you can do whatever you want."

"This world is big, and this country is also big. President does not mean we can decide everything, can influence everything!"

Little Porter almost couldn't sit still and stood up abruptly, hitting his head on the roof of the car.

He stood up with great force, hitting his head buzzing. When he hit the roof, the driver stepped on the brake.

"You—plan to deal with me?" he asked.

Little Porter's uncle let the driver continue to drive. He looked out the window and answered lightly, "President is president, but he also has to abide by the laws of the Federation. We will abide by the verdict of the law. No matter what punishment they give you, as long as it is reasonable and well-founded, we will choose to obey."

Little Porter's face turned white, "I—am going to jail?"

"You should be able to get me out quickly, right?"

He sat forward, his hands tightly gripping the back of the front seat.

His uncle squinted at him, "I said, we respect the verdict of the law."

After hearing this, Little Porter curled up in his seat, smoking a stuffy cigarette with his head down. He should not have come back.

The only thing he can do now is to hope that all this is just a "warning," and after the matter is over, his family will get him out of there as soon as possible.

The news of Little Porter being repatriated to the Federation exploded the public opinion of the Federation for the first time. Coming back with them were Pipi, the little woman, and several victim families.

In front of all the reporters, they were handed over to the Prosecutor's Office and completed the experience before the procedural process in front of the reporters.

Actually, they did not experience this process, but the Socialist Party was worried that these people from the Liberal Party would find a reason to kill them during the interrogation process and then throw the responsibility to the Socialist Party, so they did such an experience.

In case they died in the judicial process, at least the Socialist Party would not easily bear some unnecessary responsibilities.

This series of actions by the Socialist Party also made people realize that now the Liberal Party, especially President Porter and these people, are more afraid of these key figures suddenly dying than the Socialist Party.

If any one of them dies, this matter will become unclear.

At the same time, the cooperation of the Liberal Party also made some media people and social activists realize that Little Porter had been abandoned by the president.

In some popular political talk shows in the evening, there was content about this matter. Many hosts believed that the most important thing now is to solve the turmoil in Ruli.

And the core of this problem lies in Little Porter.

This is not a simple turmoil, but a turmoil triggered by two huge interest groups with interest as the core, with Little Porter as the fuse.

Solving Little Porter's problem can make ordinary participants stop.

Then it is time to solve the deep-seated participants.

The ordinary people who oppose the Federation because of him are like firewood constantly thrown into the boiler. If you don't cut off the firewood, just blindly adding cold water to the boiler, you can't change any status quo!

Only by cutting off the new firewood from entering the boiler to burn can the boiler be cooled down.

People are guessing what Little Porter's fate will be.

Going to jail is definitely going to jail. Even in the Federation, murder is a very heavy crime. This also involves the issue of prior rape, which is a very vicious case.

Federal people are very concerned about this case and want to know its future development. At this time, a batch of goods from the Federation is being transported to the border line bordering Ruli through the port of Lapa.

Javier's territory is not too far from the meeting point, so Amado arranged for him to be responsible for this matter.

Lanse provided them with a batch of advanced weapons, which can help them strike the government armed forces in Ruli, including the private armed forces of the federal people themselves.

This is also a part of the advanced weapons Lanse promised to Amado in the negotiation between Amado and Lanse.

Although Amado only let Javier complete this work alone, other commanders also came. They sat in the smuggler's cabin playing cards.

The "Lanse Poker" from the Federation is simple and easy to understand, and it is often addictive. Not only in the Federation, but even throughout the world, it has become popular with the spread of federal culture.

It does not simply compare luck, but also some strategies and wisdom, almost hitting the preference points of all players.

"What do you think these federal people are thinking?" Red Scorpion's gaze locked on the faces of other players participating in the game at the table. She wanted to make an accurate guess about the cards they held through the expressions of these people.

Acting is also one of the cores of this game. Actions and expressions are often important bases for judgment.

Some people clearly have absolute winning cards in their hands, but they have to pretend to be hesitant, just because they are afraid that others will not enter the pot.

Some people have no cards in their hands, but try to use their understanding of the card game to bet heavily to scare away opponents.

They must show what they want, but it cannot be so obvious. They have to let others "discover" these themselves, so Lanse Poker is a very interesting game.

Javier cursed when he saw Red Scorpion's gaze moving over, then rubbed his cheeks with both hands, and then used his right hand to cover the part below his nose.

Red Scorpion is the only woman among them. She is a ruthless person and also very careful. She can observe the subtle changes of some people, which has something to do with her early experiences.

A woman who wants to survive in a place that can be called "chaotic times" needs not only courage but also more advantages.

Javier threw two banknotes onto the table. When the sound was blocked and spread out, it was a bit muffled, "If you treat them as two big gangs, you can understand their practices."

"Attacking each other is just for more territory and power. This is my understanding of federal politics."

"Being able to make their president lose face and encounter trouble is far more important than taking care of their citizens."

"Do you believe it?"

"If necessary, these federal people might even pretend to be us to lead this slaughter against federal people!"

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Others nodded one after another. This sentence might not have any very high-level expression and wording, but the content it wants to say has already been expressed.

Yes, this is a collision between two interest groups. Who cares about killing a few small fries?

Another commander threw his cards onto the card pile, "I don't really care what they plan to do and to what extent. The only thing I care about is what benefits we can get from it."

Red Scorpion shrugged, "Money, power, what else?"

She considered for a moment and threw her cards into the card pile.

Javier's eyeballs instantly widened, "Wang Defa?"

"Did you see my cards?"

He reached out and slammed his hand cards onto the table. A leopard face, if there is no accident, it should be the biggest, eating everything, and there is a prize.

Red Scorpion lit a cigarette, "You can't wait for everyone to feel that your cards are not good. I just feel that you are seducing us into the pot."

"And my cards are not big, no need to take risks."

Javier was a bit depressed. It was not easy to grab a big hand, but the result was that he didn't eat anything, just ate a little bit of corner material.

The playing method of Lanse Poker is very many and complex. Sometimes shooting first might scare some people away, and sometimes shooting later makes oneself passive.

He depressedly packed up the banknotes on the table. After packing up and shuffling the cards, he said while dealing, "I heard that those people guaranteed not to move us easily."

"Leave us a way to live."

Another younger commander could not help but laugh, with some sarcasm in the laughter, "Amado is too old, and these years he has somewhat paranoidly believed in that omnipotent God."

"If giving some food and pocket money to the poor can wash away the sins on one's body, then everyone in this world is a saint!"

Amado often gives alms to help the poor, so no one can imagine that the Commander-in-Chief of the First Mobile Brigade is the benevolent priest in their eyes.

The young commander's tone had a lot of disdain for Amado. He felt that this old guy was very hypocritical. Clearly his hands were full of blood, yet he had to pretend to be a good person.

Now he wants to wash himself white with the Federation and live a peaceful life. He possessed everything today through bloody and brutal slaughter, but turned around and wanted to discard these things.

He did not continue, but people could hear some of his dissatisfaction with Amado from his words.

Some of Amado's practices do not fit the temper of young people. Young people always have a kind of blood courage. After the hot blood goes to their heads, even if it is the sky, they dare to poke a hole in it.

He regarded Amado's choice as a kind of weakness. He is no longer that "Ruli Lion" before; he is just an old thing who is old and afraid of death.

Red Scorpion had a different view, "No matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than the federal army?"

She said while throwing the basic base bet onto the table.

The younger commander still stuck his neck, "I hide in the primitive jungle. Even if they are powerful, can they find me in the primitive jungle and then kill me?"

"As long as they can't find me, I will often come out to attack them, attack and leave, absolutely not staying."

"At that time, I want to see who is more uncomfortable!"

Red Scorpion did not continue to argue with him. When a person decides to argue with you to the end, no matter what you say, he has a way to continue arguing with you.

Red Scorpion's "concession" made the young commander curse two more times in his mouth. He felt that he was looked down upon, but seeing that everyone was equal and everyone had a large group of people selling their lives under their hands, he did not think about really confronting Red Scorpion head-on.

Whether Amado's choice is right or wrong is actually not that important. What is important is that he has already made a choice, and these commanders did not strongly oppose or break away.

This, to some extent, also represents their silent support for this kind of choice.

"I hope—all this can get the return we want," Javier finally summarized, and then they began to chat about other topics.

The entertainment industry in the Federation is booming. Some excellent girls from the Xiang Yalan region began to stand out in the modeling industry and the solicitation industry. The First Mobile Brigade is also transporting those young and beautiful girls to the Federation.

Some of them are commodities, some are prostitutes, and they can earn a lot of money for them.

Everything developed in the Federation indeed attracts their eyes and attention. For some commanders who have reached middle age, if Amado's promises can be fulfilled by the federal people, it is actually a good choice.

While chatting, the door of the wooden house was knocked, and someone stood at the door and said loudly, "The person who delivered the goods is here."

People around the table put down the poker in their hands, tidied up the pocket money on the table, and turned to walk outside.

A transport team, a large number of pack horses carrying boxes, wound like a snake wandering in the jungle, slowly moving toward this side.

There are some mountains on this border line. These mountains actually do not have high altitude. The low places might only be one or two hundred meters, and the high places are three or four hundred meters, but they are connected in a piece, just like a "fold" on this continent of Xiang Yalan.

The guy walking at the front of the horse team is a person from the Lanse family. He took off his hat after seeing these people and smiled at them, "I hope I am not late."

Javier smiled and nodded, "Within the time we agreed."

"Did you encounter any trouble on the way?"

There are many patrolling soldiers on this border line, as well as some small groups engaged in black-eating-black. This is the trouble often encountered in land smuggling.

The leader of the horse team shook his head, "It was very smooth all the way. It has been very quiet here."

"Then—check our things."

"I hope you can like it."

The horse team gradually gathered together. He randomly asked people to move two boxes down from the back of a horse, then placed them on the ground and pried them open with a crowbar.

Inside were standard automatic rifles wrapped in oil paper, produced in large quantities during the war and used for export to the Slade region.

Now the war is over, the inventory of these weapons is very large, and the price has never been able to go up.

But for resistance organizations and armed groups in small places like Ruli, these weapons are absolutely very advanced.

The special smell emitted by the gun oil made several commanders unable to help but get close. Each of them took out an automatic rifle from the box and tried to use it.

It must be said that after large-scale batch production, these weapons have not found many problems and faults. They are all mature final products that have been actually demonstrated and modified many times.

Red Scorpion asked people to load a magazine of bullets and pulled the trigger on the firewood pile beside the smuggler's cabin. The sudden gunshots startled the birds resting in this jungle, and they flew to the sky above the forest collectively, chirping and circling.

Red Scorpion's expression carried a flush. The recoil of the rifle gave her a strong sense of security. The firewood pile that was shot with wood chips flying was also devastated. She comfortably confirmed that there were no bullets in the chamber and put it back into the weapon box.

Others also tried the weapons and were very satisfied with the condition of the weapons.

The leader of the horse team looked at them with a smile, "The first batch of 5,000 automatic rifles, we will send the bullets to the place you specified through sea transport."

"Then, is it time to pay?" ===== CHAPTER 1299 =====