Chapter 1301: Returning Home and Weapons

Little Potter had never been in such a sorry state before.

He had imagined many grand scenes, but certainly not this wretched appearance.

The flashbulbs stung his eyes so he couldn't open them, and the flush on the reporters' faces from being able to capture his image made him feel a physiological disgust.

He turned his head to look at the ground, quickly descended the gangway, then entered the vehicle by the roadside.

Police cars cleared the way, reporters on both sides of the road surged like a tide, continuously shouting loudly at the vehicle Little Potter was riding in, making him feel wave after wave of indescribable faint suffocation.

"These bitches' sons, they want to see me embarrassed!", he snarled through gritted teeth.

His uncle sitting in the passenger seat turned his head to glance at him, "Do you still think you're glorious now?"

"You've utterly disgraced the Potter family!"

Little Potter felt some apprehension in his heart, "Uncle, my father and grandfather — what do they plan to do about this?"

His uncle turned his gaze back to the front, without directly answering his question.

"With your grandfather winning the election to become president, emerging from the Liberal Party candidates, the Potter family has obviously gained better development opportunities than before."

"We have more partners now — political, financial, and in all aspects."

"The family is growing, becoming formidable, but we've also encountered some serious problems, such as — "

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

"Some of your cousins have also begun to rot, like those leaves floating on the swamp surface that you think are intact."

"They're actually already rotten, leaving only a thin layer that makes you think it's a leaf, but you absolutely can't pick it up with your hand — it feels like rotten mud."

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

"Your grandfather and some elders in the family believe we should straighten out the family's conduct; if we let these young people become even more arrogant and ignorant, it will only bring destruction to the Potter family."

"After all — ", he curled his lip, raised his hand, turned back and glanced again at Little Potter, "It's you young people who are the family's future, not us."

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

Little Potter only realized the situation was very bad when he heard this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "You mean that lesson", won't it be directed at me?"

He forced a laugh, still with some ingratiation, Little Potter's uncle snorted twice, "Do you think there's anyone else who could do worse stupid things than you?"

"Listen, you've made everyone disappointed in you, now your value is only as a negative example to warn the family's young generation like you, don't fucking think that just because there's a president in the family, you can do whatever you want without restraint."

"This world is big, this country is big, the presidency doesn't mean we can decide every matter, control every matter!"

Little Potter could hardly sit still, he suddenly stood up, his head hit the roof of the car.

He exerted great force in standing up, the impact made his head buzz, and when he hit the roof, the driver even pressed a foot on the brake.

"You — what do you plan to do with me?", he asked.

Little Potter's uncle told the driver to continue driving, he looked out the window and gave a light, airy reply, "Although President Mr. is president, he must also abide by federal law, we will abide by the legal judgment, no matter what punishment they give you, as long as it's reasonable and evidence-based, we will choose to obey."

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

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

He leaned forward, gripping the back of the front seat tightly with both hands.

His uncle glanced at him sideways, "I said, we respect the legal judgment."

After hearing this, Little Potter curled up in his seat, head down, chain-smoking, wishing he hadn't come back.

The only thing he can do now is to serve as this "warning", wait until everything ends, then have his family pull him out as soon as possible.

The news of Little Potter being sent back to the Federation immediately exploded in Federation public opinion, along with those who were to return with him, there were Pepe, Xiao Fu Ren, and several victims' families.

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

Actually, there was no experience of this process, but the Social Party worried that the Liberal Party people would find an excuse to kill them during interrogation, then blame the Social Party, so they did this experience.

If they died in the judicial process, at least the Social Party side would not easily bear unnecessary responsibility.

This series of actions by the Social Party also made people realize one point: now on the Liberal Party side, especially President Potter and his people, they would fear these key figures suddenly dying more than the Social Party people would.

If even one of them died, this matter would become inexplicable.

At the same time, the Liberal Party's cooperation also made some media people, some social activists realize that Little Potter had already been abandoned by the president.

In some popular political talk shows in the evening, there was content about this matter, many hosts believed the most important thing now is to solve the domestic turmoil problem in Luli.

And the core of this problem lies in Little Potter.

This is not a simple turmoil, but a turmoil between two huge interest groups over interests as the core, triggered by Little Potter as the fuse.

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

Then it's time to address the deep-level participants.

The ordinary people who opposed the Federation because of Little Potter, like firewood continuously thrown into a boiler, continuously adding firewood, but only pouring cold water into the boiler, fundamentally changing nothing!

Only by cutting off the new firewood entering the boiler for combustion can the boiler cool down.

People are all guessing what Little Potter's fate will be.

Imprisonment is definitely required, even in the Federation, murder is a very serious charge, and this case also involves suspected prior rape, which is a very heinous nature.

While Federation people are very concerned about this case, wanting to know its future development, a batch of goods from the Federation is passing through Lapa's port, heading to the border section adjacent to Luli.

Javier's territory is not too far from the meeting point, so Amado arranged for him to take charge of this.

Lance provided them with a batch of advanced weapons, these weapons can help them strike against government armed forces in Luli territory, including the Federation people's own private armed forces.

This is also part of what Lance promised Amado in their negotiation, providing advanced weapons.

Although this time Amado only let Javier come alone to complete the work, other commanders also came a few, they sat in the smugglers' hut playing cards.

The Federation's "Lance Poker" is simple and easy to understand, and often gets people hooked, not just within the Federation, but even in the whole world, it has started to become popular with the spread of Federation culture.

It's not just about comparing luck, there's also some strategy and wisdom, almost hitting all players' sweet spots.

"What do you think these Federation people are thinking?", the Red Scorpion's gaze locked on the faces of the other players at the table, she wanted to guess their hands precisely through their expressions.

Performance is also one of the cores of this game, actions, expressions, often are important bases for judgment.

Some people clearly have absolutely winning hands in their hands, but they put on a hesitant look, just afraid others won't enter the pot.

Someone had nothing in their hand, yet tried to scare off opponents by betting big based on their own understanding of the game.

They had to show what they wanted, but not too obviously, letting others "discover" it themselves, so Lans poker is a very interesting game.

When Javier saw the Red Scorpion's gaze shift toward him, he cursed under his breath, then rubbed his cheeks with both hands, and afterward covered his nose and below with his right hand.

The Red Scorpion is the only woman among them, a ruthless person who is also very meticulous, able to notice subtle changes in people, which relates to her early experiences.

A woman wanting to survive in such a place that could be called a "chaotic world" needs not only courage, but also more advantages.

Javier threw two banknotes onto the table, his voice muffled when it came out after being blocked, "If you see them as two large gangs, you can understand their actions."

"Attacking each other is just for more territory and power—that's my understanding of federal politics."

"Making their president lose face, causing them trouble, is far more important than taking care of their citizens."

"Do you believe that?"

"If necessary, these federals might even pretend to be us to lead this slaughter of federals."

◆￠o

Everyone nodded in agreement; this sentence may not have the most eloquent phrasing, but its meaning has been conveyed.

Yes, this is just a clash between two interest groups—who cares if a few small fry die?

Another commander tossed his cards onto the pile, "I don't really care what they plan to do or how far they'll go; I only care about one thing—what we can gain from this."

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

She thought for a moment, then tossed her own cards into the pile.

Javier's eyes widened instantly, "Wang De?"

"You bastard, did you see my cards?"

He flung his hand cards onto the table—a leopard face, which, if not mistaken, should be the highest, a sweep, plus a bounty.

The Red Scorpion lit a cigarette, "You want everyone to think you're bad, and I think you're damn trying to lure us into the pool."

"And my hand isn't big either—no need to take risks."

Javier was somewhat angry; after finally getting a good hand, he didn't get to eat it all, just got some scraps.

Lans poker has many complex variations—sometimes firing first can scare people off, but sometimes firing later makes you passive.

He sullenly tidied the bills on the table; after finishing, he shuffled and dealt, saying, "I heard those people promised not to move against us easily."

"Leave us a way out."

A younger commander couldn't help but laugh, his laughter tinged with mockery, "Amado is too old, and over the years he's become somewhat paranoid in believing in that almighty God."

"If giving alms to the poor with food and small change could wash away one's sins, then everyone in this world would be a saint!"

Amado often gives alms to the poor, so no one could imagine that the commander of the First Mobile Unit is the merciful priest they see him as.

The young commander's tone toward Amado carries more disdain; he thinks this old man is hypocritical—his hands are full of blood, yet he pretends to be a good person.

Now he's thinking of making peace with the Federation through cleansing, having gained everything today through bloody slaughter, yet he wants to discard it all.

He didn't continue speaking, but people could hear his dissatisfaction with Amado from his words.

Amado's actions don't match the young people's temperaments; they always have a rush of courage, and after their blood boils, they'd dare to poke a hole in the sky.

He sees Amado's choice as weakness; he's no longer the "Lu Lixiong Lion" he once was—just an aging, death-fearing old thing.

The Red Scorpion, however, has a different view: "No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the Federation's army?"

As she spoke, she pushed the base ante onto the table.

The younger commander still stuck out his neck, "If I hide in the primordial jungle, no matter how strong they are, can they still find me in there and kill me?"

"As long as they can't find me, I'll keep coming out to attack them, strike and leave, never lingering."

"By then, I want to see who suffers more!"

The Red Scorpion didn't continue arguing with him; when someone decides to argue with you to the end, no matter what you say, they'll find a way to keep going.

The Red Scorpion's "retreat" made the young commander curse twice more, feeling looked down upon, but seeing that everyone is equal and has a large group of people risking their lives under them, he didn't really want to confront the Red Scorpion head-on.

Whether Amado's choice is right or wrong is no longer that important; what matters is that he made the choice, and these commanders haven't strongly opposed or defected.

To some extent, this also represents their silent support for his choice.

"Hope————this all brings us the rewards we want.", Javier finally summed it up, then they began chatting about other topics.

The Federation's entertainment industry is booming; some excellent girls from the Azul region are starting to stand out in modeling and escort work, and the First Mobile Unit is also sending those young, beautiful girls to the Federation.

Some of them are commodities, some are prostitutes, able to earn them quite a bit of money.

The Federation's developed everything indeed attracts their attention; for some middle-aged commanders, if Amado says those things and the Federals promise they can deliver, it's actually not a bad option.

While chatting, the wooden cabin door was knocked, and someone outside shouted loudly, "The delivery person has arrived."

Everyone at the table put down their poker, tidied up the loose change on the table, turned, and walked outside.

A transport team, many packhorses carrying boxes, wound like a snake wandering through the jungle, slowly moving toward this side.

Between Lapa and Luli there are some mountains; though their elevation isn't high—low areas maybe only one or two hundred meters, high areas three or four hundred meters—but they stretch continuously, like a "wrinkle" on this Azul continent.

The guy leading the horse team is from the Lans family; seeing these people, he took off his hat, smiled, and greeted them, "Hope I'm not late."

Javier smiled and nodded, "Within our agreed time."

"No trouble on the way?"

On this border line, there are not a few patrolling soldiers, and also some small groups engaged in black-market banditry—this is a common trouble in land smuggling.

The leader of the horse team shook his head, "All the way here has been very smooth; this place has always been very quiet."

"Then————let's check our stuff."

"Hope you like it."

The horse team gradually gathered together; he casually had someone unload two boxes from a horse's back, placed them on the ground, and pried them open with a crowbar.

Inside were oil-paper-wrapped standard automatic rifles, mass-produced during the war, intended for export to the Slavad region.

Now the war has ended, these weapons are abundant in number, and their prices have always failed to rise.

But for a resistance organization like Lu Li's in such a small place, these weapons were absolutely very advanced for the armed organization.

The special smell emitted by the gun oil made several commanders unable to resist gathering close; each of them took out a rifle from the box and then tried to use it.

It must be said that after large-scale mass production, these weapons had hardly any problems or flaws left; they were mature, final products after multiple practical verifications and revisions.

Red Scorpion fired a burst of bullets at the pile of firewood beside the smugglers' hut, pulling the trigger with a rat-tat-tat; the gunfire startled the birds resting in this part of the jungle, which flew up in a flurry, chirping and circling.

Red Scorpion's expression carried a flush; the rifle's recoil gave her a strong sense of security, the wood chips scattered from the shot firewood pile were also shredded beyond recognition, and after she pleasantly confirmed there were no bullets left in the chamber, she put it back into the weapons box.

Others also tried the weapons and were all very satisfied with their quality.

The leader of the horse team smiled and looked at them, "The first batch of five thousand automatic rifles, we will deliver the ammunition to your designated place by sea."

"Then, can we pay now?"