Chapter 685: The Young People

A strange country, a strange society, and a group of unwilling souls.

This is why the bottom of the society of this immigrant country, the Federation, is like a hotbed for gangs, constantly giving birth to new gangs.

Society does not give these young people at the bottom a way to live; when they haven't seen the beautiful side of the world, they press their heads under the water.

If you don't struggle, you can only die; everyone will fight with all their might to struggle!

Some of the young people in the room might really have the guts; they were people who bullied others before they came.

Some might not really have the guts, but for a better life, they are willing to fight.

Every minute and every second, there are countless people willing to fight for a better future.

It's just that some people might only fight for a dollar or two; people who can fight for a better future are few and far between.

Karl sat in the chair and looked at them; he now vaguely felt the pleasure of being able to decide other people's life and death!

No matter who that is, what role, when he makes a decision, those people will pay the price of their lives!

He felt a bit light, just like smoking a few puffs of cigars in a row, a bit dizzy.

Power is indeed the most mellow smoke, the strongest wine, bringing people the ultimate enjoyment!

The young guys in the room looked at him and started to express their stance one by one; even if some were behind, everyone eventually expressed their willingness to work for Karl and Karl's boss.

"Very good, I didn't misjudge you." Karl's mind was full of Lans's appearance, including some small actions that even Lans himself didn't notice.

"This time my target is Hope; does anyone know him?"

There were seven or eight young people in the room about his age, among whom one or two looked particularly fierce, natural villains.

The way they looked at people was not like looking at people, but like looking at some dead objects.

At first, Karl didn't dare to look at them, but gradually, he had more confidence, because he knew he had more money than these people, he had guns, and he had a backer.

Killing him might be simple, but it also means that the person who kills him needs to pay the price.

He clearly realized this point; before being forced to a dead end, no one would think about dying with him; he is safe.

He has to play the role of a dog well; only then does he have the value of existence.

He looked at those fierce young people with calm eyes, facing their gazes, those arrogant, fierce gazes, gradually softening.

Their fierceness cannot fill their stomachs, their fierceness cannot let them wear warm clothes, and their fierceness cannot change the situation of their families!

The most eager thing for people is to grow up, and the most pathetic thing is also to grow up.

Because growing up, you will recognize your mediocrity and helplessness in one bloody nose after another.

When I was a child, I always felt that there was nothing in this world that I couldn't solve, but when I grew up, I found that I couldn't solve any problems.

Someone nodded, "I know, many people call him 'The Light of Slard'."

"He is always seeking benefits for Slard people; I don't know the specifics, but people all say so."

Someone next to him also nodded, "I've heard of it too, but people outside who can't afford to eat still can't afford to eat, but I heard he has moved into a big house and has been picked up by a luxury car."

Others also said some rumors about Hope; some rumors were positive, some rumors were negative.

Hope's actions these few times were indeed quite good; the slogans were big, and the ideals and ambitions were big.

He gave many people an illusion that the future would get better and better, which is also the motivation that supports some people to persist, so people are willing to support him.

Karl nodded; one of his hands was on the armrest, and he was slowly rubbing the edge of the armrest with his middle finger and ring finger, "Your target is him; the boss doesn't want to see him alive."

"Kill him!"

The atmosphere in the room felt a bit frozen; although these young people looked very fierce, and some had even hurt others, they really hadn't killed anyone.

This kind of experience is not something anyone can have, and their target is also a person who is relatively famous among them.

Karl's words were very simple, but they fell on the ground very heavily.

He looked at these people, his gaze turning on their faces, "All you need to consider is how to kill him; as for the things after killing him, the boss will solve them for you."

"The police will appear at the scene at the first time; don't resist, follow the police's requirements to put down the weapons, raise your hands high, and let the police arrest you..."

When he said these words, he was also observing the changes in the expressions of these peers; some indeed had expression changes, but not big.

"The police are also our people; although you will be arrested, and even sentenced, don't worry, you will come out soon."

"This is New Jincheng, Mr. Lans's New Jincheng!" He increased his tone a bit, and also increased the confidence of these young people.

"This is actually a kind of protection for you, and if any of you really do it, I promise that after you come out, I will take you to see the boss."

This last sentence moved these young people.

Everyone is actually spreading it privately, spreading why Karl was able to replace Boni?

The most common view is that when Boni was kicked out, Karl happened to be by his side.

For a big shot like Mr. Lans, Boni, Karl, or whoever else, essentially they are all the same—"If I were there at the time, I could do it too!"

So for these young people, this is an opportunity!

The atmosphere in the room was a bit solemn; Karl's expression was very serious, "This is an opportunity the boss gave us; you should have been here for a while, and you have also heard the rumors about the Lans family."

"Grab the opportunity, and we are one of them."

"I think I don't need to explain to you at all how important this is to us."

"In a lifetime, this opportunity might only appear once!"

"You, me, everyone will get unimaginable benefits from it; perhaps we will have a bar, and we can earn more money every day."

"Each of us can become a superior person, live in a villa in the Bay Area, drive a good car worth thousands or tens of thousands, and never be troubled by the things that trouble us now!"

He clenched his fists, "Don't miss this opportunity!"

Very simple words; opportunity and grabbing the opportunity are a light that has never appeared in the lives of the vast majority of people.

Someone started to seriously consider this matter, "Hope must have bodyguards; I heard he has contact with some big shots in this city."

Hope's success was seen by some people; some talented people wanted to become the second Hope, but they knew they couldn't follow Hope's old path.

This track has been run to the end by Hope; even if you run forward along the path he paved, it is impossible to surpass him; he represents the limit of this track.

If you say you want to mix a meal through this track, have enough to eat, perhaps it's no problem.

But wanting to stand out and become a superior person, it certainly won't work.

Don't underestimate these refugees; he must be able to successfully flee to the Federation, especially the first batch of refugees, absolutely not stupid people.

Hope's success let them see their own value, and also the value of the refugees around them; since Hope can, why can't they?

Hope advocated "refugees must stand up", so can they advocate "refugees should rely on the Federation"?

Changing a track might not necessarily go further than Hope, but at least this track still has a little opportunity, not that there is no opportunity at all.

When these people spread this thought, naturally they also have to criticize Hope's views to get more attention.

Political speculators are always like this; when ordinary individuals are still considering the collective and collective honor, political speculators have already started to consider how to package this collective and sell it for a good price.

Not just these refugees, the Federation, the Empire, the whole world, are all like this.

Although for most people this is a disaster, for a small group of people, this is full of opportunities.

Hope himself also knows his truest thoughts and purposes very well; he does have some bodyguards around him to protect his safety.

Another young man with a shaved head and several scars on his head followed up, "If Hope has professional bodyguards around him, it's hard for us to get close to him."

Karl seemed to have known that these problems existed, "What if you are given weapons?"

"Guns!" One word made Karl's status in their hearts even higher.

The young people in the room looked at each other and nodded one after another, "If there are guns, there is no problem."

"We don't need to get close to him; just get a little closer."

They actually haven't used pistols; they just subconsciously felt that this matter was not difficult, but Lans and Karl had explained to him, telling him to try to fire a few shots before the action to familiarize himself.

Karl nodded, "Mr. Lans has already considered these; later he will arrange for people to send the things over."

"You guys consider how to do this first."

About twenty minutes later, Lans's people sent a travel bag. When Karl took the travel bag back to the room and opened it on the table, everyone gasped, and then exhaled a long breath.

A travel bag of weapons, in addition to conventional pistols, there were also two sawed-off shotguns.

This kind of shotgun doesn't need high shooting skills; as long as the target and the muzzle are roughly on a line, pull the trigger, and if it's not too far, it will definitely hit.

These young people each held weapons in their hands, inexplicably growing a force from the bottom of their hearts, as if there was nothing in this world that could trouble them anymore!

A burst of gunfire sounded in the basement, and later, they dispersed.

!

Their plan was very simple: find a way to get close to Hope, and then shoot; simple and rude, sometimes it might not be without merit.

At this time, Hope was still in his house; except for those who had gone out to work, there were still some people around him.

"Recently, some... people with views completely different from yours have appeared here, and they have also attracted a group of people."

The person speaking was an elder who followed Hope early on, but this guy following Hope was not inspired by his personality charm, purely because following him could fill his stomach.

Many people imagine the term "interest group" as very grand, but in reality, it is around us, and we are even a member of some interest group.

When you sincerely want to maintain a collective for some of your benefits, you are a member of an interest group.

Hope has formed an interest group, with him as the core; if he can go further in the future, this interest group will continue to expand.

His upper limit is the upper limit of this interest group.

So there are still some people here who will keep an eye on external forces to find people who are a threat to them.

After hearing these news, Hope only felt speechless, but didn't have any other special emotions; after all, to him, he and these people didn't have much difference.

After listening to some of these people's views, he could only shake his head; these people have some advocating "integrating into the Federation", some advocating "being accepted by the Federation through hard work", overall they are all against the will of the refugees.

He didn't think these people could pose a threat, so he didn't care that much.

With the new round of conflict about to break out, Hope's emotions now are actually not as stable as he appeared.

He knew one point very clearly: no matter whether this matter succeeds or not, he will be in danger.

If it succeeds, the people in the mayor's faction will certainly find a way to kill him.

If it fails, he loses the attention of the Bay Area, and it will be easier for the people in the mayor's faction to kill him.

But he must bear these possibilities and consequences; this is the price paid for "growth".

Listening and listening, he became impatient; he raised his hand, and the people around stopped and looked at him.

"Okay, I know, I want to rest."

Hope had such a request, others naturally couldn't say anything, and they all got up and left.

Hope returned to his bedroom; he came to the window and lit a cigarette.

He couldn't calm down now, a bit irritable, unable to concentrate.

Snowflakes were flying outside the window; inexplicably, he wanted to reach out and touch the snowflakes.

He pushed open the window, the cold air outside blew in, the wind by the sea cut his hands and face like a knife; he reached out to catch some snowflakes, watching them melt into snow water in his palm, inexplicably a bit sentimental.

The air outside the window was too cold; he soon closed the window again, looked at the snowy scene with snowflakes flying all over the sky, and shook his head.

I don't know how many people will freeze to death this winter.

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed dumbly; why did he think of considering these?

Shouldn't he consider how to successfully step into politics after the matter succeeds?

The longing for a better future dispelled some of the sentimentality that didn't know where it came from; he glanced at the hurried pedestrians on the roadside outside the house, then extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and returned to the bed.

Originally he still wanted to go out for a turn, but it snowed, traffic was inconvenient; he didn't like snow, nor did he like going out on snowy days, it would wet his shoes.

He didn't know that he had only stood at the window for such a short while, and two young people across the road found him.

The two looked at each other, and one of them left soon after.

He actually didn't leave very far, at most a five or six-minute walk, and then entered a house on the roadside that had been pried open.

The entire New Jincheng area is in this situation; houses on the roadside are pried open at will, and then refugees move in.

It's like some houses are crowded with people!

Mayor Williams actually also knew about these situations here, but he didn't have any good solution.

The reason these people pried open the door locks to come in was not to get any money or such things; they just wanted to live.

Although these buildings didn't start heating, the temperature inside was still very low.

But even so, living in here has a much greater probability of survival than living outside.

"Hope is still in that house."

"We saw many people go in; it's hard to get to him without alarming others."

The expressions on the young people's faces were all a bit ugly; they have weapons now, but having weapons and not being able to get close to Hope also has no hope.

In the basement, they had already realized this point; at a distance of ten meters, missing the target with three shots is the norm.

Even after a short period of familiarity, there is a process from aiming to hitting, which is different from the shooting as soon as they pull the gun in their imagination.

This is still a distance of ten meters; what about twenty meters?

What about thirty meters?

Now Hope is in the house; even if he stands by the window, no one dares to say they can kill him.

The shaved-head kid scratched his head; although he shaved a bald head, there were only short hair stubbles, but dandruff was still flying around, "We have to find a way to get into the house, otherwise we can't get close to him."

Let them fight and brawl, they are fine, even worse, chopping, stabbing, they are all fine, but they really have no way to deal with this "assassination" that is clearly out of bounds.

Several people didn't know what to do at all; some said to pretend to be food delivery, or pretend to be coffee delivery, all were rejected; they have people specifically doing this.

Seeing that there was almost no good way, someone suddenly suggested, "Why don't we wait for him to come out."

The shaved head was said to have stabbed people when he was in Slard before, and also had a ruthless spirit; among this group of people, he could be considered someone who could make a decision.

His eyes rolled and he asked, "Wait for him to come out and then what?"

"How do we do it?"

"Being so far away, it's hard for us to kill him at the first time; once he escapes back or gets into the car, we have no way at all!"

The person who made this suggestion smiled and said, "Who said we must be far away?"

"We can completely wait for him to come out at the door of that house!"

The shaved head's first reaction was that it was impossible, "His bodyguards won't allow us to get too close; this is not realistic."

That person explained, "We can pretend to be beggars..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 686 =====