Chapter 784: Punishment 6661

Karl stood in the crowd looking at the three soldiers, his expression constantly changing.

His "lack of firmness" led one of the soldiers to push him aside casually, then drag the girl toward the room.

No one around made a sound or took action, and there were no officers here—

It wasn't that officers didn't need to solve the problem of pressure, but officers had an officers' building.

The girls here were all those left over after the officers had picked, and then they came to the ordinary soldiers' building.

Those first picked out by officers would live in the officers' building through long-term employment. Their lives were relatively better; they didn't need to receive many customers, only one customer at a time, and their income wasn't low.

They had an income of about one thousand dollars a month, and if they were lucky, it would be even more.

So when problems occurred in the soldiers' building, no officers would stand out.

These were all soldiers; no one wanted to cause trouble.

Karl looked back. The strong soldier picked up the girl and threw her onto the bed fiercely, while the two soldiers outside the door pushed him aside: "Fuck off, asshole!"

The two entered the room arrogantly. They didn't even close the door. The girl was terrified when she saw this scene. She cried out inside, but the soldiers outside were jeering.

The worried heads poking out from the surrounding doors were just like their expressions—truly worried about the girl's encounter in the room, because her encounter could be theirs!

In Karl's ears, the whole world was changing—the sound of blood flowing, the sound of heartbeats, and those noisy jeers. He panted heavily.

Those teasing and mocking gazes were like sharp arrows piercing him. Several of his people around him also surrounded him with faces full of anger.

He walked to the door and said again: "Leave that girl!"

The three soldiers seemed even more excited. One of them turned and looked at him: "Do you want to suck?"

Karl was about to explode with anger. He pointed at the floor with his finger and said: "This is Mr. Lansi's territory!"

"I'll say it one last time, get out of the room, don't force me!"

The three soldiers, and even all the actions and sounds of the noisy soldiers around, had a brief pause, but it was only a brief pause.

They knew Lansi White's status in this city and also knew that he had a good relationship with Admiral Miles.

If it were normal times, perhaps these three people would have given up.

But now so many people were watching. If they walked out without doing anything, they would probably soon become the laughingstock of the entire navy.

They didn't know what "riding a tiger and being hard to get off" meant, but they could understand their current situation—a dilemma.

Compared to the punishment that might occur, obviously losing face was more unacceptable to them.

Young people are such a group; they can be beaten, they can be punished in places where people can't see, but they cannot lose face in front of the crowd.

The three continued doing what they were doing. After Karl cursed "fuck," he rushed in. The three soldiers who were committing violence were actually also very annoyed. Karl rushing in made them feel that everyone outside was mocking them.

They immediately launched a counterattack.

Karl's subordinates couldn't just watch Karl get beaten. It was no exaggeration to say that their work could be done by finding a homeless person on the side of the road; they were not irreplaceable.

So the more it was this time, the more they had to show their loyalty!

Soon a group of people was fighting inside. The door was full of soldiers watching the fun. They had been jeering and cheering. Except for the girl huddled in the corner who was lost and at a loss, the three soldiers in the room gradually gained the upper hand.

After all, they had strict military training every week; their physique and willpower were much stronger than these ordinary, malnourished little refugees like Karl.

Actually, there were also soldiers who were refugees among the soldiers outside, but they just looked at all this coldly.

To them, the "compatriots" in this building were their shame.

No, they were no longer compatriots.

From the day they enlisted, they were already Federation people. They had even less reason to sympathize with these shameless women and people like Karl.

Accompanied by Karl and several others being beaten to the ground and unable to get up, one soldier intended to ride on his head and do something to the girl. Karl finally pulled out the pistol at his waist.

Accompanied by a gunshot, everything stopped.

The soldiers watching the fun at the door returned to their rooms one after another, took their clothes, and left the soldiers' building. Soon, the military police and medical soldiers arrived at the scene.

The bad news was that the bullet hit a soldier.

The good news was that it only hit his thigh and didn't take his life.

Karl was pressed out by the military police pinching his head and lifting his arms, but there was not much annoyance on his face; instead, he was very calm.

On the contrary, the soldier who intended to ride on his head was lying on the bed.

The matter fermented very quickly because a soldier was injured, so fast that Lansi's entertainment activities in the afternoon hadn't ended yet when he heard the news.

"There's someone at the door who says he's Karl's subordinate and wants to see you," someone from the company knocked on the door and said from outside.

Lansi glanced back: "Let him in."

Soon, a small person, after being carefully searched, came outside the recreation room.

Lansi and the others were sitting at the gambling table playing cards, dressed as elegantly as gentlemen in high society. This scene gave the small person a huge impact, making him unable to speak clearly.

"Mr. Lansi, Karl was taken away by the military police."

Lansi, holding a cigarette, casually took the two cards in his hand and placed them face down on the table: "What stupid thing did he do?"

Some people around let out a light laugh. In their eyes, Karl was indeed quite stupid sometimes.

The small person hurriedly said: "He shot and hit a naval soldier."

Lansi's movements paused. He took the cigarette from his mouth and tapped it on the edge of the ashtray. The gray-white ash that had burned out fell in. He looked at the small person again.

"What is your name?"

The small person said his name. Then Lansi let him continue to explain the matter clearly, saying it completely.

When Lansi finished listening to everything, he frowned, then put the poker on the table: "You guys play first, I'm going out."

Hiram stood up with him. He had long wanted to stop playing this; he preferred Lansi poker (Zha Jin Hua).

Lansi signaled him to sit back down with his eyes: "I can solve it myself."

Then he put on his coat and patted the small person's arm: "Let's go, let's go see what happened together."

The motorcade soon arrived at the naval base. Admiral Miles had instructed that Lansi could go directly to him, so soon he saw Admiral Miles in the Admiral's office.

The small person stood outside the door, waiting anxiously.

In the room, after the two exchanged simple pleasantries, Lansi directly stated his purpose: "I heard my people were arrested by the military police."

Admiral Miles didn't deny it: "He shot and injured my soldier."

He didn't wait for Lansi to say anything and spoke first: "I can give you face for other things, Lansi. We are close partners."

"But I must make this matter clear to you!"

"I am a general. The reason I am a general is that these soldiers trust me. They believe that I will lead them to gain merit and bring them back alive after the war."

"I know what you want to say, but they are a group of people who protect the Federation and the people with their lives."

"I heard the process of the matter's development and also know that what they did was indeed not quite right, but this matter could have been solved by that young man through more appropriate methods."

"Call the military police, or call you, and we can all solve it very simply."

"The thing he shouldn't have done most was to take out the gun and even fire it!"

Admiral Miles's attitude was very serious: "You have to be responsible for your people, and I have to be responsible for mine."

Lansi scratched his head: "I thought this was just a small matter."

Admiral Miles nodded: "This is indeed a small matter, if you don't intervene!"

Lansi thought for a while: "How do you plan to punish this small person?"

Admiral Miles frowned. Actually, he hadn't thought about how to deal with him. After all, looking at Lansi's face, he couldn't finish off this small person; that would make Lansi lose too much face.

He thought for a while: "I will whip him one hundred times and then lock him in a dark room for a week."

One hundred lashes?

That's probably wanting more than half of Karl's life. One hundred lashes, even if Karl didn't die, he would be almost there. This won't do.

Lansi shook his head slightly: "You have your principles, and I have mine. If you don't mind, I will deal with him. I guarantee you will be satisfied, and the soldier will also be satisfied."

Admiral Miles was stunned for a moment. He thought Lansi came to plead for mercy, but now Lansi said he wanted to deal with the small person himself. He was a bit confused for a moment.

He looked at Lansi, looked into his eyes, and the two stared at each other for a while. Admiral Miles nodded: "Okay."

Lansi stood up: "Go see together?"

Admiral Miles hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't go. If he went, there might be some other things. However, he let his nephew follow Lansi, the reason being that he was afraid Lansi couldn't find the place, so he let his nephew send Lansi over.

When Lansi came out of Admiral Miles's office, Karl's subordinate hurriedly looked at Lansi anxiously. Lansi just gave him a reassuring look.

Soon, the major drove Lansi to the military police office building. Then, in the interrogation room, he saw Karl, who had already been beaten by the military police.

His eye sockets were bruised, and he was hung on a rack.

Karl heard footsteps, looked up, and saw it was Lansi. A flash of surprise passed through his eyes, followed by panic and unease. He knew he might have messed up.

Lansi stood outside the door, looked at Karl, and didn't mention the fact that they beat Karl: "Where is the injured soldier?"

"Invite him and his friends over. As Karl's boss, he did something wrong, and I will punish him myself!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 785 =====