Chapter 910: Tinder

The entire Zhuolan was like a huge gambling table. Every force was a player at the gambling table, except for ordinary people.

Whether it was the ordinary people living here or those thugs who created this riot.

From the moment they snatched the first weapon and pulled the trigger, they were already thugs.

The progress of the game seemed to suddenly accelerate. The gentlemen at the table couldn't see the future of this gambling game, except for someone, or rather, some people.

They were both the dealers dealing the cards and the players at the gambling table, and even the referees deciding the win or loss.

They manipulated the card game, and the result wouldn't be unexpected.

Lans held a wine glass and still stood in front of that huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the more chaotic city.

From his current perspective, he could already see some refugees running on the street.

They used the things in their hands to smash shops on the side of the road, or pried open the doors of shops, and then rushed in.

Not long after, they rushed out with some goods, and the entire city fell into disorderly chaos.

After the police chief fled back to the police station, he reorganized a group of people, but this time, they didn't go to face the refugees entering the city directly. Instead, they disappeared from people's sight on the grounds of "protecting important city facilities."

He had originally wanted to use this turmoil to gain more power. Now it seemed that he might not get further opportunities, let alone possibly lose his current job.

For Diego at this time, the police chief's incompetence had already put a sturdy noose around his own neck.

His stupidity wasn't that he didn't control these refugees from entering the city, but that he opened fire and also lost some weapons.

Making the refugees who originally had no threat become threatening.

Lans was thinking about how the situation would develop next when Ma Duoer walked to his side and said softly, "Mr. Shi Misi is here."

Mr. Shi Misi was the leader of the visiting group arranged by the Federal government this time, Mr. Albert.

"Let him in."

Soon Mr. Albert entered the room with a smile. He walked to Lans's side, stood in a position slightly behind Lans, and also looked down at the city where black smoke was constantly rising.

In their gaze, a burst of fire suddenly erupted on a street not far away, and then that house began to burn.

The house was only four stories high, a small building very common locally. The one on fire was the second floor, and the fire looked quite large.

The two of them just watched like that, watching people the size of sesame seeds run out of the house, but there were also some people calling for help behind the windows on the third and fourth floors.

The entire city was in a state of paralysis. Zhuolan city only had ten fire trucks and couldn't take care of so many fires at all.

Soon, in that house on fire that was the size of a matchbox, some people jumped down from the third and fourth floors, and some people went to the roof of the fourth floor and hid in the water tank.

Seeing this, Lans shook his head slightly, "Human tragedy!"

There was suddenly Lans's voice in the quiet room, and the atmosphere seemed to become softer.

Mr. Albert smiled and agreed, "Although jumping down will break your legs, at least you are still alive."

"But hiding in the water tank, in the end, you can only become a pot of soup."

Lans turned to look at him, "Want to drink some?"

Mr. Albert hesitated for a while, then said thank you, "Whiskey."

Ma Duoer poured a glass of whiskey with ice cubes and sent it over. He said thank you again.

The air in Zhuolan was a bit humid. Although the weather wasn't hot, it gave people a feeling of having a thin film on the surface of their bodies, which would make people feel a bit stuffy.

This was also the reason why Diego would keep sweating even when the temperature wasn't high. Of course, it might just be one of the reasons.

"Mr. Lans, are we going to start contacting some of them next?"

The purpose of Albert and Andy coming to Lapa this time was to provide operating funds and materials for these forces opposing the government, in the name of "humanitarian aid."

This model was also proposed by Lans. Since they wanted to give, they could give it generously. This wasn't a bad thing anyway.

Helping people who need help can reflect the noble qualities of the Federal government and the Federal people, and the local government that refuses these humanitarian organizations to help those people will become the opposing side in the international vision.

Senator Cleveland appreciated the plan he proposed very much. They got the benefits without losing face.

Lans shook his head, "Wait a bit."

"Wait a bit?", Mr. Albert took a sip of wine, his gaze returning to the chaotic city.

In his view, it was actually a very good time to contact these people now.

Lans nodded, "Yes, wait a bit."

"They are too loose now, without purpose, and no one has stood up to stop them."

"They are not even as good as the strikes and demonstrations promoted by the Labor Union and the unions. At least the working class still knows how to unite."

"But look at what these people are doing."

Mr. Albert's gaze fell on the street at his feet. They didn't have an accurate purpose at all. Logically speaking, the place they should go most now was outside the Presidential Palace.

Assemble outside the Presidential Palace, use their huge numbers to put pressure on the President, and let the President agree to some of their conditions.

In the Federation, it would definitely be like this, because there were Labor Unions and unions organizing them.

But here, these people themselves were participating in this kind of activity for the first time.

The desire for destruction, the desire for greed, all kinds of desires were released. They indulged in the abyss of desires that they could never fill, completely forgetting what they should be doing at this time.

So they were a pile of loose sand, couldn't play any deterrent role, and didn't have any value.

"Wait until their riot this time is suppressed, then you go and contact some of them."

"After experiencing a painful failure, these people should understand that whether they want to advocate their ideas to the government or want to overthrow this terrible society, they must be united, organized, and disciplined."

"Investing in them at this time is the best choice, not now."

Mr. Albert nodded in agreement after listening. He always had a smile on his face and didn't show any other emotions. It was very difficult to perceive his inner heart through his exterior.

This kind of person was actually much harder to deal with than Andy, who wore his emotions directly on his face.

"Mr. Lans, do you have any candidates?"

He shook the wine glass in his hand, "I heard that before we arrived, you held a seminar at the library and invited some people."

"I believe these people you invited must be very special existences."

Lans didn't deny it, "I'll have someone give you a list later. You might be able to use it."

"These people... I call them 'tinder.' They are the first batch of awakeners, and also the tinder that can ignite the entire Lapa!"

"As for whether a part of these 'tinder' can pass their first test..."

Lans shook his head, picked up the wine and took a sip, then he smiled and spread his hands to look at Mr. Albert, "Who knows?"

The city had been destroyed like this. Whether it was Lans or this Mr. Albert, they both knew that next would be the ruthless suppression by the Lapa government.

Among these people who were constantly pouring into the city, a considerable part might never be able to go back.

However, they didn't have any feeling of regret. The development of the world was like this.

Whether it was society or the people who made up society, they would play the role of "firewood" in this process, igniting themselves to promote the progress of the world.

Only those who can break through the wind and rain are qualified to come into contact with Federal funds, resources, and everything.

These monies didn't come from the wind; they were accumulated bit by bit by taxpayers.

In the past, ordinary people in the Federation might not have been qualified to start with "our taxpayers' money." At that time, the Federal government didn't intend to collect taxes from ordinary social classes.

But now they are qualified. Even if the income is only one cent, they still have to report taxes at the end of the year.

As a socially responsible young person, even if the Federal government doesn't intend to be responsible for these taxpayers, he intends to be responsible for the taxpayers' money. The conversation between the two stopped here. At this time, they both saw a crowd of about two or three hundred people rushing toward the Lapa Grand Hotel.

Clearly, these people had already initially formed the change of "gang." Their actions were not like the people Lans and the others saw before, without a clear goal, and without any purpose, purely loyal to their own desires.

And the destination of these people seemed to be this hotel.

"There must be a lot of food in the Lapa Grand Hotel, and there are a lot of foreigners inside!"

A guy who looked very strong walked at the very front of the team. He was also one of the "tinder," a factory worker.

Tinder wasn't just something only people who had received higher education had the opportunity to become. Everyone had the possibility, but they all needed to have some special things that were different from others.

To put it mysteriously, it was that Lans needed to see leadership talent in them, or have a special temperament to become a leader.

Otherwise, they couldn't become "tinder."

The worker downstairs had a very unique temperament. Lans heard that he often represented workers in negotiations with factory owners where he worked and was a very famous person.

So he got an opportunity. As for whether this opportunity could brew a flame that dyed the sky red, no one knew.

However, from now on, the probability of him growing sturdily had become a bit smaller.

He chose the wrong place.

He chose the Lapa Grand Hotel, which was also the only foreign-related hotel.

Lans actually didn't mind if there were Federals who met with misfortune here. This could instead become an excuse for the Federal government to put pressure on the Asian Alliance—

We upheld the idea of promoting and facilitating bilateral folk culture, economy, and trade exchanges, letting some people go to the Asian Alliance, but they suffered an accident.

Must give an explanation, right?

The "explanation" between countries and the "explanation" between individuals were completely different.

But it wasn't that they had completely lost the opportunity. As long as he didn't mess around, maybe he could still survive smoothly.

If this guy chose a hellish opening place and could still survive to the end, then the probability of him winning in the end would instead increase to the maximum.

There were already quite a few security guards at the entrance of the hotel guarding the entrance. They all held things like steel pipes, but no weapons.

The people of Lapa had always been gentle. They seemed to have accepted such a numb life and had no thoughts of resistance.

It had always been like this. Except for a few gangs that might have weapons, overall, the people were still safe.

Of course, the security captain and several deputy captains had weapons, but as long as it wasn't the last moment, they wouldn't move their guns.

When the security guards saw a large group of people walking toward the hotel, they immediately reported the matter. More security guards came out from the hotel to support, including the security captain and deputy captains.

A deputy captain who was a bit bolder took the initiative to walk toward that group of people. At the entrance of the hotel, this group of people stopped.

Behind them, there were already some people following them at this time. When these people realized that the destination of this group was the Lapa Grand Hotel, they all looked very excited.

As Lapa people, they certainly knew the particularity of this hotel, as well as its luxury. They wanted to follow and get some oil and water.

So it looked like a group of people, but there were quite a few people following around.

"You cannot enter here.", the deputy captain of the security team raised his hand to stop them, "If you want money or food, I can arrange for someone to send some to you, but you cannot enter here."

"There are many foreign guests resting inside. If you disturb or hurt them, that will be a huge trouble!"

"I hope you can understand."

The worker tinder selected by Lans walked out of the crowd. He was very strong, with an angular and firm face, and eyes that were a bit deep, giving people a good feeling, like a positive character.

And he was very strong. Under the thin clothes he wore were bulging muscles, full of explosive power.

Just standing in front of the deputy captain, a smile appeared on his face, "I heard that the Lapa Grand Hotel doesn't welcome lower-class people to enter, is that right?"

At this time, he still deeply remembered the thing Lans said first. He originally wanted to arrange for them to stay and discuss in the Lapa Grand Hotel.

But he was rejected by the Lapa Grand Hotel because they didn't welcome lower-class people.

The worker tinder, who was naturally labeled as a lower-class person, although smiling, everyone could feel his unhappiness.

The deputy captain was a bit speechless. At this time, it was very difficult for him to say the rule that the hotel refused the poor to enter. Facing these lower-class people who had turned into thugs, he also felt fear.

One could clearly perceive his inner activities at this time from his face. The worker tinder took a deep breath, "Is there?"

The deputy captain was forced to the point of collapse. He could only shake his head and say, "We welcome every guest."

A sneer appeared on the worker tinder's face, "Very good, now we are going to consume in the hotel."

Saying that, he was about to walk forward, but the deputy captain still stopped him, "We are not receiving guests now."

The worker tinder pushed him away and strode toward the hotel. The people further away all showed smiles. This group of people ate meat, and they drank soup.

The deputy captain still wanted to say something, but was immediately beaten to the ground by several people. He became honest.

Seeing this scene, the security guards at the entrance of the hotel suddenly became nervous. Facing this group of people who were constantly approaching, they could only constantly shrink back.

Until there was nowhere to retreat.

The captain knew that this group of people had to come in. Looking at these people getting closer and closer, he also had to make a decision—

Hit hard, hit to death, hit to death and count it as mine!

There was a ruthless energy in his voice. As long as he was fine this time, he would definitely be promoted!

A security guard really couldn't stand this atmosphere of constant oppression. He took the initiative to wave a steel pipe and rushed out. Immediately after, the people beside him also rushed out.

Two torrents collided at the entrance of the hotel!

The cursing sound was louder than the fighting sound. There were quite a few foreign tourists in the lobby of the hotel, accompanied by those young and beautiful escorts. These people didn't feel too afraid when they saw this scene.

Some foreign tourists even showed smiles and took out cameras to photograph this scene happening outside the lobby.

They thought that the security guards could protect their safety, or they thought that these people didn't dare to hurt them.

During this period of time, these foreigners felt something unprecedented here—privilege.

This was different from the Federation or other countries they belonged to. Even if they had money, they weren't part of the privileged class.

If they were really rich, they wouldn't appear here, so they were businessmen, just businessmen richer than ordinary people, and naturally, it wasn't about official-business collusion, and limited wealth couldn't provide them with privilege.

But here, they felt it.

Whether it was the Lapa government or the local chamber of commerce, or all ordinary people, they all harbored a kind of awe and fear toward them.

Sometimes they clearly went too far, but with the help of the hotel manager or someone else similar, communicating with those victims, in the end, everything would be fine.

A foreigner forced a relationship with a girl who didn't provide bed services. The girl called the police, but in the end, it was left unsettled.

This was the wonderful taste of privilege!

They still thought at this time that those people outside the hotel didn't dare to do anything to them!

The battle broke out very fiercely. These security guards weren't just for show. When they got ruthless, they were really lower-class people.

Perhaps it was because they were dealing with lower-class people, and lower-class people had no human rights in Lapa, so they could be so ruthless.

Both sides fought hard to distinguish, but it could be seen that the security guards were being defeated!

Because their number of people didn't have an advantage after all.

Fighting, group fighting, is about having more people.

Seeing that his subordinates couldn't hold on, the security captain pulled out a handgun and pulled the trigger toward a lower-class person closest to him.

In an instant, the harsh gunshot broke the peace in the lobby. Those foreigners began to feel uneasy and began to think about leaving.

But it seemed too late to leave at this time.

The worker tinder also took out a weapon and fired a shot at the security captain. The short exchange of fire lasted less than twenty seconds and ended.

The security team was completely defeated...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 911 =====