Chapter 912: Deterioration, the Elevator That Won't Close, and the End

Luo Si's people were very capable of action.

Facing those jewels, wealth, and food, it was hard for them not to be capable of action.

After all, this wasn't working for a boss in a factory. Every piece of jewelry they put into the bag would eventually fall into their own hands!

They were a hundred times, a thousand times more enthusiastic than when working, putting jewelry into the bags.

Luo Si noticed that some people secretly hid some jewelry for themselves. He noted these people down but didn't point it out immediately.

He hadn't attended much school, only able to read and write.

But Lans's "course" taught him many truths, one of which was—before achieving final victory, reduce the outbreak of internal conflicts as much as possible.

He didn't quite understand what internal conflict meant, but it should mean these things.

Soon the jewelry that could be seen in the jewelry store was packed into the bags, and those who went upstairs to pack food also ran down one after another.

Everyone was carrying a food bag filled with food. If they packed wheat or wheat flour.

Then one bag was thirty-five pounds.

There looked to be several hundred pounds of food here, enough for them to eat for a period of time.

There were also some people following them to take advantage in the surrounding shops, looting various goods.

Someone beside Luo Si said with some hatred, "Do you want to drive them away?"

"These are all our things!"

Luo Si glanced at him, "These are not ours, nor theirs. Whoever grabs them counts."

The person who spoke, although somewhat unwilling, still closed his mouth.

Leading them from afar to Zhuolan, and now obtaining so much wealth and food, Luo Si had become their undisputed "leader."

They believed in Luo Si and were willing to listen to his command.

"Let's leave here first when everyone is ready.", he said and was about to take people away.

At this time, someone interjected, "I just heard them say there are many foreigners upstairs. They have a lot of valuable things on them."

"A lot of cash, watches, and other things."

The National Bank of Lapa and the Federal banks didn't have any business dealings, so there was no such thing as transfers, remittances, etc., plus the instability of the exchange rate.

Anyone who wants to invest in Lapa must invest with real money, they must bring cash, not the bank's checkbook or cashier's check.

This was also the reason why Lans wanted to pack a container of currency and smuggle it here. He also needed cash to invest here.

These were high-value things. The eyes of some people stayed on Luo Si.

Luo Si frowned, "Do you want to go upstairs?"

The person who spoke looked at him very frankly, "They are all running upstairs."

His words made some people eager to move. After all, before today, they were just a group of ordinary people who were hungry and had no way out.

If it weren't for the fact that they really had no way out and wanted to come to Zhuolan to seek some help, find an opportunity to survive, and then happened to have a conflict with the law enforcers, they might not be here now.

Luo Si turned around. He looked at those people who were still looting various goods, looking at their crazy appearance, shaking his head slightly.

"Don't associate us with those lowly things. Remember, we are not robbers. We are not doing these things for money or other things."

"We are just for survival!"

"Before we reach the point where we must hurt others to survive, it's best to dispel your thoughts. I don't hope that we become villains!"

Some people thought he said it well, but others showed disdain in secret.

Have already pulled the trigger and killed people, yet still want to pretend everything is forced?

If it was really forced, why come in?

They didn't understand Luo Si, just as Luo Si didn't actually understand them. It was just that the cohesion of this small group of Luo Si was very strong, and those around him held weapons.

He had a decision, and others didn't dare to say anything more.

Actually, not long ago, he had a moment of impulse, wanting to go up and see if Lans was there, and walk to his front and sit down, chatting with him about each other's situation now.

That must be a very interesting picture!

He couldn't even imagine, how interesting it would be!

Like Pedro and the old teacher, Luo Si didn't trust Lans.

A foreigner suddenly came to your country, then gathered you and some people together, and taught you some methods to overthrow the current regime, and then the country became chaotic. Would you feel that this person is a person worthy of trust?

No, as long as the IQ is normal and the EQ is normal, no one will feel that this person is a good person.

Luo Si was the same. He didn't feel that Lans was a good person, although Lans gave him some help.

He answered some of his confusion about the current social status quo and also taught him how to make this country return to normal, but he still didn't like Lans.

Lans was like a destroyer, an ambitious person in his mind. Everything he did was to satisfy his own, or the Federal government's private desires, not really for the people.

Although the people of Lapa would also get some benefits because of this, this wasn't their real purpose.

He had thought about appearing in front of Lans with the posture of a winner, telling Lans that he had already taken the first step toward success!

However, in the end, he still dispelled this thought.

Because he wasn't sure about Lans's attitude toward him, whether it would still be the same as before.

He also realized that now wasn't a good time to see Lans. He should seek a better timing, opportunity, and then go to see Lans with the posture of a winner.

He would have the qualification to sit on an equal footing with Lans. By that time, he wanted to know what kind of expression Lans would have!

Of course, in the deepest part of his heart, he actually still had a little worry, and some fear.

Because he wasn't sure if he really went up and saw Lans, whether he could still come back alive.

Maybe Lans would let him come back, but there was also a possibility of finishing him off.

Thinking of this, he looked at the people around him again, "We have already completed the plan beyond expectations. We have to leave."

"The city is in such a mess, the army might intervene."

Hearing his words, those who didn't care so much before all showed unexpected expressions, and then became solemn.

This time, no one refused.

The group of people left in a hurry, and the remaining people breathed a sigh of relief.

This group, which was the largest and had guns, didn't leave, so they couldn't feel at ease.

Now that Luo Si and the others were gone, these people began to loot materials even more crazily.

Many people began to spontaneously take the elevator to floors above the sixth floor.

Floors above the sixth floor basically lived with foreigners. These foreigners were very rich. A watch was their whole life.

If they could get some cameras or something, they could lie flat for the rest of their lives!

At this time, people had forgotten their purpose for coming here, coming to Zhuolan, which was to seek help from the government and want to get some food to fill their stomachs.

The desire to fill the stomach began to deteriorate, becoming more complex and more destructive.

Door after door was kicked open, and those foreigners screamed and handed over everything they carried.

Some girls were dragged into the room by them while being scolded as "vain bitches."

The only thing to be thankful for was that this group of people hadn't been dominated by the desire for slaughter yet. Although they did quite a few bad things, they ultimately didn't start a massacre.

Perhaps it was just now, letting them continue to be dominated by desires, maybe in a few days, just making people bow their heads wouldn't be able to bring them stimulation and pleasure, only taking away the lives of their own kind could.

Treating slaughter as a way to seek happiness.

Ma Duoer glanced at the elevator that was constantly rising. He hooked his fingers at his team members and walked into the room at the same time.

"Boss, the elevator is moving."

Lans glanced at him, put down the book in his hand, and walked out of the study.

Accompanied by a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened, and those people whose expressions were already a bit crazy and distorted rushed out. The luxurious room and decoration made them completely ignore those standing people, as well as the weapons they held. These refugees had completely fallen into madness.

They were no longer "humans."

They were just monsters wearing human skin, dominated by desires!

In their eyes, these people in front were non-existent. They held various weapons in their hands, enough to cut open people's fragile throats or arteries.

Looking at these people with some disappointment, his ideal "trainees" didn't arrive. Watching them rush toward his side, he just shook his head very calmly, "Fire."

In an instant, the storm formed by bullets stopped the refugees who rushed over.

The guy rushing at the very front was hit by several bullets and fell heavily to the ground. His head was less than a meter away from Lans's toe.

The gunfire of the submachine guns constantly roaring made these people dominated by desires wake up. They screamed, begged, but couldn't escape the fate of death.

Just after one round of shooting ended, the people who rushed out of the elevator all lay on the ground.

Lans raised his chin slightly and looked at a survivor in the elevator. He was trembling all over, constantly pressing the buttons in the elevator box with blood-stained hands.

But the closed elevator door would pop open again because it was jammed by the corpse lying inside and outside the elevator box.

This guy's head was still bleeding constantly. I don't know whether to say he was lucky or unlucky.

The quiet room was left with only the "click-click" sound he made when constantly tapping the buttons.

Lans pulled a handgun from Ma Duoer's holster, trying to choose places without corpses to step on as much as possible.

It had to be said that once the camel-hair carpet was full of blood, when stepping down and lifting it up, there would be a suction force sucking the sole of the shoe, not making it easy to lift the foot.

This was actually quite bad, affecting speed and being a bit slippery.

Watching Lans getting closer and closer, the person in the elevator had already cried out. Clearly, as long as he moved that corpse jamming the elevator door away, he could successfully close the elevator door.

But he didn't dare to do that!

He was afraid that if his movement was a bit big, it would be exchanged for a saturated shooting. He could only beg God to listen to his prayer, letting the elevator go down without closing the door!

Watching Lans getting closer and closer, his body trembled even more violently. From originally tapping the buttons with his fingers, it now changed to slapping the buttons with his whole palm "pa-pa."

But he still couldn't do it.

The elevator door slowly closed. After the corpse on the ground was squeezed, the elevator door opened slowly again. He was completely desperate!

He knelt on the ground, hugged his head, and begged painfully and loudly, "Let me go."

Lans looked down at him and raised the handgun in his hand.

"Bang!"

"Bang-bang!"

Large-caliber handgun. Ma Duoer liked large-caliber weapons. This point was different from Helamu, who liked more ammunition.

The large-caliber bullet not only easily shattered the skull of the last survivor in the elevator but also left a deep pit on the floor of the elevator box.

He looked around, and also fired at several guys who might not be dead yet or were pretending to be dead. Soon, the entire top floor was completely quiet.

People resting in the side hall heard the gunfire stop and also came out from the side hall.

When they saw Lans standing in the corpses all over the floor wearing a white suit, with some glaring blood on his trouser legs, whether it was Albert or Andy, after the shock, they moved their eyes away from Lans.

The arrogance and pride on Andy's body also disappeared.

Luo Jiefu was the first to react. He walked a few steps to meet him, "Boss, are you hurt?"

He was very concerned, and he used the word "boss."

Actually, most of the time he would call Lans directly by name, or call Lans "Mr. Chairman (Chairman of the Empire Chamber of Commerce)." Calling him "boss" at this time was actually to reflect their close relationship.

Lans shook his head. He walked back to outside the pile of corpses and threw the handgun to Ma Duoer casually, "These small characters can't hurt me."

He looked down at his trouser legs, "It's a pity for the clothes I just changed."

Saying that, a smile of his usual easygoing nature appeared on his face, "Clean up the opposite side. These garbage made this place a mess!"

The smile on his face, combined with the corpses behind him, made everyone lower their heads, not daring to look into his eyes.

The chaos in the city continued. The rioters seemed to have forgotten their purpose for coming to Zhuolan was just not to starve to death, and began to loot and burn crazily.

Everyone's food bag was filled with things they snatched, but even so, they didn't stop and were still looting and burning.

Fierce gunfire constantly erupted in the city. Clearly, these people must have touched places they shouldn't have touched again.

This is not the Federation, not a civilized country, not even the Republic of Jiede.

The ruling group, the privileged group, won't be soft at all when killing their own people.

The situation in the city changed very quickly. By the evening, the riot had spread to the entire city.

Luo Si, Pedro, and other people whose brains weren't so stupid had all withdrawn from the city after looting some materials.

They knew very well that Zhuolan, as the capital, had become like this, and the army would soon intervene.

Lans had also talked about it in the "classroom." Once a demonstration turns into a riot, the violent machine will intervene immediately.

The police can't be counted on, but Lapa still has an army.

After six o'clock, the army finally arrived. They followed the requirements of the Presidential Palace, blocking roads on one hand and arresting those rioters on the other.

As long as they dared to resist, they would be shot dead immediately.

Gunfire was everywhere, and the city's security seemed to have improved a lot all of a sudden.

What made these soldiers feel a bit strange was that several cars had been following them all the way.

Those strange cars didn't look like they were produced in this country.

They later sent people to inquire. People who could drive cars in Lapa, and such strange cars, were either people from the ruling group or foreigners who had just arrived recently. None of them were people they could afford to provoke.

After knowing that these people were Federals, they asked the President, and then didn't care about them anymore.

Sitting in the car, Lans asked, "What do you think of their army?"

Although Ma Duoer was a "deserter," he was indeed an Imperial soldier before, and also an officer of a not-low level.

He became a deserter just because he was tired of the noblemen's tricks and tired of those stupid uprising armies, not willing to let himself and his brothers fall into a war without meaning.

He wasn't afraid of war and death, he just didn't want to die without meaning.

This was their first time observing the specific situation of the Lapa army at close range. After watching for a while, Ma Duoer couldn't help but laugh and say, "They are not even as good as the militia trained for three months!"

Hearing this, Lans was very satisfied, "So it seems our people should be stronger."

Ma Duoer didn't deny it, "Under the same military equipment, we are definitely stronger. If we have more advanced weapons, then we are enough to cause a crushing defeat to them."

Lans nodded, "If you train Lapa people, how long will it take for them to compete?"

Ma Duoer pondered for a while, "If it's just to make them about the same, it actually doesn't take long, one month at most."

"But if you want to make them more powerful, it will take more than three months, and a large amount of ammunition is needed to increase their shooting experience."

"Marksmanship is not born; it is always fed by bullets."

Lans expressed deep agreement, "You are very right."

After eight o'clock in the evening, the chaos finally stopped. Except for the occasional sporadic gunfire, the entire city was completely safe.

This turmoil not only didn't solve the problem of a large number of refugees outside the city having no food to eat but instead aggravated the split between these people in Zhuolan and the people outside the city.

Diego was very angry. In the afternoon, someone even came to attack the Presidential Palace, but was beaten back by the army he left here. This made him feel deep humiliation!

Those pariahs, actually dared to trouble him?

He couldn't understand, how did these pariahs dare?

In the evening, he held an emergency presidential meeting with anger, discussing the follow-up disposal methods...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 913 =====