After the gunshot, the world did not quiet down. Sporadic gunshots were heard in the blocks outside the alley, and the intermittent screams and exclamations did not stop.
"So you're not black? You're lucky, get out of here!"
A hoarse voice was heard, and the attacker seemed to be talking to himself. After saying this, he did not continue shooting.
Ceylon opened his eyes, which had been closed subconsciously, a crack and looked into those familiar eyes.
She felt a burning sensation on the back of her neck, and Ceylon was not quite sure what was going on. But the only thing she knew for sure was that she was not dead!
The eyes seemed to wink at her, then they walked out of the alley and disappeared into the street, carrying the only camera they brought with them.
…
The screams around brought Ceylon back to her senses. Several unfamiliar people had fallen down, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. However, a few people she was very familiar with before didn't seem to have any serious problems. Some of them had injured arms, and some had injured legs. No one in the entire team was still standing.
"Ma'am...Ma'am, are you okay?"
When Ceylon was looking at the team, someone gently pushed her leg. It turned out that the photographer who had been shot just now saw that the attacker had left, so he quickly moved over, endured the pain in his leg, and checked on Ceylon's condition.
"I'm fine..."
Ceylon stood up and just as she stood up, she shook her head slightly and found that her braid was gone. She had tied her hair into a ponytail when she came, but half of it was gone. She reached out and touched it and found some irregular breaks on the ends of her hair, as if half of it had been burned off by something hot.
At this point, Xilan was really scared. The other party must have missed the target just now. The bullet grazed the back of her neck and even knocked off her braid...
I just don't know whether the other party did it on purpose or really missed the target.
"It's too dangerous here. How is everyone doing? We need to evacuate quickly."
At this moment, they no longer had the reckless and indomitable spirit they had just now. What big news? Just forget about it. The most important thing is to stay alive!
There were a few people who were lightly injured. After confirming that the attacker had really left, they quickly got up, checked a few who had died, and then supported each other and retreated along the way they came. It was too dangerous here!
…
On the outskirts of Los Angeles, sirens continued to sound. A large part of Los Angeles was in chaos, and there were definitely not enough police force. These were probably police officers from other places who were transferred to support Los Angeles and were entering the city.
"Sir... the operation over there is completed."
Old Carl sat alone at the dining table, with a newspaper on his left hand and a fork in his right hand. He picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, eating while reading the newspaper.
A young man stood next to old Carl, holding a note and reporting quietly.
"Oh? Have the ones in the photo been solved?"
"It's all resolved! The remaining few of them have already run away. Little Jack went over and took away their equipment himself. After they left, we sent someone over to check again."
There were dead bodies at the scene, and Ceylon and his group of old, weak, and sick people certainly couldn't take these people away, so they stayed where they were, covered up a little, remembered the place, and prepared to let the police deal with it after daybreak. However, as soon as they left, someone else came to check the number.
"What about Ceylon?"
"She's fine. I scared her as you requested, but her hairstyle might be affected a little."
"What about those families?"
"Those haven't taken action yet. The unrest in some areas has not spread yet. If we take action now, it will seem too deliberate. We have to wait until the second half of the night to act."
"snort."
Old Carl snorted coldly, put down his fork, picked up a piece of fried fish with his right hand, dipped it in the sauce, and then took a small bite.
…
Old Carl still remembers that Allen was brave enough to send bodyguards to America to deal with the little black guys directly. Later, he was warned for being too arrogant, but not long after, many little black guys who protested against Allen emerged again. These people have been at large for a long time. Old Carl remembers each of them well. This time, taking advantage of the unrest, he has arranged people to deal with them together and settle old and new accounts together!
The young man looked at Old Carl without saying anything. He was not in a hurry. He just stood beside Old Carl, waiting for him to eat slowly.
The old knight is not very particular about food, but he likes to eat high-calorie food, especially fried food.
After waiting for several minutes, Old Carl ate up a small plate of fried fish nuggets, put down the newspaper, picked up a tissue to wipe his hands, and stood up and walked aside, saying, "Send someone to call the driver to see when Ceylon and the others will be back. When she comes back, bring her to see me as soon as possible."
"clear!"
…
It was four o'clock in the morning, four or five hours since Ceylon went out for the interview.
In the dim little study, old Carl sat alone on a large American-style sofa with a high back, his legs covered with a small blanket, on which lay an illustrated version of "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".
Hearing the knock on the door, old Carl, who was already drowsy and almost asleep, quickly wiped his face with his hands, moved his big mouth, rubbed his facial muscles, and a look of anxiety naturally appeared on his face.
"Come in!"
With old Carl's agreement, the study door was opened, and Ceylon walked in with a very bad look on his face, glaring at old Carl with narrowed eyes.
The young man who brought Ceylon over nodded to old Carl and closed the study door.
At this time, only Old Carl and Ceylon were left in the study.
Looking at the expression on old Carl's face, which was a mixture of anxiety and worry, Ceylon almost believed it for a moment.
"Jazz...I almost died!"
"I know."
“I almost died!”
"Sit down first, sit down first."
Old Carl stood up, picked up the glass, poured Ceylon a glass of whiskey himself and handed it to her.
“I almost died!”
Ceylon took the wine glass and, as if feeling aggrieved or venting, she repeated several times that she almost died.
Even though she had experienced danger before, compared with today, those dangers were like child's play.
…
"Your team ignored the advice and entered an unknown and dangerous area to shoot news stories. Others have been in trouble. If you are safe and sound, what will others think?"
“I almost died!”
"So I sent my best marksman to do it myself."
Old Carl shrugged, as if he couldn't hear Ceylon's complaints, and the two of them talked about their own things.
Although Ceylon did not seem to be injured, after they escaped from the block and found the paramedics outside, the paramedics checked on Ceylon and were amazed at her good luck and survival. It was just a matter of a few centimeters, maybe, when the other party shot her in the back of the head, but the bullet hit her hair, not her head.
No one would suspect that she had something fishy going on. Except for the few people who were killed on the spot, the others were more or less injured. In Ceylon's case, she was lucky to have survived a disaster, not just slightly injured.
…
"But I..."
“That’s enough!”
Old Carl's patience was gradually worn out. He had a bad temper to begin with, and what he could endure until now was already his limit.
Seeing that Ceylon was about to continue speaking, Old Carl shouted, staring at Ceylon with a gloomy face and said, "Do you know how many servants the Hill family has? Do you think you can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor after joining the Hill family? Huh?!"
"As a reporter and host like you, do you think that just because you handle some news matters for the young master, you are doing a great deed? Hmm?"
"Based on what you are doing now, do you think that as long as you do a good job, you will be rewarded or even given a title in the future?"
Old Carl stared at Ceylon and questioned him word by word.
Ceylon was frightened by old Carl's sudden ferocious look and took two steps back, holding the wine glass in both hands, not knowing what to say.
…
Even animals know how to classify themselves into different levels. A wolf pack has a wolf king, and a lion pack has a lion king.
But apart from the king of each ethnic group, what else does one do?
Every time the tribe hunts prey, the king eats first. What happens after the king finishes eating?
The following is also divided according to strength. Who ranks second and who ranks third is all very important.
A family is of course no exception. Alan is of course the biggest in the entire family, and his orders are everything, but what about those below Alan?
Now of course it is Huth, he has the longest seniority and is the chief steward, so no one will question his status.
And what about Hut?
This also has to be divided into different levels. It doesn't matter how many years you have worked for the family.
Some servants have been in the castle for more than ten years, aren't they still servants?
There are only three knights in the whole family now, in addition to Hutt, old Carl, and last year's new knight Siphis.
These are elderly people who have served their families for many years and have made many contributions.
Old Carl was more old-fashioned. He hated Ceylon, who seemed to be superior and looked down on people like him who did rough and dirty work.
To put it bluntly, there were other ways to kill those people this time, but old Carl arranged it this way on purpose. One of his purposes was to deliberately scare Ceylon and let her know that joining the Hill family is not for her to enjoy a good life, and it is not so easy to gain honor!
"Ceylon... No matter where you go, there are rules. Rules! Every person who has been knighted by the Hill family has made contributions to the family, and these contributions cannot be achieved by just comfortably processing some documents in the castle. Merit and danger are directly proportional."
…
Ceylon took a big gulp of whiskey, her face turned red, but she held it back.
He looked at Old Carl with a complicated expression and said, "Then... Sir Carl, do you mean that this kind of danger today was specially prepared for me?"
"Heh...is it dangerous today?"
“Isn’t it dangerous?!”
Old Carl took two steps forward and helped Ceylan tidy up his messy collar. He said softly, "Ceylan... since you entered the Hill family, in this world, except for accidents involving yourself, no one can kill you unless the young master tells you to die... If the young master tells you to die, no one can save you. All you need to do is use all your energy to work hard for the family. Do you understand?"
“…”
Ceylon couldn't tell whether this was a threat or a statement of fact, but she understood what old Carl said. Although it was very frustrating, this was the price to pay for following aristocrats. There were dangers, but dangers were accompanied by opportunities!
"Okay... Go and have some rest. Tomorrow, your remaining task will be to pass the news back to prevent the Americans from secretly fabricating the news."
Ceylon lowered his head and nodded slightly as if resigned to his fate.
Seeing Ceylon just opening the door and preparing to leave the study, and seeing another subordinate standing outside the door, Old Carl smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Sir, Ms. Lily wants to see you."
When old Carl heard that his adopted niece was coming to see him, he smiled.
"Oh... Lily is here? No need to see me, just tell her I'm busy and let her do what was planned. I've sent people to do everything else, so the sooner the better, the sooner the better. Let them go as soon as it's light."
"yes!"
…
There were more than 200 cases of arson in Los Angeles tonight. As for casualties, it is impossible to count them. Anyway, there are definitely not enough police forces.
Under such circumstances, as an old gentleman, although old Carl was not an American, he still sent someone to donate 100,000 pounds to the Los Angeles Police Department.
By the way, he sent someone to express his concerns about the security situation in Los Angeles.
Allen's previous plan was to transform Lily's local Los Angeles family. They are now halfway through the transformation. At least following their previous path, they have registered with the military and are considered a super small logistics supplier family for the US military.
This time, such a big incident happened in Los Angeles, and a large number of people must be arrested. So what should be done with these arrested people?
Put him in jail!
But now the prisons around Los Angeles are clearly not enough, what should we do?
Do we need to build new prisons?
It just so happened that old Carl had just donated 100,000 pounds to the Los Angeles police. Lily, Carl's well-known niece, went to visit the Los Angeles Police Department early in the morning and mentioned the matter of opening a new prison vacancy. With Carl's connections and money, this matter could be accomplished in this special period.
Not everyone can play with prison.
This is serious business in America!
Yes, prisons are serious business in America.
When a prisoner goes to prison, do you think that food and drink are free if you want to live a good life?
Of course not! You can earn money by working!
In the country of capital, nothing is free, even air has to be charged!
As long as you live, as long as you earn a penny, you have to pay taxes.
Once you enter prison, you will find that there are usually supporting factories in the prison. The products in these factories are generally of good quality, and their prices have a huge advantage!
Because prisoners don't have to be paid in prison, this thing is like a modern version of a slave concentration camp, and it works very well.
Working ten hours a day, with only food and lodging provided, and a little work and rest time guaranteed, and even only one day off a week, and no salary required, isn't this a good business?
It is not an exaggeration to say that a privately-run prison, as long as it is well-run and its management is ruthless, can even earn more in a year than some smaller listed companies. It's just that it's very difficult to get such a spot, as it depends on the right time, place and people.
Now... this is a great time!