Chapter 141: Want to be the boss
Henry has learned what just happened in Junk Town.
He was also a proxy, so he should have a seat at the meeting. If he was busy outside and had no time, his subordinates would attend on his behalf.
His men had informed him of the matter and were among those who had kept quiet at the time.
Martial law is certainly a good thing. It can prevent the situation from getting worse and prevent those agents and merchants from escaping with supplies and a large number of adventurers.
It will definitely be out of control over time. Garbage Town lacks a centralized power system and does not support the long-term continuation of such a strong control policy.
But despite this, he still found it somewhat magical.
When he reconnected with Swan, he couldn't wait to ask, "Was the martial law order passed so easily?"
"Oh, do you think it's easy?" Although he said this, Swann's voice was calm but slightly proud. "I contacted many agents who are close to me and have businesses in Garbage Town in advance, and I was able to achieve this result after getting through to them."
Henry noticed that there had been some subtle changes in Mr. Swann's attitude towards him: the big man, who was supposedly far superior to him, seemed to be trying to make friends with him, and his tone of speech was also trying to be intimate.
It can't be considered flattery, but at least it's friendship.
That's because I surrendered to the Governor earlier, and Mr. Swann had to befriend me so that he could talk to me in the future...
Thinking of the twists and turns in the process, Henry couldn't help feeling a little proud of it.
Henry put aside his thoughts and continued the previous topic: "So... wouldn't this push Nasser into a corner?"
"It's not impossible." Swan said, "But the situation should be controllable."
"Why? After hearing that the Governor is going to take back the entire Garbage Town and implement a new alliance system here, the agents who own property should be opposed. Their property will be taken back, right? On the contrary, those who don't have fixed property should be relatively less opposed to the Governor."
Swann described the situation in Garbage Town with rare patience: "On the surface, it is like this, but with your intelligence, you should think more deeply. Those of us who have industries are the ones who really can't run away. If we run away, what will we have? Nothing. We don't have enough supplies, and we don't even have enough people to obey our orders. We are just a small force if we want to be looters."
"Even if the Governor-General wants to confiscate all the industries after he comes, I have also carefully studied your policies. Those industries will not be abandoned after being confiscated, right? They must be restarted, right? We, the former owners, at least understand these industries, so why can't we change from the original identity of business owners to factory directors? Being a factory director, according to the 45-level assessment, should be a higher rank than ordinary workers and employees, right?"
"Being a factory manager who has to report to the so-called Alliance Production Department and whose products do not belong to him is definitely not as exciting as being the real owner. But your policies can guarantee a lower limit and allow people to live a stable and decent life. Believe me, this alone is enough to attract many agents who don't want to live in fear every day."
"Besides, why would we not accept it? Either the garbage town is destroyed and becomes nothing, or we change from being an agent to a factory manager or a manager. Many people would make this choice."
"On the contrary, those who have no industry are the ones who cannot accept the Governor's arrival. After the Governor comes, will he continue to allow a large number of armed forces to be controlled by them? When all production products are uniformly allocated by the new alliance government, can they still make profits by reselling? Take advantage of the opportunity and run away with enough people. With guns and people, they can build a business anywhere. Even if they become robbers, they are still the leaders of the robbers, and they still have a good life and people to command them. They are the ones who are most unwilling to stay in the Governor's system."
Henry listened and thought about it.
Swan paused, and had more to say:
"For those of us who own property, the only thing that really worries us is what happened to those who used to own property in Renaissance City. Many people feared the most that they would hand over their property, but in the end they were still liquidated, just like the mass execution before the Governor's speech in Renaissance City. To be honest, that set a very bad precedent. Your...our Governor took ruthless action to gain control of the city as quickly as possible, but it also set a very bad precedent."
Having said that, Swann expressed his position and concerns to Henry, who clearly stood in the governor's camp.
Henry also understood that he hoped to get protection from the governor through him.
But this kind of security... Henry felt that he could not give it.
And there is no need to give.
He replied, "If you really understand the circumstances of those who were executed, you will know that they deserved the punishment for what they did. They killed the old Speaker of the Parliament, Hodgson, who supported the Governor in the past. They tried to use force to prevent the Governor from entering Renaissance City. They were connected with the cult... They deserved to die for these crimes. The situation in Garbage Town is different from that in Renaissance City. If you can bring the entire city under the Governor's command and actively help the Governor resume production afterwards without any more tricks, then why should you worry about those things that are available?"
After hearing these words, Swann on the other end of the phone didn't know whether he got what he wanted or not.
I do feel a little relieved, but not completely at ease.
After all, there is no real guarantee.
But reaching this level is already the limit.
After hanging up the phone, Swann stood at the window with confidence.
His office is located at the highest point in Garbage Town.
Looking down, he felt mixed emotions.
In the past, he had been striving to climb higher and higher. After reaching the top, he reached out again, wanting to hold more and more.
He wants to be the master of the entire garbage town.
Some time ago, those green-skinned orcs brought serious harm to Junk Town. When he heard Henry say that the Governor wanted to completely retake Junk Town, he thought his dream was going to be shattered.
But now it seems that I can achieve this goal from another angle.
After all, Garbage Town is 200 kilometers away from Fuxing City. If I do well, can I become the mayor of Garbage Town? As the highest administrative chief, to some extent, it seems that I can realize my past wishes.
In the past, if he wanted to be the master of Garbage Town, he had to fight against heaven and earth, and find ways to fight against those guys who were not on the same side as him; but this time, it might be an opportunity. The Governor will help him clean up those damn things, and he can be the boss in this clean house.
It may not be a bad thing!
When the Governor arrives, he has to show enough performance. He has to do a good job in logistics support, organizing adventurers, and taking inventory and handing over the entire industry of Garbage Town... These things have to be done well enough.
He was thinking about many specific implementation methods and was dazed for a while.
The sound of footsteps behind him woke him up.
Turning around, he saw a rather handsome young man in a grey combat uniform.
That was Mark Ferry, his confidant, the man he promoted to help him take charge of the most important armed force under his command, the 'Clock Iron Blade' Adventure Group.
"Boss, martial law has been implemented."
"good."
Swann's voice regained the indifference he usually showed.
He always keeps a distance from others. In his opinion, a sense of distance is one of the key points to maintain mystery and majesty, especially to his subordinates.
According to the usual practice, after he said "OK", Ferry should have left tactfully.
But today seems to be different from common sense.
Ferry hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Nasser has not given up. He is mobilizing the adventurers he can control who are still in the town. There may be conflicts later."
Swan frowned, looked at Ferry and said, "Didn't I tell you this a long time ago? He will not give up, but he has no chance. I sent people to cut off the communication lines with the front line. Now I am the only one who can get in touch with the front line, and I have stopped him from transferring people back from the front line. The armed forces he can mobilize in Garbage Town will definitely not exceed 10,000 people in total, and my 'Clock Iron Blade' has returned. You have 3,000 people, all of whom are well-equipped. Block the town. We don't have to eliminate them. As long as we hold on until the governor arrives, we will win."
"Yes, the Governor is here, so we win." Ferry added, "What about us? Just now... Boss, were you talking to Denison Henry? Did he give any guarantees?"
"Give it to me. I will be the master of Junk Town in the future."
Swann was reluctant to tell the truth, but he felt that what he said was the truth.
He would be the master of Junk Town, he believed it.
"What about us?" Ferry asked again.
"You guys?" Swan turned around and looked Ferry up and down as if he had just met him for the first time.
"Yes, we."
Swann smiled widely: "You will have a good life!"
Then he added, "There's no need to fight anymore, so you can put down your guns. Factories need workers, stores need waiters, and mines need scavengers. But by then, scavengers won't have to worry about anything, because the governor will clean up the mines. Of course, if you still want to join the army, that's fine, because the governor's army will continue to expand. With past experience, you can enlist and make a name for yourself with your abilities. In short, life will definitely be much better by then."
"Yes... then life will be better..."
Mark Ferry said this, but he pulled out his gun without hesitation.
Swann, who had just noticed that the young man's condition seemed a little strange, was actually on high alert. He quickly pulled out the pistol he was carrying.
However, he was slow.
He is no longer the man who fought desperately with his brothers on the front line when he was young. The gun in his hand is well-made and has intricate patterns carved on it. It is more like a work of art than a weapon.
The bullet reached him first and hit his neck accurately.
His body fell backwards uncontrollably, and then several more bullets were fired at him, all hitting his head, neck, and heart.
Mark Ferry slowly put down his weapon until the magazine was completely empty. He said softly to Swan, who was lying on the ground with occasional twitching, "Boss, you will be the master of Garbage Town when the Governor comes, but the Governor doesn't need people like me, so I can only be a worker, a scavenger, and a soldier from scratch. It's really not fair. Even if you lied to me and said you could give me a good future, I would believe it. But you don't even want to do this... Don't blame me."
After saying this, he withdrew his gaze, turned and left.
Ten minutes later, he met Nasser in another place in Garbage Town.
Nasser, who was pacing anxiously, stopped walking after seeing Mark Ferry and stared at him for several seconds. Then he suddenly smiled and said, "I wanted to see you but was afraid to see you. But now I am sure that I did want to see you. I succeeded, right?"
"yes."
"Great! That old devil Swan! He wanted to kill all of us to fulfill his dream of becoming the lord of that garbage town. How hateful! Good thing he died!"
Mark Ferry did not want to discuss this issue any further. "Time is tight. I don't have the time or opportunity to clean up the Clock Blade. And according to Swann, many wealthy agents support him. If you want to leave, now is the best opportunity. We need to leave as soon as possible while Swann's death causes chaos."
"You're right!" Nasser laughed and put his arm around Mark Ferry's shoulders. "Let's go! We'll leave right away! From now on, we'll be free eagles above the yellow sand! We can hunt whatever we want to eat! We're not serving the governor as dogs? What? We'll eat those who are willing to be sheep and dogs! Ferry, you'll be my best brother and our most important leader from now on! Even if there's only one piece of meat in the future, I'd rather starve than give it to you first!"
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There was chaos in Garbage Town.
Swann's death had already spread to a small circle.
The team that enforced the martial law order was, of course, a group of adventurers, led by the Clock Iron Blade, supplemented by several other teams of adventurers hired by agents.
However, with Swann's death and Mark Ferry, the commander of Clock Iron Blade, suspected of mutiny, Clock Iron Blade fell into a temporary state of brain death. Some of the remaining officers disappeared, having fled with Ferry, some were panicked and at a loss, and only a few were still determined to enforce the martial law order.
Among the other property agents, it was difficult to choose one who could temporarily take charge of the situation.
When the thousands or even tens of thousands of troops assembled by Nasser began to move and opened fire without hesitation on anyone who blocked their way out of the Garbage Town, they became almost the only organized large-scale team in the Garbage Town.
They became unstoppable.
At the beginning of the breakout, Nasser and Mark Ferry were a little nervous, fearing that something unexpected might happen again.
But as the vanguard had already rushed out, and they followed with the main force out of the gate of Garbage Town, both of them relaxed at the same time.
It is a foregone conclusion that we will leave the garbage town and go to the vast wasteland of the sea and sky!
But at this moment, they found that the entire team's speed had slowed down. In front of the vehicle they were riding in, the crowd became denser and people began to shrink back and dared not move forward.
Nasser also felt something was wrong. He picked up the mobile phone and shouted, "What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened ahead?"
There was a crackling sound of electricity in the walkie-talkie, but there was no useful information at all.
After waiting for a long time, just when Nasser could not help asking again, the news finally came back:
"The Governor... The Governor is here!"
Nasser felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.
Why did the Governor come?
Didn’t they say there were at least three days left?
At this moment, another voice came from the walkie-talkie in his hand: "What should I do now?"
Nasser was stunned and didn't know what to do for a moment.
On the other hand, Mark Ferry next to him seemed very decisive.
He half-grabbed the walkie-talkie from Nasser's hand and yelled, "Open fire! Let the vanguard open fire! Let everyone be ready to break out!"
"Don't!"
Ferry glared at Nasser who subconsciously rejected his words: "What are you thinking?! It has come to this point, where is there any room for hesitation?!"
Nasser almost bit his rotten teeth to pieces: "I can't fight... I can't win..."
“You’re saying you can’t beat me now?” Mark Ferry was furious. He half turned around, grabbed Nasser’s collar, and almost stood face to face with him as he roared, “I’ve killed the boss I’ve followed for so many years! You’re saying you can’t beat me now?!”
Nasser was frightened by the Governor, and also by Mark Ferry's ferocious face. He stretched out his hand and blocked Ferry and said, "Now... now we can only disperse the team and flee in all directions... no matter how many people... run away... we will gather again when it is safe!"
Hearing this, Ferry seemed to calm down all of a sudden.
He let go of his hand and asked, "How many people do you think can escape? And how long will it take to gather the people together again?"
"A lot of them will definitely escape!" Nasser's mind was calculating quickly. "The Governor is in a hurry to take over Garbage Town. As long as we don't cause too much trouble to him, he won't go all out to encircle and suppress us. Some people will die, but not many. After they all get out, with my appeal, I can raise my arms and everyone will gather together again soon. By then, you will still be the big leader... uh..."
As they were talking, gunshots were heard in the car.
Ferry unknowingly pulled out his pistol and shot Nasser several times in the stomach.
With his other hand, he tightly strangled Nasser's neck.
He stared at Nasser's rather ugly face and said, "You still want to lie to me at this time? If they really want to scatter and escape, can you gather everyone together with just a wave of your hand? By then, the wasteland will be full of small tribes of looters. Why would anyone listen to you when you have guns? I came out to fight to be a superior person, not to be the leader of a small tribe! I hate it most when people lie to me!"
He had completely forgotten what he had said to the dying Swann.
He let out a long breath and found that the walkie-talkie next to him was not turned off.
But he didn't care about that anymore. He picked up the mobile phone and yelled to the other side: "Let everyone get ready! We must gather our strength! Concentrate on one direction to break through! Only by concentrating on breaking through can we survive! I am the boss now, listen to me!"
There was silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, no response.
He had just 'joined' Nasser's team and had neither direct ties nor prestige.
You can’t become the boss by just killing the former boss and then claiming that you are the boss.
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