Crossing the Border

The first to arrive were the police.

When this group first started causing trouble, the Police Chief heard about it.

As the Police Chief of the provincial capital city, he certainly has sources of this information.

But he didn't act immediately. The Provincial Governor Drag had privately told him that when dealing with matters involving foreigners, especially Federal, he could wait a while.

The Police Chief strongly agreed that foreigners should not be given special treatment without limit, as this would embolden them to act arrogantly in the country.

If these foreigners are treated as superior beings, those at the very bottom of the management and Ruling Class will lose face.

On the contrary, letting foreigners experience some of the Natives of the Nagaril People, and letting them understand that this is not a place where they can do whatever they want, is the right thing to do.

This way, foreigners will have a sense of reliance on and a certain degree of respect for the local rulers.

But while we were waiting, problems arose.

He only went to the toilet before leaving, and because he had been feeling unwell for the past few days, it took him a little longer than usual.

Nagaril did not establish an advanced system for the transmission of knowledge, which is one of the reasons why religion was able to flourish there. People could not find explanations for the mysteries of nature through scientific methods, so they could only believe that everything was arranged by the gods.

For example, hemorrhoids.

In fact, hemorrhoids are no longer a major problem in developed countries, and the causes of hemorrhoids have been identified.

Besides prolonged sitting, personal hygiene is also an issue.

However, in Nagaril, everyone with hemorrhoids is considered a punishment from the gods, the result of someone cursing them, including the Ruling Class from other minor factions, such as the Police Chief, who has not received much advanced education.

People often say that only those who do bad things, those who are despised and cursed by people, will have "Bleeding Intestines." The Police Chief would be even less likely to seek medical treatment. Doesn't this mean that he is a bad person in people's eyes?

In fact, there are many people with similar problems, including those in the ruling class. They usually don't tell others, and they just silently endure it until it completely affects people's lives.

By the time the Police Chief finished dealing with the blood, about ten minutes had passed. When he arrived at the scene, his face had changed.

At least several hundred people had gathered there, with onlookers crowding the outer perimeter, the nearby trees, and rooftops. One house owner stood amidst the ruins, arguing with several people who had destroyed his house.

The Police Chief had beads of sweat on his forehead. He ordered his men to use batons to beat the troublemakers and tried to get inside, but this time, he was unsuccessful.

In the past, when the police started to disperse the crowd, the crowd would immediately erupt in chaos. No one wanted to be beaten, and they dared not resist when the police beat them.

But this time, instead of dispersing, the people clashed with the police.

These people did not fight back against the police; they simply pushed them around, causing the police officers to roll around in the crowd like balls, eventually being thrown out of the crowd.

The first angry young man stood up, his fiery eyes fixed on the police officers. He stood defiantly at the front line, shouting, "Foreigners are raping our sisters, and you people are protecting them? Are you our police or the dogs of foreigners?"

The fact that the police started clearing the area as soon as they arrived is enough to tell you what they were there for.

The Police Chief looked pained, and his gait was slightly awkward; he felt himself bleeding again.

But he couldn't back down now. He got out of the car, straightened his clothes, tugged at his belt, and adjusted the brim of his Wide-brimmed Hat, the badge gleaming in the sunlight! He took a deep breath, his expression changed, becoming full of authority, and strode towards the man.

Perhaps influenced by him, the young man who was questioning the police showed a hint of unease, but soon, one young man after another stepped forward from behind him.

Seeing the anger on the faces of these young people, the Police Chief felt that he was in trouble. Now his troubles were not only with these people in front of him. He felt that if he did not deal with the situation here quickly, he might embarrass himself. This made him more impatient than ever before.

"No matter why you've gathered here, you should abide by the laws of the country. The law doesn't allow you to do this!" His voice was stern and questioning, but what he said made sense, and there was nothing wrong with it.

A young man chuckled and retorted, "So, what bad things does the law allow these foreigners to do?"

The Police Chief took another step forward. "So I'm here. I will uphold justice. Now, all of you, make way for me..."

Instead of making way, the young people linked arms and blocked the police's path. Someone started singing, and soon others joined in. Before long, the scattered chanting became unified, transforming into a powerful force! This was an ancient Nagaril People song, with a rugged, primal quality. It roughly described the hardships of survival, awe of the dangerous nature, and an unyielding spirit. While the song's true message was about survival, its desolate melody gave it a different kind of inspirational power, a rebellion against nature. The singing alerted those at the front to what was happening; individual emotions, driven by collective consciousness, became more volatile, and they felt a surge of power.

This is a misconception; they mistakenly regard the collective power as their own, which is often the cause of mass incidents. People overestimate their own potential.

No longer content with being separated by the iron gate, they began to storm the camp. The makeshift prefabricated walls and the large iron gate collapsed in less than half a minute.

Seeing that things were going badly, Neil turned and ran without looking back, and the others followed him in a frantic run. At this moment, anyone who hesitated even a little would basically be buried in a foreign land.

Unable to catch up, someone threw what they were holding. Those who were running faster ahead only heard Neil cry out "Ouch!" and ran even faster.

Within minutes, the entire camp was overwhelmed by angry mobs.

The only saving grace is that Neil and his colleagues are fast workers. They are not the kind of purely clerical workers. A year ago, Neil was a factory worker with a very heavy workload.

Even in the past six months, he has always spent his time on the construction site. He can run and is able to move, which has allowed him to avoid danger.

The Police Chief, who was in a standoff, saw the people behind the human wall erupt in deafening cheers, and then the crowd suddenly dispersed. He immediately realized that something was wrong.

He suppressed his discomfort, waved his hand, and drew the baton from his waist. "Disperse them!"

Led by the Police Chief, the police clashed with the human wall. Everywhere were struggling and resisting young people, and the police officers were fighting with them.

At this moment, the place was in complete chaos. People inside were chasing Neil's group, while some onlookers were demolishing the house.

These people were initially just watching the show, but now that there's an opportunity to profit, they won't let it pass them by. This is the inherent weakness of the Nagaril People that Asier and Lin Qi were talking about.

They seem pitiful, but after getting to know them better, you'll find them despicable.

They lack a clear sense of right and wrong, and to some extent, they are also egoists.

They dismantled everything they could until they couldn't carry it anymore. Even the iron gate at the entrance was lifted up by several people and carried away.

Tables, chairs, cooling mats, and even a parasol were all destroyed, not to mention the slightly more valuable items like refrigerators. Even the metal roof of the makeshift house was ripped off and disappeared. These people were like locusts! The Police Chief, seeing this scene, knew things had escalated and someone needed to be held accountable. He pointed at the people in front of him, "Surround them! Don't let them escape!"

It was at this moment that the Sergeant arrived with his soldiers and Lin Qi.

The soldiers who arrived this time were fully armed. They even drove two modified armored trucks, which made people flee even faster. In no time, the camp, which had been piled with many things, was left with only some worthless items.

Lin Qi got out of the car, and Sergeant and four soldiers surrounded Lin Qi from four directions, while a sniper climbed onto the observation post on the top of the truck, ready to take control of the battlefield at any time.

The professionalism of these people was somewhat unsettling, including the Police Chief, "Mr. Lin Qi..."

Lin Qi glanced at him sideways and then looked away, leading his men directly into the camp. The Police Chief knew he might be in trouble, but saying anything now was pointless, so he could only bite the bullet and follow.

The original group was storming Neil's house, a shipping container.

This guy converted a shipping container into his house because there were no bugs in it, and he hates bugs.

Since he was the manager, people simply modified the shipping container into a house.

It was precisely because this house converted from a shipping container was not so easy to break into that, apart from those who had already run into the woods and escaped, Neil and the other people hiding inside were still very safe.

The group had already approached, but they still showed no intention of stopping. The Police Chief was just about to step forward to redeem himself, and there were more than just these people.

Lin Qi then drew a pistol from the Sergeant's holster and fired it into the air.