Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 141

141. Chapter 141, Want to be the Boss

Chapter 141,

Henry, who wants to be the boss, has learned about what just happened in Junk Town.

He is also an agent, and he should have a seat at the meeting. If he is too busy outside, his subordinates will attend on his behalf.

His subordinates have told him about the matter and were one of the people who kept quiet at the time.

Martial law is certainly a good thing to prevent the situation from getting worse and to prevent those agents and merchants from escaping with supplies and a large number of adventurers.

It will definitely be out of control over time. Junk 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 felt a little magical.

When he reconnected with Swann, he couldn’t wait to ask, “Was the martial law order passed so easily?”

“Oh, do you think it was 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. Only after they got through, could this effect be achieved.”

Henry noticed that Mr. Swann’s attitude towards him had undergone some subtle changes: the big man who was supposedly far superior to him seemed to be trying to make friends with him, and his attitude was also trying to become i*imate.

It was not flattering, but at least it was making friends.

That was because he had surrendered to the governor earlier, and Mr. Swann had to make friends with him so that he could talk to him more easily in the future…

Thinking of the twists and turns in the middle, Henry couldn’t help but feel a little proud of it.

Putting aside his little thoughts a little, Henry continued the previous topic: “So… won’t doing this push Nasser into a corner?”

“It’s not impossible,” Swan said, “but the situation should be controllable.”

“How do you say it? After hearing that the Governor is going to retake the entire Garbage Town and implement a new alliance system here, those agents who own industries should oppose it. Their industries will be taken back, right? On the contrary, those who don’t have fixed industries should be relatively less opposed to the Governor.”

Swan described the situation in Garbage Town with rare patience: “On the surface, that’s the case, 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, or even enough people to obey our orders. We are a small force if we want to be looters.”

“Even if the Governor wants to confiscate all industries after his arrival, I have also carefully studied your policies. Those industries will not be abandoned after being confiscated, right? They will have to 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 clerks, right?” “

Being a factory director who has to report to the so-called alliance production department and does not own all the products is definitely not as exciting as being a real owner. But your policies can guarantee the bottom line 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.”

“What’s more, why don’t we have room to accept it? Either the garbage town is destroyed and becomes penniless, or we change from agents to factory directors and managers. Many people will make this choice.”

“On the contrary, those who have no industry are the ones who are most unable to accept the coming of the governor. After the governor comes, will he continue to allow large numbers of armed forces to be controlled by them? When all production products are centrally allocated by the new alliance government, can they still make profits by reselling? Take advantage of the opportunity and run away with enough manpower. With guns and people, they can build a foundation anywhere. Even if they are robbers, they are the leaders of the robbers, and they still have a good life and people to drive them. They are the ones who are most unwilling to stay in the governor’s system.”

Henry listened thoughtfully.

Swan paused, and had more to say:

“For us property owners, the only thing that really worries us is the situation of those who used to have property in Renaissance City. Many people are most afraid that they will hand over their property, but in the end they will be liquidated, just like the great execution before the Governor’s speech in Renaissance City. To be honest, that set a very bad precedent. Your…our Governor took ruthless measures to control the city as soon as possible, but it also set a very bad precedent.”

At this point, Swan expressed his position and concerns to Henry, who clearly stood in the Governor’s camp.

Henry also understood that he hoped to ask the Governor for a guarantee through himself.

But this guarantee…Henry felt that he could not give it.

And he didn’t need to give it.

He replied, “If you really understand the situation of those who were executed, you will know that they deserved 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, and don’t have any small thoughts, then why should you worry about those things that are available or not?”

After hearing these words, Swann on the other side of the phone didn’t know whether he got what he wanted or not. He

was indeed relieved, but not completely relieved.

After all, there was no serious guarantee.

But to this extent, it was the limit.

After hanging up the phone, Swann stood at the window with confidence.

His office was located at the highest point of Garbage Town.

Looking down, he felt complicated.

In the past, he had been trying to climb higher and higher. After climbing to the top, he stretched out his hand again, wanting to hold more, more.

He wanted to be the master of the entire Garbage Town.

Some time ago, those green-skinned orcs brought serious harm to Garbage Town, and when he heard Henry say that the Governor wanted to completely recapture Garbage Town, he thought his dream was going to be shattered.

But now it seems that he can achieve this goal from another angle.

After all, Garbage Town is two hundred kilometers away from Fuxing City. If he does a good job, can he become the mayor of Garbage Town? As the highest administrative chief, to some extent, it seems that he can realize his 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 those guys who were not on the same side as him; and 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 might not be a bad thing!

When the Governor arrives, he has to show enough performance. We need to provide good logistical support, organize the adventurers, and take inventory and transfer the entire industry of Garbage Town… These things need to be done well enough.

He was thinking about many specific implementation methods, and was absent-minded for a while.

The sound of footsteps from behind woke him up.

Turning around, he saw a handsome young man in a gray combat uniform.

That was Mark Ferry, his confidant, who he promoted to help him take charge of the “Clock Iron Blade” Adventure Group, the most important armed force under his command.

“Boss, the martial law order has been implemented.”

“Okay.”

Swan’s voice returned to the indifference he often showed to others.

He is always like this, keeping a distance from people. 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 “Okay”, Ferry should have left tactfully.

But today seems to be different from common sense.

Ferry hesitated for a moment and 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 really won’t give up, but he has no chance. I sent people to cut off the communication lines with the front line. Now only I can get in touch with the front line, preventing him from transferring people back from the front line; the armed forces he can mobilize in Junk Town will definitely not exceed 10,000 people in total, and my “Clock Iron Blade” has returned. You have 3,000 people, all well-equipped. Blockade the town. We don’t ask to eliminate them. As long as we hold on until the governor arrives, we will win.”

“Yes, if the governor comes, we will win.” Ferry followed with, “What about us? Just now… Boss, were you talking to Dennison Henry? Did he give any guarantees?”

“Yes, I will be the master of Junk Town in the future.”

Swan was reluctant to tell the truth, but he felt that what he said was the truth.

He will be the master of Garbage Town, he believes 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.”

Swan smiled widely. “You will live well!”

Then he added, “There is no need to fight, you can put down your guns. Factories need workers, stores need waiters, and mines need scavengers. But scavengers should not be afraid at that time, because the governor should clean up the mines. Of course, if you still want to be a soldier, you can. The governor’s army will continue to expand. With past experience, you can enlist in the army. With your ability, you will definitely be able to make a name for yourself. In short, life will definitely be much better by then.”

“Yes… life will be better by then…”

Mark Ferry said this, but he pulled out his gun without hesitation. Swan,

who had just noticed that the young man’s state seemed a little bit wrong, was actually on high alert. He also quickly pulled out the pistol he carried with him.

However, he was slow.

He was no longer the man who was on the front line and fought hard with his brothers when he was young. The gun in his hand was well-made, with intricate patterns carved on it. It looked more like a work of art than a weapon.

The bullet found him first and hit his neck accurately.

His body fell backwards uncontrollably, and then more bullets were fired at him, all hitting his head, neck, and heart.

Mark Ferry slowly put down the weapon in his hand 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 does not need people like me. I can only be a worker, a scavenger, and a soldier from scratch. It’s really not fair. Even if you lie to me and say you can give me a good future, I will believe it. But you don’t even want to do this… Don’t blame me.”

After that, he retracted his gaze and turned away.

Ten minutes later, he met Nasser in another part of Garbage Town.

Nasser, who was pacing anxiously, stopped and stared at Mark Ferry for several seconds after seeing him. Then he suddenly smiled and said, “I want to see you but I’m afraid to see you. But now I’m sure that I want to see you. You’ve succeeded, right?”

“Yes.”

“Great! That old ghost Swan! He wanted to kill all of us and fulfill his dream of becoming the lord of that garbage town. How hateful! He died well!”

Mark Ferry didn’t want to talk about this issue anymore: “Time is tight. I don’t have the time or the opportunity to clean the ‘Clock Iron Blade’, and according to Swan, many wealthy agents support him. If you want to leave, now is the best opportunity. We must leave as soon as possible while taking advantage of the chaos caused by Swan’s death.”

“You’re right!” Nasser laughed and hugged Mark Ferry’s shoulders, “Let’s go! We’ll go right away! From now on, we’ll be free eagles on the yellow sand! We can hunt whatever we want to eat! What governor? Ah? We’ll eat those who are willing to be sheep and dogs! Ferry, you will be my best brother and our most important leader in the future! Even if there is only one piece of meat in the future, I would rather starve myself and give it to you first!”

…

The Garbage Town was in chaos.

Swan’s death had been spread to a small extent.

The team that enforced the martial law order was of course all adventurers, mainly the “Clock Iron Blade”, supplemented by several other adventurer teams hired by agents.

But with Swan’s death and Mark Ferry, the commander of the Clock Iron Blade, suspected of rebellion, the Clock Iron Blade fell into a temporary state of brain death. Some of the remaining officers disappeared, running away 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, no one could be chosen to temporarily take charge of the overall situation.

When the thousands of troops that Nasser had assembled began to move and fired at anyone who blocked their way out of the garbage town without hesitation, they almost became the only organized large-scale team in the garbage town.

They became unstoppable.

At the beginning of the breakout, Nasser and Mark Ferry were still a little nervous, fearing that something else would happen.

But as the vanguard had already rushed out, and they followed the main force out of the gate of the garbage town, the two of them relaxed at the same time.

It was a foregone conclusion to leave the garbage town and go to the wasteland of Haikuotiankong!

But at this moment, they found that the speed of the entire team had slowed down. In front of the vehicle they were riding, the people became dense, and people began to shrink and dare not move forward.

Nasser also felt that something was wrong. He picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What happened in front?”

There was a crackling sound of electricity in the walkie-talkie, and there was no effective 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… The Governor is here!”

Nasser felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over his head.

Why would the Governor come?

Didn’t they say there was at least three days left?

At this time, another voice came from the walkie-talkie in his hand: “What should we do now?”

Nasser was stunned, and for a moment he didn’t know what to do.

But Mark Ferry next to him seemed very decisive.

He snatched the walkie-talkie from Nasser’s hand like he was half snatching it, and yelled: “Fire! Let the vanguard fire! Let everyone be ready to break through!”

“Don’t!”

Ferry glared at Nasser, who subconsciously rejected his words: “What are you thinking?! It’s come to this point, where is there any room for hesitation?!”

Nasser almost bit his rotten teeth to pieces: “Can’t fight… can’t beat it…”

“You fucking know you can’t beat it now?” Mark Ferry was furious, half turned around, grabbed Nasser’s collar, and almost face to face and continued to yell: “The boss I followed for so many years was killed! You fucking tell me you can’t beat it now?!”

Nasser was frightened by the governor and Mark Ferry’s ferocious face at the moment. He stretched out his hand and blocked between himself and Ferry: “For… now… now we can only disperse the team and flee in all directions… how many… how many… will run away… wait until it’s safe and then… gather the team again!”

Hearing this, Ferry seemed to calm down all of a sudden.

He released his hand and asked, “How many people do you think can escape? How long will it take to gather the people again?”

“A lot of people will definitely escape!” Nasser’s mind quickly calculated, “The Governor is eager to take over Junk 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 again soon. By then, you will still be the big leader… uh…”

As he was talking, gunshots were heard in the car.

Ferry pulled out his pistol unconsciously and shot Nasser in the stomach several times.

His other hand tightly grasped 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 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 if you have a gun? I came out to be a superior person, not to be the leader of a small tribe! I hate people lying to me the most!”

He completely forgot what he said when he faced the dying Swan.

He took a long breath and found that the walkie-talkie next to him was not turned off.

But he didn’t care so much. He picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled to the other side: “Let everyone get ready! We must gather our strength! Break through in one direction! Only by breaking through can we survive! I am the boss now, listen to me!”

There was silence on the other side of the walkie-talkie, and there was no response.

He was just a new member of Nasser’s team, and had no direct lineage or prestige. He

couldn’t become the boss by killing the former boss and then claiming to be the boss.

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