Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 372

372. Chapter 371, Internal Conflict

Marka rubbed the brand on the back of his left hand, as if he could still remember the pain when the hot iron mark was branded a few years ago.

He is a member of the Hand-Branding Gang. As the name suggests, the main feature of this gang is that they will use hot iron to brand a mark on the hands of members to show the identity of gang members.

This gang is not big, and its influence is only in two or three blocks; it is not small either, in their activity area, there are more than 300,000 people relying on them.

However, their recent life is not so good.

In other words, no one has had an easy life since the start of martial law.

When the martial law just started, the Hand-Branding Gang thought that this was not much different from the occasional strict control incidents in the past. But their expectations were soon shattered.

The duration of the martial law was longer than they imagined; and the intensity of the martial law was unbearable for them.

After a period of dormancy, the Hand-Branding Gang could no longer bear it.

They began to shoot secretly and cause riots.

These tactics made the Astra Militarum infantry division stationed in their territory very uncomfortable. In almost a month, the attacks and riots they caused resulted in hundreds of casualties of the Astra Militarum; although the price they paid was far greater than this number, it was still worth it in their eyes and could still be considered a victory.

Then, they were carried away by this victory and tried to attack an infantry platoon on duty.

In their eyes, this operation was almost foolproof.

Less than 30 Astra Militarum soldiers were patrolling a street. They had already observed clearly that this team was the best target to attack. After the attack, it would take at least 15 minutes for troops from other places to support them.

So, roadside bombs exploded one after another next to the patrol car, forcing the military vehicle to stop. Then, from all directions of the street and from the hidden houses, three or four hundred gunmen from the Burning Hand Gang rushed out and completely surrounded this Astra Militarum team. Bullets came from all directions, and the scene became very bad for a while.

Originally, they wanted to resolve the battle within ten minutes, leaving more time for evacuation. But in fact, the battle was almost over in the sixth minute.

However, the result was completely the opposite.

They caused casualties of seven Astra Militarum soldiers, and the gang gunmen left more than 170 bodies. Such heavy casualties caused the gang gunmen to collapse in these few minutes and retreated uncontrollably.

They didn’t even need support. They were ambushed and bombed by roadside bombs. Then, with the same light weapons, less than 30 Astra Militarum soldiers VS 300 to 400 gunmen, with 7 casualties and 170 deaths.

Such a result made the whole group of the Scorched Hands completely confused.

I am fighting Superman?

How can the difference be so big!

Before they could recover, they were severely raided and their nests were swept away.

At this point, they completely gave up the idea of confronting the military control troops. They just played hide-and-seek, shot from behind, and retreated immediately if they missed a shot. They resolutely refused to touch the Star Army teams with more than five people.

That said, they were forced to this point. In fact, there was very little they could do. They were suppressed and felt very aggrieved.

Things became even more fucked up after a working group from the new government, which was said to be from the “Alliance”, entered the neighborhood.

A large amount of food was distributed, and the policies of the new government were also announced. The abandoned factory resumed work, and these people also organized transportation teams and construction teams. As long as they entered and had a job, their whole family could be assigned a job grade. Those with formal jobs could be assigned to the so-called E4 level, which would not only ensure that they had enough food, but also support their families; their families could also be assigned to the E2 level, which would at least have a subsidy. Moreover, as long as they were assigned a grade, they could strive to get a job, which would allow them to move up.

Those who don’t have a job can also declare what they want to do. A group of girls, women, and children who are willing to take orders on the street and mend clothes can also be considered as having a job and can be promoted to a higher level; if they can organize everyone to do this, they can also be considered as having a job.

If all else fails, then joining the army is also a way out. The conscription office of the alliance has been recruiting soldiers, and the treatment they give is better than before.

In short, everyone can eat.

At the beginning, due to the long-term distrust of the government, the people were particularly skeptical about the policy propaganda.

But after the real food was distributed and the work could be paid weekly, those doubts could not be said to have been completely dispelled, but at least they have become much lighter.

Although it is not good to eat and drink, it can be done to keep the stomach full and not cold.

Now, the Burning Hands Gang, not to mention deceiving the people to do some dangerous things, even many peripheral members of its own gang have chosen to leave the gang.

Even the traitors have extended to the core gang members who have been burned.

If the previous military control was just strangling their necks, making them feel painful and uncomfortable, and unable to move. Then now, it is equivalent to stabbing them directly in the heart.

This is really to the point of being furious, but they can’t fight back no matter how hard they try. What should they do?

As a core member of the gang, Marka was sent out by the boss.

After going through many hardships, he passed through many military control areas and went to meet a big man. This is the man who has always supported the development of their gang and also gained benefits from their gang’s activities. It can be said that he is the man behind them.

However, the mansion that he has only been to once is now in a state of decay, and there is a smell of blood.

It is said that it was swept by the new government’s Independent Commission Against Corruption.

Then Marka could only return in disgrace.

On the way there and on the way back, Marka saw many things happening in the military control areas. He had visited most of these places in the past, but when he saw them again, they were completely different from what he remembered.

These changes, reflected in his heart, made his thoughts quietly change.

After returning to the gang, he was summoned by the boss for questioning.

“What did Mr. Oron say?” the boss asked impatiently.

“Mr. Oron is finished.” Marka said.

He explained clearly to the boss what he had seen and heard.

After listening, the boss’s face showed fear and resentment.

“Damn it! He is useless! He brags every day about how awesome he is, how influential he is, and how powerful he is. In the end, when the alliance came, he was slaughtered like a dead dog?”

After cursing and venting his emotions, the boss turned to another person and asked, “What about those ‘good neighbors’ I asked you to contact? How did they turn out?”

The so-called good neighbors refer to the several forces around the block where they live. There are rebels and gangs. In the past, the relationship between them was good and bad, but in the boss’s opinion, at this time of life and death, everyone should unite and tide over the difficulties together.

So, he sent people to contact those “good neighbors” to form alliances.

However, he got bad news again.

“No one is willing to partner with us… The Pingkang Army said that they are negotiating with the government. The Haifeng Gang can no longer be found. It seems that they have been wiped out. The Ping’an Army has accepted the conditions of the Alliance Government and has completely surrendered. I almost couldn’t come back from there…”

“Fuck!”

The boss stood up and paced anxiously.

He muttered a lot.

“We can’t just let it go…”

“Let me think about what else we can do…”

“We can’t let those piglets go to work for the government like this…”

“Go kill, go scare!”

“What transport team? Blow it up when it passes by!”

…

The boss kept spewing out some vicious plans.

Malka sighed.

He said, “Boss, vote.”

“What?” The boss’s eyes suddenly turned and stared at Malka.

He has always ruled his gang with brutality, and he never allows a second voice in the gang except his own.

In the past, Malka would not dare to say anything under such a look.

But today, he dared to say, “Vote, there is no chance of winning. Along the way, I have seen too many military control areas, not just here, but all places in Mingyan City are undergoing transformation. I think the new government is really determined to completely change the entire nest city. To be honest, I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. Everyone can live a stable life…”

“Do you want to die!”

The boss took out his iconic weapon.

It was a specially modified pistol. The cracked muzzle could fire three large-caliber shotgun shells at the same time. Marka had seen the power of this thing with his own eyes. One shot would shatter a person’s entire upper body.

But Marka did not show much fear on his face.

He just sighed.

“Bang!”

The gunshot rang out.

Marka was fine, but there was a hole in the back of the head of the Laoshou boss.

There was a man behind him, holding a gun, and there was smoke coming out of the muzzle.

The boss’s sudden death shocked the other brothers in the room. Some were at a loss, some were at a loss, and some subconsciously pulled out their guns.

Marka shouted: “Put down your guns!”

“You killed the boss!” someone shouted.

“He wants to lead all of us to death!” Marka stared at him, “Do you want to be buried with him?”

The man was speechless.

Who wants to die?

“You’ve all seen what the neighborhood is like. Ask yourself, if they have a stable life, why would people follow us? People in other gangs and rebel groups either die or surrender. Those who die are not remembered by anyone, and those who live live a good life with the common people.”

“They say being in a gang is cool, but how many of us have really lived it? Why did you join a gang in the first place? Wasn’t it because you couldn’t make ends meet? Now that you can live, don’t you want to?”

“He is the boss, he has everything he wants, but he is greedy and will never accept the government’s conditions. What about us? Why should we follow him and die?”

“If he is just greedy and his mind is not clear, that’s fine, but didn’t you hear what he said just now? Aren’t the people in the neighborhood our own family and friends?”

“Don’t be wishful thinking. The era of gangs is over. There is no way out if we continue like this.”

“I plan to go to the government working group now to discuss the future of our Scorching Hands Gang. It would be best if we could be like the Peace Army, where everyone relies on the connections and favors they have made in the neighborhood over the years to help others, and maybe they will become officials in the future; if not, then we can just find a job, where we all have hands and feet, and life won’t be difficult.”

“What if they want us to die?”

“Then we’re done for.” Malka said expressionlessly, “Can’t you see clearly what’s going on now? If they want us to die, then we’re doomed, it’s just a matter of two days earlier or later!”

The person who asked the question fell silent.

“Do you have anything else to say? If not, I’ll go.”

In the silence, someone said, “You killed the boss, so you want to be the boss yourself? No one recognizes you yet, but you start talking like a boss?”

Malka replied, “In two days, the gang will be gone, whoever wants to be the boss can do it.”

…

What happened in the Scorching Hands Gang was just a microcosm.

In the eyes of Lieutenant General Hans, all the changes were clearer.

He hadn’t called Gu Hang to complain recently.

What else was there to complain about?

When the powerful governor got a group of reliable administrative personnel from somewhere and stationed them at the grassroots level in different blocks and started working, the intensity of the security battles faced by his troops dropped sharply.

Those riots and attacks were not completely gone, but at least they were reduced to a large extent.

Especially in some places where the situation was good, the troops stationed there were like on vacation.

And he could finally free up his hands to transfer troops from some places with higher security levels to some places with lower security levels.

Some “abandoned” blocks still need stronger military actions. Eliminate cults or stubborn gangs, split the crowds with force, and escort them all to temporary resettlement areas.

Although Mingyan City is still not a good place now. However, from the perspective of an outsider, Hans can clearly see that everything here is developing rapidly for the better.

Could it be that Koroja, which had been in chaos for thousands of years, could really undergo earth-shaking changes in the hands of that young governor?

Emotionally, he didn’t quite believe it. Those impressions of the past were too deeply rooted in his mind.

But rationally, he had to admit that everything would really change.

Just as he was sighing with emotion, he suddenly received another call from Gu Hang.

“Lieutenant General Hans, I am very satisfied with the work of your troops in Mingyan City. You have two months to deal with the situation in Mingyan City. After two months, you will be transferred to the next nest.”

Lieutenant General Hans immediately retracted his sigh.

Damn, you really don’t treat me as a human being, do you?

I haven’t even had a break yet, and I’m going to a new place again?

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Happy New Year everyone!

(End of this chapter)