Our Family Has Fallen
Chapter 1124 - 621: Operation Begins (Part 2)
"Our task this time is..."
"The target is aggressive, height..."
"The target’s location is near the residential area..."
"Action!"
"Yes!"
Many of them are newcomers, but the intense anti-corruption operations during this period have not broken them, instead, it has made them stronger after the training.
Quickly assimilate the task, then arrange the combat, leading squads into action, they showed professionalism far surpassing this era, along with highly efficient execution.
At least those instructors watching the ceremony, who are various heroes, could sense the strength of this team.
Geralt has traveled to many places and seen various so-called elite troops, and these police officers before him could only rank third.
Because the first is the Lord’s Honor Guard, the second is Hamlet’s army, so Hamlet’s police can only rank third.
It’s not about how strong they are or how well-equipped they are, but the spirit they exhibit is terrifying, as if their will is united, they know what they are fighting for.
Amanda and those people understood more clearly that choosing the Lord was the right decision, because it was that man leading them.
"I entrust you all."
Lance’s voice awakened them.
William, holding a dog leash in one hand and a spiked baton in the other, with the police badge pinned in front of his new uniform shining brightly, made Fergus excited, letting out a low growl.
Boudica had already started to become restless, her smile turning grotesque with her exertion, eager for a fight.
Laura, wrapped in a cloak, said nothing, just silently took out her bow and arrows, while the hawk perched on her shoulder suddenly became alert, unfolding its wings, and circled in low flight.
Margaret lifted her long spear, her face full of determination, as if infected by Lance’s words earlier, indeed, there is more to learn being by his side.
Geralt and Amanda also appeared here, and interestingly, Paracelsus was there too, according to her, she was here to inspect, so her goods wouldn’t be broken.
Except for Baldwin, Reynard and a few heroes staying in the wilderness handling affairs and didn’t come, basically everyone who could move, moved.
Those people were indeed dangerous figures, Lance wanted to train the police, not send them to their deaths, so naturally setting some people to control the situation was necessary.
Otherwise, if those guys ran away or couldn’t be handled, wanting to showcase in front of Hamlet’s people but instead showing a mess would be awkward.
Everyone started to move, but Lance stood on the stage staring at the empty ground, stunned, his face showing a trace of daze only when there was no one around.
Although he already understood the inevitability of human nature, the emergence of corruption and betrayal was still too fast, beyond his expectations.
Each one shouting loyalty, but doing these things, and in their eyes, it seemed normal.
Lance couldn’t tell, he really couldn’t, because he couldn’t feel any deceit, which meant they truly believed so.
Clearly, they were once at the bottom, victims of oppression, why did they become like this in such a short time?
Was everything he did meaningless?
The pressure brought by ignorance was even more terrifying than those monsters.
Because he could kill the monsters without hesitation, but he couldn’t kill all the people.
Dammit, old ancestor!
Blame him!
If that prick hadn’t caused so much trouble, I’d be having a silver party now, without having to think about these damn things, just leaving everything to time, believing in the wisdom of future generations would be fine.
Lance stood on stage for a while before coming down, thinking too much is useless, if problems arise, just solve them.
After Hamlet is reclaimed, there will be a significant amount of development to be done, the more unpaid labor, the better.
And that sanatorium is never filled...
To solve the housing issue for Hamlet’s immigrant population, Lance transformed more inns and also rented out several houses.
He just didn’t expect that in just a few months this place would become the most chaotic area in Hamlet, full of mercenaries, prostitutes, spies...
And in one of the houses, a woman was dressing in front of a mirror, but was also talking about something.
"That guy actually got caught, there’s been no news for days, this anti-corruption storm is indeed fierce."
"What anti-corruption? Isn’t it just them fighting amongst themselves."
A disdainful and contemptuous voice came from the bed on the side, where a young man was lying in disarray, still cursing.
"Sounds pleasant, but isn’t it the same? I said this place wouldn’t last long, that foolish Lord, can he be smarter than the ancestors?"
This couple came to Hamlet with a purpose, initially restricted in every way, but soon they started their operations.
However, the feedback information made them uncomfortable, this was a territory completely different from any other place in the Empire, where the Lord was a dictator controlling everything.
Many policies they couldn’t comprehend, because Hamlet’s bureaucrats themselves had no background or status, not even a second noble could be found in the whole of Hamlet.
A system functioning without the Nobility, this kind of place disconnected from their logical thinking aroused fear in them, of course, there was also jealousy and hatred repressed in the man’s heart.
If he were in Hamlet, wouldn’t he be better than those guys?
But unfortunately, his position destined him only to hold hostility towards Hamlet, since he couldn’t enjoy the benefits, through denying Hamlet he could find a sliver of comfort.
The woman wasn’t concerned about these things, even slightly annoyed, turning back with unease to question the man.
"Shouldn’t we leave now? It would be troublesome if he involves us."
"Haven’t you seen how chaotic it’s been around lately? I reckon it’ll collapse soon."
The woman was about to say something, but suddenly the door was knocked.
Both were startled, and exchanged glances, seeing the fright in each other’s eyes, one suddenly stood up, and the other sat up from the bed.
Then came the voice of the landlady.
"Open up, collecting trash fees."
But for people in this line of work, courage isn’t lacking, the man nodded to the woman signaling her.
The woman could only suppress the panic in her heart, and asked with a pinched voice.
"I haven’t heard of this?"
"It’s a new fee, hurry up, I’ve got other places to go."
The voice of the landlady outside was very distinct, being the street manager, the two had dealt with her before, and at this point, they relaxed a little.
"See, what did I say? They’re just randomly charging money." The man lay back on the bed contemptuously.
Under the constant urging, the woman could only go to open the door, but just as she showed her face, the police squad that had been waiting rushed in.
"Everyone squat down!"
"What are you doing?"
"Ah!"
"Shut up!"
The man on the bed still tried to struggle, but no one held back in handling him, they pinned him down, twisting his arms backward, handcuffing him.
A few slaps sobered up the shrieker, see if you can still act crazy.
Once the situation was controlled, the leader confirmed the two’s identities.
"You’re Mike, right, organizing prostitution, conducting espionage activities..."
Similar situations erupted in multiple locations in Hamlet, arrest actions rolled through Hamlet like a morning sun.
Some in particularly unique locations, in inns, or bustling areas with a dense population, would be lured in and surprised.
For those in isolated houses, they would clean the field, lock it down, then break the door, rush in, and control the scene.
Basically, going about it as reasonably as possible.
This action precisely targeted most before they even had time to react.
But the commotion of the arrests was still too loud, fortunately, these days, they had been continuously catching people, thus to some extent numbing those guys.
It’s just that for some mercenaries who live on the edge, the environmental changes outside were extremely sensitive, they quickly sensed something.
"Damn it! They’re acting!"
The shout alerted the Mercenary Corps, as they changed outfits, the window was broken, something smoking rolled in.