Shadow Empire

Chapter 608: A difficult task [666+30]
Human happiness cannot be hidden.

When you think of happy things, you smile. That's what human beings are like.

Boni has been living a good life recently. He and his family have moved out of the shack they built in the New Port area and rented a house at the junction of the Port area and the New Port area.

It’s not that he can’t afford to rent a better house, it’s simply because he doesn’t want his family to be too far away.

Although in the eyes of many people, the occupation of the New Port area by refugees has become a huge stain on the city and the dirtiest place.

But there, he and his brothers can keep their family safe.

With a clean house and enough food to fill their stomachs, life is on track and the future is bright.

He even started to consider finding places for his younger brothers and sisters to go to school, something he had never dared to think about in the past.

The person who enables him to do this is right in front of him.

He is a young man who knows how to be grateful. Everyone likes a person who knows how to be grateful, Paul is like this, Alberto is like this, and Lance is like this too.

Of course, this does not mean that those who are grateful and like people who are grateful must become dead or are about to become dead.

"Thanks to your care, Mr. Lance, I am living a good life now."

Lance studied him. "You look much more alert than last time."

"I heard that there have been a lot of refugee groups recently, and some of them have made their living by robbing other people's food or wealth, right?"

Bonnie said indignantly, "Yes, sir."

"I know there are several small gangs that are like this, and the police don't care..."

How can the police possibly care about refugees? They are not even citizens of the Federation!

Just like those illegal immigrants, as long as they don’t actively create conflicts with federal legal citizens, the police basically won’t take the initiative to intervene.

As for problems among the refugees, as long as no one is killed, they will not send police out.

This is not a lack of morality, but a very realistic problem, that is, police force also has a cost.

If police resources are used on these non-citizens, some more selfish groups will jump out and accuse the federal police of wasting taxpayers' money.

Although most people do not have to pay taxes so far, they still consider themselves as taxpayers.

However, it won’t be long before the tax law reform is implemented with the implementation of the Security Law. At that time, we will enter a stage where we will have to pay taxes even if we earn a penny.

Lance listened to Bonnie's description of the situation in Newport and reminded him, "You can play a bigger role. You can stop crime and even punish them."

"I gave you a chance because I thought you were a good kid and should take on more responsibilities. I didn't want you to just be a..." Lance shook his head slightly, "a working contractor or something like that."

"Think about this carefully. Using violence in this situation is undoubtedly a good solution."

"At least it's better for you to use violence against others than for others to use violence against you."

Boni was silent after hearing this. After all, he was just a boy with some backbone. It might take some changes for him to become the leader of a violent group all of a sudden.

He agreed, "I will seriously consider what to do."

Lance just smiled. It takes time for everyone to awaken. Just because he is optimistic about Bonny, it doesn't mean Bonny will necessarily become the brightest star.

Everyone has opportunities, he has them, and so do others.

Missing the topic, he asked again, "Do you know that some refugees went to the port area to attend a rally?"

Boni nodded. "I know a little bit. I heard that they are going to appeal to people to care about the refugees...people..."

After watching the man for a long time without him saying anything, Lance gave a hint, "Human rights?"

Bonnie immediately showed an expression of approval, "Yes, Mr. Lance, it is human rights."

"They said we should get more people to pay attention to the situation of the refugees, maybe some big shot will come and help us."

“The situation over there is really too difficult right now.”

As he spoke, Bonny fell silent. He was also one of the refugees. Now he had pulled his legs out of the quagmire, but there were still many more people who were stuck in it.

He didn't know what to do to change this, and when someone wanted to try to do something for them, he felt from the bottom of his heart that this was a note and a good person.

At least people shouldn't die of hunger or freeze to death in the winter.

Lance has actually solved the survival problems of many refugees. He found jobs for them and distributed some supplies in the winter. However, compared with the increasingly large refugee group, these individual reliefs are useless.

He also believed that in order to change the status quo, more powerful figures needed to step forward, such as... the mayor, governor, or even the federal president.

He did not say that he supported the actions of these people, but he did not show obvious resistance or opposition either.

"Do you know who it is?" Lance asked.

Boni was stunned for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know, sir." He already had some doubts in his heart, and the doubts soon became reality. "Help me find this person."

Bonnie seemed a little nervous. "Can I ask why?"

Lance curled his lips and reached out to put some not-so-tidy little things on the table in order. What he said was just like what he did, all trivial things. "He used the wrong means."

No ruler would like this method of achieving one's own goals by coercing more people. Although it is useful sometimes, it is also annoying.

Bonnie nodded, "I see."

Lance nodded slightly, "Relax and complete the task I gave you. Good days are still to come!"

After Bonny came out of Lance's company, seven or eight teenagers around 17 or 18 years old who were squatting across the street all stood up.

They were wearing the cheapest suits available in the port area, 50 cents for a two-piece suit. They were all second-hand or even third- or fourth-hand clothes that had been worn by others. They were not necessarily matching, but the key was that they were cheap.

Then a pair of cheap suspenders, these teenagers only need to look at them to know that they are not rich.

They crossed the street and came to Bonnie, surrounding him.

They all knew that Boni knew the big boss, otherwise he wouldn't have the money to solve some problems and wouldn't have been able to get some job opportunities.

Everyone follows him in the hope that they can change their own lives through his changes.

"Is there anything we can do?" Boni's good friend asked.

This good friend was his neighbor, and the situation quickly reversed after the war broke out.

A few days ago people were still discussing how long it would take to retreat to the capital of the Dantra Republic, and a few days later they began to discuss the fact that the front-line troops had been surrounded and annihilated.

Then the war spread from the Republic of Dantra to Slad.

Those who lived near the border had to pack up and flee.

Wars in this era are a competition of population, numbers, and the determination to not fear death.

The first batch of residents who retreated were quickly conscripted into the army and returned to the front line, but it didn't take long for them to become a pile of corpses.

The two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war over Slad's easternmost province. Many people died on the battlefield every day, and many more were sent to the front line.

Boni's father had been sent to the front, and his mother and relatives brought them to the Federation.

His neighbors also fled with them.

If there is anyone else he can trust except his family who deserve his unconditional trust, who else can he trust?

Well, this neighbor and good brother is one of them.

He definitely had to answer his good brother's question, but he was more or less hesitant. After all, he knew why Lance was looking for this person.

Under the concerned looks of other friends, he finally had to say, "Mr. Lance wants to know who organized today's rally."

They were all too young, just teenagers, and now they seemed to be well-dressed and not hungry, so they were not chosen by those people.

But they all knew about it.

Someone immediately asked with doubt, "Does Mr. Lance want to help him?"

His good brother sneered, "You think too simply. This person's methods must be annoying, and he offended someone. Then someone wants to know who offended him, that's it."

Their eyes finally fell on Boni, who could only nod, "Yes, he is right, this method is too unfriendly."

For many refugees, the person who organized the rally is a hero of the refugees!
He really intended to change the current situation of refugees through some means, and he really did it. He is a hero!
They didn't care whether what he did was appropriate or friendly, they only cared that he could do it.

Asking them to betray the hero might be easier for adults, but for these teenagers, it's a little...not so easy.

Someone immediately said with some resistance, "Mr. Lance asked us to betray the person who is working for us!"

“Shh!”, someone covered his mouth, “You are crazy, this is not a refugee camp, be careful.”

The person who spoke belatedly looked at those people who were obviously not easy to deal with. Fortunately, they had no intention of causing trouble for him, mainly because they did not hear him.

There is a lot of noise on the roadside, including the noise from car tires, the sound of horns, people talking, and all kinds of noise.

Boni's face was gloomy. "Let's go back first."

The group did not object. This was indeed not the place to talk, so they trotted quickly towards the new port area.

They are refugees themselves, so it is normal for them to identify with and empathize with this refugee identity. There is nothing to say.

But this task became a little tricky.

(End of this chapter)