Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 382 The Great Eagle Plunders Genetic Original Sin: Freedom Fighter
The cleanup of the grassroots Runren community was only part of this special order maintenance operation.

That insignificant part.

The elite community of Aisha's descendants was the primary target of this raid.

They're rich!

Don't assume that the bald eagles' leaders follow any rules. The entire Anssa group are pirates, bandits by origin. They would never hesitate to plunder without consequence under any circumstances.

The reason they seem more refined and courteous these days is mainly because using financial means to reap profits is much faster than robbing people, so there's no need to resort to violence.

Now, it's becoming increasingly difficult to cut, and there are too many people dividing the cake.

Just when they were getting anxious and frustrated, a perfectly logical robbery occurred; it was exactly what they needed and at the perfect time.

The roar of armored vehicles shattered the tranquility of the elite community.

Adjacent to the elite universities of Bald Eagle, this top-tier community boasts a median house price exceeding eight million Bald Eagle coins, with its exquisite low-density residences showcasing the status of its residents.

The lawn in the courtyard is always meticulously manicured, the latest two-door sports car is parked in front of the door, and there is always a large wall of honor in the bright and clean living room, displaying the various medals and trophies that the children have won at Ivy League schools.

The residents here are practically synonymous with "success" among the Aisha descendants: super-rich, successful businessmen, tenured professors, renowned scholars; professional engineers, financial analysts, AI trainers, cryptocurrency upstarts...

The most notable feature of Bai Diao's high-end community is its poor public transportation infrastructure, with extremely low bus and subway access rates.

We cannot allow homeless people at the bottom of society to easily enter and exit this area, otherwise it will greatly increase the crime rate in these areas and affect the price and value of elite communities.

So when the National Guard of Bald Eagle added roadblocks to the main roads of the community and opened the signal jamming, the place instantly became a "black box" where people could enter but not leave, and even making phone calls was impossible.

The loudspeaker began to roar incessantly.

"All personnel, leave immediately! Undergo Imperial quarantine!"

The door to Villa No. 3 opened first, and a male owner wearing silk pajamas with a protruding belly walked out, giving the soldiers a righteous and indignant rebuke with a displeased expression.

"Listen up, soldiers! I don't know whose orders you're on, but to treat a distinguished citizen and taxpayer of the Empire so roughly is utterly absurd!"

"Perhaps my lawyer would be very happy to have a good talk with you and your boss..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

"You lot, go in and search. Anyone who tries to resist is allowed to be fired upon!"

A few minutes later, the woman and her child were roughly shoved out. The exquisite furniture in the house was ransacked, and the collected calligraphy, paintings, antiques, or artworks were carelessly thrown into black bags. The safe was forcibly opened, and cash, jewelry, gold bars, stocks, or real estate certificates were poured into special bags printed with "Federal Items".

"Stop! This is my legal property, protected by the laws of the White Eagle Empire!"

"What have you done? Why can't I make a call? I need to speak with my lawyer! Immediately!"

The team leader was quite polite and casually showed off a document.

"According to Article 7 of the Emergency Regulations, assets of suspected contaminated groups must be temporarily seized by the Federation to prevent the presence of certain sources of pollution that may pose a potential threat to the Empire."

"If you can still get out, you can have your lawyer contact Hugh South Asset Management Company!"

"Now, please cooperate with our work and don't make me lose patience, poor stranger!"

He emphasized the last few words, with an undisguised sarcasm.

Meanwhile, in the next room, another visiting professor from a renowned university was roughly dragged out of his bedroom by his arms. His robes were pulled open during the struggle, revealing the loose, white flesh of his chest and abdomen. He had lost one of his slippers and was walking with a limp.

Everyone in the community knows him well; he's a guy who's passionate about political commentary and was even once nominated as a candidate for "human rights defender." Everyone has seen photos of him with numerous white-collar politicians.

"No, I am a citizen of the White Eagle Citizen! You can't do this!"

The leading soldier was equally blunt: "Professor, the orders are for all potential carriers of danger. I don't know about your academic achievements, but your genes... that's original sin!"

"For public safety, please cooperate."

Overall, the arrests in the elite community were relatively lenient.

On the one hand, these bald eagle soldiers seemed to have been reprimanded by their superiors and were barely maintaining a semblance of politeness.

They were also unwilling to pressure these so-called "elites" too much, lest they cause themselves any trouble in the future.

After all, everyone knows that the first black-skinned president in the history of the White Eagle was ruined by a blond old man who used every legal and illegal means to destroy all his achievements during his term, just because he was "disrespectful" to a certain blond old man at an annual banquet.

Since the person is under control and the goods have been seized, we can be a little more polite.

On the other hand, it was because these elites of the Aisha lineage dared not resist, or even shout loudly, which made the atmosphere at the scene much more harmonious.

They had reserved all their anger and arrogance for their motherland. On this land far across the ocean, all that remained for them was devout prayer and hope in the legendary White Eagle Lawyer, who represented justice.

Truck after truck, filled with people, drove into the "Federal Emergency Containment Center," a private prison operator that was converted and expanded by the renowned "Blackstone Correctional Group."

Here, they will first go through the first round of screening.

These individuals will be initially categorized by nationality, and then further categorized by the completeness of their documentation.

Only a very small number of Dongxia people, rather than those of Dongxia descent, are taken to a separate reception center to await feedback from the Dongxia foreign affairs department, provided they have all the necessary documents and complete identification.

The reason is simple: behind them stands a massive, powerful nation that has become increasingly adept at challenging empires on the international stage in recent years.

Even the most insane empire must maintain a minimum level of procedural civility towards these people to avoid triggering diplomatic incidents.

As a philosopher once said, "Imperialists are arrogant; they will be unreasonable wherever they can be. If they do try to be reasonable, it's only because they are forced to."

Looking across the entire planet Blue Star, there are only a handful of creatures that can force White Eagle to make such a choice.

As for the other Aisha people, or those who have long since renounced their original nationality, or even those of Aisha descent who are ashamed of their original nationality, they will once again experience the survival rules of the white pirates.

The Blackstone Correctional Group is a true, long-established, and powerful force within the Empire. They have scalped Native American chiefs, whipped the president of the Southern Continent regime, hanged captured dictators, and ruthlessly humiliated every "big shot" who was famous outside but insignificant to the White Eagle...

These elites are insignificant compared to them.

The heavy steel doors of the containment center slammed shut behind me, the clanging of metal echoing in the empty corridors. The illusion that had just been treated gently was quickly and mercilessly crushed.

People were herded into different halls according to their gender.

"Everyone, take off your clothes! Now!"

A cold, commanding voice came from the loudspeaker. Armed guards stood on high ground, looking down at the crowd. After a brief standoff, an elderly man who was a little slow to react was stabbed hard in the waist by a guard with a baton, letting out a violent scream. This group of former elites finally gave up their dignity and began to frantically and desperately try to cover themselves up, but they could not cover themselves up at all.

Expensive custom-made suits, silk shirts, Italian leather shoes, neutral watches... along with the dignity of these elites, were carelessly discarded on the stained cement floor.

The room looked like it was crowded with plucked "turkeys".

Soon, the first bloodshed occurred, which made them even more obedient.

The woman was a plump woman named Ai Xiayi, around fifty years old. She wore a large jade ring on her ring finger, which had become deeply embedded in her flesh because she hadn't taken it off for so long.

A burly female guard in a gray uniform tried to pull the cloth down several times but failed, which triggered the woman's painful and terrified screams and struggles.

"That stingy old woman is such a hassle."

The female guard muttered something and waved to the side, "Someone come here! I suspect that what she has in her hand is a specially made container, possibly containing spy tools or a source of contamination!"

Soon, another guard came over carrying a gleaming fire axe.

"Hold her down."

With a swift movement, the axe fell. Several fingers flew to the ground, splattering blood onto the surrounding naked bodies, eliciting gasps of shock, the loudest of which was the scream of the woman involved.

The guard, expressionless, turned the axe handle and struck hard. The scream stopped abruptly, and the plump woman collapsed to the ground like a sack of mud, her body twitching unconsciously.

The elites who witnessed all of this fell into complete silence. They finally began to realize that this was not a problem that could be solved by lawyers or public opinion.

Law? Don't be ridiculous. If the White Eagle's president wanted to, he could issue dozens of executive orders in a matter of minutes, each of which could easily bypass the law or precisely hit the middle ground of those laws.

Only power can truly guarantee human rights.

However, the conflict on Blue Star has escalated to such an extent that even the powerful Eastern Xia seems to have lost its reason to take care of these "people" who are still lingering on the enemy territory of White Eagle and are reluctant to leave.

Then, these "turkeys" were herded into the shower room in groups, just like in a slaughterhouse. After being roughly sprayed with disinfectant, each person received a rough orange-red jumpsuit with a conspicuous black number printed on the back.

The living area was a converted prison cell, where spaces originally designed for eight people were crammed with twenty. There were no beds, only thin, moldy mattresses piled on the concrete floor.

The only window was welded with thick iron bars, and the dim, pale light inside cast long, mottled marks of time on the stained walls.

What followed was a long and agonizing wait.

Detainees await their lawyers, while emergency shelters await their breakdowns.

During this period, the Empire will not keep these "high-risk infected" for nothing.

The daily food and drinking water supply was insufficient to meet even the most basic needs, and all additional requirements were clearly priced.

Food costs 600 yuan per serving, and you can pay extra for a better set meal. Bottled water costs 300 yuan per bottle, and cigarettes cost 200 yuan each. As for medicine, a small bottle of painkillers costs 50,000 yuan, and a strip of nitroglycerin costs 80,000 yuan.

The currency unit was the official standard currency, which jingled like a white eagle's bell.

As for these guys who have been stripped bare of all their bodies except for body hair, where will they get money? No problem, Blackstone Group is very attentive. There are ATMs in the containment area, as well as well-dressed stockbrokers on-site to help you sell assets, liquidate securities, and even get high-interest loans.

Of course, all transactions are subject to an "emergency service fee" or "risk discount fee" of 50% to 90%.

After a period of deception, robbery, coercion, and enticement, once it's confirmed that no more profit can be extracted from them, these "dried-up turkeys" will be added to the next transfer list and sent to the Andrew Institute's laboratory to receive the opportunity for "advanced study" and "dedication to science."

Of course, a small incident also occurred during this time.

A well-known public intellectual of Xia descent, known for his criticism of his motherland and extreme anti-Xia sentiments, and generally referred to as a "fighter" by those who know him, voluntarily drove to the outpost outside this "emergency shelter."

Seeing the somewhat bewildered guards, he smoothed his hair and began to speak in fluent, slightly passionate English:
"I admire freedom!"

"If I had to choose between life and liberty, I would choose to steadfastly defend my right to liberty!"

“Since this great nation needs to establish a segregation zone for the Xia people, I have come here voluntarily to prove my loyalty to freedom. I hope to be a great witness and prove my devotion to democracy and freedom!”

The guard pressed the intercom.

Soon, he was led into an interrogation room numbered "7B". This place seemed to have been used frequently in the past few days. Even with the ventilation system humming, there was still a lingering smell in the air, a mixture of vomit, the stench of feces and urine, and a faint smell of blood.

The public intellectual was roughly handcuffed to a metal chair fixed to the ground. At this moment, although his eyes still shone with a martyr-like light, they were now tinged with doubt and panic.

Two interrogators dressed in black combat uniforms, without any insignia, stood before him. One of them was slowly putting on a thin pair of rubber gloves while beginning to ask questions.

"Name?"

He straightened his back and flashed a fawning smile: "You should know who I am! I'm a columnist for 'The Beacon of Freedom,' and I've received the 'Defender of Truth' medal, awarded personally by the governor!"

“I have 1.5 million followers on social media! I have done many things to oppose that evil dictatorship!”

The presiding officer and his colleague exchanged a glance, a look tinged with a hint of joy, the kind of scrutiny one would show when observing an animal in the laboratory beginning to behave abnormally.

Who is your superior?

The "fighter" was stunned, then felt a sense of absurdity: "Online? What online? I didn't log on! I came here on my own! Didn't you understand what I said?"

“I said, if this great nation deems it necessary to establish a quarantine zone to deal with the crisis, then I am willing to be the first to walk in…”

The presiding officer abruptly interrupted him: "How much do you know about the 'containment center'? What information do you plan to steal? How do you plan to send intelligence out?"

Oh my God, no!

Mr. "Fighter" became excited, and the shackles binding his body rattled loudly.

"I am not a spy! I am a writer! A scholar! A defender of human rights and freedom. I am here to prove the greatness of democracy and freedom..."

"A very stubborn spy, let's get to the point!"

A row of black suction cups was attached to the guy's body. The presiding judge turned on the switch and turned the knob.

In the interrogation room, a scream that was not human suddenly erupted. Mr. "Fighter" was like a fish being pulled out of the water, his body violently bouncing, twisting and convulsing on the chair.

Yellow liquid spread between his legs.

The current stopped, and he slumped into the chair like a rag doll, his chest heaving violently, while the presiding judge's cold words came once again.

"Tell me, what is your plan?"

The "fighter" was drooling and his eyes were glazed over, but he still tried to argue in a trembling voice: "No...you can't do this to me...I've eaten with the senator! I've written headlines for The Voice of the White Eagle! I've criticized that dictatorial, barbaric country for twenty years!"

"You...you can't do this to me..."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

After another round of interrogation, the "fighter's" eyes were unfocused, and the strand of hair that once symbolized his integrity was stuck to his forehead with sweat and filth. He began to give incoherent and nonsensical confessions.

"It's...it's a frog! My superior is a green frog!"

"Intelligence is transmitted via microwave oven..."

“My superior is… Mickey Mouse! No, Santa Claus! Yes! His secret base is in the North Pole…”

The presiding judge shook his head helplessly.

"Record!"

"The suspect consistently used highly ideological performances and emotionally charged language in an attempt to disrupt the interrogation and conceal his true purpose. He must have received rigorous counter-interrogation training."

"He has admitted to being a spy, but his confession contained a lot of false information. Increase the pressure!"

"Fainted?"

The presiding officer checked his carotid artery. "Get the doctor to come and take a look, don't kill him. Wait until he recovers, then continue the interrogation!"

"By the way, check on this guy's family. They might know something. Also, look into any potential financial dealings between him and the East. We're sure to find some clues!"

After another interrogator finished calling the doctor and hung up the phone, he asked with a curious look, "Boss, how were you so sure he was a spy from the start?"

The presiding judge took off his gloves, threw them into the yellow medical waste bin in the corner, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"At a time like this, who else would dare to come over instead of hiding? Besides that die-hard spy from the red country, who else would do such a thing?"

"Moreover!"

"All he talks about is 'democracy' and 'freedom'!"

"Don't we know that this country is neither democratic nor free?"

(End of this chapter)