I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Nine and a half of the ten clans of his two adopted sons were killed, nine clans were completely wiped out, and most of the tenth clan died. Their reputation became so bad in the local area that no one knew who dug up their ancestral graves.

At the same time, there is a tendency to extend to other areas. Seeing that the momentum is not right, Medea immediately ordered the local army and police forces to severely stop the situation where it was out of control.

Medea broadcasts live to the entire league almost every day to cool down the emotions and let citizens give the league some time.

At the same time, provide a transparent explanation of the current situation and the specific implementation standards of the policies previously delegated.

Putting aside other things, when Medea found out that the free supplies she had paid for were misinterpreted as being charged for, she was very angry. This bitch is really a toad lying on the ground.

She had no intention of shielding anyone, nor did she have any reason to do so.

However, the large number of cases in a short period of time overwhelmed the local analysis capabilities, and the central special staff responsible for the review were easily fatigued and made misjudgments and wrong judgments, which was obviously not worth the cost.

Expanding the audit team will undoubtedly provide room for the current law enforcement team, whose loyalty is guaranteed, to infiltrate. It would be better to audit them bit by bit, starting with the big ones and then the small ones, and strive to solve the problem gradually.

At the same time, there are a large number of corrupt officials whose assets are not even within the alliance. Even their wives are found to satisfy the alliance, and their real families are overseas.

Mitia did not tolerate this. If the amount of money involved was large or the person managed to escape, Mitia would contact the country through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

She did not ask for a 100% return of the stolen money, but only for half to be given to the other party's relatives, and the rest to be donated to the country as a reward for hard work.

The vast majority of countries have accepted this request. The Seris Alliance has already traced the source, and it would be inappropriate for them to continue to play dumb.

Although there is no extradition treaty between them, they still have to do some business with the Alliance. They are afraid that if they embezzle this money, the Alliance will ask them to pay it back in other ways.

In comparison, taking half would be a waste of money, and handing over the worthless relatives could be considered a favor.

There were also countries that refused to return them, because what they got was not the useless things of their relatives, but high-ranking state officials within Seris, who more or less possessed some secrets within the alliance.

They don't know or remember technical information, and the alliance also intends to keep the technology confidential so that too many irrelevant people don't know about it, let alone master it.

But they can also get other information from these people, such as how the system works, the approximate level of equipment used by the military and police, the population of the states under their jurisdiction, the output value, and so on.

Medea was not surprised that other countries refused to hand over this group of people. She directly used the second plan. If she couldn't bring the people back, she could just take some of their body parts.

Even if they cannot take the parts away, their colleagues in the chemical department will provide them with technical assistance, allowing them to experience the deadly beauty that is unique to chemistry.

At the same time, the Ministry of Foreign Trade also directly increased punitive import tariffs on goods other than raw materials exported by the country to Serbia.

Let's see whether Serbia, as a country with a trade surplus, is suffering more or the country where these products are dumped, which has a long-term trade deficit, is suffering more.

The outflow of citizens' property is certainly abominable, but allowing the other party to go unpunished is even more intolerable for all citizens. In comparison, the loss of money does not seem too important.

Local governments have to use their own fiscal surplus to fill this part of the deficit, and welfare benefits within the public system are reduced or exempted in proportion to the amount, which is a disguised system of collective responsibility.

Don't think that it's not your money and don't take it lightly. Don't try to play tricks on me.

Medea wants to tell these people with stable jobs very clearly that I will find the culprit and I will take your money!

Chapter 173 I am your grandfather’s grandfather!

In the ongoing purge, Medea has been continuously cooling down the domestic environment.

But the current situation is clearly a large-scale liquidation, and many old folks who are responsible for taking care of their children and grandchildren at home and supporting them outside are getting a little anxious.

Many old comrades were invited out as reinforcements and were taken to the capital by special vehicles. Many people hoped to use their reputation to make the queen stop.

They actually drove to the gate of the Queen's Palace with gifts and asked for a meeting. Medea did not stop them. She said, "If you want to come, I will see you." She was also very curious about how these people wanted to make her change her mind.

We were given a high-level reception throughout our journey into the capital, with traffic police leading the way, special police cars providing protection, and some sections of the road being blocked and cleared one by one to form direct routes.

The result after the meeting surprised many people.

"Miss, these are fish caught from our village stream. Although they are small, they are very fresh. My family has relied on them to save lives in the past. I brought a few for you to try."

"Your Majesty, this is the fruit from our place. The hungry cow that stole the fruit was beaten to death by the nobles' lackeys. Later, we won the victory, and now we can pick and eat it freely. You can also taste the fruits of victory."

"And me, and me, old man, I brought rice, refined rice without any shells!"

"In the past, we paid 7% of the rent from the crops we planted, and the rest was not enough for the whole family. We could only let the children search the fields one by one for the remaining rice grains, and mix them with the husks that the manor owner didn't want, and add them to water to eat for a year."

"That stuff hurts my throat when I eat it, and it can only fill me up with water. I was so hungry every day that I had no strength. Now we don't have to eat that stuff anymore. Life is so good."

"This is my treasure! Look! A big potato! The pointy-eared expert lives in our village and works on this every day. Look, it's as big as a fist! One acre of land can produce a lot!"

"Is it true? Let me take a look."

'Let me see it too!'

Medea looked at the group of old men and women in front of her, who were noisily gathering together to stuff local specialties into her mouth, and then gathered together to study the big potatoes. She felt quite amused.

There were more than a dozen doctors standing in the cubicle of the conference room, ready for action. The youngest of these elders was in his early 60s, while the oldest was nearly 80, which was definitely considered longevity for humans in this era.

Calculating their ages, most of them were in their golden age of 30 to 40 years old when Medea led the army. At the very least, they had to be a general at the commander-in-chief level to continue working in the army at this age.

In other words, they either watched Mitia grow up or developed, and most of them treated her like a half-daughter.

These generals made an indispensable contribution to the fact that Alyssa was able to bring up Medea alone and maintain the morale of the territory's army.

Anna arranged a medical team before because she was afraid that they might get angry and develop some illness, but now it seems that the arrangement was in vain.

Instead, they were worried that these old men and women would insist on showing off everything they brought to the Queen at the upcoming dinner.

Anna was also a little confused

They did not seem to have the intention of running to the Queen to speak well of their juniors or former comrades as she had expected. Instead, it seemed that they were using this opportunity to chat with the Queen at close range about daily life.

Some people actually think so, but...

They didn't even have time to sit still. As soon as they opened their mouths to say a few words, they were kicked out of the car by these former classmates and comrades. Naturally, the only ones left were those who were on group tours.

No one stopped me?

Who dares to stop?

He looks back at you and asks you which unit you are from without even asking your name.

If you tell him/her the information, he/she can help you trace back to when your unit was established, the meaning of the unit number, and who your former superiors were. It might have been him/her.

The person who beat him and the one who got beaten were all former superiors and leaders. Why stop them? Don't hang around them. If they turn around and beat you with a cane, it will be in vain.

The internal security forces controlled by Anna only provided protection along the periphery and did not conduct any snooping or investigation. This was the minimum respect for them and for myself.

If even they themselves, who represent official organizations, do not respect these veterans, the consciousness of the entire alliance will collapse as a result of this influence.

This can be considered as an open conspiracy against Medea. As long as she wants to maintain the operation of the rules, she will always need to take the requests of these senior heroes and martyrs' relatives seriously.

However, they overlooked one point: the number of people who have forgotten their original intentions is definitely not greater than those who have not forgotten them.

What Anna and the others worried about did happen at the dinner. Apart from listening to them talk about their past great achievements, Medea spent most of the time eating.

The atmosphere at the banquet was always warm and lively. Medea did not act like a queen and would eat whatever food was given to her.

She had to try the fish and had to eat at least a bowl of rice and the potatoes. The food tasted much better. It seemed that the elves were really talented in this area.

Medea ate some of the vegetables and meat that others had sent. Many of them were once local specialties, the so-called special supplies, but now they have all been declared public property so that ordinary people can also have a taste of them.

Seeing that it was getting late, the show ended.

After the meal, even though Medea was able to quickly convert food into energy, he still felt a little full.

As she said goodbye to each veteran, Anna followed behind her and patted her back from time to time.

Before leaving, the old lady held her hand and said, "I don't understand much else, but my eyesight is not blurry. I can still see clearly what day it was before and what day it is now. Don't worry about those old things. We can help you settle it!"

Medea could feel the rough touch of the hands holding her tightly.

It was like a roll of paper that had been deformed by rain and beating, seemingly wrinkled and fragile but surprisingly tough. Her hand was firmly wrapped in the center, protected, delicate and fresh without any damage.

'Your Majesty, you can do whatever you want. We are a bunch of old men who have sworn an oath under the flag. We are still alive. My country will be great the moment I close my eyes! I will never allow these bugs to get up again!'

"Yes! Some people forget their roots, but we don't. I didn't expect that at this age, we old bones can still make use of our remaining energy. It's great."

Looking at the group of old men and women in front of her who were ready to support her, Medea smiled particularly brightly.

This country was not built by her alone. It is the result of the joint efforts of countless people, and naturally they should be protected together.

She had a feeling that some people were going to be in big trouble.

The night will pass

Starting from noon the next day, the movements of the Black and White Devils, which had slowed down before, became frequent again. The difference from before was that there were one or two old men wearing old military uniforms and with serious faces mixed in the special surveillance and internal affairs convoys.

The bus and explosion-proof vehicle arrived at the military residential area, and after showing the special approval documents and procedures to the guards at the door, they drove in unimpeded.

As soon as the car stopped, the old man holding the file got out of the car with the careful help of the surrounding soldiers. He straightened his military cap and shouted downstairs with full energy: "I fuck you, Tucker boy! Get off!"

Heads or prying eyes popped up from the balconies on many floors.

If their guess was correct, this Tucker was the retired old leader with the rank of general in their compound, and his son now held an important position in the capital's military. Who has the courage to do that?

A young man popped his head out from the balcony of one of the houses and yelled at the people downstairs: "Noise! ​​Who dares to call my grandfather by his name? Are you tired of living?"

"Your grandpa? I'm your grandpa's grandpa! You son of a bitch, tell him to come down now, don't force me to come up and slap him in the face."

Chapter 174: Going with the flow

The young man was about to curse again, but when he saw the color matching of the uniforms worn by the players around him, he immediately swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He quickly turned around and went back into the room and knocked gently on the door of his grandfather's bedroom.

Before he could knock a second time, the door opened by itself from the inside. Old Tucker, who had said he was resting in the room, was now standing at the door wearing his former military uniform.

He pushed the man away and walked out of the house.

"grandfather..."

The young man shouted anxiously and confusedly.

Old Tucker turned around and took a close look at his grandson, as if he wanted to remember his face deeply, then he opened the door and walked out.

Walking down the corridor, Tucker felt colder and colder.

There are soldiers specially assigned to guard the door for retired cadres of his level, but today, when he walked through the corridor, no one came out to check on him.

He thought a lot along the way, until he saw the old man with the documents downstairs, Old Tucker smiled and greeted him: "Old Chief..."

The old man looked up at him, handed the file bag in his hand to the member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs next to him, and then slapped Old Tucker in the face with his backhand, and the empty sleeve of his left arm passed through the air:

"Fuck you! What did I tell you when I was retiring? You said everything to my face, but you turned a deaf ear to me, right?"

A resounding slapping sound rang out in the courtyard. The people who were peeping from above gasped in shock, and the surrounding monitoring team members immediately supported the old man and Old Tucker.

The slap was so powerful that Old Tucker almost fainted because of his frail body.