The house was originally worth only one million, but if Garros spoke, the other party knew that it was a rich noble who wanted to buy it, the price would definitely increase sharply. Perhaps the owner himself had no idea of ​​selling the house. At this time, the noble privileges became of great significance. Forcing civilians to move out through official threats is indeed the best way to get a house. However, in terms of post-compensation, Garros still had to pay one million, even one million, and a half million, or more, and delivered it to civilians through other channels under some reasonable excuse. This number will not be too much, nor will it exceed the limit of two million. But no matter what, it will definitely not be less than the value of the house itself.

In this way, Garros gained a house and a good reputation at the same time. The civilians would be grateful for his generous and generousness, which not only helped him get rid of the trouble of dangerous houses, but also greatly improved the living conditions of his family. Garros also avoided endless price disputes and obtained actual benefits.

Nobles need civilians who are obedient and obedient. The same is true for the empire. Not everyone in this world is a supreme saint who understands the truth. More of them are ordinary people who are frugal. They can beat the heads of blood for one dollar, and they even go on strike and riot about it. But as long as you give this dollar in another way, the satisfaction and superiority of civilians will increase exponentially, and the support for the nobles and government will soar to an unprecedented level.

Take the civilians who had forced Garros to buy a house as an example. They have now become the group of people who admire Garros the most. They will never know that they had a chance to suddenly increase several times, or even more than ten times, for the chance to gain benefits. They will only be forever grateful to Garros for saving themselves. As for Garros's move to pretend to be a model on the land and refilling the foundation and building a new building on the other side, it is also regarded by the civilians as "using money and technical means to rebuild the environment." They always have a special way of understanding of giving up what they don't want.

This is the aristocrat's obsession with cleanliness. No matter what purpose you want to achieve, no matter whether what you want to do harms the interests of the common people, as long as compensation is made at that time or afterwards, the common people will no longer be angry and then develop resistance, it is the result that the nobles want.

The most prominent example is charity. In fact, the nobles exploit too many benefits from civilians. However, they have a series of complete publicity agencies such as TV stations and newspapers. Whether on the Internet or TV newspapers, you can often see that a certain charity school is completed, and a critically ill patient who is helpless receives free donations from a nobleman and regains a new life. In fact, these things are manifestations of aristocratic obsession. The oppression of civilians must be stopped in time, and you must know that you must also give it while collecting it. Just like if you have a fancy to a civilian beauty, you can use reasonable excuses to hire her to your company as an employee. Then use emotional offensive to make her submission.

Most civilians have no knowledge. TV stations play real-life versions of Cinderella and Prince every day. It’s nothing more than a working girl being spotted by a handsome and golden heir, and then developing a romantic and warm love story. These soap operas have a very obvious brainwashing effect on young girls. They never think that they were recruited into the company for conspiracy, they only think that the Duojin Junnan who is wandering around them every day has unique vision, and they are also willing to take off their clothes and lie on the other party’s bed... When the nobles’ wishes are satisfied,

After the cut is finished, I will look very difficult again and tell the girl: My family has booked me a marriage very early. The other party is the daughter of a certain consortium, and I love you very much, but if I don’t agree to them, they will inevitably attack you and affect your family, so let’s forget it. As compensation, I will give you a lot of money. Be sure to take it, don’t think that I abandon you, but this evil society is like this. Don’t worry, I will not forget you, I will always carry your photos with you and love you forever.

There are too many similar scenes in TV series. Young girls always think that the other party is not wrong, and they can only leave with a check and crying, looking for a buyer who can truly marry him from other men they know.

This is also the aristocratic obsession. Only those who give enough money to girls are qualified to call them nobles. If they change the kind of guy who plays with women and is unwilling to pay, they will only arouse contempt in the aristocratic circle. Everyone must obey the rules, and whether they play or play games, they cannot arouse the disgust of the civilians. Of course, there are things that are difficult to deal with, and they must rely on police, army and other state machines to come forward. But that situation means that killing must be used as a means to settle. None of the nobles will use this method unless they are absolutely necessary.

Garros never looked down on Britto. The Clemen family is a nouveau riche. Whether it is cultural heritage or property, they are not as good as the real nobles. What made Garros angry was that he was already using gentle means and was completely destroyed by Britto. Doesn’t this bastard know the rules between nobles? Did he think this is the empire’s territory and can do whatever he wants?

Suddenly, Garros, who was gritting his teeth, felt a powerful aura appearing behind him. He subconsciously turned around and saw Su Hao wearing a white bib, covered in blood, holding a scalpel in his left hand, holding a gun in his right hand, and a murderous face full of murderous aura.

"Bang----"

Brito saw Su Hao raise his hand and pull the trigger all the movements. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but he felt an extremely powerful force hit his body directly. Then there was a dizzy momentum, the whole world was in chaos, and all the space and directions felt instantly unsuccessful, and then he felt a heavy impact everywhere in his body. It was the result of countless fists and legs pounding on the surface of his body. Brito was thrown out before he even understood what was going on.

The bullet was carrying a fire and drilled straight into the head of Brito's bodyguard closest to Su Hao. The thick millimeter-caliber warhead was equivalent to a shell, and the bodyguard's head exploded on the spot. Before the body that had lost its head fell completely to the ground, Su Hao shot out the second and third bullets in succession.

Only a distance of more than ten meters, people could not see his movements clearly. Everything seemed to be back to the night in the tavern. Su Hao raised his hand and feet, and a strong wind blew up, blowing the onlookers' clothes flying. Your bodyguards beside Brito were caught off guard and staggered back under the explosion and wind pressure. Su Hao didn't plan to give them a chance at all, and the bullets shot one after another hit the target accurately. It took less than two seconds from the first to the sixth.

When Su Hao flashed to Brito's strongest subordinate, that is, the third-level bodyguard, all the bullets in the revolver were shot out, and the other party roared and swung his fist at him. The distance was too short and the time was too little. The third-level bodyguard could not draw the gun at all, nor could he draw out weapons such as daggers. The sudden change even made him unable to think like fear. The third-level bodyguard saw that Su Hao's target was Brito. Just as the moment his right fist was raised, a cold white light suddenly flashed through his throat. The bodyguard, who was as strong as the third-level bodyguard, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his right fist fell instantly, tightly covering his throat cut by the knife, opened his mouth wide, making a meaningless "hoho" Yu howl, kneeling heavily on the ground full of sand and rolling in pain.

Su Hao's face turned pale and strode to Brito. His right wrist shook heavily, and the pistol drum flashed out from the side with the remaining heat. Su Hao stared at Brito, who was falling on the ground and gasping for breath, and took out a few bullets from his pocket to load it quickly. Although Brito's body hurt so much, he also felt the danger of being close at hand. He threw down the long shotgun in his hand, turned the corner, and arched up, trying to escape behind Philip or Garros before Su Hao fired the shot. In his opinion, only those two people could truly protect himself.

The gunshot fired, and Brito, who had just jumped up from the ground, screamed, and fell from the air and fell to the ground. His left buttocks were covered with blood and blood. Su Hao used a powerful shotgun with close range, and countless steel balls and iron sand covered Brito's lower body, and his entire left buttock was almost broken. He suddenly turned his head, glared at Su Hao who was walking closer with his bloodshot eyes, and cursed.

"You damn civilian, I'm from the Clement family..."

"Bang----"

The thick muzzle ejected flames again, and dense steel balls and iron sand penetrated into Brito's body again. He screamed in great pain, and his whole body flipped 180 degrees on the ground along the direction of his just turning head, and even jumped up suddenly from the ground and fell again.

This time the hit was the right leg. Brito felt that his knees were rotten, his legs and feet could not be straightened or bent.

Su Hao's calm face was already showing ferociousness. He raised his feet and stepped on Brito's broken leg hard. This action immediately brought great pain that Brito could not explain in words, and could not even scream. He could only sit up suddenly from the ground, cover his broken leg with both hands, and burst into tears.

"You, you can't kill me. I am a nobleman and the heir to the Clement family. They will not let you go, and they will never want to help you, and you must dare to shoot, and I will kill you."

Under the severe pain and shadow of death, Brito's will completely collapsed, and even his speech became incoherent, making people unable to understand whether he was threatening or begging? He was a nobleman and always asked for it when facing civilians. He had never been so close to death. Moreover, there was a powerful third-level evolution among the bodyguards. However, right in front of him, the guy who had to spend a lot of money to be hired every year was easily cut off by Su Hao.

The contrast was too great. Brito felt his mind was full of stimulation, even far beyond the pain he suffered. He saw Su Hao loading bullets in an orderly manner and saw mercenaries gathering from both streets. Ma, they were originally the scumbags living at the bottom of society, why did they suddenly become above themselves? The Supreme Court would definitely punish them heavily, and the family would not sit idly by. The premise was that I had to leave this ghost place alive.

At this moment, Brito completely forgot his dignity as a nobleman. As long as he could live, he did not feel that he was much nobler than a dog.

Su Hao obviously had no intention of letting Brito go like this. He raised the gun and pointed it at Brito's forehead.

"Stop, please wait"

Garros ran over yellingly, stood beside Su Hao, and said in a very earnest tone: "Wait, you can't do this."

Su Hao glanced at him, increased the strength to step on Brito's broken leg, and raised the gun and pointed it at Garros' head.

Su Hao simply didn't know what words should be used to describe his anger and rage at this moment?

Of course, Bella is not the woman he likes, but she is the right person who is most closely related to him and is most likely to be transformed into a "worker bee". Especially with the relationship between Mo Xingkui, bloodline transformation will become simpler than others. Because of this, in the battle last night, Su Hao kept in front of him and protected the safety of all team members as much as possible.

The transformation of Kenson and Mo Xingkui was very successful. The expansion of the "bee swarm" requires enough members and time. In this completely unfamiliar third-stage world, Su Hao cannot give up everyone who is familiar with him. This is the real reason why he is willing to stay in Konoha Town as a doctor to treat the wounded. Every rescued person will be grateful to him, and every injured person will obey his leadership. Of course, for those who are seriously injured and have no value for rescue, Su Hao can only be forced to give up.

Taking the initiative to give up and being shot are two completely different concepts.

Su Hao, who is focused on busy operations, naturally could not release his mind consciousness and form a warning around him. Because of this, it was not until Brito pulled the trigger and heard the gunshot that Su Hao released his consciousness tentacles and searched quickly outside the temporary hospital. Unfortunately, it was too late.

What are nobles? When leading the rebel army on the Red Dragon Planet, Su Hao didn't know how many nobles had fallen. At least tens of thousands of heads were cut off and the bodies were piled up like mountains.

What a fuck is the Clemen family? Su Hao masters the formula of genetic medicine. As long as the people from the Twenty-Two Team are truly transformed into "worker bees", Su Hao will soon have a large number of powerful third-level evolutionary warriors. As long as there are enough crystals, fourth-level and fifth-level will not be a problem. A mere aristocratic family will be destroyed. Who dares to say "no"?

Looking at Su Haosen's cold eyes, Garros felt the unconcealed murderous intent. He believed that as long as he moved a half step forward, even if it was a centimeter, the man in front of him, who was shrouded in rage would immediately pull the trigger.

He obviously was not afraid of the nobles, nor did he ignore the rules between the world. Such a person is the most terrible. You cannot use any rules to bind him, and his style of conduct is unscrupulous. Just like... the supreme imperial emperor, or a madman.

Thinking of this, a few beads of sweat suddenly oozed from Garros' forehead.

He instinctively raised his hands, signaling that he was not hostile, and kept shouting: "Please believe me, I really have no malice. I just want to help you, you have to believe me."

As he said that, Garros quickly turned around, pointed to the gathered mercenaries, and turned his eyes to lying in a pool of blood. Lille hugged her tightly in his arms, and lost her lower body. His tone was anxious: "Listen to me, I can understand what you think at this moment. But she still has rescue, she is not dead, you can still save her

Before Su Hao answered, Garros had unbuttoned his shirt and took out a vacuum hose from his close-fitting pocket. It hurt so much that he handed it to Su Hao reluctantly.

That is a repair potion. Judging from the color and appearance, it belongs to the lowest level of "P" level.

But no matter what, this is a repair potion after all. Even the main legion of the Empire is only qualified to be equipped in wartime. If it is an ordinary garrison, the equipment standards will be upgraded to the brigade general class. According to regulations, repair potions must first ensure that they are used for critically injured people in battle. Each repair potion has its number and code. All the chemicals that cannot be used on time must be paid and recycled. Anyone who has hidden them privately or sells them secretly must be severely punished for not lending.

As Garros and his family, it is quite difficult to come up with such a potion. This kind of thing is not something you want to buy, but you must have enough connections and relationships. Garros is not sure whether Philip and Brito, who are in the same place, also have this kind of thing? But he understands that as long as he takes out this repair potion, it means that the relationship with Su Hao will be greatly closer.

The goal is still the contribution points.

This is the aristocratic obsession with cleanliness. An idiot like Britto who only knows violence in his mind and pretends to be cold and noble on the outside will never understand this truth.

Suha glanced at Garros, and his angrily angry relaxed slightly. He took the vacuum hose containing the potion and said to Garros in an unquestionable tone: "You'd better look at him tightly, this matter is not over yet."

After saying that, Su Hao let go of Brito's sole of his boot and shot twice at his other leg. While Brito screamed, the muzzle pointed at the middle of his legs and pulled the trigger again.

The gun knocked Brito's entire lower body into pieces, and all the flesh and blood tissues and organs became blurred. The painful Brito seemed to sense some kind of bad luck that could not be seen by the naked eye. His tense nerves broke instantly, and his scream turned into a crying wail.
Chapter completed!