Darkstone Code
Chapter 209 - 0207 The Origin of Power Outage Day

Chapter 209: 0207 The Origin of Power Outage Day

"It seems you don’t quite agree with my methods."

On the way back, Lynch and the Senior Soldier sat in the same car. In truth, there was a deeper intent behind this matter.

Ferrari’s wife’s father, his father-in-law, was confident enough to send these soldiers, trained in professional assassination skills, to Lynch’s side without considering any countermeasures. This was because the education these soldiers received in the military made it difficult for them to commit acts harmful to the country.

Something is repeated daily, by commanders, comrades, television, radio, the priest, and even psychologists. Over time, they start to repeat it themselves.

It’s hard for them to distinguish whether these concepts come from themselves or are implanted later.

So when Lynch gave the order, the Senior Soldier had some hesitation, and his hand trembled slightly in the end.

On one hand, this was due to the recoil from a strike that misjudged the force when grabbing, and it also indicated his resistance to the act, because he was facing civilians.

The Senior Soldier sat next to Lynch without speaking. Following orders had become instinctual, and he didn’t dare question superiors’ decisions, even if he was now retired and Lynch was not his commanding officer.

He didn’t speak, but Lynch continued, "I know your thoughts, it’s normal, but society is not the army. You’ve forgotten where you are."

"They are criminals, and they have begun to harm this country and society. If we don’t stop them now, they will become more and more reckless."

Lynch’s tone and language held a magical power, making the Senior Soldier focus, "Think about it, if we hand them over to the police, the police will still release them because their crimes are not serious."

"But such a decision will let them think the law and society indulge them, and they will become bolder and more malicious."

"This almost blatant theft without any punishment—what about robbery then?"

The Senior Soldier began to think with Lynch’s questioning. He felt Lynch was right, that without punishment, a person’s wrongdoings would increase and become more frightening.

"For the first robbery, they were novices. Those who were robbed resisted, and they fled the scene in panic, getting nothing."

"The victims, possibly because they suffered no financial loss but only a scare, chose to remain silent. This would make the culprits think they escaped legal punishment again."

"Moreover, they started researching how to get victims to hand over their belongings without resistance."

"Murder is a simple and effective method. A simple arson can exponentially increase the police’s investigation costs."

"If they cannot be captured quickly, they may commit more crimes, become more skilled in their methods, and be more experienced in handling stolen goods and bodies."

"Eventually, they would become extremely harmful serial killer groups to society."

"But today, we have put an end to it in advance. We might have even saved them, as they might repent after this and find a legitimate job instead of continuing a life of crime, ultimately becoming happy individuals."

"Many innocent civilians have also been saved by our actions."

"So, do you still feel guilty?"

The Senior Soldier’s expression eased significantly. In fact, Lynch didn’t need to explain this; he would gradually accept it himself because that’s how soldiers are. But Lynch did explain, speeding up his change of mind.

Moreover, Lynch’s explanation wasn’t far-fetched. It was all based on the fact that the first time they handed these people over to the police, the police released them.

The first thwarted criminal act became an excuse for them to commit crimes again. The Senior Soldier perfectly felt their moral and behavioral decline, and indeed, they might have slipped further.

Lynch patted him on the arm, "If one day I do something harmful to the country and the people, please remind me, don’t let me go further astray."

"But if what we do doesn’t harm this country or its residents, please support me."

The Senior Soldier’s lips moved. He looked at Lynch, who understood his meaning and smiled, "Although we have an employment relationship, we are also friends. If you are not used to it, you can call me by my name, or I don’t mind if you call me ’Sir.’"

Maybe encouraged and inspired by Lynch, the Senior Soldier nodded and straightened up, "Yes, Sir!"

Lynch smiled. His smile made the Senior Soldier not feel nervous, which is why people with a genuine smile are more easily accepted by society. No one believes someone who smiles so genuinely could harbor ill intentions.

"Let’s talk about something else. Have you traveled abroad?"

Perhaps the atmosphere had lightened, making the Senior Soldier less tense. He hesitated a bit.

Lynch quickly added, "If it involves confidential matters, you don’t have to say. We’re just chatting about our future work."

The Senior Soldier decided to admit it, but he wouldn’t elaborate. This also meant that the trust between the two had taken another step forward.

Lynch began to discuss some potential upcoming assignments they might face, some of which were overseas projects.

The current domestic situation within the Federation would inevitably terminate and return to the right path. Once social security issues are resolved, the Federation’s interaction with the world will also commence.

The isolationism of the Conservative Party Cabinet government’s actually reflected Bail Federal’s collective fear of international affairs and disputes, fearing involvement and the need to send loved ones to war.

As facts have proven, poverty is more terrifying than war!

When opening up international trade, some resistance is inevitable, and that’s where the Senior Soldier and his team come in.

"Protecting the safety of citizens abroad is the duty of every patriot. In international issues, there’s no right or wrong, only strong or weak."

"The strong can find any excuse to make people agree that their actions are necessary."

"The weak, no matter how many reasonable excuses they find, are still considered insignificant."

"My safety and my future will rely on you all in the future!"

A sense of mission let the Senior Soldier engage deeper into Lynch’s entire plan. He enjoyed this sense of mission, as if he hadn’t left the military.

Lynch not only agreed to his request for building according to military base standards but also was willing to recruit more retired strong young men. Moreover, Lynch specifically stated that he would establish a company called "Darkstone Security" to manage them. The car fell silent again.

The next morning, the young men with broken legs had just fallen asleep in the hospital when a well-dressed young man with a lawyer’s badge awakened them.

In front of them, the lawyer told them that philanthropist Mr. Lynch had heard about their situation and was willing to cover their medical expenses for free, as well as provide each of them with five hundred dollars for nutrition, hoping they recover soon and continue contributing to society.

Honestly, this sudden "favor" made their revenge plans considered during treatment seem less important. Medical expenses were a major concern, and they didn’t have to pay a penny, plus Lynch gave them some money as compensation.

Except for a hot-tempered young man who told the lawyer to get out, the others signed a "donation agreement," indicating they waived further actions.

As for the hot-tempered young man, society would teach him that lacking capability, being hot-tempered wouldn’t appear dominant, only worsening his injuries.

This matter was perfectly resolved. The story of a group of people with broken legs quickly spread to the Warehouse District and nearby streets, and people immediately realized that the Interstellar Trade Company was not an enterprise to mess with.

Unlike other companies, which, when they lost a little something, didn’t even bother reporting to the police as long as the loss wasn’t significant, accepting such a loss.

The Interstellar Trade Company and its owner were not ordinary merchants.

Soon after, even Mark’s investment in the company started circulating in certain channels, further convincing people of their previous assessment, making them more cautious about the Interstellar Trade Company, avoiding discussing it unnecessarily.

In mid-November, a large-scale strike erupted within the Federation. This time they meant business; strikes were held not during holidays, but during working days.

The workers and Workers’ Union were so resolute because the current President’s Cabinet was unable to provide any effective solutions to the chaotic situation and dispatched the Security Committee to arrest many discontented with the President and Cabinet.

No matter if they were workers or merchants, as long as someone reported them, the Security Committee would show up to take them away. This reign of terror terrified people; the country had become increasingly unfamiliar. Coupled with the abrupt end to rumors about impeaching the President, informed sources stated that initiators had vanished, leading to the first wave of strike protests.

People demanded a more relaxed social environment, fewer working hours, and more wages.

In Sabin City, too, there were marching crowds, where numerous workers and the unemployed gathered, holding banners and chanting slogans, paralyzing the entire city.

Especially, people from the power company joined the strike. To ensure the safety of electrical transmission equipment, they shut down all devices.

In other words, Sabin City experienced an unprecedented massive blackout since the founding of the Federation. This blackout situation wasn’t unique to Sabin City; over 70% of cities across the Federation experienced large-scale blackouts due to this movement!

This will undoubtedly go down in history. Perhaps it will be called "Blackout Day"?

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