Darkstone Code-Chapter 996 - 994: What the People Hope For Is Justice

Chapter 996: Chapter 994: What the People Hope For Is Justice

Watching Lynch walk back as if nothing had changed, Vera softly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing...", Lynch picked up his knife and fork and continued to enjoy the sumptuous lunch, "Someone ran into a little trouble in business, I’ve already had someone correct them."

It sounded like a minor trouble, but this little trouble resulted in at least two or three hundred deaths.

Vera sensed the change in Lynch’s emotions, she couldn’t exactly say how she did, but she just sensed it.

She didn’t continue to ask but went back to what they were doing before, dining, and chatting, the laughter returned.

After lunch there is a break time, that is, nap time.

People only see the President running in the park at half past five in the morning, reaching the office to start working by seven, but they don’t see him taking a nap after lunch.

No one will report on these things because they hold no news value, instead they keep telling the public, "Those who have succeeded work even harder than those who haven’t succeeded. On what grounds do you blame fate without putting in the effort?"

"It’s time to strive to contribute to capitalists and prove your worth!"

Truly moving, almost enough to bring tears!

Alright, it’s just a side note.

Watching the little boy return to the room and lie on the bed, after Lynch and Vera said goodbye for a brief afternoon, they left the boy’s room.

"I’m grateful you could spend a day with us. I can manage the rest myself." Standing in the living room, Vera looked at Lynch, "I know you have important matters to attend to, don’t worry about us."

Lynch didn’t say anything insincere fitting the situation, he stepped forward, embraced Vera briefly, then left quickly.

He indeed needed time to resolve these issues.

By the time he arrived at Darkstone Security headquarters, all the company’s high-level officials were gathered together.

Lynch looked at the latest report, remained silent, the meeting room was quiet except for the occasional rustling of papers as they were flipped.

"Two hundred thirty-nine people, a bit more than I heard at noon, is this the final number, or will it continue to rise?" He looked at the executives, no one answered him at that moment, because no one could guarantee the upcoming battles wouldn’t result in deaths.

Lynch’s gaze was as sharp as a knife; everyone avoided eye contact with him. He glanced around, his gaze returned to the documents before him, "No achievements gained, so many died, and I still have to account for these to the deceased’s families, it’s a troublesome matter."

"What’s the situation discussed on site, any new attack plans?"

The first operations office manager sitting to the left nodded once, "Yes, they’ve tended to the wounded initially, and plan to reorganize and attack."

Lynch nodded once, "I’m listening, continue."

The first operations office manager glanced at the others, no one met his gaze. He could only continue awkwardly, "They sent over a simple attack plan, intending to launch a new round of attacks this evening."

"Before this, they have six hours, to cut off the city’s water supply, electricity, television, and other public communications facilities, then when the sky dims a bit, attack from another direction..."

The plan was actually quite detailed, devised by a newly appointed commander according to his experience in Amelia.

As long as water, electricity, and communication are cut off, the enemy finds it difficult to organize a large-scale, well-prepared and coordinated battle group.

When it’s darker, they attack; without water, electricity, the city lacks lighting ability, locals are likely to misjudge shadows.

Under the premise of possible misjudgment, locals’ attack desires will restrain, and the darkness brings fear, reducing attacks compared to daytime, weakening people’s proactive attack desires.

Moreover, they carry flares and lighting equipment; when needed, these devices could serve useful.

Listening to the first operations office manager finish the attack plan, Lynch shook his head, "This is too stupid."

He mercilessly criticized the plan, "During the day, your people went up and died so many, I still have to pay various subsequent expenses for these people’s utterly stupid decisions, now they’re planning to send themselves to die again, can someone explain why to me?"

"Is it that some don’t want to live, or they believe earning through compensation is faster?"

The first operations office manager was a bit speechless, after another glance at others, he spoke, "Mr. Lynch, I don’t understand your meaning."

Lynch raised a finger, pointed at him, "It’s not that you don’t understand, it’s that none of you understand."

Though he sat on the chair, he gave a sense of standing oppression, "The people in Mariluo don’t understand either!"

"You can’t dogmatically apply training methods to actual battlefields, I thought you learned the lesson in Amelia, but now it seems you haven’t figured it out yet."

"The main cause of our casualties is our inability to differentiate between real locals, warlord followers, and extreme racists." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"They’re the main cause of our casualties, not anything else, what we need to resolve are these people hidden among ordinary civilians, understand my meaning?"

Everyone nodded, they understood, but there was still some confusion on how to separate these... Well, warlord followers and extreme racists from ordinary people.

Looking at them, Lynch shook his head again, "Seeing your stupid expressions, I suddenly think that only two hundred deaths isn’t bad news, at least not too many."

He was very blunt, "Divide our current personnel into two parts, those injured, I require them to maintain security along our attack route."

"Inform locals through television and radio; they must stay indoors, not allowed on streets, close doors and windows, if anyone violates, then they’re surely warlord followers or extreme racists..."

The first action office manager’s eyelid twitched, "Mr. Lynch, if they insist on coming out..."

Lynch raised a hand to stop him, "I’ll ask you, and all of you a question."

Everyone’s attention gathered.

"If the city you live in experiences warfare, now a group is ready to attack in, engage in fierce battles with another group in the city, would you run out when one side asks you not to leave home?"

Everyone, instinctively, gave their answers, an answer one could say was instinctual, that is no.

After all, the occurring war doesn’t relate to them, plus someone’s requested not to go out, then why go out?

Freedom?

Under the threat of death, freedom isn’t worth a penny, only by living can one have freedom, when dead all that’s owned is a coffin, or urn.

Lynch opened his hands, "See, it’s not difficult, under informed circumstances, even directly tell them we’ll attack any street targets afterward, those insistently coming out, aren’t warlord terrorists, they’re extreme racist haters."

"I believe in you, my employees know how to handle this situation, you’re professionals, right?"

The bloody taste behind these words, having become invaders in other countries, deluding themselves with justice and peace?

Oh heavens, if such things genuinely exist, troops wouldn’t appear in Mariluo!

So naïve, it’s these people’s issue, thinking themselves just, yet never understanding, the Federation always plays executioner.

When executioners feel justified, either it’s their madness, or the world’s madness.

Given current circumstances, the world hasn’t gone mad, then they’re mad.

"Mr. Lynch, if we cause mass civilian casualties, we might face international condemnation..."

Lynch promptly refuted him, "No, those people aren’t civilians, they’re armed, responsible for over two hundred casualties, anti-government militants!"

"Killing them is our duty, no one can blame us for anything!"

"Moreover, don’t hide this news, I need media and public awareness of our actions quickly, before international public opinion pressures, seize control..."

"We’ve lost over two hundred innocent lads sacrificing for justice and peace, a great loss for Darkstone Security and the Federation, and all peace-loving humanity!"

Watching Lynch, seemingly hiding anger within calm emotions, the first operations office manager nodded, "I know what to do now."

Lynch pointed at him again, "No, you don’t, your expression tells me you don’t know what to do, next I’ll say, take notes, and go do."

At around four in the afternoon, Darkstone Security suddenly called Bupen and key Federation media, convened a press conference.

Everyone was puzzled by Darkstone Security suddenly holding this conference; Amelia’s situation now stable, nothing significant happened, why such sudden conference?

But soon some leaks spread, reportedly Darkstone Security faced sniper attacks during today’s Mariluo operation, causing significant casualties, immediately, media arrived early at the conference venue.

As the time reached five o’clock, the first action office manager stood before media, patting the table, full of sorrow, loudly exclaiming—

"Today is a day of mourning for all peace-loving Federation folks because two hundred forty-five of our lads fell forever on the road of advancing world peace!"