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Today's Qianchuan military is huge and bloated.

This allowed the military structure to be split into two layers.

1: Mobile military base. A military base has more than 200 official main combatants, and the lowest rank is also captain, with the school officer occupying 50%.

2: Outside the military base. The military has a large number of local security departments responsible for maintaining local security and guarding military warehouses.

It stands to reason that now there are a large number of security tasks in dangerous areas that should have been left to these security forces.

But now, the security departments in these places have started to plan industries and pay money to them, so military leaders tend to outsource patrols in dangerous areas to external companies.

Qianchuan's public security department is now quite profitable, such as clothing factories, locomotive factories, electronic mobile phone factories, etc. These civilian goods factories make a lot of profits every year, relying on the legal personality of the army.

That is, because the military competes with the "people" for profit, the public opinion controlled by the chaebols in various places has been ‘popular grievances’ for hundreds of years.

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If by the standards of the 21st century, Qianchuan's army was corrupted.

Under the influence of public opinion, some angry people often yy, overnight to remove the military's local corruption roots, and turn the military into a pure military department.

However, the general development of the military must not be blamed on the generals. If military generals do not do this, the entire Qianchuan military system will deteriorate to a deeper level.

Qianchuan is the political ecology of capital oligarchs. If the military's local finances are eliminated, these capital oligarchs will never abide by their political commitments after obtaining their rights, and will pay 100% of their military expenses every year. Under the management of these oligarchs, perhaps the power supply of military bases cannot be guaranteed, and the situation will immediately change to the mode of the late Ming Dynasty.

But now, precisely because the military holds a lot of independent finances, these local consortia and the oligarchs above have secretly scolded public opinion, but they dare not act wildly, and they are very attentive to the army.

If the military does not have independent finances, these local consortia and upper-level oligarchs will pay tribute to their high-spirited festivals, but in the face of the military's requirements, they will immediately reveal a gripping face.

Qianchuan's current political model. The military-controlled economic system is a balanced model with local capital forces and upper-level oligarchic capital groups

Withdrawing either side alone will not pay off, it will only get worse. ——Unless you remove it at the same time, get a new one.

...

The topic is back.

The military has local power, so Bai Mingle knows that things are happening in the surrounding cities-the so-called rivers and lakes.

The task of approving the sheriff for Chibai was not just for fun. He also wanted to evaluate what Chibai's so-called talents for crisis management are.

Of course, such an assessment appears to Bai Mingle that he can better intervene in control. Because his people are in this place, it's just that Bai Bai didn't choose this script.

[Blazing White: "I studied the field of three generations for the first time in the world, just to show you how to steal?"

Cibai did not choose this script, so the undercurrent development of the rivers and lakes did not encounter "accidents"

In Tianfeng Town.

The sky is like water, and the night is like paint. In the dark alley far from the lingering lights, a man in a cape leaned against a wall and threw silver coins.

Suddenly a footstep sound came from the alley. The man in this cape looked up, coughed, and said to himself, "There are many mosquitoes at night."

The hoarse voice was obviously covering himself deliberately.

The visitor stopped, and said tremblingly, "Mosquitoes are bloodthirsty."

The cape sneered and said, "That man, did you come here?"

The visitor said carefully, "I don't know anything. The employer asked me, let me, give you something."

After all, he put the things in the ground and was preparing to take a few steps back, at this time a red line flashed from the cloaker's clothes to evoke the ground box.

Such a weird scene made visitors suddenly hold their breath and dare not say anything.

The cape's fingertips popped out of the needle, pierced the inside of the box, and then simply opened the box and opened it in front of the visitor.

This is a metal box. Inside the box is a tube of glass medicament. In the central glass tube, glowing green bugs are flowing inside the tube, which is strange.

The Cloakman seemed very satisfied and nodded and said, "Yes, I received it."

After closing the box, he took out a roll of banknotes and threw it to the opposite side, and smiled gloomily: "For you."

The messenger looked at the banknotes with great joy, thanked them quickly, and said, "Sir, then I'll go."

The cape nodded.

The messenger was relieved, walking towards the alley with his banknotes, but before taking two steps, he twitched and fell to the ground immediately, a few seconds later.

The cape walked to the messenger who had lost his ability to speak, moved his head to the front, and said to those frightened eyes, "Did you know that when I open the package in front of you, there is one more thing you have to run Lively, but, alas, you are not sensible! "

At this time, a messy nematode on the sender's body emerged from his throat, and his blood spread in the alley.

The cloak guest showed mercy and pity, and hypocritically said, "Well, let me give you a good time." It said that the spike in his hand popped out, and instantly fell into the person's eyebrows, poking him dead.

After doing this, he was ready to leave.

But just when he was going out of the alley.

A voice came suddenly.

"At the beginning of the year, rumors rumoured that the relics at the Tianyingmen Gate were lost and lost, and were stolen from the gates. Dare to ask your Excellency?"

Cloaker—Diao Xiao turned around and looked for the sound source, but found that the sound was immutable in all directions, and said ruthlessly, "Lei Yingang, don't sing your drama, come to this muddy water."

The voice resounded and explained: "Not every disciple of Lei Yingang is a musical singer. I, Long Taqu, now work at the Evil Gate (Police Station)."

And the surrounding tremors became stronger and stronger.

Diao Xiao felt the stuffiness in his chest as if he was choked by something, and the blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he was suddenly shocked: "Long Xiao voiceless, it's you!" However, his face flashed hate.

A projectile was thrown into the sky, and as the projectile exploded, a large number of mosquitoes began to float.

Long step song at the alley suddenly adjusted the sound wave frequency and began to destroy these mosquitoes carrying the virus. All the mosquitoes burst into sparks under the power of ultrasonic focusing and disappeared.

In this way, the pressure of Diao Xiao was reduced. After Long Taqu carefully eliminated all poisonous mosquitoes, the goods had fled.

Long Taqu himself is not afraid of these poisonous mosquitoes. The sound waves on his body can easily disperse these poisonous mosquitoes. But this is a densely populated area. He didn't want to hurt innocent people, so he focused on abandoning mosquitoes and leaving with a dagger.

In the alley, Long Taqu sighed as he looked at the dead messenger. Picking up the walkie-talkie, he said to his colleague, "The man who delivered the package is dead."

Walkie-talkie: "Did you find a fairy feather?"

Long Taqu said: "No, it may have been traded, and ..."

Intercom: "And what."

Long Taqu: "Just now, the one who sent the parcel was given to Diao Xiao as if it was one, parasite, and ..."

On the walkie-talkie, he hurriedly asked, "With a tube of medicine, right?"

Long Ta Qu paused: "Um, yes, is this?"

Walkie-talkie: "Damn it, this is a blood line sting, and a parasitic stabilizer."

Long Ta Qu stunned: "Bloodline? The element of the bloodthirsty blood army of Tianyingmen! I'll go after it."

Walkie-talkie: "Wait, stand by, don't act without permission, I'll send someone over right away."

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