Real Mount and Blade Game

And that is what actually happened.

Over the weekend and in the eyes of these senior managers, these middle-level managers really looked at each other and laid down their weapons, which was equivalent to giving up their ability to resist, raising their hands and choosing to surrender.

Even in the eyes of these middle-level managers, they thought that their surrender was actually just maintaining loyalty to Dehrim and Lord Shen Mu.

Then he was willing to give up his current rights and personal dignity and let these senior managers search him to ensure that he would not have any involvement with the remnants of the diesel company such as Wu Jian.

They want to use this to prove that they are good people, trustworthy people, and not remnants of the diesel company.

"I didn't expect that they would actually surrender."

The ridicule and disdain on the faces of these senior managers have become more and more intense, especially the senior manager following behind Weekend, who can no longer maintain his facial expression and just burst into laughter: "So what should we do next? Brother Weekend, then is it time to consider how to collect some interest from these damn guys?"

"Come one by one." Weekend still had a faint smile on his face, and a mocking look in his eyes: "They are all remnants of the diesel company. We can't let them get away."

"Of course, we understand." Immediately, the senior manager and others behind him showed grim grins on their faces.

There is no need to say anything else, because these words from the weekend have already made his attitude clear.

And looking at those middle-level managers who were still surrendering and were as obedient as little lambs, they were already standing in line, waiting to be searched.

These senior managers, who had long been indignant about the power seizure by middle-level managers, began to gear up for action.

Because they all knew that what was going to happen was a massacre.

And these well-behaved middle managers don’t even know what they will face next.

Perhaps some of them have already realized that the situation they are about to face is going to be quite bad.

But they would never have imagined that these senior managers were so cruel and ruthless that they wanted to slaughter them all.

And this alley is the slaughterhouse where slaughter is prepared!

"Alright, everyone stand still, enter this alley and start searching one by one. At the same time, in order to ensure that the remnants of the diesel company among you don't escape, we are also going to tie your hands and restrain you."

At this time, a senior manager shouted loudly to the middle-level managers: "Anyone who dares to resist is a remnant of the Diesel Company. If there is resistance, I hope others will also catch him. Otherwise, if the remnant of the Diesel Company escapes here and informs others, then all the remnants of the Diesel Company will run away, which will be a great sin."

"That's right. Whoever dares to run is the remnant of Tianyu Company. Whoever dares to resist is the remnant of Diesel Company. Everyone should be wary of each other." Other senior managers and their subordinates were shouting loudly.

Then they would use hemp ropes to cut these middle-level managers who were already surrendering to the enemy, or simply take off their clothes and use the weapons in their hands to cut them into strips of cloth, bind their hands, and tie them tightly behind their backs.

Surprisingly, none of these middle-level managers resisted. They just obediently put their hands behind their backs, and then allowed these senior managers and their subordinates to tie their hands behind their backs, making it impossible for them to move.

He also completely lost the ability to resist.

However, although these middle-level managers had a frustrated look on their faces and were angry at the senior managers and their lackeys who had tied them up, they really did not dare to resist or escape because they had fallen into the trap of self-proof.

If they dare to resist now, it would be tantamount to saying that they are the remnants of the Diesel Company, which would be tantamount to admitting that they have a relationship with the Diesel Company.

But they all believe that they have nothing to do with the diesel company.

So they could not resist, and they dared not even show any expression of anger or want to overturn the table. Although they were angry and aggrieved, they gritted their teeth and endured it.

Even if these senior managers and their lackeys deliberately tied them up very tightly when helping them, making their hands and arms very uncomfortable, they did not dare to resist.

No one wants to be seen as a remnant of the diesel company.

Everyone wants to prove that they are a good person.

But the price of being a good person is to be bullied by the bad guys. Good people are destined not to be able to enjoy too much, because good people always suffer losses. Now these middle-level managers who think they are loyal good people have risen from the bottom to the middle level, and they are ordinary civilians who want to prove that they are good people.

Now they want to prove that they are good people, but they didn't expect that what will greet them next is a naked, ruthless massacre that will take their lives.

"Okay, follow me in groups of 10 and enter the alley to search. Don't go in with more people, so as to avoid missing anything during the search. Also, give these middle-level managers some face and dignity, and don't let them embarrass themselves in front of too many people."

Moreover, the senior managers were still deceiving the middle managers. The senior manager who had originally held up Wu Jian's head said considerately, "Everyone, pay attention. A large number of these middle managers are our brothers. We must give them basic human rights and dignity. We will still work together in the future. Don't make things too ugly. We are only targeting the remnants of the diesel company."

"That's right. We are the real remnants of those diesel companies. We must maintain the corresponding human rights towards others and not make things too ugly." Other senior managers also shouted at the same time.

"I understand. I got it, big brother." The middle-level managers who belonged to the faction of senior managers and who were originally tying up the middle-level managers themselves also responded.

Then their movements became much gentler, which immediately attracted grateful nods from the middle-level managers.

It was as if everyone was feeling the warmth of this conciliatory policy.

No one thought that this warmth was actually the warmth before entering the oven. The seemingly bright light and warmth were actually the raging fire and heat waves released by the oven.

"Let's go." Then these senior managers shouted at the middle-level managers to enter the alley one by one.

Inside the alley, senior managers who had been arranged in advance were already waiting there, holding sharp long-handled sickles in their hands, waiting for the ten or so middle-level managers to enter.

But of course, it was impossible to let these middle-level managers see the scythes in their hands directly. They hid their weapons at the beginning, and waited until these middle-level managers came to them one by one, turned their backs to them and leaned their heads against the wall, then they took out their weapons.

He looked at them without saying anything and simply swung the sharp sickle at their necks.

With splattering blood and cut tracheas, the middle-level managers immediately fell to the ground. However, when they wanted to make a sound, they found that their mouths had been covered. Only the cut trachea and blood vessels spurted out countless blood foams as they struggled violently and tried to make movements.

But no sound came out.

Because these senior managers had already been prepared, in order to be prepared for any sounds that these middle-level managers might make after their throats were cut, so they were quite well prepared. Not only did someone hold their mouths, but two others even directly held down their hands and legs.

Even if they wanted to struggle, they would not be able to make any noise. Besides, their hands were tied behind their backs. All it took was for someone to step on their backs firmly and for someone else to hold down their legs, and they would not be able to struggle much.

The only word for these middle managers is death.

Died tragically.

"Okay, the next group of people come over." At this time, the lackeys of the senior managers personally slaughtered those middle-level managers with grim smiles on their faces, as if they were butchers who had just finished their slaughtering work. They waved to the people next to them, signaling them to quickly pull all the 10 bodies down, and then waved towards the entrance of the alley, signaling that new middle-level managers could come again.

Then he looked at the 10 middle-level managers who walked in with their hands behind their backs, some of them frowning and looking quite suspicious, and asked them to come back to the wall and stand one by one with their backs to them.

"Wait, why is there so much blood here?" At this time, the leader of the middle-level managers also frowned and looked at the blood on the ground. He keenly felt that the blood was in a very fresh liquid state, and the air was filled with that familiar smell of rust. It was obvious that the blood had just dripped here not long ago.

So he raised his head and wanted to ask the senior managers behind him, with some despair in his eyes.

Because he had already thought of some situations in his mind.

But now they have been captured, their hands have been tied up, and they are completely like lambs to be slaughtered. They have no way to resist, and they can't escape even if they want to, because both sides of the alley have been blocked by senior managers. The 10 of them are tied up, and the middle-level managers here are just like lambs to be slaughtered and fish on the chopping board.

Even though they had thought of something, their instinct still made them choose not to believe it, and made them yearn for some hope in their desperate situation.

"Oh, it's just some blood. There's nothing to worry about with a little blood." But the one who answered them was the senior manager, who recalled it rather coldly, and directly pulled out his long-handled scythe that was still covered in snow and raised it towards their necks.

"Wait, what are you trying to do? You are..." But before the middle-level manager could even scream something, the scythe slashed across his throat. The sharp blade easily cut through his throat, and he swallowed his words.

His eyes were wide open and his face was distorted, and his whole body was resisting because of the serious injury to his throat, and he wanted to struggle.

However, he was pounced upon by two of the senior managers' lackeys who were well prepared, and was pinned to the ground on the spot. He struggled and gradually lost his life.

Completely dead.

"Then let's go to the next batch." The senior manager still had no expression on his face, and waved his hand towards the entrance of the alley with a grim smile. He also pointed to the 10 men next to him who had just come back after cleaning up the bodies, and raised his chin to them: "Come on, you are also the ones who need to drag this batch out. Move quickly and don't dilly-dally here."

"Understood." The subordinates of a senior manager showed a helpless smile, but they quickly put their hands together and dragged out the dead bodies.

This is not difficult, nor is it a multi-type job. It's just dragging corpses. Besides, not many corpses can be dragged. Although there are many middle-level managers outside, there are only more than 70 people. Seven trips are enough. So their workload is just a little high-intensity, and it is only temporary.

There is no need for them to care.

As long as they complete their work seriously, they will be considered to have completed their tasks satisfactorily and it will be quite easy.

For those senior managers who personally slaughtered those middle-level managers, this feeling was really great. It was just like slaughtering chickens and sheep. They could easily kill those middle-level managers who were previously hostile to them one by one by slitting their necks.

It made them feel so easy that they all felt like they were not killing people, but killing dogs.

That's right, killing dogs.

In the eyes of these senior managers, they are just killing these poor, naive, stupid dogs.

"Well done, everyone will have an extra meal tonight." Weekend also had a smile on his face. Looking at the corpses all over the ground and the deaths of more than 70 people, he couldn't help but laugh. There was no fear or dread on his face: "Since someone wants the remaining power of the Diesel Company, then these guys are the remnants of the Diesel Company. We have also worked hard for Lord Shen Mu and eradicated some pests for Dehrim. I think everyone agrees with that."

"That's right. We all worked hard for Lord Shenmu's mission and produced some pests for Dehrim's safety. We did it all for Lord Shenmu and Dehrim!"

The senior managers and their subordinates around cheered at the weekend.

Because in their opinion, they have already won. (End of this chapter)