I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"And you, little Rand, if you don't want to wait for the manor owner to stand guard at the door of the wedding room when you get married, then this money is your solution to this problem!"

"I tell you all this to tell you not to have any mercy on this mission. We have no other way to change our family's life except for this life being worth some money. That is a day more terrible than death!"

More than a dozen people nodded in agreement with red eyes.

"Boss! We arrested two people, one of whom is a Union police officer..."

In the evening, while eating, Mitia received the victory report from Port Bared, and a determined smile appeared on his face: "They have no chance. Call the armored forces to speed up the attack on Torveta and Burregate. We must firmly pin the main force of the Allied Forces in the encirclement!"

Anna just nodded and was about to get up when the door of the lounge was pushed open by the office secretary: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the Sanghahaji State Government, asking you to check and give instructions as soon as possible."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Mitia took the document with doubt and started reading it. The more she read, the colder her expression became. "Let the state government decide whether to send it or not. Pass on my order. The local military district should first go to the mountain to bring back the body, and then flatten the mountain for me."

After that, he looked at Anna and said, "Get ready, we have to go to Sanghahaji."

Before Mitia boarded the plane, Sanghaji had already announced a state of martial law, and a video saved by magic photocopy was broadcast live on the local TV news program.

In the video, a group of people surrounded two men, one of whom had fallen to the ground with his head missing, while the other was kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet tied behind his back.

The leading man held up the ID card in his hand and approached the camera. The police ID card flashing on it came into view, and the photo on the ID card showed the man kneeling on the ground.

"Nurbagan? Police, right?"

The man held a bloody machete against his neck and said, "Tell all the police officers in Sanghahaji to resign and join the organization. Let the people of Cabancia awaken and become independent, and break away from the leadership of the evil alliance!"

Nurbagan glanced at them and said calmly, "I have nothing to say. Brothers, do your best."

The rest of the video clip was not played, but Nurbagan’s fate was foreseeable.

After inserting the video at the end, the host announced the end of today's news time and advised residents to return home as soon as possible at night and not wander around outside.

The dull roar of engines and the shaking ground on the street outside the door spoke for the host to finish the second half of her sentence.

"Boss... There are troops everywhere, what should we do..."

"Fuck, that gun barrel is thicker than me..."

Seeing his men's calves shaking, the man, who was originally a little unsure, suppressed his anxiety and said in a low voice:

"Don't panic! We were very cautious when we came here. They should search further outside. It is actually the safest place to stay in the city."

After dealing with two insignificant little characters, they sneaked into Sanghahaji's capital city, planning to lurk for a few days and carry out several waves of bomb attacks according to the plan. But it seems that they have messed up.

The special police searched the mountain and found two headless bodies and their heads abandoned in a fire. After the helicopter evacuated, the artillery unit's large-caliber artillery and multiple rocket launchers dropped five bases of ammunition on the top of the mountain, and threw dozens of white phosphorus shells to set the mountain on fire.

We don’t know whether the terrorists are dead or not, but the entire hill has been washed from head to toe, and it won’t recover for decades.

A large number of armed troops and police helicopters conducted a thorough search of the surrounding area. All residents staying in the wild were captured and taken back to the police station for surprise interrogation.

By the time Mitia took a special car from the airport and arrived at the capital's office, the intensity of martial law in Sanghahaji State was raised by two levels.

Even without her saying anything, her presence was enough to make the local officials nervous.

If this matter is not resolved before she goes back, then Sanghahaji's entire leadership team will have to be replaced first, and his career here will be over in the future. It will only be over when he is caught.

The next day, Mitia met with the families of the fallen police officers in the capital, and also broadcast live:

"He is a true hero, because not everyone can stick to their beliefs under the threat of death, and would rather die than surrender, and still choose to believe in their compatriots..."

"Only a coward would wield a butcher knife against an unarmed person. Only a real man, a real hero, like your son, can look death in the face without fear."

The black and white vehicles of the Special Service agents were dispatched again to conduct population screening from house to house, and hotels, rental houses and other places were focused on detection using instruments.

The airship was carrying four heavy mechas painted in black and white and patrolling at low altitude nearby.

"We bow deeply to you. We will strike hard at the terrorists. We will never compromise and accept any demands from the terrorists."

"If you catch them anywhere, shoot them anywhere. Please forgive my vulgarity, what I mean is, if you find them in the toilet, drown them in the toilet!"

Chapter 289 Raise your hands!

The reporters had all left, leaving only the grieving family members. Even if the Queen was there, they had no mood to be polite.

Nurbagan's wife hugged her eldest son, who was ten years old and had already begun to understand things, and both the big and the small shed tears silently.

"Ababa..."

The little daughter was babbling something in Medea's arms. Soft and warm energy was flowing in her petite body, and her big eyes were looking at her mother with ignorant curiosity.

The senior police officers and nuns waiting outside handed a tray covered with the national flag to Nurbagan's mother, on which Nurbagan's police uniform was neatly stacked.

The sight of the tray reminded her of her parents. Mother Nu held the tray and cried out, "My child! I no longer have a son, and you no longer have a mother."

The nun stretched out her hand and pressed it on Numu's back. A faint glow appeared in her palm. She broke free from the nun's hand and shook her head: "My son doesn't like these things."

A nameplate with a faint glow fell to the ground. The eldest son picked up the police badge on the ground and held it tightly in his hand.

Mitia waved her hand and the nun retreated. She said seriously: "Your son is a national hero and a true warrior. No matter what, we will definitely give you and all the police officers on the front line an explanation!"

The upgraded airbag of the airship is located in the upper middle part, and there are four more propeller engine groups with tilt-turn and reverse thrust functions around it. The vacated platform in the lower area is just right for integrating various weapons and equipment. At the same time, 2-4 mecha warriors can be externally hoisted according to needs.

The body armor technology has completed its second technological upgrade. The mass-produced models have generally been reduced to about 2 meters, while the heavy-duty mecha still maintains a volume of about 3-4 meters. This is naturally to accommodate more weapons and equipment, while also maintaining a certain reserve of large-scale mecha technology.

However, due to the scarcity of magical power in the subcontinent, the effective combat endurance of heavy mechas is usually around 20 minutes, so they are all changed to lifting or shipping for mobile deployment.

[The area is normal, 2-3-2 is entering the next area. ]

"Calling 232, reinforcements needed at 9-2th Street, 4th District, threat level to be determined."

[Application approved, special operator deployed, quantity: 1. ]

As the cable was unlocked, the more than 4-meter-long heavy armored mecha was dropped from more than 10 meters in the air. The jet pack on its back sprayed at full power, allowing it to sink into the roadbed in a half-kneeling anti-impact posture for a few centimeters to slow down the potential energy.

As it slowly stood up and raised the large-caliber machine gun in its right hand, dense airlock exhaust sounds rang out around it, and it slowly walked towards the scene of the incident.

The group of people who were confronting ordinary police officers became intimidated instantly when they saw the tall body of the special anti-terrorism police officer approaching from a distance and the backpack gun behind him. They put down their guns and saluted in French military style.

The police officers looked at the gangsters who were ready to make a move just now and now they were so honest, and they couldn't help but flash a trace of disdain in their eyes.

It's too late to back down now. They will have to pay punitive compensation for the damaged road surface, and the price of one square meter of road surface is not cheap, enough for a small boss to walk in with a smile and leave crying.

"Put down your weapons and put your hands up! Go, go, go!"

"Stand facing the wall! Quick!"

"Put your hands up! Hold your heads!"

The terrorists haven't been caught yet, but the hooligans, mafia, and gangs active in the state are in big trouble. They dare not run away, and anyone who dares to run away at this time will be shot.

This is no joke. Anyone who dares to run away will be treated as a terrorist. And to deal with terrorists, all you need are coordinates, nothing else.

It's not that there were no unlucky people who escaped, but they were all shot into hedgehogs by the specially brought Tiger cannon and shotgun shells. A shell was wrapped with dense arrow-shaped darts, and after the explosion, 6000 darts were concentrated in an area.

If you get hit by a bullet, forget about rescue. You'd be lucky if you could find some body tissue from the arrow.

If he doesn't run, he can't withstand the investigation, so he's definitely caught in a jar.

Looking at the approaching patrol airship, the man loosened his fingers holding the blinds and paced back and forth in the room anxiously: "It's just two deaths, why are you reacting so violently, damn!"

"Boss, if this doesn't work, we'll just fight them head-on!"

"Pah! Crash!"

After a while of noise, the man grabbed the younger brother who was talking by the collar and pressed him against the window: "Are you going to fight? Open your dog eyes and see what that is!"

The angry little brother leaned forward dissatisfiedly, and saw the cannon barrel rotating continuously under one of the airships without heavy armored soldiers. He shuddered: "No, this can't be necessary, right?"

If this shot goes down, not only them, but also the houses and passers-by around will be damaged. How many people will be injured by mistake? Is it worth it?

While they were in a dilemma and discussing countermeasures, the landlord of the building had already turned himself in to the police station. He confessed to the fact that he had illegally sheltered a person without identity proof and submitted a detailed tenant information to the police station.

He had no choice. Seeing that the landlords in front of him had tried to beg for help from everyone but to no avail and were fined or sent to jail, he thought over and over again and felt that he could reduce some of his losses if he took the initiative.

The alliance has always turned a blind eye to the issue of illegal immigrants. After all, their industrial production demand is too great and they are very short of manpower.

The unregistered residents are those created by the refugee shortage caused by the chaos in the mainland in recent years. These people are different from the quasi-citizens who come to the Alliance to make a living. The former go through formal channels and have resumes as endorsement, and can engage in formal work within restrictions.

An illegal immigrant is a migrant who has crossed the ocean. Naturally, there is a missing link in his background information. No one knows what he has done before and what kind of person he is. Therefore, he cannot pass the inspection and can only do odd jobs in places where no proof is required.

However, if they can do odd jobs and pay various insurance premiums steadily for five years and do not commit any crimes during this period, they can reapply for regularization with the payment certificate. It is not completely impossible for them to integrate into the local community. Having a future in mind can also minimize their desire to cause trouble.

There is also an unspoken benefit. Such temporary workers can alleviate the shortage to a certain extent. At the same time, factories and enterprises do not have to pay various fees for them. They can be fired after use without any burden.

This matter itself may have been tacitly approved by the Queen, because the Alliance has a special foreign legion composed of these people.

In order to have the opportunity to cross the class from black to white and become new citizens, their morale was not much different from that of the regular army, so the central government had no idea that it was absolutely impossible.

But the situation is different now. With Medea sitting in the top position, these people below don't want to be caught with any evidence. They will take down everything they can, no matter what, to keep their official hats first and talk about other things later.

After all, unspoken rules are unspoken rules. They are the rules only when they are hidden underwater, and if they surface and see the light, they will die.

Medea doesn't care much about these small actions, or she can't care about them. She is only responsible for ensuring that the general direction does not go off track, because this is to maximize the benefits.

As for these petty things, she could only set a general framework, and as long as they did not exceed the scope of the framework, did not violate the fundamental principles, and went unnoticed, it would be fine.

Do illegal immigrants and illegal workers exist? Yes.

Is there a meaning to existence? Yes, existence must have a meaning.

Can it be eliminated? As long as the conditions for applying for Union citizenship are relaxed and everyone is included in the citizenship system, there will naturally be no more illegal residents and illegal workers.

But I am afraid that many citizens will have to ask a question: Why?

Relying on them to sneak here at the risk of their lives?

It's not like they begged him to come! What else have they done besides smuggling? Why should they be treated the same as us? I contribute to the country, you didn't come when my family sacrificed their lives for the country, but now you are here.

I will shoulder the responsibility, build the country, and let you enjoy the good life, right?!

So Medea chose to take a cold approach to the matter and let society identify these people instead of intervening.

Chapter 290 Red Mist

The landlord's confession quickly attracted the attention of the police.

Because according to the statistics of that provocative video, there were three terrorists who appeared on the screen, not to mention the sounds that were heard outside the screen.

In fact, the social circles of most illegal immigrants are very simple, and most of them are just acquaintances.

Those who are capable of such deadly acts are most likely working together, so the focus of investigation is on small groups of three or more.

A group of five young and middle-aged unregistered residents in the landlord's records is particularly eye-catching.