Chapter 237: Justice from Heaven

“Sir Baron is right, in the face of such a natural disaster, I also believe that the various sects should coexist peacefully and ride out the storm together.” Alan Wilson stood straight, physically practicing standing and talking, but then said with a difficult look on his face, “Personally, I think it’s necessary for the Viceroy’s Office to step in, clarify the legal system, and crack down on the chaos brought about by the drought, especially the behavior of hoarding.”

“A good idea, these Indians value unconscionability, don’t they know that this kind of behavior will only increase people’s panic?” Sir Barron blamed the Indians with an unfaltering face and a tone that could be described as unforgiving.

“Who says otherwise?” Alan Wilson, with a dogged look on his face, helped out from the side, “If the drought can’t be curbed, it is necessary to kill a number of them for the sake of common anger, and it is also a way to express the determination of the Governor General’s Office to fight against the drought.”

As for the method of killing Indians to show the determination of the Governor General’s Office to fight against the drought in the subcontinent, this is of course no problem, this is how it should be done, just count it all in the statistics.

From Sir Barron’s office, Alan Wilson went to the Supreme Court of British India, to find the Chief Justice Clarke, as you can imagine, the judicial officer’s mood is good these days, justice is done and can be balanced between public and private interests, to find the value of the judicial officer in British India, the best of both worlds.

Now there is no need to worry about the pitfalls of suffering from scarcity rather than inequality, came to the Supreme Court for two things, the first is more important, to crack down on the illegal and criminal behavior of hoarding by Indian merchants, and doing so in a year of calamity is almost equivalent to murdering people. The emergence of such behavior under a natural disaster must be dealt with severely.

“These Indian merchants, disturbing the normal market. Gentlemen cannot tolerate this behavior.” Alan Wilson said decisively, “Administrator Andrew’s grain has not yet been sold and he has to face the chaotic market, the value of this behavior is outrageous.”

Outrageous of course is not the Bengal Administrator, but a small group of maliciously disrupting the market, hoarding Indian grain merchants, Clarke unhurriedly picked up the cup of tea, at the same time signaling Alan Wilson to continue.

“Many gentlemen have suggested that an ordinance be introduced to combat this hoarding and confiscate the grain they are hoarding. Hand it over to someone more reliable and looking out for the future of the subcontinent.” Alan Wilson was all for upholding fairness and the rule of law.

“I can think of no one more capable of looking out for the future of the subcontinent than the administrators of the provinces and the Viceroyalty.” Clarke wiped the single rimmed lens he wore while giving the offer, “Of course Alan you are aware of the constant complexity of things in British India, with all the sectarianism and chatter, and the tendency to find naysayers for decisive decrees to be made is not something one would normally take a chance on.”

As soon as Clarke’s words were out of his mouth, Allen Wilson held up two fingers, indicating that judicial officers were to take a twenty percent share in the action against hoarding, while saying, “The executive officers far outnumber the judicial officers, and, Honorable Chief Justice, we’re all part of the gentlemen’s circle and understand each other.”

“I didn’t realize that such heinous behavior was occurring while the subcontinent was facing a famine; don’t those Indian grain merchants know that it’s killing their fellow countrymen?” Clark said with a face of indignation, “Give me a day to introduce the decree and immediately extend it to the entire subcontinent.”

“A very bearable decision.” Alan Wilson heartily praised, holding Chief Justice Clark’s execution order in his hand as he left the Supreme Court.

Because the drought had set in, Vivien Leigh was about to travel to the United States to spread the news of the drought in British India around the world, as well as to begin this work of fossilizing on behalf of the Indians.

Before Vivien Leigh leaves, justice must always be served, and it must never be raised high and lowered gently. Otherwise Vivien Leigh’s debut documentary might not have been so sensational.

Now that the entire subcontinent is focusing on the drought, the previous action of the Holy Maiden doesn’t have so much attention anymore, this is just the right opportunity, even Patel, who is speaking for these temple elders, has already departed for London, and no one can stop justice from coming down.

Blazing sun. Wind light. Clouds clear. The earth was being moistened by hot flames, trembling uncontrollably under the crushing weight of military vehicles.

A dead leaf in the middle of the road, brought up by the speeding vehicles and fluttered down, like a lonely boat in the middle of the waves.

For the soldiers of the British army in India, this may be since the Indian uprising, the largest shooting mission.

And all the soldiers who executed the shooting, the heart is no guilt, adhering to the idea of justice comes, to bring these unkempt, different age of the Indians to the execution ground.

In the pre-determined execution ground, cameras were already set up with different angles, ready to record the scene where justice was done. As a conclusion to the Daughters of India documentary, it is Vivienne’s call as to what subtitles are added at the end.

Under the umbrella, a long British dress of Fei Wenli, with a large sunglasses, lenses and her face compared to appear large, but no loss of the great British treasure of the beautiful face, sitting in a reclining chair on the Fei Wenli, the body appears to be very petite, exposed in the air among the calves jumped and jumped, waited until Alan Wilson appeared to be disgruntled, “how to call me to the penal colony, is not too much, the night will be have nightmares.”

“Didn’t you come with sunglasses, can’t see clearly what nightmares, don’t think too much when you’re doing justice. Think about those miserable young girls.” Allen Wilson salty next to Fei Wenli sat down, “Which have to do things without paying the price, so that you do not have more sense of generation.”

Finally Allen Wilson under-eye voice said, “Besides, if you can’t sleep by yourself, call me, I’ll sleep with you in my arms.”

“Who wants to sleep with you?” Feiwenli’s face under the sunglasses was a little flushed, and she retorted with an annoyance, “And a gentleman. Now when the subcontinent is fighting the drought with all its might, if others want to know that you, the assistant who forcefully fights the drought like this, still won’t eat you?”

“I won’t regret even if I’m shot.” Allen Wilson rushed to Fei Wenli a raised eyebrow ambiguous road “because it is very worth it.”

Inappropriate male-female relationship, in Alan Wilson’s civil service career, is destined to be a small thing can not be small. Even Andy, his assistant in Hyderabad, sought out prostitutes without paying for them.

Besides, how many high-powered senior civil servants, whether native or colonial, are clean?

It can not be denied that all civil servants are not clean, after all, some departments are really no oil and water, like Alan Wilson concerned about vulnerable departments of civil servants in the upper echelons of the civil service, or relatively rare.

For the lure of British India’s huge assets, he, the assistant commissioner of British India, not only moved his heart, but also decided to move immediately, anyway, history is laid out there, even including the top of the native civil service chiefs, down to the middle level officials of British India.

By this time, the preliminary distribution of the imperial heritage should have been completed, and in order to really join in this feast of division, he, a patriot for the empire at all costs, must also pay a certain price, take part of the responsibility that he must bear.

Why down to the middle level officials? Quite simply, the bottom officials were Indians, and the British were at worst mid-level.

Money confuses the heart ah, for Alan Wilson such for the empire, can be fearless patriot, in the face of such a huge amount of wealth, where he will still think about what the cost, responsibility, he is only thinking about, is how to split the feast in the win-win situation.

Therefore ready to win twice the master of time management, only every day to work in a row, adhering to the noble spirit of hard work and wealth, everything in detail to take care of everything.

This kind of suffering which is a demon queen can understand, the demon queen is about to go to the United States, will be in Hollywood for post editing, think of this Alan Wilson heart is still quite reluctant to give up.

“Prepare to shoot how many people?” Fei Wenli took out a small mirror, also ready to temporarily make up a makeup at the same time also did not forget to inquire.

“The matter of the temple saints arrested eighteen thousand five hundred people, probably there are still fifteen hundred people did not bail, today shot five hundred, the public announced the execution of fifty criminals, highlighting the Governor’s Office on the importance of the saints group. As for the larger crackdown on crimes against women, the number of criminals over there is a bit higher.” Alan Wilson snapped his fingers as he counted, “Those rapists won’t survive much longer, they’re a bunch of low-caste criminals who can’t afford bail. Going to be saying goodbye to the world in the next three to six months.”

“Why don’t they get shot right away?” Vivienne, who was holding the mirror, asked back rather disgruntled, “All these people should be shot.”

“Thanks! There offended.” Alan Wilson hasn’t forgotten that at the very beginning the Great British Treasure in front of him, was also reluctant to himself, and said from a neutral and objective point of view, “There has to be a little bit of time, right, without forcing the families of these criminals a little bit, how do you know whether it’s true that they can’t afford to pay bail or false bail?”

“Am I supposed to applaud you for your ingenious act of kindness?” Vivien Leigh gave Alan Wilson a blank look, which unfortunately wasn’t received by the latter because of the sunglasses.

“Nothing to do with ingenuity.” Allen Wilson waved his hand, what is considered ingenuity in bargaining for sinful silver, that is and Lord’s ingenuity. He, a small assistant commissioner of British India, could only say that he could only see farther by standing on the shoulders of giants.

Be escorted to the execution of the prisoner has arrived, because the Chinese and British situation is different, does not require the prisoner hands clipped, back to the black hole of the muzzle, face to face is more in line with the relationship between the two sides.

Seeing this scene, the temple elders who were usually respected and worshipped had opened their mouths and begged for mercy, snotty and tearful, their voices were filled with grief and regret, and anger and remorse were all over each of their faces.

“Shoot!” With a command from the British officer, short and intense gunshots rang out, and everything came to an abrupt end.

“Take the next batch.” The British officer who ordered the shots didn’t even look at them and shouted at the soldiers in the rear.