Blackstone Code

"Hey, have you seen the news?"

Lynch's voice was still so refreshing.

Just listening to what he said, I felt like walking barefoot on the beach in the summer and watching girls wearing only underpants playing beach volleyball.

The sun, the beach, the beach, the sea breeze blowing a little salty sea breeze, and then taking a bite of a green lemon, everything is wonderful!

Mr. Trueman on the other side of the phone quickly realized that this was a test. He leaned back and said with a smile, "Of course, if you are talking about news related to the Contraband Bureau."

"Yes, those are the ones."

Mr. Trueman's answer was also quick, "It was a little surprising, but their results are outstanding, and you know, sometimes we can't ask our government departments to take the initiative to do something."

"I often hear that some departments have serious problems of neglect and lack of initiative and enthusiasm..."

"They did a great job and used their subjective initiative, which is worthy of praise!"

The federal government has never been a government system that works proactively. The behavior of any politicians and officials requires driving force.

For example, the driving force of capitalists. Some capitalists hope to avoid certain provisions of the law, so they will form lobby groups, and everyone will see busy politicians.

Or there may be some violations in the construction and emissions of some factories. In order to hide these problems, politicians will try their best to turn their violations into compliance with the rules.

Of course, if someone reports to some agencies, or the media exposes some scandals and phenomena, federal government officials will also get to work.

But they rarely take the initiative to work, and they are all passively waiting for work to be assigned.

Just like the Contraband Bureau before it.

Without orders from above, the criminal syndicate run by the Grimm brothers sold and peddled smuggled alcohol almost semi-openly.

Everyone seems to be blind, and many agents may even go to these illegally operated establishments to have a drink and relax.

After all, with their income, they can't afford to drink those legal drinks!

But once there was an order from the top, everyone immediately took action.

There are no difficulties, no personal reasons, this is the Federation.

Mr. Trueman also showed his "surprise" at the sudden outbreak of the investigation. He told Lynch through these words that he actually didn't know about it.

Both of them knew what each other was talking about, but the way they communicated was more subtle.

It’s not about the advantages of covert communication, but sometimes the covert communication method leaves a certain amount of room for maneuver for both parties——

"Maybe there is something wrong with my understanding" or "Maybe you misunderstood what I meant." In just one sentence, there is room for room.

Lynch's laughter came, "They are doing a really good job. When it comes to fighting crime, we all have the same view."

Mr. Trueman nodded in agreement, "I agree with this, we have the same view..."

After ensuring that there were no more disagreements between the two parties, further communication was stopped, and then Lynch hung up the phone.

Mr. Trueman began to wonder again who was behind all this.

He was not surprised by Lynch's call. If Lynch didn't call for verification, that would be the biggest problem.

At least for now, there is still trust between the two parties.

Whether it's because of friendship or need.

For him, he cannot do without Lynch's support at this important stage, and Lynch also needs his help.

Several large orders from Blackstone Airlines are so big that people are jealous. If Lynch were not strong enough and had the president on his side, it would not be easy for him to hold on to these. .

The world of capital will never develop peacefully. Only attacking, annexing and even fighting each other is the only truth for the survival of the world of capital.

As for what Lynch will do next, he won't care too much. He knows very well that if the power of capital stretches out its claws and tries to roar in front of him.

If he doesn't fight back, these people will offend him even more.

Lions never hesitate to use their greatest strength to kill any provocateur. This is the most direct way for them to maintain their power!

He really wanted to know who it was!

In the evening, Pence finished the work at hand, processed all the documents, and locked the documents that needed to be stored in his safe.

After doing this, he carried his briefcase and walked towards the gate of the Presidential Palace.

After going through two security checks and confirming that he did not leave with anything that did not belong to him, he was granted permission to leave.

There are parking lots on both sides of the presidential palace. By default, the parking lot on the left is used by government officials.

The parking lot on the right is for ordinary employees.

There is no explicit provision for this, and something like this with obvious class characteristics and illiberal style cannot exist in a free federation.

Who, what kind of status, and where to park are actually more spontaneous actions of everyone. This is their freedom!

Pence walked to the parking lot on the right, got into his car, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

He opened the upper sun visor of the cab, took out half a pack of cigarettes, and lit one himself.

The strong smell of tobacco filled the air in a short time. He did not leave immediately, but sat in the car and smoked.

He didn't start the car until he finished smoking a cigarette and left the presidential palace.

He was a little nervous. He often looked in the rearview mirror while driving, and sometimes looked nervously at the vehicles passing by outside the windows on both sides of the cab.

Federal regulations prohibit car glass from being too dark or reflective like a shadow.

This is to protect the safety of law enforcement officers. Glass that cannot be seen through quickly will bring too many obstacles to law enforcement.

It was difficult for the police to assess whether there was a middle-aged Mr. White with an innocent face behind the darkened car window or Mr. Black holding a thermal weapon.

He was observing the interior of the surrounding vehicles, and he felt like someone was staring at him!

Pence was very nervous along the way. He was just an inconspicuous secretary in the Office of the Secretary of the Presidential Palace.

But he knew he had done something special.

Still two hundred meters away from where he lived, he slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

To be honest, he regrets it now, in many ways.

On the one hand, he sold himself too cheaply. For only 200,000 yuan, he drafted a document according to those people's requirements and got the signatures.

The price was too low. If he had known that the results of these documents would be so great, he would never have agreed to it for 200,000 yuan.

On the other hand, he felt a little dangerous, and was worried that because of these things, he would become a free tool in the eyes of the other party.

They held the key to his life. If they really wanted him to do something, he would have no room to resist.

It would have been nice if I had asked for more money. I could have left at this time and taken my family to find a small, remote but peaceful country to live in.

This little money... isn't enough for him to do anything.

He was smoking when someone knocked on the window, which startled him!

When he took a closer look at the guy who looked like a passerby, he suddenly frowned and said, "What the hell, what are you going to do?"

The passerby did not respond to his bad attitude, but pointed to the phone booth a few steps away, "Mr. Pence, I have your phone number."

The phone in the phone booth suddenly rang, and the passerby left quickly, as if he had never stopped.

Looking at the ringing phones in the phone booth, Pence realized that he might be in some trouble.

He hesitated again and again. The fact that the other party could find him here meant that he was always under their surveillance.

You can only hide now, not forever!

He walked into the phone booth and answered the phone, "Who's there?"

Somewhat wary and nervous.

The sound coming from the earpiece is obviously processed and crude.

Something seemed to be covering the microphone on the other side of the phone, which made the sound that Pence heard was unreal.

"Who asked you to submit that document?"

Pence's heart seemed to be squeezed hard all of a sudden, and he looked at the surrounding streets through the glass of the phone booth.

There were too many windows and dark windows, and he felt like someone was watching him, maybe the guy in the phone booth across the street?

He stared at the phone booth across from him, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, you know, you sent a document to Congress in the name of the Office of the President, signed by your author."

"My patience is limited. You are just a nobody. What I want are the people behind you."

"But if you are unwilling to cooperate with me, I don't mind letting you have some accidents to shock others!"

These threatening words made Pence swallow his saliva. He hesitated for a moment, and his mind was struggling fiercely.

In fact, the current situation is terrible for him. He didn't know that the document he sent would cause so many things. In fact, he had done it before.

The subsequent events brought about by the documents he sent before were not as terrible as this time. In just a few days, York State had arrested such a big case.

He didn't believe it could be dominated by one document.

If he reveals the person behind him, there is no doubt that those big shots will know that he is not tight-lipped enough to leak the secret.

But if he didn't say it, these people didn't seem to make it easy for him.

What's even more frightening is that once he confesses, it means that his taking bribes and using his job to do private work will be exposed.

He will most likely go to jail, and for a long time.

One minute……

Two minutes...

The person in the phone booth opposite left, but there was no signal from him to hang up.

At three minutes, the person on the other side seemed to have run out of patience.

"It seems that you are willing to protect this secret with your own life. You are a respectable person!"

"If you survive, we'll have a chance to continue talking!"

Peng Sim suddenly realized something, but the busy signal after hanging up came from the receiver. Just as some uneasy expression appeared on his face, he saw some weak reflections on the transparent glass of the phone booth.

Behind him, a pickup truck was speeding towards the phone booth where he was...