Blackstone Code

The weather is getting warmer and nicer.

There are many bright stars in the sky at Bupen at this time. In a few years, these things will be difficult to see.

Although Senator Langdon has begun to legislate for environmental protection issues, there is still no way to truly solve the problem of industrial pollution.

The dark streets may seem scary to people who are not familiar with the situation here, but to those who are familiar with the situation, it will not be scary at all.

The young man is running. He has good physical strength, thanks to the two years he spent in the army.

He had a good instructor. During the training camp, everyone thought he was a devil. He always made everyone unable to even lift a finger.

But when they actually arrived on the battlefield, everyone realized what a good person he was.

With abundant physical reserves and a healthy body, he has more chances to survive than others. He is very grateful to the instructor.

Even now, his running did not make him feel too tired.

He wanted to go back, leaving his money and some things, including his weapons, at home.

It would be difficult for him to hide if he left directly. Without money in the Federation, he was like a fish without water. Moreover, weapons could also give him a sense of security.

He lives in a remote location with his family. There are too many poor people in the suburbs of Bupen.

And there are more poor people gathering here from the surroundings and even further away.

In the past two years, the economy has developed greatly, and the myth of Bupen has been blown up again, and more people have begun to yearn for this city.

Even if they can only live in the suburbs and have a long commute every day, it cannot stop their dream of moving to a big city.

When the young man ran home, the lights in the house were still on and his father was still asleep. It seemed that the men had not chased him yet.

Time was running out, so he picked up the key, opened the door, and quickly rushed back to his room to pack his luggage.

First, there was the shoe box at the bottom of the bed. After he took out the basic pornographic magazines on the top, there were rolls of cash inside.

Each denomination is a "large denomination" of twenty yuan, and one roll is two hundred yuan. There are ten rolls and two thousand yuan here, which is enough for him to cope with it for a long time.

Then there was a pistol and a box of bullets in the box he used to hold his baseball bat.

Then he put the clothes into the travel bag, hesitated, and opened the door to his father's room, "I recently..."

The moment he saw everything in the room and his brain began to analyze these images, his hand subconsciously pulled out the gun.

But unfortunately, something cold pressed against the back of his head. With just such a slight touch, the travel bag fell to the ground. He raised his hands, and the weapon from his waist was also taken away.

"We were just talking about something that happened when you were a kid. I hope this doesn't make you feel too embarrassed."

A guy who looked to be in his twenties said with a smile.

He wore a dark suit, decorated with a white silk handkerchief in the breast pocket.

With his dark brown vest and exposed gold watch chain, he actually looks more like a capitalist or a successful person!

The old gentleman in the room looked at him nervously, "Don't hurt him, please!"

He looked at the old man, then at the young man, and nodded slightly, "If your son is willing to cooperate with us, not only will I not hurt him, but I will also give him a sum of money."

"But if he refuses to cooperate with us, you know, I am only the one responsible for execution, not the one responsible for decision-making."

The old man's pleading eyes shifted to his son, "I don't know what you did, but if you did something wrong, you must admit it and actively repent!"

"I lost your mother and your brother. I have nothing left. I can't lose you again!"

The young man said nothing and remained silent.

The guy sitting next to the old man stood up immediately and said, "It was a pleasure chatting with you, sir. I hope we can continue to have such a peaceful chat."

"You can call the police or find a way to seek help from the authorities..."

"No, I won't call the police!", the old man interrupted, "I won't do anything, just stay here, waiting for him to come back!"

The speaker looked at the old man for a while and nodded, "I hope so too."

"If I find the person, I won't stay any longer. We will meet again if we have the chance!"

Soon everyone in the room left, leaving only the old man.

He looked through the window at a row of car lights a few dozen meters away and did nothing else except worry.

As an old man, he knows very well that when the other person says that they don't mind him calling the police or asking for help, it means that these people are not afraid of official pressure.

He has lived for a long time and has witnessed the craziest period of the five major Bupen families.

They used submachine guns to shoot at their opponents on the street, and even machine guns appeared during the fight!

They used weapons to fight in the streets without restraint, but no one was imprisoned for it.

The Federation has long been in ruins!

He understands better than anyone else!

Now he could only hope that his son would not do anything stupid and lose his life for others.

In the car not far away, the little boss looked at the young man and said with a smile, "Your father cares about you very much. He even remembers clearly what happened when you were young."

Before the young man came back, the little boss looked around and found the photo album on the bedside table.

So the old man began to explain the story behind each photo. He was a smart man, and he really impressed the little boss a little bit.

The young man did not speak, but kept his mouth tightly shut. The little leader smiled and said, "I don't advise you to give up your mission or ideals, but you have to think about your family."

There were no words along the way, but the young man kept thinking.

The drive was not short, two hours, and we had reached the edge of the satellite city.

The convoy entered a large manor, in front of Bupen's manor, but the manor on the outskirts of the satellite city was not so valuable.

The young man in Mimi Lake was woken up and then led into the manor.

When he first entered the door, he saw a guy being dragged out as if he was dead.

At the same time, in a room on the first floor, two young men were cleaning up blood stains on the floor.

This also makes young people nervous.

He was taken into a room and sat on a chair.

There were some instruments of torture hanging on the surrounding walls, the gaps in the floor tiles were dark red, and the room smelled strongly of disinfectant.

Then two people walked in, including the little boss.

The little boss was holding a tray with coffee and bread. "If you are not willing to cooperate, we will all have to stay up late tonight."

"It would be good for you and me to have some coffee to cheer me up."

The coffee was very bitter, no sugar added, not your typical federal coffee, ground coffee from reroasted coffee beans.

While it is rich in oil, it also has a more bitter taste, and it has a good refreshing effect.

After drinking some coffee and eating something, the little boss smiled and asked, "Who asked you to make the call?"

The young man's eyelids trembled slightly, "I... don't know what you said."

The little boss smiled and shook his head, "You may think that no one knows that you made a call at a public phone booth, but you forgot where you made the call."

"The ski resort is some distance away from the urban area of ​​Bupain. To go to the ski resort, you either need to drive or take a special car."

"You watched your friend enter the hotel with the girl, and then you called... and you also wanted to make sure everything was going to happen, so you waited until everything happened before you left."

"But it was night time and the special buses had stopped running long ago. You either stayed in a hotel or drove away."

"Staying in a hotel leaves you with personal information, so you drove away."

"You were probably smart enough to know that it would be troublesome if someone caught something like this, and that the car park would record your license plate number, so you rented a car."

"You even used false identity information to rent a car, thinking you wouldn't be able to detect us."

"But have you thought about something?"

The young man was listening enthusiastically when he was suddenly asked a question and had limited response. It took several seconds before he responded, "What?"

The little boss took out the car rental contract and handed it to him, "They will make a copy of your driver's license."

The young man looked down at the contract. On the last page, there was indeed his driver's license, but he was also a little curious, "But the information on this driver's license is false."

The little boss then said, "But the photo is real!"

Generally speaking, false identities and false information often refer to the text content being false, not the photos being false.

On the contrary, these photos with fake identity information must be of the holder of the certificate in order to get through, and everyone will subconsciously compare them.

Young people don't think that leaving an ID photo will make things so troublesome, but it turns out to be so troublesome.

They followed the photo and found him!

In fact, it's not just Noel's people who are moving, but also those from the FBI.

This matter is not too complicated. The person who called Senator Langdon's son must have seen the two people entering the hotel before making the call.

In other words, he must be at the scene, at least before the incident occurs, otherwise there will be no effect if they don't meet.

The FBI checked all the information registered in the hotel at that time, and basically found no problems. If there were any problems, it also arranged for people to check.

Then they checked the information of the parking lot. The people in the parking lot said that someone drove away after the closing time.

Because cars sometimes need to be moved in the parking lot, they record the license plate number.

The person with the license plate number Noel found the car rental company and got the contract.

They then enlarged the photo and arranged for people to investigate throughout Bupen and surrounding areas.

When it comes to other things, maybe the authorities are more powerful, but when it comes to finding people, gangs are definitely more powerful!

Each gang has dedicated people guarding the streets of their territory all day long. If they appear once in a while, it is indeed difficult for them to remember.

But the young man was very young, lived in a relatively poor place, and often walked around the streets. Someone immediately reported the news.

Finally, he appeared here!