Blackstone Code

Listening to the little boss talking about how he found himself bit by bit, some other expressions appeared on the young man's face.

It's like he's smiling, but not quite.

He knew that what the little boss said was true.

The federal lower class society is a very strange and complex society. Gang culture can be said to be permeating the bottom class of this country, and even the middle and upper class societies are full of gangs.

It may not always be visible to the public and is often forgotten by the public when they are not affected by the gang environment.

But as long as people live in this society and in the federation, there is no way they can avoid contact with gang members!

Yes, that's what this country is like.

The Green Brothers are one of the largest gangs in Bupen. They control about 30% to 35% of the gray and illegal industries in Bupen.

In addition to the Brothers Grimm and several other large gangs, there are also a group of smaller gangs.

There are many of these small gangs, perhaps dozens or more.

The gang culture of the federal bottom actually comes from "brotherhoods" and "hometown associations." During the great immigration period, many outsiders were unable to integrate into federal society and would conflict with the local bottom of the federation.

Just like the Great Depression and the Great Immigration this time, the lower levels of the federation required that when factories hire workers, they must reserve certain jobs for native federal citizens.

Even some federal native workers will bully immigrant workers to gain some status or pleasure.

This kind of opposition, contradiction, and conflict is universal!

For example, if an immigrant restaurant opens on a street and the business is very good, but it destroys the interests of local restaurants, they will find ways to deal with this restaurant.

In such a confrontational environment, a small number of people want to protect themselves—this does not necessarily refer to immigrants. Some locals also need to protect themselves. They can only stay together and seek warmth.

So groups with "mutual aid societies" as their main form began to appear, which was also the earliest prototype of a gang.

It is as long as the history of the Federation, if not longer than the history of the Federation.

With the development of society, gangs have moved from "not being bullied" to making profits. This is also an inevitable trend in the development of a capital country, where everything is based on wealth.

It is no longer a passive defense organization. Sometimes it can be very active, but passiveness always exists!

In addition to the gangs themselves, stores protected by them or extorted from them will also become their eyes and ears.

To this day, gangs have become a very important symbol in the federal social culture, and they are one that cannot be smeared!

Each gang controls its own neighborhood much more strictly than people think, so as long as the gang members in the neighborhood see his ID photo, he will definitely not be able to escape.

It's just that he didn't expect that it would happen in this way. He was dealing with federal congressmen, but it was federal gangsters who were looking for him. This sounded like a huge joke!

If it was the FBI or something, he would feel better, but now, he really couldn't accept it so easily.

Who would have thought that a federal senator would collude with gangsters?

Young people do not quite understand the rules of the game in the upper class, and they are even less clear about the relationships in the upper class.

If he had known earlier that Senator Langdon was the spokesperson for Lynch's political interests and that the Green Brothers were loyal to Lynch, he might not have been so impulsive.

The young man did not answer any questions, and the little boss was not angry. He just looked at the young man calmly.

"I have met many people of your age who have dreams, pursuits, and fighting spirit."

"Actually, many people's ideals are not as great as the word 'ideal'. Many people just want to have money to spend and be decent enough..."

He shook his head slightly, "Most people die on the road to pursuing ideals, the road to trivial ideals."

He took a deep breath and said, "You are your father's last blood relative. If you die, I believe he will not live long due to excessive grief."

"Perhaps your girlfriend will also be shocked by the news of your death. After all, you just separated tonight."

"With the exception of these two people, your friends may express regret for your death, but they will continue to do whatever they have to do."

"No more people will stop for you. You and your ideals are not worth a penny in the eyes of most people."

"I don't know who asked you to do these things, but there is no doubt that you are just a tool in his hands."

"From the time we found you to now, no one has done anything. You are like an abandoned chess piece!"

The little boss lit a cigarette, "We are scarier and more powerful than you think."

"It would be best to resolve our differences while you are at least intact and I still have the patience."

"If you have to wait until I hurt you before you think of solving the problem, it might be a little too late!"

The room returned to calm, except for the sound of a few people breathing.

After about six or seven minutes, the young man asked, "What if I said..."

The little boss replied with a smile, "If you tell me, you can live, your father can live, and you can even make some demands, such as asking for money, or leaving here."

"You know, for big shots, time is always more important than money."

"As long as you don't go too far, you can make any demands you want."

After a brief silence, the young man decided to speak out.

It's not that he betrayed friendship, but that he really couldn't afford it.

They are senators and gangsters, and these people don't seem to care at all whether they kill people or not.

He himself doesn't care, but what about his father?

He licked his lips, "I want... thirty thousand yuan!"

The person who arranged for him to make the call gave him two thousand yuan, and now he wants a little more. "Also, we have to get out of here. I'm afraid of retaliation."

The little boss nodded happily, "I will give you 50,000 yuan. I will arrange for you to live in another city later, and your identity information will be changed for you. You don't need to worry about this."

"Even if it's the president, if we don't want him to find you, he won't be able to find you!"

These words were arrogant, but they gave the young man a great sense of security. He thought for a while and sighed, "Some time ago, my former commander in the army called me and asked me to do him a small favor. ."

"I was friends with... (the deceased) and he told me not to show up and just watch him and the girl enter the hotel."

"I made a call as he asked and I saw another person enter the hotel and heard someone calling the police and I left."

"I've done nothing but make phone calls, I swear!"

The little leader glanced at the names written on the paper by the people around him and gave the young man a cigarette, "Tell me about your commander..."

The commander the young man called him was already lying on the bed and asleep.

After leaving the army, the officer used his previous status as an officer to open a security company.

There are about forty or fifty employees under him, most of whom are former subordinates in the army.

The main job of his company is to take orders for scrap materials from the Ministry of National Defense.

There are actually many such orders, and they will last for a long time, such as transporting a batch of goods on a truck to a certain area.

This batch of goods may not be too large, and the price is not too expensive, but considering safety, the Ministry of National Defense will arrange for people to escort it.

Mobilizing active-duty soldiers directly from the military region for escort requires a lot of troublesome procedures and costs a lot of money.

On the contrary, by handing over these tasks to private companies, not only can you save some money, but there are also not so many annoying approval procedures.

In addition, this is also of great help to the companies established by some veterans, maintaining some human relationships, and all such small side jobs are outsourced.

Big companies don't like it, but small companies can make a good living. The net profit for the five months in the second half of last year was about more than 30,000 yuan, which is much more comfortable than working at work.

Someone contacted him some time ago and asked him to help with something.

The person who contacted him was a former comrade who now opened a company of his own. He got the hint that there were rewards for doing this well, but there were also penalties for not doing it well.

He thought about it for a long time, and agreed to it in order not to affect the order from the Ministry of Defense. He also thought that this was a small matter.

Isn't this something you often do in the military to call a former subordinate and arrange a task?

Afterwards, he did receive a big order. If it could be completed, he could make two years of profits in one go!

If the cold muzzle of the gun hadn't awakened him from his dream, he might have been able to have this sweet dream for a while longer.

The guy standing at the head of the bed held a gun to his head with one hand and made a silencing gesture towards him with the other hand——

"Shh!"

The next morning, Lynch already knew the result. He hesitated, then picked up the phone and called Peleus.

The call was quickly picked up, and Peleus's voice was as steady as his body, "It's me."

Very indirect dialogue, which also reflects his strong self-confidence.

Lynch doesn't have many expressions, but his voice can give people the feeling that he is laughing, which is amazing!

"Peleus, it's me, Lynch, are you free tonight?"

There was a blank period of about seven or eight seconds on the other side of the receiver, and then a voice came, "Yes, but not much."

"There is a new restaurant that tastes good. I'll treat you to a meal."

After a few more seconds, Peleus answered, "Time, place..."

After hanging up the phone, Lynch looked at the phone and curled his lips. In the end, the clues only led to a retired military officer, so Lynch made it unnecessary to continue chasing.

If nothing else, it should be Peleus.

The only person in the military that Lynch might not be able to deal with is Peleus.

Just because of that letter that doesn’t actually exist!