Blackstone Code

The Federal Presidential Palace has become a mess!

Important cities were lost, and stock prices plummeted another three percent, almost catching up with the plunge during the Great Depression.

Mr. President called Lynch over early in the morning. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't.

He knows very well that he does not have many days left as president.

As long as he loses his identity as president, it only takes a few words for Lynch to deal with him.

As for Lynch, no matter how he changes, he will still be a well-known entrepreneur and big capitalist in the Federation!

It will be like this twenty years later, it will be like this thirty years later, and it will still be like this even fifty years later!

He could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart and lower his voice as low as possible, but he still couldn't hide the anger in his voice.

"Mr. Lynch, you messed up what we agreed on before!"

Lynch was also a little embarrassed, sitting in a chair across from the president's desk rather than on the couch.

This is a way for Mr. President to express his dissatisfaction.

The index fingers of his hands touched each other and rested naturally on his thighs. As he began to speak, he spread his hands slightly and made a helpless physical expression, "I don't want to do this either, Mr. President."

"We all thought their purpose was to plunder the city's wealth, but who would have thought that they would actually occupy the city hall and demand negotiations with us?"

"If you could have warned me earlier, maybe the current situation wouldn't be so bad!"

This is not Lynch trying to shirk responsibility, but using such expressions to tell the president that this matter is not entirely his responsibility.

After all, the two of them agreed at the time to prevent this group of thugs from destroying and plundering the city as much as possible. In a sense, Lynch actually did a good job.

A large number of thugs who tried to plunder the wealth had formed a dead line, and they did stop the destruction and looting.

City Hall, on the other hand, was not in their plans from the beginning.

Sending people there was just... a precaution.

What a coincidence, the one in 10,000 chance actually came true!

Mr. President pursed his lips and looked at Lynch angrily, frowning and rolling his eyes, "We have to take it back from those inferior people!"

Lynch raised his eyebrows. The small group in the Federation that insisted on eradicating inferior genes would divide people into several levels: superior people, inferior people, and inferior people.

Inferior people are not considered human beings in their eyes!

Mr. President is actually a member of this small group. If voters know this side of him, he will not even have a chance to become a presidential candidate!

But this has nothing to do with Lynch, he is just a little curious, maybe let Mr. President defeat Mr. Trueman and become the federal president.

Today's society will be different, for example...a strict hierarchy?

Some scenes from science fiction novels about "Good Home" appeared in his mind, with the strict class system and harsh laws, everything became angular.

These thoughts just flashed through Lynch's mind, and he immediately nodded in agreement with the president's idea, "Yes, we must do that."

"Otherwise the whole world will see our joke!"

Lynch spoke to the president's heart, and at the same time he added in his heart - "It's my joke!"

He was silent for a while, "We...is there any way to take back the city hall?"

He explained his thoughts as he said, "If we take back the city hall and then rescue the mayor and the like, we will have a very relaxed environment."

"That's enough to prepare us for whatever comes next!"

He stared at Lynch, trying to find something on Lynch's face.

But apart from the smile, he didn't find much.

"Of course we can do it!"

Lynch's first words perked up the president, "What are you going to do?"

Lynch shook his head slightly and pressed his hands on the armrests of the chair. "It's not what I plan to do, but what you and the federal government plan to do."

"If you want the mayor to be rescued alive, we have to focus more on finding ways to deal with the enemies in City Hall without harming the mayor."

"It could take a day or two and there's a huge risk that the mayor could get hurt."

"You know, for this group of thugs, he is the best hostage, bar none!"

After all, he is the mayor, the highest symbol of power in the city.

No one could surpass him in political value, at least not in that place.

The president also realized that it would not be an easy task to rescue the mayor and clean up the city hall at the same time. It was said that the city hall had been turned into a fortress by the rioters.

There were at least hundreds of people entrenched in the city hall, and it was definitely not a good idea to storm them.

It is very likely that something will happen to the mayor and the city hall will be ruined!

He thought for a while and looked at Lynch, "So what are the other options?"

Lynch had a weird "sad" expression on his face, and he also drew a religious gesture, "Mr. Mayor, he died for the Union. We killed all the thugs and refused to compromise with the perpetrators! "

Mr. President's eyelids twitched. He was not sure whether this sacrifice was a subjective behavioral sacrifice or a sacrifice.

He was not sure whether he had interpreted Lynch's words correctly, but he knew that what Lynch was going to say and what he interpreted should be the same thing.

"I... need to think about it."

The President did not immediately give a choice, but hesitated.

After all, this decision is not easy to make.

Lynch did not stop because of this, but continued.

"If we attack City Hall and figure out how to keep the mayor safe, it's going to be difficult for us to ensure for that long whether something else is going to happen."

"But if we were just going to take out those thugs, an hour would be enough."

Lynch raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "You will receive good news from Nagaril before lunch!"

Mr. President was also very hesitant. In fact, the reason he came to Lynch was that he did not want to compromise.

If you compromise with the thugs, for example, you agree to release these thugs unconditionally, or not to arrest and convict them, etc.

Then the federal government and him will become the biggest joke in the world!

But if you don’t compromise or negotiate, you will definitely have to make other choices, but these choices are not so easy to make!

Lynch looked at Mr. President's embarrassed look and said softly, "The whole world is waiting for your decision, Mr. President."

Mr. President suddenly woke up, yes, the whole world is watching how the federal government handles this.

Sometimes every decision you make in a high position may not be what you want or make by yourself.

He himself thinks that it is a good idea to negotiate to solve the problem, but the current Federation does not allow those who provoke it to be alive after the provocation is over!

Male lions sometimes kill other creatures not for food, but just to tell other animals, don't fucking mess with me!

The wall clock on the wall is ticking, and time is flowing bit by bit in places that people can't perceive, and is moving away from us.

Mr. President was sweating profusely, and it was always difficult for him to make a decision. Perhaps this was the biggest difference between him and Mr. Trueman.

When Mr. Trueman faces this kind of problem, he will make a decisive decision, whether it is good or bad, as long as it is beneficial to the Federation, he will make it!

But the current Mr. President is a little bit ruthless and a little too kind.

In the political arena, these descriptions are not complimentary!

He swallowed, and his swallowing movement was very obvious. He looked at Lynch with a very special look, hungry for answers, "If we want to rescue the mayor... what are the chances?"

Lynch did not answer him directly, but answered with another fact, "Mr. President, they are a group of thugs."

"When they're desperate, they can do anything you think is impossible."

"I can't give you any guarantees. I can only say that I will do it, but what will be the result..."

He shook his head and did not continue.

Mr. President also realized that Lynch was right. They were a group of thugs who could do anything.

At this moment, he finally made up his mind, and he knew very well that it was not such a bad thing that the mayor died in the riot.

First of all, this can prove to the world that the mayor is a responsible mayor, and secondly, it can also provide convenient conditions for the federal government to intervene in more affairs of Nagalier.

Look, one of our mayors died. In order to avoid similar things happening again, we need to strengthen the management of Nagaril. Is this a problem?

What makes things difficult for the president is that he doesn’t want to be the decision-maker, and he doesn’t want to be the “murderer” in people’s eyes!

But now, it's not his turn to hesitate!

The stock has plummeted, and the anger of the capitalists is about to burn him away. If the federation compromises and negotiates to get the "peace" they want from the Nagaril people, I am afraid the stock will fall even worse!

He took a deep breath and asked quietly but firmly, "Before lunch?"

Lynch changed his sitting position and looked serious, "Before lunch!"

Not long after, Lynch went to the small room and made a call to the frontline commander.

"I'm speaking to you at the presidential palace."

"Clear all the Nagarils in the city and don't let them leave the city alive."

"Separate another part to storm the city hall. I hope to hear news of the recapture of the city hall before 11:50."

The frontline commander was stunned for a moment, and he tried to ask with a slightly uneasy mood, "Then... what about the mayor and others?"

Lynch lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. "The president will award medals to these people who sacrificed their lives for the country!"

The commander understood what Lynch meant. There was no need to worry about the hostages. All the federal government wanted was a result.

Nothing else matters!