Blackstone Code

It was two fifteen, and Gladstone was still awake.

He was sunk deep in the sofa, smelling strongly of alcohol.

There were a lot of cigarette ashes on the ground around me, some of which even burned the camel hair of the carpet into black spots of varying sizes.

Cigarette butts, empty wine bottles, and a half-eaten pizza made the place smell as bad as you could possibly want it to.

He had been waiting for news, important news.

As long as the old guy goes to see God, everything will be back under his control.

His inner emotions at this time were very conflicting.

The old man from the Progressive Party actually treated him really well. He graduated from a Holy Peace Society institution, but due to some background problems, he was not able to become a preliminary member of the Holy Peace Society.

The Development Office of the Progressive Party took a fancy to him at that time and developed him into a member of the Progressive Party.

After graduating from college, he worked directly in the mayor's office. Because of his outstanding work ability, he quickly attracted the attention of the party.

Under the intervention of the old man, after working as the mayor's assistant for three years, he was promoted to work in the office of the secretary of the state government and became the second chief of the office.

It can be said that everything went smoothly for him in the political arena, especially after the old man became the chairman of the committee, and his status in the party was significantly improved.

In his early thirties, he became a regional councillor, and in the following years he promoted several relatively heavyweight regional laws.

He was later transferred back to the party committee and held a party position.

After several years of accumulation, he successfully served as the president of the regional senate and then the governor.

But his "official career" also ended here.

His grandfather was a controversial figure. The federal history books helped him cover up the scandal of "massacre of indigenous people" and said it was a suppression of bandits.

But suppressing bandits is suppressing bandits, and massacre is massacre. The truth cannot be confused just by whitewashing it!

His father was lucky enough to become a senator, and then married a woman from another political family and had Gladstone.

Logically speaking, Gladstone should have better political prospects, but the problem lies precisely in his grandfather's glorious deeds!

At that time, when the Conservative Party was still popular, in order to stabilize domestic public opinion and at the same time do a good job of "unity" to appease the indigenous people in the protected areas.

So it was difficult for Gladstone to climb up, and his competitors often used this to attack him - the executioner's grandson!

If even the grandson of the executioner who committed a genocide can become a member of Congress, then people will be completely disappointed in this country!

After failing in the sprint, he could only lie dormant for a while and become active in the political arena as a broker.

If some people don't like what he and his grandpa do, then there must be people who like what he and his grandpa do.

Until the old man found him and told him that he planned to let him take over.

Gladstone is still very capable, and the things his grandfather did are actually a plus in the Progressive Party - it is said that the Progressive Party once formulated an "inferior race cleanup plan" within the party, but later Void.

Although this plan was scrapped, it continues to this day in another form, such as the two theories of "social elitization" and "elimination of inferior races."

These two theories really exist in the upper class society of the Federation. They believe that everyone below the middle class is an inferior race.

Because individuals who are smart (emotional intelligence), diligent, intelligent (IQ) and excellent in all aspects will surely rise from the crowd.

And those who are always at the bottom of society are all flawed human beings.

Laziness, stupidity, greed...

The core of the theory of social elitism is to completely separate human beings into different classes by creating indestructible social classes.

Their idea was to build a "circular" city, with high-class people living in the core area, followed by middle-class people, and inferior people on the outermost edge.

These people do not enjoy any social welfare benefits. They are like a small group outside the social system.

Only those who can transcend class can be accepted by the elite society and are human beings in the true sense!

Treating inferior races like animals is their destiny.

The core of the theory of eliminating inferior races is to directly destroy inferior races through physical means.

If artificial interference prohibits reproduction, uses drugs or certain methods to make inferior races lose their fertility, then in the end only excellent races will be able to reproduce, while inferior races will gradually and completely perish!

Then the superior race will build a society that is absolutely fair and absolutely sharing...

Well, they actually want to eliminate privatization!

No matter which theory they adopt, they do not consider people at the bottom of society to be human beings!

To this day there are still some people who support these two doctrines and try to persuade more people to join them!

What is disturbing is that these people are standing at the top of the pyramid or even at the top!

These people are obviously very supportive of the massacre of indigenous people, because in their eyes, the indigenous people have long ceased to be human beings.

They are just animals that look like humans. If these animals are not cleaned up, they will only use their own genes to contaminate human genes!

Gladstone's rise to power was secretly supported by some of these people.

He was still shocked at the time, because he was definitely not the best, but he did not refuse, but agreed.

The old guy was very kind to him. He admitted it and did a lot for him when he was growing up, more than his father did!

So at this moment, his heart was complicated.

He not only hoped that the old guy would die quickly, but he also hoped that he would repent before death came and stand on his side again, so that he would not have to die.

The regret, anger, shame, and various emotions in his heart were tormenting him!

Only alcohol and nicotine can make him feel better!

The sudden ringing of the phone in the quiet room made his hands tremble, and some of the wine in the glass spilled out. He quickly stood up, put the glass back on the coffee table, looked at the wet patch on his leg and gave up. Rescue ideas.

He walked over to the telephone, and the ringing sound was particularly harsh at this moment.

He held the receiver of the phone and waited for a few seconds before picking it up.

"The wrong person was killed. The target was seriously injured but not dead."

Gladstone slowly opened his eyes and couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or dissatisfied. After a while, he came back to his senses.

"Is there still a chance?"

When he came back to his senses, he became a little calmer. Now that he had taken action, it was impossible to look back.

If you can’t kill him once, then kill him twice!

The person on the other side was silent for a while, "Maybe it's not big, Lynch is here, and... the wrong one was Mr...."

Gladstone's heart trembled violently. The name of a big shot made him almost unable to hold the receiver in his hand!

"How could it be like this?"

"There have never been any good opportunities. That guy has been staying in the house and never comes out. He can't find any opportunities at all."

"They finally left the house today, but it was too dark..."

Summer in Nagaril is definitely not a comfortable summer. Recently, the daytime temperature there is relatively low at 37 or 8 degrees Celsius.

For an old man, running out in such hot weather is definitely too comfortable for him.

So the old man kept the air conditioner on in the room and didn't go anywhere.

Nagaril is close to the equator, and the sun is very strong. Basically, the curtains are drawn in the room to avoid direct sunlight.

The killer has never been able to find a good opportunity or a suitable angle.

Just last night, after chatting for a long time, the two old men took advantage of the darkness and the temperature to drop, and they went to the terrace to get some fresh air together.

There was only one dim light on the terrace, and with the city's backlight, it was impossible to tell who was who.

Opportunities are hard to come by, and Mr. Killer doesn’t know who is the target among the two people. Can’t he just kill them all anyway?

So the two old guys who were holding wine glasses and watching the night view of Slem on the dark terrace were both shot.

The conservative old man who was close to the killer was shot first, giving the progressive old man a chance.

But he was too old after all. He tried his best to react and dodge, but he still got shot twice.

Fortunately, he survived.

Gladstone didn't know that so many things had happened. He only thought about when the old guy would die.

"Go and see if there is an opportunity. If there is, keep doing it. If not, find a way to hide it."

The phone soon got a busy signal, and Gladstone hung up the phone, returned to the sofa, and sank in again.

The trouble is big this time. Not only did he kill the wrong person, but he also killed such an important person.

Not long after he sat down, the phone rang again. He walked over a little irritably and picked it up, "This is Gladstone."

"You did it?"

The voice sounded familiar, and the appearance of a person gradually emerged in his mind. His heart trembled, but his voice did not change at all. Instead, he was a little confused, "What did I do that you did?"

The guy on the other end of the phone seemed to be analyzing his tone and answers, and after a while he slowed down a little, "Don't you know?"

"Something big happened over there in Slem. Two old guys were assassinated!"

Gladstone lowered his voice and exclaimed as if he had just heard about it, "I drank too much at night and fell asleep as soon as I came back. How is the situation now?"

Maybe his voice and performance were really deceiving, or maybe the guy on the other end of the phone thought he was too neurotic.

In short, he was not as pertinent as he was at the beginning, "The old guy from the Conservative Party has returned to heaven. It is said that your side has passed the dangerous period, but now there is a theory circulating outside that it was you who did it."

Gladstone's expression changed slightly and he sneered, "Does anyone believe this?"

The guy on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, "I believe it."