Blackstone Code

Everyone has emotional outbursts sometimes, maybe just because of something trivial!

A serious injury and death occurred in the Commonwealth. A young man was walking on the sidewalk and had a slight collision with three people walking in the opposite direction.

His shoulder bag slipped in the collision and fell to the ground.

All four people stopped. The one of the three who bumped into this guy looked at him and then planned to leave.

The man looked at the three, asked them in a seemingly calm tone to pick up his backpack, and then apologized.

For the young people of the Federation, you can punch me, but you cannot ask me to apologize to you, even if I really did something wrong!

The person who bumped into him was also a young man. He bent down to pick up his shoulder bag and threw it to the other person. Then he said "Don't look for trouble" and turned to leave.

In his opinion, it was enough to pick things up and hand them over to the other party. In this "conflict" it was difficult to tell who bumped into whom. He had done enough!

But the murderer didn't think so. He grabbed the other party's clothes and asked the other party to apologize in a more special tone, as if he was gritting his teeth!

The act itself was offensive, plus there were three people across from him and he was the only one.

So the young man on the other side knocked his hand off and said "Fake".

The criminal then pulled out his weapon and shot at the three men, emptying the magazine in a matter of seconds.

The young man in the direct conflict was shot several times and died on the spot. Another guy died due to ineffective rescue efforts. Another guy was luckier and only got shot once, mainly because he ran out of bullets.

After rescue and treatment, he recovered to health, but it will be difficult for him to get over the shadow of the shooting in his life, and he must undergo psychological treatment for a long time - the lawyer suggested that he say this so that he can get more money.

In short, this incident aroused huge public response after it happened. Many people believed that the murderer was a typical anti-social and anti-human personality.

Just because he couldn't tell the difference of responsibility, he drew his gun and shot, killing two people and wounding one. Many people wanted him to be sentenced to death.

People only saw him draw his gun and shoot without hesitation, killing innocent passers-by.

But no one understood that before the conflict broke out, his emotions had reached a critical point and he was on the verge of collapse!

Of course, this is not to excuse his crimes, but to reasonably discuss some of the things and some incentives behind the blood eucalyptus caused by trivial things.

"He's like hay filled with gasoline. It only takes a spark to explode!"

Before the conflict, the murderer suffered the death of his family, suffered emotional setbacks, lost his job, and had a big quarrel with his good friends over some issues.

To him, it seemed as if the whole world had abandoned him in a short period of time!

So he can explode anytime, anywhere, and it may not even require "anyone" to do anything. He may just explode when he hits a wall!

In fact, Gladstone's mood was also like this at this time. All kinds of negative emotions were constantly brewing and fermenting in his heart.

Alcohol and nicotine were not able to calm his inner emotions. Under the influence of loneliness, they made his emotions almost explode.

When the person on the phone said those words, it was like a tight rope suddenly broke...

"You don't fucking believe me?" His voice suddenly became much louder, and the bodyguards outside the house looked in his direction.

He held the receiver of the phone in one hand and made large body movements with the other. He stood in front of the phone and walked back and forth, "You are always like this, you are always like this!"

"You actually know everything, but you never tell me what you think!"

"We have been good friends for so many years, and even you don't believe me!"

"If you don't believe other things, you don't believe it. You also believe this rumor that is obviously pouring dirty water on me?"

"Are you really stupid, or are you planning to do something with these rumors?"

His voice was loud, as if being loud would prove that what he said made sense.

In fact, he also knows that whether his voice is loud or not has nothing to do with whether what he says makes sense, but that's how people are. As long as their voice is louder than others, what they say should be accepted.

After Gladstone got angry for a while, the person on the receiver still had the same tone as before, "Don't you understand yet?"

"It doesn't really matter whether the rumors are true or not. What matters is the people spreading them."

"If they don't believe it... no, they don't really care whether they believe it or not."

"Their purpose of letting the rumor spread is to hope that more people will believe it, Gladstone, they want everyone to believe it!"

"Do you know what this means?"

"It means you are losing your 'environment', people are becoming less optimistic about you, your friends are getting fewer and fewer, and your enemies are getting more and more. This is 'public opinion'!"

Gladstone felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down his head. The somewhat crazy emotion disappeared in an instant, leaving only the emotion that became calm due to fear.

He leaned on the table and turned around, "Maybe you are right, but I haven't lost yet."

The guy in the receiver let out some chuckles, which sounded a bit mocking, like a sarcastic laugh.

"How long are you going to lie to yourself?"

"You still have a chance to walk away from this now, and if you keep going... you won't have a chance to walk away, whether it was your doing or not."

"Actually, you should also know very well that after such a big shot dies, someone of too small a weight cannot bear this responsibility."

"Just like the assassination of Mr. Trueman, even if there is no evidence pointing to Norinco, they must be held responsible for part of the responsibility."

"People want to believe that a huge interest group caused all this, not a soldier's father, a small person."

"People don't believe little people can work miracles, Gladstone."

Gladstone held the phone and lowered his head for a while before he asked, "Connor, are you also promoting the spread of these rumors?"

Connor laughed, "Rumor?"

"I don't think it's necessarily a rumor. Besides, I don't need to push it. You think about it yourself. As a friend, this is my last advice to you."

"It's better to leave before it's too late than to be ruined here!"

After speaking, Connor hung up the phone. He also knew about it immediately. He actually didn't think much about it at first, but then he had a phone call with Lynch.

He suddenly realized that regardless of whether Gladstone was the mastermind behind the murder, his political path had basically come to an end.

What he has to face is not the competitors before, those who have obvious shortcomings and can be defeated.

He was facing Lynch, a man who had never failed since he began to be active in society!

From the moment Lynch decided to deal with him, his ending was already doomed!

Gladstone looked very happy after hanging up the phone. He returned to the bedroom with a glass of wine.

He usually doesn't drink at night when there are no social activities. He actually doesn't like drinking, and he doesn't like the smell after drinking the wine.

But something interesting did happen today, and he wanted to...celebrate it.

"You seem very happy?" His wife, who was taking care of her skin, noticed his rare state and asked casually.

Connor curled his lips and sat on the sofa, "It's okay."

Then the room fell into a brief silence.

This may be the life of most people, dull, ordinary, without much passion.

Time not only kills people, but also kills all passions.

After about half a minute, Connor put down the wine glass and pursed his lips, "I heard that you are also planning to go to Pengeo?"

His wife applied oil on her legs that was said to be extracted from the fat of rare animals, and responded, "I have this idea, but I haven't decided yet. After all, my identity is a little special, unlike before. So easy to do.”

Connor's wife also runs two charitable foundations, but she is different from Joanna.

Joanna does not come from a political family, she only came into contact with these after becoming the First Lady!

Kangna's wife, on the other hand, comes from a political family, and she has known more or less about these things since she was still married.

Today, she already has her own methods and ideas on how to control these things, so nothing will happen to her.

If it had been before, she would have gone without hesitation.

After all, doing things that are in the limelight internationally not only brings the limelight, but also brings many benefits.

But her current status is very special, the First Lady of the Federation. Even if she does not make any remarks, her behavior will be interpreted by people.

"The others will go there, do you think I should go?"

The "others" she refers to refer to President Bowling's wife and several other ladies with good reputations.

Connor thought for a moment and nodded, "Why not?"

"As civilized people, we should behave kindly when dealing with disasters."

A cross-border disaster relief project can not only make enough money and win more support for yourself, but also gain more benefits!

After all, not all charitable donations are used for disaster relief, and the rest must go into your own pocket.

The night is getting darker, and the birds over the city, disturbed by neon lights and lampposts, flutter away from the center of the city.

People on the ground are still reveling in the night and happiness.

In the hospital, on the bed, the old man's eyelids twitched slightly. Maybe it was the strong reluctance in his heart, or maybe it was because of something else. He was waking up from his sleep.

In the newspaper office, the editors are excited, just to grab the attention on the front page tomorrow morning!