Blackstone Code

Before seven o'clock, Gladstone was awakened by the sound outside the window. [.\\nCOM Situ’s updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, and error-free content is repaired in the most timely manner. Due to caching reasons, browser access is recommended.\\nCOM official website]

He suddenly sat up, and then his head felt as if he had been hit by an axe, and he almost fell down again from the pain.

He didn't go to bed until after three o'clock, and he had to drink a lot of wine before going to bed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

Whenever he lay in bed and stared into the darkness, an indescribable fear haunted him.

That feeling... was like sitting at the desk and watching the girls in the magazine who couldn't afford clothes doing handicrafts. The footsteps of their parents sounded outside the door, but it happened to be the last moment.

The fear of being discovered anytime, anywhere, right now!

Only after drinking too much can you fall asleep.

After he took a sip of water, he held his forehead and forced himself up, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out with squinted eyes.

It gets bright earlier in the summer morning, and you can already see it before six o'clock, and it's almost seven o'clock now.

The newly rising sun is not dazzling, nor is the sunshine blazing. When it falls on people, they can't imagine how harsh it will be at noon!

The outside was already crowded with people, reporters, police officers maintaining order, and bodyguards guarding the yard!

A sound of anger rose from the soles of his feet. He stared at the reporters for a while, then turned and entered the bathroom.

Not long after, he was fully dressed and came to the gate.

The reporters clicked the shutters frantically, and countless reporters began to ask their own questions. Regardless of whether Gladstone heard their questions or not, they began to ask and answer their own questions.

Questions like "Are you not answering because you know you can't explain it?" or "Are you acquiescing in your silence by remaining silent?" For them, it is better for Gladstone not to answer than to answer.

At least they can write whatever they want without answering, but if they want to twist what he said after answering, it will become much more difficult.

Sometimes there is not much difference between journalists and female supporters. They are both in it for money.

Sometimes reporters are even worse than female supporters. At least some female supporters have some bottom line, but there are really not many reporters, or even none!

Gladstone frowned, got into the car under the protection of his bodyguards, and left slowly.

While sitting in the car, he was thinking about how to solve this problem.

What Connor said last night truly "awoke" him now.

The reason why the rumor spread so quickly and even started to circulate in Congress was not because the content of the rumor was so shocking.

But everyone hopes that more people will know this rumor and believe it!

There is no doubt that the Conservative Party must be involved.

His head hurt again and his mood became depressed and irritable.

This irritability became even stronger when he walked into the new Progressive Party office building!

Everyone, whether they are security guards, housekeepers, postmen, ordinary employees, clerks at the front desk, or those with positions within the party.

No matter who they were, no matter what they were doing, when they saw Gladstone, their actions seemed as if someone had pressed the pause button.

They maintained the "last frame" of the action, and then looked at him, their eyes calm but turbulent.

That look seemed to be able to speak, as if to say to him——

"Look, this executioner dares to come here!"

Everyone was looking at him, and his mood fluctuated violently again.

He stood at the elevator entrance and suddenly turned around. Those who were still looking at him seemed to have pressed the play button again by that mysterious power.

They start from the "last frame" and continue doing what they are doing.

The security guard stopped the postman from entering, the cleaners cleaned up the scraps of paper left by the female clerk at the front desk, and the others chatted quietly or went to their work places.

The sound of a ding brought Gladstone out of a certain mood, and he walked into the elevator. There was only one button on the elevator, the button for his office.

The capitalist who "donated" the new office building had a very good relationship with him and specially prepared an office on the top floor for him.

Perhaps due to the habits of some big capitalists, or perhaps due to other reasons, his office was the only one on the entire floor.

In this regard, he is very similar to Lynch. Lynch also likes to have his own office on one floor, and he also likes this.

So this elevator is his personal elevator and does not go to other floors.

After he arrived at the office, less than two minutes after he sat down, a piece of "bad news" came from Slem.

Old guy, wake up!

The old man from the Progressive Party woke up after five o'clock, but he was still very weak at that time and could not shout loudly. He did not even have the strength to press the button to call doctors and nurses.

No one expected that he would wake up so quickly. In addition to very serious injuries and a large amount of blood loss, he also had a high concentration of anesthetics in his body.

Even a cow can't wake up until dawn!

He fell asleep in bed for a while, until after six o'clock, he finally had the strength to press the button, and then the doctor hurried over.

The old man's spirit was very depressed. His lifelong friend and foe died in front of him. He had two incisions on his chest that were a foot long in total, and most of his chin was completely gone.

There's no way he can behave that well!

But it's not too bad, at least from a doctor's point of view, it's a miracle that he woke up so quickly.

Lynch arrived at 7:15, along with Catherine and the professor.

When he saw Lynch, the old man was obviously a little excited, and the changes in the waveforms on the monitoring instruments also proved this.

He had a pen in his hand and laboriously wrote the word "revenge" on the notebook.

He stared at Lynch and wanted to speak, but he could only make meaningless sounds.

He could not save his tongue. Speaking had become a luxury for him, and he could only express himself through writing.

He looked at Lynch, his eyes filled with a firm and extreme emotion as never before.

He wanted to reach out and grab Lin Qi's hand, but Lin Qi took the initiative to put her hand into his.

Looking at the crooked word "revenge", Lynch nodded, "I will find the murderer and bring him to you."

The old man became a little excited again, and he was writing and drawing on the notebook with the hand holding the pencil tip, "How is he?"

He, referring to the conservative old man.

It was he who invited the other party to his villa to discuss cooperation in bringing down Gladstone.

The old man was reluctant to use off-board moves against Gladstone. On the one hand, he now had enough ability and means to bring down Gladstone.

On the other hand, as an "old-timer", an old-timer who has retired and left the high-profile stage, he is not suitable to use some dishonorable means to solve Gladstone's problem.

This would set a bad example for the young people behind him. Although none of them were actually good people, he felt that he could do without using methods outside the rules, so he tried his best not to use them.

Because if you use it today, someone else will use it tomorrow, and they will all say "you used it first", which is not a good sign.

Although politics is sometimes dirty, the old man has devoted his whole life to it, and he hopes that it can be as pure as possible!

The two parties are exerting their efforts at the same time, and Gladstone will certainly not be able to stop it.

The two of them had discussed something, and he was in a good mood, and then he proposed having a drink together.

The two of them had been blowing the air conditioner in the room all day. By then it was getting very late and the temperature outside had also dropped.

They walked to the terrace on the second floor of the villa together. It was very windy and cool, much more comfortable than blowing the air conditioner.

Holding the wine glass, looking down at the extremely prosperous Slim, he casually decided the fate of a big man at the top of the pyramid.

Power, wealth, all this is in their hands!

In this kind of mood, only outdoors can release those feelings!

The two clinked glasses, and then he heard gunshots.

He watched his old friend fall beside him. His brain actually reacted immediately, but his body couldn't react!

He told himself to run, or get down, and don't just fucking stand there. His body didn't react until he was "pushed"!

It wasn't his old friend who pushed him, but the bullet that hit him, but it didn't penetrate deep into his body because of the angle.

He ran towards the room, his steps staggering due to fright, being shot, and his age.

People have some natural physiological reactions when they fall. He raised his head.

At this moment, his brain sent a signal to his body to protect the brain first, so he raised his head so that his brain would not hit the ground first.

It was this natural reaction. A bullet shattered his jaw. He fell to the ground and passed out...

His memory only ended here, and he wanted to know how his old friend was doing.

After competing for a lifetime, they have no physical or biological relationship.

But in fact, from the heart and soul, their relationship has gone beyond friends, like family and brothers!

Lynch shook his head, "He died on the spot, both shots hit his vitals."

There were some tears in the old man's eyes. His eyes were very cloudy, but the tears were clear.

"It must be him!"

The force penetrated the paper, and the exclamation mark tore the paper used for printing. Lynch held his hand and nodded slightly, "I think so too, but now we lack evidence."

The old man wanted to write something else. He was extremely excited now. Lynch held his hand and continued, "Let's first find out if he has left any clues or flaws."

"If there was, you would have met him."

"If not, you will still see him."

"I promise!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, because Lynch's second sentence revealed a lot of meaning.

Although he had been given anesthesia and the strength of the drug had not worn off, his brain was still normal.

He looked through Lynch and saw Catherine and the professor standing by the door, and he understood immediately.