Blackstone Code

On July 22, the assassination of an old man from the Progressive Party and an old man from the Conservative Party began a comprehensive investigation phase.

Gladstone also found Connor again.

In the reception room of the living area of ​​the Presidential Palace, the two people sat on both sides of the table.

Gladstone seems a bit decadent. He has been working very hard to change the status quo during this period, but unfortunately, what he can do is very limited.

Some of his "doglegs" have refused to answer his calls. Although the remaining ones say they are still willing to answer his calls, they are no longer as willing to express their position as before.

And those old people who he kicked out to enter retirement life began to gather around and move around again.

They didn't even hide their purpose - to remove Gladstone from power!

He found his father, and there was nothing his father could do about it. Now it is spreading all over the world that he hired a killer to assassinate the two old men.

He argued that these were all...fake news, but people actually didn't care whether it was true or false.

What people care about is letting more people know about this fake news!

As long as enough people have a unified understanding, whether it is true or false will actually be confused for a long time.

After much thought, he found that there were only a few people who could help him, and Connor was the most likely among them.

They have been friends for many years, and it was only during the election that the relationship turned bad. He felt that he still had the possibility and opportunity to let Connor help him.

Connor looked at Gladstone and wanted to laugh.

Suddenly there was a desire to laugh out loud in his heart. He raised the corner of his mouth and then returned to it. He held it back.

He thought of Gladstone's breathless control before. Every time they participated in an event together, no matter what the event was, he would always be like Gladstone's "subordinate".

Rather than a candidate who is running for federal president and has a great chance of winning!

Gladstone stole the show, and only if Gladstone wished to do so could he express some of his own opinions.

He certainly didn't expect at that time that the situation would change so quickly.

"You have to help me." Gladstone's hair was not as meticulous as before.

He used to have enough time to work on his hair and get every hair where it should be!

No matter when he went to work, no one would accuse him of being late or arriving at the wrong time.

But things are different now. He has no time or thought to maintain these personal decencies.

He woke up in the morning and combed his hair casually, without even applying hair wax.

This also caused the hair to look a bit scattered and random, and it was these scattered and random things that made him look embarrassed.

Gladstone looked at Connor, his eye sockets were a bit sunken. He hadn't been able to eat well or sleep well recently, and his spirit had been a bit broken.

"I've helped you for so many years, now you have to help me too."

Connor has changed a lot since he became president. He is not at a disadvantage when facing Gladstone like before.

After all, he was the chairman of the Progressive Party Committee and held great power. At that time, he was just a candidate. There was a big gap between the two!

Now, he is the president of the Federation, and his power is getting stronger day by day, while Gladstone will lose everything he owns anytime and anywhere.

People's mentality will change differently at different times.

He had fantasized about "playing" him before, but now, he no longer had such thoughts.

"If you are referring to the fact that they identified you as the mastermind, the only advice I can give you is to take the blame and resign immediately, and then go to plead guilty."

Gladstone looked at Connor without saying a word. The sunken eye sockets made his eyes look a bit scary, like a wounded lone wolf in the wild.

Connor couldn't stand the look. He leaned back, as if the slight distance would make him feel safer. "It's useless for you to look at me like that."

"It's not a matter of rumors now. ...Mr. also said in front of many people that you were the messenger."

"Everyone within the party, outside the party, and in the political arena is targeting you now. Even if it is me, I can't help you solve these people and troubles."

"Your best choice is to take the blame and resign immediately, and then apologize. I will give you an amnesty order to ensure that at least legally, no one will make things difficult for you."

"And that's the only thing I can do for you!"

Gladstone would surely face many accusations once he fell, and a pardon could save his life.

He won't die in jail for no reason, he doesn't even need to go to jail!

Gladstone licked his lips, feeling a bit of a taste, "We have known each other for more than thirty years..."

"It's thirty-seven years!" Connor corrected the date in more detail.

The corner of Gladstone's mouth tilted slightly, "You are not willing to help me after thirty-seven years of friendship."

"You have a very good relationship with Lynch. You know, the core of this matter is not with that old guy, but with Lynch."

"As long as you talk to Lynch, all the turmoil will subside. I am also willing to make some compensation to express my position and attitude."

Connor was stunned for a moment, but then he shook his head, "I don't know where you heard this. Although Lynch and I are good friends, we are not good enough to interfere with his decision."

"Since you are willing to speak clearly, you should know that he is trying to help...Ms. take your place."

"You think when you basically have no chance to make a comeback, if I go say something to Lynch, this will all end?"

"Gladston, you always said that I was too naive. Now I want to return those words to you."

"You are too naive, so everything you look at will feel naive."

"If this is the purpose of your trip, I think..." He pursed his lips, "You can go back."

Gladstone stood up, "I won't do nothing, I will struggle, I don't guarantee whether I can keep secrets for some people..."

Connor didn't care at all about these threats, "You're looking for death, you know that?"

"Do you know how many people will want to kill you immediately after your news gets out?"

"Gladston, think of the Duncans, think of your family, think of your children."

"You don't want them to accidentally drown in a street fountain, right?"

Gladstone took a deep look at Connor, then turned and left.

If there is really no way out, he actually doesn't care about any of this.

The world has nothing to do with him after he dies anyway, so who cares what happens?

What he lacks most now is to be able to get Lynch to accept what he asks for, handle, or anything else, and he doesn't have it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to see Connor, a guy he didn't consider to be "promising" in the past, a loser who had to rely on some off-the-chart tricks to win the election.

After watching Gladstone leave, Connor thought about it and called Lynch.

He couldn't guarantee whether Gladstone would really shut up, or whether he might say something nonsense beforehand.

Connor's butt is not clean at all. In addition to problems such as cheating, he actually had more problems when he was a broker.

He even participated in the Paradise Island, but his reputation was not obvious.

Once these things are exposed by Connor, it is likely to prompt his mid-term election issues.

In the past, he actually didn't care much about whether he could be elected president, and he didn't like to use off-the-table tricks.

But since becoming president, he has become obsessed with the feeling of power.

No matter how absurd the decision is, as long as he says the magic words "I want this now" and signs the newly printed document, the absurdity will become reality!

Even if he asks the ladies to shorten their skirts by five centimeters, this is power!

He didn't want to lose this power now, he had to maintain it.

Lynch, who received a call from Connor, assured him that Gladstone would not be a big trouble for him or anyone else.

Subsequently, the FBI contacted Gladstone and asked him to go to Slem for investigation on the grounds of "cooperating with the investigation."

Gladstone is not a fool. He knows that the most important thing now is not to leave the country and not to leave the public eye!

Once he disappears from the public eye, those people can do whatever they want!

Standing at his height, he can already see things that many people cannot see. Rules are always a cage set by the superiors to protect their own interests and for the inferiors, and they pretend that they will abide by them.

But as long as they need it, they won't comply!

Process justice?

Judicial supremacy?

When do people at the top of the pyramid consider this when they want to deal with their opponents?

It's like he sent someone to assassinate the old man, but he didn't think about it. As long as the old man died, no one would investigate the matter!

Gotta find a way!

He had gotten word that the FBI was on their way, if they arrived, with the relevant legal documents.

They could have taken him away by force!

what to do?

Gladstone walked around the room. He thought of many ways but none of them worked well.

Including running away immediately, running away was also the first option that was eliminated by him.

Once he escapes, those people may accidentally kill him during the "hunt"!

Therefore, he could not give these people the opportunity to kill him directly, but he also had to find a way to protect himself.

A suspicious look flashed in his eyes, and then he walked into the kitchen with a livid face.

In the cupboard, he found the kind of rolling pin used for rolling dough at home. There was a log in the middle and handles on both sides for pushing and supporting.

He began to sweat all over. He picked up the rolling pin and walked to the bar. He poured himself a glass of strong wine, then put his left leg on a chair by the bar, and then raised the rolling pin in his hand high...