Blackstone Code

Lynch closed the door, cutting off the security connection between the bedroom and the corridor. The closed space provided Vera with a sufficient sense of security. It can be seen through naked eyes that she is a little relaxed, but still trembling.

Lynch walked over and held her hand. The heat in her hand made Vera feel a lot better, her expression was a little painful, "Why did things become like this, what else do they come to search for, I have already collected everything Give them all!"

She looked at Lynch, wanting to know what was the reason for all that she was enduring.

Lynch was silent for a while, thinking it would be best to tell her, "The State Attorney intends to prosecute you for 'concealment/falsification of evidence' while prosecuting others."

"I wasn't sure whether I should tell you, but looking at it now, maybe you should be mentally prepared."

Vera was dumbfounded when she heard this sentence. She didn't understand why something that she thought had nothing to do with breaking the law would make her a potential... criminal?

"It's funny!" She didn't know how to express it, so she could only give Lynch a pertinent comment.

Lynch shook his head slightly, "Actually, it's not funny, it's just that some things need to have such a result!" He patted Vera's hand, "You take a break, I'll talk to people outside..."

As soon as he let go, his hand was grabbed by Vera. She looked at Lynch with a pitiful expression and pleading eyes, and held his hand, as if she didn't want him to leave.

Lynch turned around and hugged her, "Don't worry, I won't leave, I just went to find out some other situations."

Vera finally let go of her hand. Lynch walked outside the community after coming out of the room. He found a phone booth and made a few calls. Not long after, Ferrara appeared in front of him in a car.

After Lynch got in the car, Ferrara drove the car into the parking lot across the road, and the two sat in the car talking.

"To be honest, you are not the same as Lynch in my impression!" Ferrara rolled down the window halfway, he took out the cigarette case, handed Lynch a cigarette, and lit one himself, " You should be more sensible, this is beyond my expectation!"

In Ferrara's impression, Lynch is a mercenary bastard gentleman. This may sound awkward, but it very accurately describes Lynch's characteristics.

Most of the time he is in the state of a gentleman, he will pay attention to some small details, he never swears and is very polite, he can behave very calm and stable at any time, and his calm attitude makes people unable to pick out any fault.

But this guy is an asshole, he always makes people make the choice that people don't want to choose, and people don't know how to deal with him.

Lynch was very calm, with a slight smile on his face, his eyes locked on the butt of the burning cigarette at his fingertips, the traces of the flames were constantly eroding, as if as long as it was given enough distance, it would Never stop.

"From a rational point of view, I really shouldn't care about this matter. My company has no problems with its accounts. I haven't slept with that woman. I have to pay her more than others every month. A lot of salary..."

Lynch took a breath as he spoke, and the speed at which the flames spread immediately became more intense. The smoke swirled around in his chest and was spit out by him. He shook his head, "But you know, we are all human beings. It cannot be absolutely rational, and if anyone can do that, he is certainly not human."

"We all know the importance of studying, we all know the importance of obeying the law, and we all know the importance of hard work...", he rolled his wrists, "Our rationality tells us that many things should or should not be done. It should be done, but our lives are clearly not so rational."

"I don't care if she is very simple, just hang up the phone and pretend nothing happened, but what will happen to her?"

Ferrara fell into silence. In fact, many people who don't know much about female prisons think that the situation of female prisons is better than that of male prisons, at least women will not be so aggressive.

This kind of cognition is only based on people's ignorance of female prisons. In fact, female prisoners are far more manic in prison than men, and the things they do are more terrifying than men's.

Not to mention that the guards of women's prisons are mainly men, supplemented by a small number of women, which also means that women's prisons are full of various sexual domination and abuse problems.

Most ordinary women will not have a good time after entering the prison. They may become the playthings of the prison guards and the pets of other people in the cell. They will be deprived of even the most basic dignity and eventually go to destruction.

Society's discrimination against women has led to some problems that people have never been able to face up to. A few years ago, there was a female prisoner's pregnancy problem, and more than one, and even the warden let a female prisoner serve as a prisoner. The news of recruiting, but these news did not have much repercussions in the society.

People don't feel sorry for those women, they just think they deserve it.

If an ordinary woman like Wei La went in, she might go crazy or die before she was released from prison.

Lynch can stare at the bloody reality behind a cold number on a report like the mayor, indifference, indifference, it's very simple.

But sometimes he will be a little soft-hearted and a little irrational.

Lynch turned to look at Ferrara, "I can't do that. I want myself to be well and everyone around me to be well, so I want to reach out."

"Maybe for me, what I lost was some people's opportunities, but what I saved was a life, a person's life."

The topic suddenly became heavy, and Lynch quickly broke the heavy atmosphere with a smile, "How about it, do you suddenly feel that I am actually quite great?"

Ferrara smiled presumptuously, "You're such an unexpected guy..." He paused, "Do you remember the guy I told you about last time, the governor's chief of staff."

Lynch quickly recalled this person and thought he was a gentleman, he nodded, "Mr. Adelaide."

Ferrara affirmed this, "Yes, Adelaide, he is the chief staff member of the governor's staff, and he has an extraordinary relationship with the governor. If he can say a word, this matter can be resolved, But you know, it's not easy to get him to talk."

Ferrara's expression has already expressed what he didn't say. It takes a lot of resources to move people at the level of the governor's staff.

Lynch didn't speak. He was silent for about half a minute before he stubbed out his cigarette, "Then how much do you think I will spend to solve this matter?"

Ferrara thought for a moment, "This has nothing to do with money. If you can use money to make him do things for you, then he will not be with the governor long ago." Ferrara was silent for a moment after finishing speaking, "I listen Saying that you were invited to Mr. President’s inauguration celebration, if you can do something good in front of the President, maybe it’s just a one-sentence thing.”

"But in case you may not perform so well..." Ferrara took out a business card holder, took out a business card from it, and handed it to Lynch. There was only a name and a phone number on it, and nothing else Nothing else.

"This is a very special guy, he has an advantage, as long as he has money, he can do many things for you, but if it is not necessary, it is best not to contact him, he is a greedy devil!", Ferra Le's tone was full of contempt.

This also made Lynch somewhat aware, "A lobbyist?" He asked, and Ferrara nodded in agreement.

After Lynch put away his business card, he went to pull the car door. He had stayed here long enough. Just as he stood outside the car and closed the door, and was about to leave, Ferrara suddenly stopped him and asked himself I feel a little impulsive.

"Lynch, if one day I need your help, will you reach out?"

Lynch looked back at him sideways, swept the corner of his clothes casually, "Of course!", he smiled and shook his head, turned around, crossed the road and entered the community.

Ferrara, who was sitting in the car, lit another cigarette. In fact, he felt that Lynch had no need to do so, but for some reason, Lynch's decision gave him a very special feeling. He couldn't tell why it was Nothing but definitely not bad!

After returning to the house, the police were preparing to leave. During the time when Lynch was away, the police station used the reason of sudden suspected criminal activities nearby to ask the people nearby to come to support immediately, including of course Wei Wei. These policemen in La's room.

In fact, these small tricks, everyone knows how it happened, but they don't say it.

After the police left, the middle-aged man among the two detectives said with a smile, "Mr. Lynch, your methods are very clever."

Lynch did not use his means to let these policemen return to the police station in despair, nor did he embarrass them in person, but by asking them to support the nearby police situation.

Even if they made the trip in vain, it could only prove to be a "false alarm". No one can say that Lynch let them go. He kept his face and didn't make the police look too bad, which is rare.

Know that some people always like to make their grievances public for people to see. These people are stupid. When they hurt others, they also hurt themselves.

Lynch smiled politely, then walked towards the bar as if he was at home, poured himself a glass of wine, and then looked at the two, "Wine, coffee, or juice?" Without waiting for the other party to answer him , he reminded, "I don't know how to use the coffee machine and juice machine. If you start with them, you can only do it yourself."

This brought smiles to the faces of the two detectives. No one hates being with people with a sense of humor. The male detective said with a smile, "Although we have rules and regulations that do not allow drinking at work..."

He glanced at the young female detective beside him, "But why not?"

This is the power of the senior agents of the FBI. The rules in many manuals no longer restrict them much, and they have more independent powers in their operations.