Blackstone Code

At around five o'clock in the morning, His Excellency Army Lieutenant General woke up from his dream.

He couldn't tell whether he had fallen asleep just now or whether he had been unconscious for a second. In short, the recovery of consciousness made him gradually wake up.

Looking at the still dark sky outside the window, he thought of many things in the past.

When people die, they really have memories of everything in the past.

Those regrets, those surprises, everything flashed quickly in his mind.

There are so many regrets that I want to make up for, and there are also those shining moments.

It turns out that people are really afraid and afraid of death, even if they are mentally prepared.

"I'd like a pack of cigarettes."

He picked up the phone and dialed the number in the duty room, which was provided to him when he moved in.

Any time he calls this number, someone will answer it. This is also part of the work process.

Who knows when the person on trial will suddenly, without contact from other people, have a mental breakdown and be willing to say something.

In order to give them a chance to speak in a timely manner, there is such a duty phone.

This is also true and has happened at work in the past, more than once.

Some interrogators did not confess after being tortured, but when they were alone, some people would inexplicably start to break down emotionally, cry bitterly, and then desperately want to end it all!

The person on duty was not surprised and quickly delivered a pack of cigarettes. "The management regulations stipulate that we cannot give you a lighter, so if you need to light a cigarette, there is someone at the door."

"Thank you!" The Army General thanked the staff member. He actually knew very well that these staff members were innocent.

Just like those soldiers in the war, they are all innocent. In fact, they are all victims of power, ambition and desire.

He would not offend these people, but behaved very politely. He took out one of them and said, "Can you light it for me now?"

The staff member took out a very delicate lighter, which looked like a pocket watch. When he pressed the button, the lid was opened and a flame was produced.

Pocket watch lighters are very popular in the Federation recently, because the function of pocket watches has been replaced by watches.

Even though some people still insist on using pocket watches, most people, especially young people and mainstream people in the upper class, have begun to use watches.

Gentlemen who wear a watch and then wear a pocket watch will look like a fool, but sometimes I have to say that a gold chain hanging on the chest can really enhance the style.

Thus, the pocket watch lighter was born.

The trend of luxury goods, or this kind of jewelry trend, is always in line with those who are in the limelight.

Lynch liked loud-sounding lighters, so loud-sounding lighters became popular in the Federation.

Her Majesty the Queen likes tutu skirts. If those women's clothing brands don't have a bunch of tutu skirts, then they must be third-rate brands.

A few celebrities started to use this, and of course it was a little surprise, so it became popular in society.

Exquisite and small, it can be both a trend and a status symbol. This kind of thing is very popular among people.

The army general took two puffs of cigarette, patted the staff's hands and said "thank you" again.

"Sir, would you like some breakfast now?"

The Army General thought for a moment and nodded, "If you can, a sandwich and a glass of milk will do."

The staff member nodded to express his understanding and left, leaving him alone in the room again.

He crossed his legs and looked at the sky outside the window, which was gradually getting brighter.

Not long after, the staff brought breakfast, with wooden cups, wooden trays, and wooden plates. There were no forks and spoons. He curled his lips, picked up the cut sandwich, and took a bite. It was delicious.

Breakfast was simple, but he ate very comfortably. After finishing the meal, he passed the guard at the door and lit a cigarette.

He looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky, and his mind was filled with memories of last night's torture.

That kind of fear, that kind of survival instinct, completely overwhelmed everything!

He once wanted to make his body give up resistance. If he could die during the torture, it would undoubtedly give the family more time to deal with many problems.

But he couldn't do it, or his brain told his body not to resist anymore, but his body ignored his brain's decision and desperately wanted to survive.

This matter is much more difficult than I imagined.

His tie was taken away, but it didn't matter, he still had the sheets. The cigarette he lit burned two holes, and then he pulled hard, and a strip of cloth was torn off by him.

Just such a movement made him breathless. His body was really too old!

He used to be able to run all afternoon without panting. Of course, this may be his artistic thinking, but compared to his poor physical strength now, anyone would be better when he was young.

His original plan was just to make a ring and hang himself on it.

But yesterday's experience made him know that he might not be able to do this, so he made a buckle with a strip of cloth.

Buttoning technology is one of the necessary subjects in the federal military. All soldiers will receive professional buttoning training after joining the army.

It’s very particular about when and what buckle to use.

The buckle he made was a living buckle that would get tighter and tighter as long as he struggled. This was to help him survive his final struggle for survival.

After testing its sturdiness, he simply tidied up the tabletop and the room, tidying them up just like the bed and room when he was young.

"It's time to say goodbye to everything..."

The moment the cloth was tightened, he felt very uncomfortable, but he could bear it.

His face began to turn red gradually, and the suffocation of being unable to breathe made him subconsciously grasp the cloth around his neck, trying to tear it to pieces.

He tried his best to control his impulse, and black spots began to appear in front of his eyes. His brain was starving of oxygen.

His body began to struggle and twist crazily, and his hands were tearing apart the cloth uncontrollably, but at this time, it was too late.

Soon, his intense movements suddenly stopped completely, as if the pause button had been pressed suddenly.

But after a few seconds, he suddenly struggled violently twice, and then his movements suddenly became slow, like slow motion.

The hands holding the cloth tightly began to slowly droop, and his face turned from red to purple, his pupils began to dilate, and there were even slight but visible red spots on the whites of his eyes.

In the end, the two hands gently and naturally fell by the side. At this moment, a person's life came to a final end.

It was discovered that the army general committed suicide at about 11 o'clock at noon. Someone called to ask what he wanted to eat for lunch, but no one answered the phone.

The guard outside opened the door and saw the old man sitting under the window. The other end of the cloth tied around his neck was tied to the iron railing.

His eyes were protruding, his face was purple and blue, and he had been dead for who knows how long.

In less than two minutes, everyone knew that the army general who was brought back committed suicide in the office of the investigation team.

"If the news is to be blocked from spreading, no matter who it is, they will not be allowed to leave here from now on, and at the same time, cut off all calls from the outside world!"

The leader of the investigation team quickly arrived at the scene. After taking a look at the army general who was lying on his back, his whole body was filled with an aura of irritability!

His eyes were as fierce as if they could eat people. Everyone who was caught by his gaze lowered their heads and avoided eye contact with him.

"Look at the stupid things you have done. It was a great situation, but just because you didn't pay attention, we will become very passive again!"

After he finished speaking, he walked around holding his waist, feeling a little sick in his stomach and angry.

While the death of the old general has not yet been exposed, what can be done now is to arrest some people as soon as possible in the name of "the old general confesses".

Those who are suspected, or who may be on their side, are arrested.

Then giving the old general a reason to commit suicide out of fear of crime can minimize the impact of this incident.

But before they could make arrangements, Peleus's family asked to see the old man.

This also made the leader of the investigation team realize in an instant that this was a fucking conspiracy!

Yes, they just committed suicide, and they were about to meet someone over there. The timing was too coincidental, the difference was less than an hour, and they didn’t even have time to do anything they wanted to do!

Even a fool wouldn't believe it if they said this was not what they had agreed upon!

The investigation team refused to visit, citing the reason of "preventing leaks", which was a good reason for Peleus' family to leave.

But soon there were rumors in Bupen and the Eastern Naval District that "the army general died because he could not bear the torture." The rumors spread quickly, and within one afternoon, it almost reached the media.

Connor plays golf in the afternoon. As the president of the Federation, he will also have his own private time.

But the golf was not that easy to play. A second before he received the call from the investigation team, he was still chatting with those people about the idea that he might go to Nagalier for vacation this winter.

But after answering the phone, he couldn't control the expression on his face. He held the phone and cursed under the umbrella. This was a rude side he rarely showed.

In the end, I even dropped the phone receiver directly on the base!

In the evening, the investigation team came forward to clarify that the Army General did not have an accident as rumored, but Peleus's family did not believe it and asked to meet the old man.

It doesn't matter if you don't talk or touch each other, it doesn't matter if you look at each other from a long distance.

However, the investigation team rejected this request, which also made the media and public opinion begin to support the possibility that the Army General was dead.

Peleus's family, some retired army officers, and the naval department also began to make a fuss.

A group of veterans demonstrated outside the Presidential Palace holding up placards "They are murdering heroes", which made Connor take several painkillers to stop his headache!