Blackstone Code

At nearly twelve o'clock at noon, Lynch was dining in the restaurant of the Presidential Palace——

There is a small restaurant in the working area of ​​the Presidential Palace. It is said to be a small restaurant, but it can actually serve at least dozens of people.

These people are all staff of the presidential palace, and they can get a free lunch here at noon, which is mainly a variety of sandwiches and a cup of coffee.

There had been other, better dishes before, but eventually these fine dishes were canceled as the "taxpayers" started to assert their power.

Taxpayers will not let presidential staff waste their hard-earned tax dollars on how to make themselves better fed.

They themselves are reluctant to eat, so how can they let the people in the presidential palace squander their wealth to enjoy delicious food?

Lynch's lunch was also a sandwich, with vegetables, tomatoes, ham slices, cheese, cut in half, and a cup of coffee.

Everyone's lunch was like this, and it was obvious that the atmosphere today was very depressing.

For the staff here, the half-hour at lunch every day is one of the few moments of relaxation during the whole day's work.

They will easily exchange some gossip they have heard, or talk about something that is being discussed in society.

But today, the atmosphere here is very depressing. Basically no one is communicating, and everyone is eating in silence.

Suddenly, the sergeant came here. He looked around, found Lynch, walked over, and sat next to Lynch.

Lynch had already eaten half of the sandwich. To be honest, he was a little choked. The ingredients of the sandwich at the Presidential Palace were very real.

The bread was very dry, and it was whole-wheat bread. It was not soft, but it was a bit throaty.

This is probably one of the reasons why they make sure to give every diner a cup of coffee, it’s really hard to swallow without the help of water!

"Team A is ready. Should we join them and find a way to infiltrate?"

Lynch glanced at the other half of the sandwich and gave up the idea of ​​finishing all the food, "Have you eaten?"

A very abrupt question, the sergeant was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "I haven't had time to eat yet."

Lynch pushed the plate with half a sandwich over, "I haven't moved it yet. I need to rest my belly first."

When your boss asks you to fill your stomach, you'd better express sensibly that you are indeed a little hungry.

The sergeant was very mellow after working in administrative positions for so many years. After thanking him, he picked up the sandwich, took a big bite, and almost choked.

Who knows, this gadget looks inconspicuous, but how can it be so powerful?

The most terrible thing is that the further you swallow, the more solid it seems to accumulate in your throat, making you feel like you are about to suffocate!

Lin Qi kindly gave him half a cup of coffee, and he took a sip without caring. After blushing for a while, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"I almost became the first person to die in the Presidential Palace because of a sandwich!" He glanced at the remaining half of the sandwich with lingering fear and put it aside sensibly.

Lynch smiled and wiped his hands, "There is no need to arrange them for the time being, but we must make them ready."

"In addition, prepare some snipers. Maybe they will be used at some time."

Blackstone Security's training mechanism is very complete. It has a group of specially trained snipers. As long as these people are qualified in other military projects, they focus all their energy on the sniper project.

I can't say he is a sharpshooter, he can hit a fly from a long distance.

But in close range sniping, it is still possible to shoot one shot at a time.

The purpose of sniping is to make the target lose their ability to resist in an instant, not to "injure" them.

The sergeant nodded and immediately began to make arrangements.

When Lynch returned to the Oval Office, Connor happened to be back as well.

His lunch was also a sandwich, but he didn't eat much. He only took two bites to fill his stomach and threw the rest into the trash can.

He was so aware of how horrible these sandwiches were that he never considered finishing them in the first place.

There were only two people left in the room at this time. Connor closed the door, sat behind the desk, and looked at Lynch, "They are deliberately stalling for time in order to cover the departure of those transport ships."

"Of course it is possible that they are not on that transport ship, but somewhere else."

"Lynch, to be honest, I'm very conflicted right now."

Lynch opened the cigarette case on the table, took one for Connor, and then took another one for himself.

After the two people put their heads together and lit the fire, Connor said while blowing out smoke, "What they did has touched my bottom line. I'm thinking, if we go too far, will... …”

They had discussed it from the beginning and found a way to force the Peleus family to "rebel", so that other military regions would side with the Presidential Palace and directly suppress the Eastern Naval Military Region.

Thus completely solving the various problems of the Peleus family.

But who could have imagined that they would attack the Congress in advance and threaten to blow it up to the sky. This was equivalent to riding on Connor's body and slapping him left and right.

Connor was truly angry, and even a little reckless in wanting to initiate their plan.

Lynch shook his head. "There are many problems now. Army generals commit suicide and terrorists attack Congress. If you go too far, public opinion will be very unfavorable to you."

Connor seemed a little indifferent, "Who cares about this?"

"Even if public opinion drops to freezing point, they can't possibly do anything to me!"

Lynch raised the possibility, "What if these people voluntarily surrender?"

"How do you think Congress will respond?"

Connor was stunned for a moment, then closed his mouth.

If he really tries to force the Peleus family to rebel by irritating them, and in this case, if the terrorists in Congress give up their hostage, then there is no doubt that the parliamentarians will have a bad impression of him.

In the federal president, basically no one can restrict him. He can sign various special presidential orders through presidential prerogatives, but only Congress can check and balance the president.

After a while, Lynch said, "In fact, by letting some people leave, they put the chips in our hands. What we need to do now is to find where these people are and then control them."

"As long as we catch these people, we win."

“The battlefield of Congress is never the place where victory or defeat is decided!”

Connor thought about it seriously and agreed with Lynch, "But the question is how do we find these people?"

"What if they are still hiding in the military area?"

"Those outside are just smoke bombs they are using to try to confuse us, what should we do?"

Lynch's view is slightly different and decisive, "They will definitely run away. If they don't run now, it will be too late."

"I have arranged for people to follow them. Once they are far away from the coastline, I will arrange for them to take action."

"If they weren't on board, I would be very sorry they encountered pirates."

"If you're on a boat, all your problems won't be a problem!"

During the communication, the phone in front of Connor suddenly rang. Both of them were a little... frightened by the sudden ringing of the phone.

Then Lynch stood up and was about to leave, but Connor raised his hand and motioned for him to sit back.

After picking up the phone, he responded briefly and hung up. There was an indescribable look on his face, "The family of the officer who took the lead is here."

Lynch also had a weird smile on his face, "Then now it's his turn to do the multiple-choice questions."

Connor nodded, "Remember to turn off the live broadcast!"

For people outside, cutting off the live broadcast is nothing more than unplugging a signal line from the electrical box.

At this time, everyone in the Capitol was also enjoying lunch. It was a very ordinary lunch box with some vegetables, some meat, fried chicken legs, and some bread or steamed wheat kernels.

This is the kind of very common fast food that you can get in a fast food restaurant for only three to five yuan.

The congressmen here used to not even look at this kind of food, but today they ate it with great appetite.

I don’t know if it’s due to psychological and environmental influences, but some people still think these cheap fast food are delicious!

The phone also rang suddenly. The officer was eating his second fast food. He glanced at the phone in the distance and walked over to answer it.

"uncle……"

For a moment, the image of a girl appeared in the officer's mind.

When she was born, officers rushed over immediately.

He didn't have a very good relationship with his brother, but he had a very good relationship with his sister. After his parents left them, his sister replaced his parents' position in his heart to a certain extent.

Before he entered the army, and even after he entered the army, he had always maintained contact with his sister's family.

So naturally, he also has a very special feeling for this girl, his niece.

She is both her niece and her daughter at the same time!

But since the war broke out, he had not contacted them until this moment!

"I……"

He didn't know what to say. While he was conflicted, there was also anger coming from the bottom of his heart!

Why did these sons of bitches bring them here?

What are they going to do!

"Where are you?"

"I'm in Boupen and there was a group of people this morning saying you were doing something bad and I wanted us to come over and talk you out of it."

The officer was silent for a long time again, "Don't listen to them. Is your mother here too?"

"Yeah, right next to me."

"Get her on the phone!"

"...You shouldn't do this!" As soon as the voice on the phone rang, the officer's mood changed obviously.

He did not defend his behavior. He only thought about the safety of his sister and family. "It is not safe here. Leave Bupen as soon as possible. Tell them that I will not listen to your persuasion. Leave as soon as possible..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his familiar and unforgettable voice came from the receiver, the voice of the Chief--

"They're not going anywhere until we solve your problem!"