Blackstone Code

Every family has blind spots that others cannot see. Many people are envious of Michael's family and his house. After all, it is not easy for him to move into a middle-class community at such a young age.

But who would have thought that the house might not be as perfect as Lynch imagined.

Some old home appliances have not been replaced until now, some wallpapers have faintly rotten yellow, some decorative plasterboards have begun to crack, and some floors are no longer what they used to be due to disrepair and insects. Stablize.

Every family has some similar problems, some are just about decoration, and some are about family relations.

Fortunately, the nature of Michael's work and the company prevent his family from having too many problems in family relations. The management of key departments can ensure that his family has no worries about food and clothing, and has some extra money.

As long as financial freedom is achieved, the relationship between family members will not be unhappy most of the time, whether it is affection or enthusiasm, it is essentially based on material foundations, which may be unnecessary restlessness in the eyes of some people.

When the head of the newspaper stepped on a piece of floor that Mrs. Michael had mentioned twice and failed to replace, Zhiya heard the sound of twisting and rubbing planks in the empty house.

In the middle of the night, if there are people's noises from the living room, it is enough to make many people's nerves tense up in the dark.

Mrs. Michael turned on the light, and she went to the door, listening to the sound outside with her ear pressed against the door panel.

She is the only one in the house today, and the maid is not the kind of full-time maid who lives at home. Their house is not a villa, not a manor, but an ordinary single-family house in a middle-class community.

They didn't have a spare bedroom or bathroom for the maid, plus their child didn't come back from full-time private school, and she was the only one in the room.

The woman in her thirties listened carefully for a while, but there didn't seem to be any more noises coming from the living room downstairs. The sound she heard suddenly just now was as unreal as a hallucination.

Facing this door, she was a little confused, should I go out and have a look?

Usually Michael would be at home, she never realized that a big house would give her such a terrible feeling of fear like now, just a door away, but it also became the junction of light and darkness.

Not everyone has the courage to open the door and face the darkness.

At the same time, the masthead was holding a gun in his hand, stepping gently on the stairs and slowly walking towards the second floor, his eyes were fierce and frantically staring at the light behind a door under a door in the corridor on the second floor.

Those lights seemed to break free from the narrow gap to light up the whole room and dispel the darkness, but they were too weak, so weak that they could only illuminate the floor less than an inch away from the gap.

Barefoot, he kept a slow pace, and walked slowly to the door of the master bedroom. He knew that the floor he stepped on just now might have alarmed the people in the room, so he was waiting, waiting for the other party to open the door.

More than ten seconds later, Mrs. Michael opened the door with some hesitation, and an ugly face occupied her entire sight, and she was punched back less than half a second after the subconscious scream of fear sounded!

Outside the house, Lynch saw two shadows flashing past the window through the curtains that were not fully blacked out, and the screaming suddenly stopped, and it didn't even alarm the neighbors around.

Lynch packed up the tools in his hands, and silently climbed down the telephone pole, glanced at the lighted windows, turned his head and ran towards the gate.

If Baotou doesn't come to him and is willing to suffer from being dumb, then Baotou and his story will no longer exist in the whole matter.

But he was unwilling to suffer from being dumb and came to the door, which means that the masthead is an unstable factor, and he is likely to become a huge problem, especially his greed may turn into a secret stabbing own dagger.

Once Michael won his trust and made him believe that his money was withheld by himself, then they were likely to join forces, which was not a situation Lynch liked.

When the enemy can join forces, it means that he will face more unexpected troubles, so he gave Baotou a move.

He wanted to teach Michael a lesson that was painful enough for him, but he had to take the opportunity to clean up the newspaper head, otherwise, if the newspaper head was chasing and biting in the police station, it was very likely that what he said would be pushed onto himself.

This is also the situation that Lynch is most worried about. He is not yet a celebrity in Baylor Federation, and even in this small city, Sabine City, few people have heard of his name.

A leader of the investigation team of the Federal District Taxation Bureau really shamelessly framed a person, it may not be impossible to become a fact. In the process, there is a character like the masthead who cooperates with Michael and Lynch through self-defilement. It is really possible to be caught by them.

After absorbing a lot of knowledge in that small place, he came to a conclusion, try not to let his potential enemies form an alliance, the more people there are, the more courageous they are, and finally they will turn "possibility" into "reality".

Whether they succeed or fail, it is just an attempt for them, but for themselves, it may be a devastating blow. The best solution is to "solve" them before forming an alliance, so that they cannot become a whole .

Lynch ran towards the sentry box, and soon found the security guard on duty. After he told his discovery, he immediately attracted the security guard's attention.

After Michael found Lynch here, he specifically asked the community service company to take care of his house, which also explained his concern that his wife would be left alone at home after a business trip.

As for Michael's entrusted service company, he promised that he would try his best to fulfill his entrustment. After all, he was the leader of the investigation team of the local tax bureau and still had some powers.

The service company reported the matter to the security guard. Hearing that the security guard dared to be negligent, he not only used the walkie-talkie to summon more people, but the guards at the guard box immediately ran towards Michael's house.

Another batch of patrolling security guards hadn't rushed over yet, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the door, not forgetting to ask loudly about the situation in the room.

Sometimes the sound of the warning is not to remind the criminal that those who want to arrest him are coming, but to stop the crime as much as possible in this way. Whether the police or the investigation bureau, they are not so stupid!

Suddenly the curtains on the second floor were raised, and the newspaper head looked in horror at the security guard who had rolled into the yard, and glanced back at Mrs. Michael, who had lost the courage to resist after being beaten by him, stretched out his hand to grab the gun in his hand, and still made a move. The decision to flee immediately.

He didn't come to die, he just came to take revenge. Although he hadn't completed his original plan, it was more or less revenge, and there was no need to put himself here.

He fastened the belt he had just loosened, rushed out of the room and turned down from the second floor. Before he could run out, the door of the room was knocked open.

The four eyes met, the confrontation at this time and the whistle from the distance made the newspaper head come back to his senses immediately, he subconsciously took out the gun in his pocket, and ran towards the gate while shouting, "Don't force me , Get out of the door!"

Faced with the threat of a pistol, most people would not feel that their flesh and blood could block the damage of bullets. The security guard's scalp went numb, and he raised his hands...

There was a distorted smile on the masthead's face when he saw this scene, and he once again realized the power of this little cutie in his hand.

Witnessing the masthead's departure, the security rushed upstairs to find Michael's wife, and at the same time told other security guards about the situation by radio.

In less than 30 seconds, the siren of a police car sounded outside the community—there are always many police patrol cars in places where the middle class gathers, and there are even two to three police cars outside some communities where the upper class gathers all year round. .

As for some poorer downtown areas or slums, of course, the official will never recognize this concept. In some areas, it is different from police cars, and there are not even patrolmen.

This society is so simple and direct, how much value you have, the society will give you treatment that matches your own value!