Blackstone Code

There is a kind of dream called lucid dreaming. You know that you are dreaming. This kind of lucid dream can bring people unimaginable enjoyment or suffering.

Although it was a dark space, one could clearly see Mr. Trueman standing opposite, wearing the same formal suit he wore when he was sworn in as President of the Federation.

The ground beneath my feet was dark water, and I could feel some waves in the undulating water, but it couldn't get my shoes wet.

The dark night sky seemed like some stars came from the distant universe. The sky lost its original meaning and was consumed by the infinite space, leaving only a concept.

What you see when you look up are the stars, not the sky.

Mr. Trueman clasped his hands palms together and hung them in front of him. He looked at Lynch calmly and smiled slightly.

"This is a dream." Lin Qi pursed his lips. There was only a few meters between the two, but it made him reluctant to walk over, as if those few meters were untouchable. distance.

Mr. Trueman laughed. "Who knows?"

"What is a dream? Do we really understand what a dream is?"

“If science could really explain everything that happens in the world, what are we doing right now?”

Lynch did not refute. If the world is materialistic and science can explain everything, then how can science explain him here?

If everything he experienced in the other world was just a dream, what is it now?

People should remain in awe of the world, the universe, and the truth of all things.

Only awe can make people humble.

After a few seconds, Lynch looked at him and said, "This doesn't sound like what you're going to say. What do you want from me?"

Mr. Trueman is actually a mercenary, but for him, the so-called "interests" are more about national interests.

Not money, or anything else.

There will never be a shortage of noble people in this world, but noble people are destined to be very painful in this muddy world.

Lynch admires Mr. Trueman very much. Anyone with ideals, perseverance, and bottom line is worthy of people's appreciation and respect, but Lynch cannot become Mr. Trueman.

Only he himself can become him.

"I'm not going to teach anything, Lynch, and I don't have the ability to teach."

"I just want to remind you not to forget the promise we made to each other."

"The interests of the Federation are our common interests, and this is our goal."

Lin Qi sneered after hearing this, and couldn't help but start laughing. He tried his best to resist the urge to laugh out loud, but he couldn't.

His laughter began to stop and he laughed so hard that tears almost came out of his eyes.

Mr. Trueman stood before him, looking at him in that inoffensive manner until his laughter died down.

"You are dead, Trueman, and everything in this world has nothing to do with you."

"What you should worry about is whether you are living well in hell, and whether Jaina stole someone again. This is what you should care about, not...everything in this world."

Mr. Trueman was a little surprised, "Why hell and not heaven?"

The smile on Lin Qi's face completely faded, and he seemed to be feeling a little emotional, "People like us deserve to go to hell, and we can only go to hell."

The surrounding dark space seemed to change and began to become a little brighter, just like the moment before dawn when the sun was about to rise on the horizon.

The sunlight has not yet penetrated the dark curtain like a sharp sword, but the curtain has been affected by the light, making it less completely dark.

Mr. Trueman looked at the changes around him and nodded in agreement, "You are right, so I will wait for you in hell."

"It's getting late, I have to go, but you haven't given me the answer to my question yet."

Lynch took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and walked towards Mr. Trueman. "Of course, of course, like we said, that will never change."

"You know, for capitalists, if they want to squeeze the world, they must first have something that they can squeeze."

"Rather than killing a chicken and taking out some unformed eggs from its belly, I would rather let them lay two for me every day!"

Lynch walked up to Mr. Trueman and gave him a cigarette. Lynch began to take out a lighter, but could not find it.

But Mr. Trueman just snapped his fingers, and the cigarette butt in his hand burned.

He took a deep breath and blew out the smoke towards Lynch, "This is a dream, remember?"

"We shouldn't be bound by things in the physical world here, give it a try?"

Lynch hesitated for two seconds, "Snap your fingers?"

"Snap your fingers!"

"Snapped!"

The cigarette butt spontaneously ignited without fire. Lynch put the cigarette holder in his mouth and took a deep breath.

The thick smoke was inhaled into his lungs, and the fulfilling feeling made Lynch feel a hint of the reality of his own existence.

Mr. Trueman looked at Lynch, "Thank you for the gift. I like it very much."

He took half a step forward and patted Lynch on the arm, "About that matter, I actually don't take it to heart. History is always written by the winner."

"Now that this pen is in your hand, maybe you can write a better future than I imagined!"

"I will keep an eye on you..."

The space around him became brighter and brighter, and he took a step back. "I have to go, Lynch. See you in hell."

Lynch took another drag on his cigarette and said, "See you in hell."

The next second, he suddenly sank into the water. He didn't feel suffocated or panicked. He just felt as calm as if he had returned to the womb, in the warm amniotic fluid.

But soon a push pushed him upward, and the water above became brighter and brighter. The moment he broke through the water, he opened his eyes.

The clock on the bedside pointed to eight o'clock. He lay down for a few seconds, sat up and rubbed his head.

That dream was so real and clear, as if it really happened!

But he was not sure whether it was true or whether he was just subconsciously simulating Mr. Trueman's personality and talking to himself.

But when I think about such a thing as time travel, maybe it’s true?

He walked into the bathroom and took a shower while telling the people in the company that his morning trip was canceled and he had other things to do.

After eating breakfast, he drove to the cemetery, where the cemetery staff were clearing weeds and other things.

It just so happened that a staff member was cleaning Mr. Trueman's tombstone. After a winter, it had a lot of dirt on it.

Snow is a symbol of purity and cleanliness in the eyes of many people, but in fact it is not that clean!

When the snow melts, you can find the dust, but in many cases, the dust is hidden by the ice and snow.

Lynch noticed that in front of his tombstone, there was a very strong little daisy, swaying precariously in the cold wind.

The worker picked up the weeding shovel and was about to shovel out the little daisy. Lynch asked him to stop and left the little daisy.

For some reason, Lynch thought of Mr. Trueman in the dream again.

Maybe this is a hint of another life?

"This dream is a bit scary, Trueman. If you have anything else to say to me next time, you'd better call me."

"As for whether you forgive me or not, it actually doesn't make me feel any psychological burden or guilt, because I know that I will do better than you."

He patted the tombstone, then turned and left, leaving only the little daisy swaying left and right in the cold wind...

Lynch found the meeting with Mr. Trueman in his dream amusing, President Bowling's head transplant was amusing, and the direction the world was heading in was amusing.

He did not go to Blackstone Capital, but went directly to Blackstone Security. At the same time, he called the director-general and asked him to come over.

The FBI is no longer as important to Lynch, and to Connor, as it was in the past.

Its only remaining advantage is that it has a lot of evidence of the mistakes made by politicians in the past, and it has some top-secret information related to the past.

In terms of major work such as military operations, armed infiltration, and case detection, Blackstone Security is surpassing it!

You know, Blackstone Security also has its own intelligence department, and it overlaps with the military’s intelligence department to a certain extent!

Moreover, Blackstone Security is not like a federal law enforcement agency like the FBI, and cannot openly use less reasonable means to obtain intelligence.

On the surface, they cannot extract confessions through torture, information obtained through bribery has no legal effect, and confessions obtained through inducement have no legal effect.

Blackstone Security does not have these problems!

But...the FBI still has some value.

After the director-general arrived, Lin Qi closed the door and talked about the matter of bringing him here. "Yesterday, my talks with the representatives of the five major banks collapsed. These people will become crazy."

"I need you to keep an eye on them and see who can resist it first."

The director-general licked his lips and said, "Mr. Lynch, should we follow the judicial process, or..."

To follow the judicial process is to prevent the crime, open a case for investigation, and then use the evidence and confessions obtained to back it up, allowing them to bite more people randomly.

Instead of going through judicial procedures, we just don't care about the issue of evidence and just attack these people directly.

"There is no conflict between judicial proceedings and criminal disappearance, right?"

A double blow, not only destroying their reputation, but also directly killing their people.

Capitalists can not only sell the nooses to hang themselves for profit, but they can also turn hatred into bullets and shoot them at anyone!

Lynch was well aware of their virtues and would not gamble that they were all upright people.

It is impossible for an upright person to become a capitalist, because those upright people were eaten clean by the big fish as early as when they were small fish.

"Arrange people to keep an eye on these people!"

"I want to know what they do every day, who they meet, what they say, the flow and whereabouts of their funds, including their families."

Recommend this book, it’s very beautiful