Blackstone Code

A crack suddenly appeared on the flat glass window, and then the crack became bigger!

Lynch looked up at the cracks on the window and picked up the phone, "Okay."

He was not worried at all about whether this window could protect his own safety. It was not ordinary bulletproof glass, but four layers of bulletproof glass.

And when installing it, Lynch asked the construction workers to leave a little space between each layer of bulletproof glass and pour a transparent but thick liquid.

This liquid is very good at dispersing impact forces.

Not to mention two shots, several more shots will not be able to penetrate this window.

After waiting for several days, these people took action. To be honest, Lynch was disgusted.

If they didn't take action, Lynch would have to call to urge him.

During this period of time, he was "trapped" at home and was really a little panicked. Before the killer took action, he would not run around. He did not have villain syndrome. He would not go to places where risks could not be eliminated when facing danger. Wandering around the place.

Fortunately, this life is finally over.

As soon as Lynch hung up the phone, the phone rang. After it rang twice, it was picked up.

"What happened just now? Someone called me, hoping to let me be the intermediary and ask you to talk to them."

The news of the assassin's failed assassination was passed on immediately. Since the assassination failed, a price must be paid.

For these people, the possible price to pay is to send a scapegoat out, and then the Congress or the industry self-discipline committee agree to promote the global communication platform as one of the conditions for admission to the refuge.

This is what they do most often.

The assassination is successful, eat the fattest piece, and then give the rest to everyone who can speak as a silencing benefit.

In an era where there is news and news every day, it is very easy to handle a person's death case in a low-key manner.

If the assassination fails, find a heavyweight to make peace. Anyway, the assassination failed. You are just frightened and there is no actual loss.

It would be a good compromise to pay some heavy or painful price and let the whole matter end here.

After all... everyone is pursuing profits, not competing with anyone.

That is something that only common men in factories would do, not what capitalists should do.

They have done this many times, and most of the time they can resolve conflicts well. People living in this world can never avoid communication and wealth.

If some people are really unwilling to compromise, then they will pay a higher price to make everyone who is unwilling to compromise compromise.

It's nothing more than a money game, and money has never been an issue for these bankers.

Lynch glanced at the cracked windows and the security personnel spreading out around the villa, and said without any nervousness, "Someone tried to assassinate me just now, but failed."

Connor became nervous, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"You know, if you are hit by a sniper rifle, either nothing will happen, or you will be speechless. If I am still in the mood to chat with you, you should know how my situation is."

While Connor breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately became furious, "These people are too wanton. They are trampling on the laws and social order of the Federation. I will punish them severely!"

Lynch couldn't help laughing after hearing this. In fact, they are the ones who have been trampling on federal laws and social order in a real sense. Only they can continue to cross the line and not be punished by law and society.

Those ordinary lower class people?

As long as they dare to cross the line, the executioner's ax will fall!

"I will take care of this matter. You can agree to the benefits they promised you, but delay it."

"It has never been my habit to be beaten passively. If you want me to sit down, you have to let me breathe first."

"When I'm done venting my anger, you can go talk to them. Of course, you can also take the initiative to ask for more benefits. Anyway, I don't have to foot the bill."

These words are actually a hint to Connor. In the end, everyone can talk about it, but they have to let Lynch vent his anger first.

Connor's brain is actually very smart, but he has never used it for studying, but for politics and aspects related to politics.

He agreed immediately, "I will help you convey your meaning, just give me a call before the end!"

The ultimate result of this matter is compromise, but the price of compromise is something some people cannot afford.

After Connor hung up the phone, he hesitated. First, he called a major shareholder of Shengrong Financial Bank with whom he had a good personal relationship, instead of directly calling the chairman of the board of directors or a member of the board of directors.

Lynch's attitude was already very obvious. He was not stupid and understood what Lynch wanted to express.

After the call was connected, Connor said in a slightly exaggerated tone, "You can't imagine what just happened..."

At the same time, the chairman of the board of directors of Shengrong Financial Bank was on the phone with President Bowling, "Money is not a problem, nothing is a problem. You helped me once, help me again."

"This time I will give you five times the reward last time. All you need to do is arrange for us to meet."

The idea of ​​​​the chairman of the board of directors of Shengrong Financial Holdings is very simple. Since it failed, he will bow his head completely.

Compensate those who deserve compensation, keep blocking Lynch's proposal and let it pass, and then announce his retirement, which is almost in place.

He was confident that Lynch could agree to his conditions, and he actually made preparations for failure before planning the assassination.

In addition to death, he will give up everything, including the huge wealth in his name.

As for the money in those anonymous accounts, of course it has nothing to do with him.

President Bowling hung up the phone directly after hearing what he said. If it were before, when he was about to die of old age, he would definitely agree.

Anyway, he only had a few years to live, and he could still sell it for a little money while taking advantage of his own face. As long as they were willing to give it, he was willing to accept it.

No matter what the job was, he was willing to do it.

You can't expect a dying old man to follow so many rules. He just wants to leave something for his family and children.

But with the success of his head transplant, he ushered in a new life, and he began to care about his own value again, rather than rushing to cash in those things.

So he hung up the phone directly after explaining a few sentences. He is not that short of money now. What he lacks is time, life, and the future, but not money!

The chairman of the board of directors of Rongsheng Financial Bank was stunned for a moment, feeling deeply uneasy in his heart.

This is the bank headquarters and it is very unsafe. He believes that Lynch will soon come back with revenge. He must leave here first and then hide.

Wait until you find a suitable middleman before coming out.

He didn't meet any bank colleagues along the way. Shengrong Bank was the same as other banks. The headquarters building was not only tall, but also very impressive.

As the chairman of the board of directors, he has his own special elevator, which is not crowded, does not smell of smoke, and is extremely quiet.

The elevator went directly to the parking lot, and his car was right outside the elevator door.

When he got into the car, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I was very dissatisfied with that damn idiot killer. The price was so high, but it was of no use at all. What a damn waste!

The car started quickly, and there were no accidents along the way. He parked the car outside the villa, opened the door and strode inside.

As he walked, he said, "Honey, why don't we go to Nagaril to bask in the sun..."

In the living room, his wife, two children and their partners, and three grandchildren were all sitting on the sofa.

Everyone showed a very frightened expression. Around them, some armed men wearing hoods and holding weapons were staring at him.

The chairman of the board of directors' calves began to feel weak and he was trembling. He had never encountered such a thrilling thing in his life.

Just when he was considering whether to turn around and run away, and whether those people had received the order to "capture" him alive, a cold metal object pressed against the back of his head.

He slowly raised his hand, making sure not to break himself impulsively.

The gunman behind him then extended an invitation, "Mr. Lynch invites you and your family to a banquet. You won't refuse, right?"

Similar incidents occurred in various places, and all participants, or suspected participants, were invited to Mr. Lynch's dinner party.

Some people tried to resist, but the result was very bad. They all had their limbs broken.

During this period, the "arrests" of some people caused a little panic, and some citizens who did not know the truth called the police.

But after the explanation from Blackstone Security's operators, they understood that this was to catch bad guys, and they couldn't help but praise Blackstone Security's dedication.

In the evening, in the manor outside Bupen, the empty dinner hall was filled with people.

Lynch sat at the head of the table, and the cooks put sumptuous dinners on the table one after another. Except for Lynch, no one felt any emotion except fear, including hunger.

When the food was almost served, Lynch, Noel and his men were the only ones left in the room who had been invited to the dinner.

A kind smile appeared on Lynch's face, "Today's dinner is very sumptuous and must be delicious. The one cooking for us today is Gefra, a chef who specializes in cooking for the royal family."

“Not many people can eat these foods now, you’re in luck.”

"Look, here's fresh venison. Some say it's good for men. Maybe you could give it a try."

The raw venison slices on the silver plate looked bloody and a little oozing.

There were once nobles who believed that drinking deer blood and eating raw deer meat would make their male characteristics stronger. Except for those who died of parasites, most people alive had no feeling.

The chairman of the board of directors of Shengrong Financial Holdings, who was sitting on Lynch's left, swallowed and said, "Mr. Lynch, I can explain..."

Lynch raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "Let's wait until after dinner to discuss anything else, lest anyone say that my hospitality was not good enough."