Blackstone Code

"...The Progressive Party candidates have an overall lead in electronic votes. If the Conservative candidates cannot gain a larger lead in physical votes, the results of this election will not change much."

"According to the immediate feedback from our reporters at various polling stations, the Progressive Party candidate Ms. Catherine still has a clear advantage in terms of physical votes."

"Of course, the actual final result will be determined by the vote count."

"...The TV station will bring you the latest news about the election at any time!"

An elderly federal light-skinned man in his fifties with short but not messy white hair slowly left the sofa and stood up.

He muted the TV and entered the study.

There were some small mechanisms here. He operated them skillfully and lifted up the carpet in the middle of the study. Then he gently pushed the floor and a row of boxes bounced up.

This is his personally customized weapon. As a very professional killer, he has his own personalized customized equipment.

Almost one-fifth of the money he earned during his career as a killer was spent on customizing various equipment.

It had been several years since he had used this arsenal, but today, he had to use it.

Each weapon is well maintained and has obvious signs of use, but these signs of use will not affect the stability and accuracy of the firearm.

He took out three weapons, checked the condition of the weapons, and inserted the weapons into the holsters.

It was a job that was difficult to do and could even be said to be fatal, but to him, it was not important at all.

He might have been doomed had it not been for a bailout from the Tory committee chairman many years ago.

Along with his family.

He is very satisfied with his current life. His family enjoys a comfortable life, and he was "lost" in an accident many years ago. This is the best state.

He had been waiting for a long time and wanted to repay this favor. He thought he might not have the chance to repay it until his death. Now, it finally came.

I don't know if it's a relief or a relief, but there is some slight tension in my heart.

He put on the old leather jacket that his wife gave him, held a stick of Croft in his mouth, and opened the door to the parking garage.

He looked back at the house one last time, with a trace of reluctance in his heart. Maybe this was the place he missed the most and was the most important besides his family!

But if I leave this time, I may never have the chance to come back again in this life.

He opened the door of the inconspicuous old car and sat on the driver's seat. As soon as he inserted the key into the keyhole, he slowly raised his hands.

A cold, metallic object pressed against the back of his head. The bone-chilling chill penetrated his hair and scalp and penetrated deep into his bones.

"I'm just an ordinary old man. If you like anything here, you can take it away, but please don't hurt me."

His voice trembled slightly, and he glanced at the rearview mirror, but at this time, the rearview mirror had been moved, and he could not see the situation in the back row.

He was not sure if it was a robbery or if someone came to the door, so he could only try to save his life first.

The sound of the rolling shutter door made people look forward. Several young people in windbreakers stood outside the door. One of them walked to the car and opened the door. "The boss wants to see you."

The old killer did not hesitate and got out of the car with his hands raised. The weapons he carried were quickly taken away.

Not just weapons, but everything that might have aided his resistance was removed.

Belts, shoelaces, metal buckles...

He changed to a car and was also hooded...

About twenty minutes later, he met the "boss" as these people called him in a small room.

"Mr. Lynch...", the old killer sighed with emotion, but felt that... this could be understood by him.

He was betrayed, and he must have been betrayed to the man in front of him at a very good price. After all, the things he was going to do were definitely worth a very high price.

The room was small, a bit like an interrogation room, with a few chairs and a table. They sat on both sides of the table.

There were many people staring at him, and his feet were handcuffed to the chair.

His mind was a little confused, and many memories flashed before his eyes. He was thinking about the reason why he was caught here.

But in the end, no matter how he "justified" himself, he all pointed to the same possibility - to assassinate Catherine.

After Lin Qi looked him up and down, he said, "There is one thing that requires your cooperation."

The killer was silent for a while, "Can I hear what it is first?"

Someone sent a landline phone, and then the phone rang. The sudden sound made the old killer's hands tremble slightly.

Lynch made a move to ask him to answer the call. He picked up the phone smoothly, and then the voice he was very familiar with came from the receiver.

The voice of the person who had reached out and helped him.

"I'm sorry for not notifying you in advance, I know that may be a little infuriating."

"You owe me a favor and I need to honor it now."

The old killer glanced at Lynch, who was sitting opposite, and his voice was a little hoarse, "So he is just a joke?"

"Yes……"

The call ended quickly, and then Lynch let go of the old killer, "I talked to him, and our initial idea was to sacrifice some small characters."

"I hope you won't feel any dissatisfaction because I say this. The progress of history is always accompanied by the sacrifice and death of various characters."

“Sometimes it’s the big shot, sometimes it’s the little shot.”

"Then I noticed your grandson and granddaughter. They are two very cute children. I am not willing to deprive an old man of his love for his children, nor am I willing to deprive two children of their love for their old man."

"So you don't need to sacrifice, you just need to... cooperate with us in a play."

"You won't get hurt, your family won't get hurt, Katherine won't get hurt, no one around you or me will get hurt."

The old man looked at Lynch with calm eyes, and his expression changed a little, but not much, "Have you found them?"

Lynch denied it without any pretense, "I am applying for Global Pass cards for federal people. Everyone's information will be compared with their previous information in the federation."

"Maybe someone can change the name on their file through some means, but their insurance number cannot deceive anyone."

"It's easy to pretend to be one, or two, or three people, but it's not so easy for everyone in a family to pretend to be someone else."

The insurance number accompanies a Federation person into this world from birth until the person dies.

It's easy to change your name, but it's not so easy to change your insurance number. After Lynch obtained the identity of the old killer, he easily obtained his family's previous insurance number.

Their new identities were then obtained from these insurance numbers, and the old man's two grandchildren were also discovered.

A little... not so gentlemanly, but it works.

The killer old man had no right to refuse. In fact, from the moment he answered the call from the chairman of the Conservative Committee, he had been praying for the Conservative candidate in his heart.

"I never dare to approach them." The old killer sighed with emotion and rubbed his eyes, "Even when they were born."

"You can only watch from a distance."

This was his request, and Lynch could hear it. "If these are the problems you're worried about, then you will definitely like the new world that follows."

"For everyone in this world, they will have a new life!"

"You, him, more people!"

On the last day of September, physical polling stations were closed across the country, and all ballot boxes were delivered to the counting hall via live broadcast.

The entire process was escorted by people from the Ministry of Armed Forces. On October 1, the official vote counting began.

Lynch and Catherine both arrived, along with Connor, someone from the Progressive Party, and someone from the Conservative team.

The champagne is ready, just waiting for the last moment.

Lynch saw Ms. Tracy and chatted with her alone.

"Are you interested in the job of vice president?"

Ms. Tracey was stunned for a moment, "I don't quite understand, Lynch, according to the election rules, shouldn't this job...be held by a conservative candidate?"

All federal elections are conducted through direct elections, and the person with the second highest number of votes will serve as the vice president of the federation.

Although it cannot be said to have much power, it is obviously not right to say that it is not useful at all. It is just that compared to the president, the vice president has much less power.

The vice president does not have the power to make the list of cabinet members, which is one of the reasons why the vice president's power is not obvious.

Logically speaking, the current vice president is the former chairman of the Socialist Party Committee, but when people discuss national affairs, they only talk about Connor.

Lynch glanced towards where the Conservative candidate was and then explained with a smile, "He may have other things to do and can't be sworn in as Catherine's assistant."

"So I think you have to be prepared first. Although the Vice President is indeed not that noble, I believe that you and Catherine can cooperate well in this regard."

"You will be the most harmonious president and vice president in the history of the federation, and it will be the first time in the history of the federation that a woman will serve as president of the government."

"You will create history, and history will also have a page that belongs to you!"

Ms. Tracy suddenly became excited, "I don't know..."

"This is making me a little excited right now and it's hard for me to calm down!"

"I am not ready for these, but...I am willing to try to take on these responsibilities!"

"What do I do now?"

She was restless, not knowing what to do, and even stood up on her own initiative, like a child standing by the teacher's desk.

Lynch took her hand and said, "Prepare a set of decent clothes, an inauguration speech, and then welcome the new world..."