Blackstone Code

Determination is not something that is forced to rush, and few people can be born out of thin air.

The bullet shot last night by the masthead has already made these children from all over the place realize that the situation is out of control.

In the past, no matter what they did, the newspaper head would hang them up and give them a beating, or starve them for a day or two. Dare to hit too hard.

But yesterday, the newspaper head shot one of the children, and the bullet went into the thigh. Instead of sending the child to the hospital, the newspaper head randomly found a piece of wire and pulled out the bullet.

The bleeding stopped, but the child started to have a fever from the second half of the night, and the fever lasted all day today, and he still hasn't recovered, but it's getting worse.

The children in the dormitory all thought that he had to be sent to the hospital, but they had no money. Everyone put together the money they "saved" and it was less than 500 yuan. This amount of money was definitely not enough to see a doctor.

Facing such a situation, the oldest children in the dormitory finally developed a murderous desire.

"He seems to have gotten into trouble..." A child behind the newspaper lowered his voice and talked to his companions. These children may not be naive than those adults who have just entered society, but they will be more mature than those people, or treacherous. .

Judging by the panicked expression on the masthead's face and the fact that he didn't go into the dormitory with a whip in search of a controlled high, he must have gotten into trouble and looked like he was about to abscond with the family fortune.

Originally, these children planned to have a good talk with him when he broke into the dormitory. If he was willing to pay for their companions to see a doctor, then everything would be the same as before.

But if he doesn't want to, this evening is his time to meet God.

I just didn't expect such an accident to happen.

The other child responded softly, "This is just right, we'll do it when it's a little further away."

The next few people stopped talking and followed Baotou closely, and Baotou didn't realize it, let alone think that these children who let him be beaten, scolded and humiliated would actually follow behind him at this time, and gave birth to a child. Kill heart.

I also saw that the surrounding environment began to become deserted, and there were fewer and fewer buildings. They had already left the city circle of Sabine City, and outside was the endless wilderness and intercity and intercontinental roads.

Every day, there are long-distance buses to other cities passing by on these roads, and there will always be some kind-hearted people. The masthead is not worried that a person will be left alone in the wild.

At this moment, the murderous intent in the eyes of the children was unstoppable, and they quickly lowered their bodies and rushed towards the newspaper head.

The sound of footsteps coming from behind immediately alarmed the newspaper head, who was already extremely sensitive. When he turned his head, he couldn't see anything except the pitch black and the faint shadows, and his whole body trembled in fright.

He loudly threatened the owners of those footsteps behind him while running fast, but he was carrying so many things on his body, and he was getting older, and the days of "pampering and pampering" were too much, and his physical strength would not be comparable to these Children who are outside all day to make a living.

Seeing those silent shadows getting closer and closer, Baotou pulled out a pistol in a hurry, aimed at one of the shadows and pulled the trigger.

With the sound of peng, a fleeting light flashed in the dark night, and the fear on the newspaper head's face was in stark contrast to the coldness on the faces of the children.

The bullet hit the ground with a few sparks and flew to nowhere and missed. The weapon itself converted from this flare gun has many shortcomings.

The header pulled the hammer again to pull the trigger, but this time, the pistol misfired, which is also the second shortcoming of the flare gun after the modification. The hammer and the roller magazine are not synchronized. Sometimes it needs to be adjusted manually. The hammer can accurately hit the primer.

The bullet was not fired, which made the expression on the masthead hidden in the darkness even more terrifying. He fired again, but it still didn't fire. He immediately threw away the pistol and ran forward frantically. The shadows behind chased him even faster up.

A minute or two later, one of the shadows was already close to the masthead. He pushed hard on the masthead's back. The masthead leaned forward and staggered several steps in an instant. He fell to the ground and rolled twice, stopping down.

Those black shadows chased after them silently, without saying a word, they raised the kitchen knife in their hands, or stabbed the newspaper head with a sharpened steel bar. down.

Perhaps it was the reason why the spirits were relieved after the killing. These children's bodies began to tremble and began to sweat profusely. After they rested for a while, they picked up the things on the newspaper head and took away everything that was left.

After waiting for another five minutes, Lynch came out from the small woods outside the road. He went to squat down in front of the newspaper head, felt the other person's pulse with his gloved hand, and left after confirming that he was dead. .

He didn't follow those children, he just found it interesting, maybe this is the so-called reincarnation?

Looking back at the dead body on the road, Lynch returned to the grove, rolled out his bicycle, and rode slowly towards the city.

After dawn, there will always be people passing by here, and they will find the masthead lying dead on the side of the road.

Perhaps these people would call the police, but more likely they would stagger with the body and walk away as if they hadn't seen anything.

Calling the police means that they will be interrogated by the police, and they will become criminal suspects. They will even be restrained and not allowed to leave Sabine City at will. This is not a good thing for many people who need to shuttle between cities.

All the few remaining evidences will be destroyed in the indifference of passers-by, and even the police will not know that such a person died on the road outside the city.

Lynch returned home and took a shower. He calmly thought about the next thing, development, growth, and the first step.

In fact, the business between Lynch and Mr. Fox not only shocked the investigation team leader of the tax bureau like Michael, but also some other financial companies in Sabine City also heard the news.

This business is so transparent that it is difficult to hide too much information. When people find out or hear from somewhere that Mr. Fox has deposited a large amount of cash in the bank, they start to pay attention to this matter.

After a few days of watching, studying, and some people have figured out how Mr. Fox deposits his money in the bank.

To be honest, there is nothing commendable about this. There is no technicality in this method, and Lynch has not considered using some less bright means to stop these people.

He thinks he is not a gambler, not an executioner, not a villain, he is just a businessman, he may sometimes be a little less legal, but most of the time, he is a defender of the law and rules.

That's where the business is, and it's done when others like it.

After climbing up the fire escape from the back of the tavern, and then pushing open the half-covered window and returning to the room, Lynch simply tidied up and lay on the bed. It was another fulfilling day!