Blackstone Code

"Mother!"

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open by a young man, and Mrs. Michael, who was resting on the bed, straightened up immediately. The young man walked to her side and hugged her, with a hint of worry and fear on his face.

He saw the police early in the morning, and the police talked to him about the attack on his mother last night. Fortunately, their community security arrived in time, and the criminal was scared away before he could assault Mrs. Michael.

After a night's rest, Mrs. Michael had calmed down. She described the appearance of that person. After the police department judged that this case was committed by an acquaintance, they thought that there might be some clues from Michael Jr., for example, he had seen this person.

With such thoughts and the need to notify the family, little Michael left the school early in the morning and rushed over.

At this time, after the expression on his face disappeared, he changed into an angry expression with a hint of ferocity, "I will definitely find that person, I swear!"

Mrs. Michael obviously didn't want her child to be in danger. She took little Michael's hand while stroking his smooth golden brown hair. His hair color was inherited from Michael, and it looked brown in places without light.

But in places with strong light, the brownish yellow will turn into golden brown, which is very beautiful.

"The police station is more professional than you, we should trust them, you see, I'm fine, and I don't want you to have an accident!" Mrs. Michael squeezed little Michael's hand, "I'm fine now, don't meddle in this matter !"

She still remembers the weapon in the man's hand and his brutality. She doesn't want her child to be the next victim, but sometimes the words of the parents may not be heard by the child, especially for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old like Michael. Half a child.

They think they have grown-up minds and experience because they have an almost grown-up body, and they tend to want more respect, but they screw everything up.

In such a cycle, they are more eager to prove that they have matured, grown up, and no longer need to be controlled by their parents, so they will do something that their parents don't want them to do to prove that their parents are not necessarily Yes.

Little Michael comforted his mother and promised that he would never pursue the criminal. At the same time, he also agreed to Mrs. Michael's request not to tell Michael about it for the time being.

After all, he is still on a business trip, and it is said that there are still some dangers. If this incident affects him and causes some irreparable consequences, then Mrs. Michael will never feel at ease. This is exactly what Little Michael wants to say.

He wanted to get this matter over before Michael came back, and then let them know that they had grown up and there was no need to keep restraining themselves.

After meeting his mother, Michael Jr. was invited by the police to sit in the police station. They also took out the arrest warrant that the police were printing and showed it to him.

"Have you seen this person?" The sheriff in charge of this case held a cup of coffee in one hand while pointing to the wanted notice posted on the blackboard.

Originally, similar cases would not be supervised by the sheriff-level police, but Michael is a person with a "license" and belongs to a public servant. If this type of family is violated, it will exceed some specifications when handling it, which can be regarded as an invitation to the outside world and The IRS conveys a message that we care about this case as a way to deter possible potential crimes while safeguarding our own interests.

Little Michael frowned as he looked at the wanted notice on the blackboard. He didn't know this guy at all. Neither will let people know about their relationship with much fanfare, let alone involve Michael Jr.

Although he didn't know this person, it didn't prevent him from showing a pensive look. The sheriff didn't bother him. After waiting for about four or five minutes, Little Michael shook his head, "It looks familiar, but I can't remember it again. Where have you seen it?"

The sheriff nodded noncommittally, and asked several other questions. When he was about to send little Michael away, little Michael suddenly asked, "Can I take this away, maybe I will think about it and say Not sure." He pointed to the wanted notice on the blackboard.

The Sabine City Police Department printed hundreds of copies of this thing and prepared to distribute it to all police stations in the entire state and federal police agencies. It doesn't matter if one more copy is missing.

The sheriff nodded. He put down the coffee cup in his hand, tore off the arrest warrant and put it in Little Michael's hand. He said earnestly, "If you think of anything, don't be reckless, call me immediately!" , As he spoke, he also took out his business card and stuffed it into Little Michael's hand.

The latter nodded again and again, and after reassuring that he would call the sheriff as soon as possible, the sheriff watched him leave.

Seeing Michael Jr. disappearing into the traffic with his Bison 239, he couldn’t help but tease his colleagues, “Look, tax means having money, even children can afford to drive a 239, and I’m still driving a classic car .”

In Baylor Federation, as long as the height is more than five feet (more than 1.5 meters) and the age is more than fifteen years old, you can apply for a driver's license. These two conditions are necessary. The former is to ensure that the driver can step on the pedal, and the latter is to Take into account the applicant's living and processing capabilities.

The sheriff's colleague smiled and didn't continue talking. Everyone in the Federal Taxation Service has known for a long time what kind of people they are.

It is impossible to hand over so many fines to the higher authorities every year, and they will always be retained and shared for various reasons. Besides, Michael is still the leader of the investigation team and belongs to the management, which is normal.

Little Michael didn't take these people's words to heart. He is now full of a sense of mission. He must do a big thing to show his mother and father, and let that almost hurt him by the way. Mother's jerk knows what he's good at.

About 20 minutes after the car merged into the traffic flow, it stopped outside a nightclub called Kimberly. This nightclub is considered a little famous in Sabine City, and there is a head office behind it. There are almost 80 in Baylor Federation. chain store.

The formal content makes many people who don't want to get themselves dirty willing to spend here. With Kimberly's background and background, it is not only safe here, but also highlights the status of the guests.

Kimberly during the day was not as lively as it was at night. When Michael Jr. entered the hall, there were only a few cleaners in the hall cleaning, and the bartender was counting the inventory and adjusting various reserves.

The sound of footsteps made the bartender glance back, and then he looked away. He knew Little Michael, a little guy who only had a little ability in Sabine City. His ability was not his own, but came from his father. .

Little Michael strode to the bar, took out a wanted warrant and patted it on the bar. He poked the counter with his finger and made a bang bang sound. The bartender turned around and looked at him.

"I want to find this person..."

The bartender glanced down at the wanted notice, and said with half-opened eyelids, "Then you have to go to the police station, we don't have this service here."

Little Michael looked around, leaned closer and said, "I know you guys are well-informed, I'm willing to spend money, and this matter has nothing to do with anyone else."

The bartender pondered for a moment, "Five thousand yuan, I will help you find out about this person, if you want further information about him, we can talk about it after I figure out who he is..."

How could little Michael manage these things at this time, he immediately agreed.

The bartender put away the arrest warrant, turned around and continued to count the inventory, "At seven o'clock in the evening, come in through the back door!"