Blackstone Code

After all, people are profit-seeking animals. As long as they are animals, it is difficult to get rid of their instinctive tendencies. No one in this world can be absolutely rational. When faced with choices, they will always choose the option that is most beneficial to them.

One unlucky person saved himself, saved the face of the Sabine City Taxation Bureau, and saved some points for all law enforcement systems. Johnson already knew how to choose, but he just didn't want to say it.

The more people's hearts are filled with ugliness and darkness, the more they yearn for purity, but the more they yearn for purity, the more they want to destroy purity, no matter what means they use.

Human nature may be called "human nature" because human nature is complex enough and depraved enough to set off and give the word "human nature" more connotations.

Director Johnson wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Lynch's calm gaze made him feel as if the tip of a needle was stuck on his body, which made him very uneasy and uncomfortable.

It is rare for him to encounter such a well-disguised but extremely aggressive gaze. It is the gaze of a superior, as if he has given himself a condition and knows that he cannot make a choice independently , but also pretending to be generous to let myself choose, but I can only choose this only answer.

It hurts a bit, the sweat on his face, the sweat on his neck, maybe it's really too hot in here, maybe it's because he feels too much pressure from "alone" face-to-face communication with Lynch, he Stand up suddenly.

Originally, after standing up, he still made a movement of pulling away from the chair and turning to leave. The movement paused here, and he was a little inexplicably guilty, and explained, "I want to think about it, yes, think about it..."

He glanced at Lynch. After Lynch made a gesture of "please go", he walked out of the barbecue shop while wiping his sweat. He stood on the sidewalk with a wet handkerchief and looked back when he was in the shadow. Lin Qi, who appeared from time to time, trembled slightly.

His hands were not so obedient, and the sudden anger caused him to throw the slightly heavy and wet handkerchief in his hand on the ground. He was panting heavily, and the strange eyes of the passing pedestrians made him calm down quickly. down.

He patted his mouth, got into the car, tremblingly took out the key and stuffed it into the lock cylinder, turned on the ignition, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly disappeared by the side of the road.

After returning home, Johnson locked himself in the study. He rarely took out a bottle of spirits used to decorate the wine rack. He only drank when socializing. He didn't like drinking. This may have something to do with the fact that his father, who was an alcoholic when he was a child, often beat him and his mother after drinking.

More than forty years have passed, some things and some people have become a thing of the past, but some things seem to be still at that moment more than forty years ago, and they have not changed at all.

Glass after glass of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt made his mood fluctuate greatly, because his decision would change the lives of three people, and even destroy them, but He has no other choice.

Commissioner Johnson is a good man, at least that's what people in the Taxation Bureau say. It was his gentleness that made him reach the position of Commissioner, and it was his gentleness that made him stop at this moment, but all of this is about to change now.

The next day, the easy-going and easy-talking chief disappeared in people's eyes, and was replaced by a frowning chief with a pale and sharp voice.

In the next few days, when public opinion continued to ferment, Sabine City, a small second-tier city in the Baylor Federation, became the focus of the entire Federation and even the world for the first time. This feeling...is very strange.

There are some fresh faces on the streets of the city's central neighborhoods, always holding a microphone in their hands, and there will be interview cars not far from them.

The workers' union even launched a one-day strike on the weekend specifically for this matter. The Sabine City union management also paid a special visit to Lynch to express their indignation at the abuse of power by the law enforcement agencies.

In short, this is a very magical time, and everyone feels very fresh.

In this novelty, little Michael's case was opened. Because of Michael's current troubles and little Michael's refusal to visit him, the court appointed a lawyer as little Michael's defense lawyer.

After more than half an hour of discussion between the defense lawyer and Michael Jr., the defense lawyer agreed with Michael Jr.'s guilty plea and would try his best to help him get a shorter sentence.

For lawyers who have to rely on court assignments to dawdle, the winning rate has long been ignored by them, and it is a day to be able to dawdle.

In this case, Michael Jr. appeared in the dock of the court.

Michael's application for hearing was approved. After all, he is Michael Jr.'s father. Although he is under house arrest at home waiting for the outcome of another injury case, the court still allowed him to come to listen.

It was only three to five days since we saw each other, and it seemed like a year had passed since the father and son met in court. Michael looked at the haggard little Michael, who was heartbroken, and the little Michael forced a smile.

Michael Jr. read out a confession that he didn't know where he came from. After a series of procedures, the lawyer helped Michael Jr. get a nine-month sentence. To be honest, the burglary is only nine months in prison. imagination of many.

Based on the fact that little Michael was underage, had no previous criminal history, and was able to receive a full scholarship from childhood to adulthood, and was a good boy with good character and academics, the lawyer believed that his burglary was more like a crime of innocence. Crimes of passion with subjective consciousness.

The court browsed the relevant materials, finally approved the defense lawyer's defense, and gave a minimum sentence. It has to be said that Michael Jr. was able to get a full scholarship all the year round to help him.

Michael was expelled from the courtroom because he disturbed the order twice during the trial, but the judge could understand his mood and specifically approved him to meet with Michael Jr. later.

At this moment, Michael held his head in his hands and wept silently and painfully. He kept hitting his forehead and head with his fists and slaps, as if he hated himself.

The quiet corridor made his slight weeping sound much more obvious, and when he was in extreme pain, he felt someone sitting beside him.

At this moment, Michael was like a lion that had been injured all the time. He opened his mouth without raising his head, and the word "roll" tore his vocal cords and sprayed out from his throat, full of violent emotions.

But the people sitting next to him were unmoved, and then Michael heard the sound of a lighter igniting, and then the strong smell of cigarettes.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and face, he didn't want his embarrassment to be seen by others, he was a tough guy, he thought he was, and he wanted to tell the people around him as a tough guy to get away from him.

Just when he was about to roar, a familiar voice rang in his ear!

"I wouldn't do this if I were you!"

Lynch, it's Lynch!

Michael will never forget this voice for the rest of his life, and this voice has also become the main source of his recent nightmares. He glared at Lynch fiercely with eyes red from crying, "You came to see my joke, are you very proud?"

Lynch curled his lips, and he passed a cigarette over. Michael casually knocked off Lynch's hand. The cigarette rolled and bounced on the ground a few times, and rolled under the bench on the other side of the corridor.

"Have you always been like this, thinking that everyone should accept your bad temper?" Lynch indifferently withdrew his hand that had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, and there was a trace of indifference in his eyes.

There was a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. The grumpy Michael closed his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at his hands, as if immersed in his own world again.

Looking at him, Lynch shrugged, stood up, and looked down at him, "I just came here to tell you that the grievances between us are almost over."

"You will get what you deserve, and you don't have to worry too much about your child, he has many boyfriends in prison..."

Michael jumped up again, he grabbed Lynch by the collar with both hands, and Lynch raised his hands.

A lion is wounded, but still a lion.

Lynch was not afraid of the tragic aura on Michael, he said jokingly, "If I were you, I would let go, you and your son have already paid for your mistakes, and you have to Think about your wife..."

In the next second, Michael's fierce eyes turned pale instantly. Although the lion was terrifying, it was no match for the hunter after all.

Lynch straightened his collar and said with a smile, "Okay, I've finished what I have to say. I wish you a happy holiday, Mr. Michael!"

The footsteps got farther and farther away, Michael turned his head stiffly, watching Lynch disappear into the afterglow of the sun on the other side of the corridor, his consciousness seemed to be overwhelmed by the light at the moment Lynch merged into the afterglow.

It's like... drowning, people can't breathe!

Even that is bright!