Blackstone Code

From the moment Michael was sentenced in court, some media have been thinking about some issues in reverse. Whether the conflict between Michael and Lynch originated from the law enforcement officers and suspects, or because of private matters.

If it's because of the former, then they don't need to care too much about other things, but if it's because of the latter, then the direction of public opinion development is wrong.

It's like the little red guy fights the little blue guy, and the little blue guy gets hurt, if it's an isolated incident, then it will always be an isolated incident, and no one will care.

The problem now is that everyone says that the little red man is a law enforcement officer, and the little blue man is an innocent member of the public. Without evidence, the little red man injured the little blue man. The reason for all this is that the little red man has too much power. Law enforcement power, he is abusing his power to harm the people.

This is the current situation, but if this relationship is removed, the little red people beat the little blue people because they have personal enmity, there are no law enforcement officers and innocent suspects, and the question of whether it is appropriate to have no law enforcement power is an isolated matter .

When Lynch saw the latest issue of the newspaper, he realized that the top executives of the Federal Taxation Bureau, at least the state-level executives, had begun to exert their strength. Before he had time to let Director Johnson accidentally disclose some information, the newspaper had At first there was some speculation.

Some less formal newspapers are tabloids, and many people just treat them as a kind of fun, because they often publish some shocking news.

But I have to say, this time is really a coincidence. An entertainment tabloid said that Michael Jr. was sentenced for burglary. He stole the house of the innocent suspect in Michael's law enforcement case. Could there be anything in it? associated.

Many times some people say that our people have no brains and live in a collective consciousness all day long. This sentence is obviously a ridiculous perception.

At least under the tabloid coverage, some people have begun to wonder if there is more conspiracy involved.

In fact, everyone, the citizens of every country, are essentially unwilling to believe that this country is rotten and hopeless. They always believe that there is still hope for this country, even if they are facing each other in the room all day long. The president on the TV was taking off his trousers and shouting Marevako.

So when they realized that the country could still be saved, and that it was a certain person who could not be saved, subconsciously they found a way of venting that they were not aware of. An attack on someone.

After reading the entire newspaper, Lynch put it down casually. He was in Mr. Fox's office at this time—his money had been laundered a lot, and he had moved from the basement to the ground, a bright, street-facing, independent room. A two-story building, with Gatenau's sign and telephone.

"This is good news..." Lynch picked up another newspaper and glanced at Mr. Fox, "The Federal Tax Service also realizes that it is pointless to pester us, and it might be a bit cruel for him to abandon Michael, But it's salvation for the whole system, we're safe."

Mr. Fox breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He has been worried these days. Several colleagues have been sent to the regional prison for money laundering charges to await the final judgment, and several colleagues disappeared overnight without a trace.

There are only two or three small financial aid services left in Sabine City, and the phone calls outside the office have not stopped for a while.

The busy business made Mr. Fox nervous, afraid, and coveted. Fortunately, Lynch has been comforting him, telling him to continue to do his own business and not give up easily. Now is the best time for him to transform.

Climbing out from the underground where there is little light, to welcome the sunshine, even this single-family office was rented at Lynch's request.

Mr. Fox glanced at the boys outside the room, and asked with some embarrassment, "Friend Lynch, I have encountered a little trouble..."

Lynch was a little surprised. He put down the latest issue of "Trader" in his hand. A country across the Baylor Federation Strait ended the war. improvement.

Undoubtedly, in order not to lose their money, the industrious federal businessmen found a place where they could recover their blood temporarily.

He outlined the news with a pen on the table, then looked at Mr. Fox, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Mr. Fox still smiled awkwardly, "I'm out of money..." After he finished speaking, he felt that Lynch might be misunderstood by what he said, so he explained a little.

In the past few days, other financial companies have been running and catching. The financial aid market in Sabine City has become extremely empty. Lynch has popularized it for him many times. Now is a good time to make his financial company bigger. Strong, he did.

At least he felt that Lynch was not a liar, but a smart person, smarter than himself, so what he said was right.

Every day, Sabine City has a financial gap ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands or even millions. This is no joke, and sometimes it even exceeds the scale of millions.

For some gamblers, the table next to the gambling table is a change of hundreds of thousands of numbers every minute, and the money is not eye-catching at all.

Where there is demand, there is a market. It should have been a buyer's market because suddenly there are only a few sellers left and it has become a seller's market, with supply exceeding demand.

In less than five days, Fox had invested all his capital, a total of more than two million!

What he has left in his pocket now is a small sum, just a fraction of what he had in his prime. After tonight, he has no money to spend.

When he thought of this, he became very anxious. It was all money, countless money. He had no money, but others might not. Once others seized the market, let alone the future, he wanted to cry now.

There were already such signs yesterday, and after a night and a day of hard thinking, he finally decided to discuss it with Lynch.

He knows that Lynch is a smart person, and smart people can often think of ways that others can't think of.

Mr. Fox's eyes full of anticipation were about to sparkle, but Lynch raised his eyebrows and nodded, "No problem, there are as many as you want!"

Mr. Fox's mouth fell open at the words, and he even went through his ears to make sure he heard correctly.

During this period of time, Lynch’s money was only over one million yuan. Lynch’s full bankroll may be less than 100,000 yuan. It seems that 100,000 yuan does not mean “as much as possible.” He wondered if Lynch listened to wrong.

He was very careful, and reminded Lynch when he thought he would not hurt Lynch's dignity, "I'm not talking about tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands, millions!"

Lynch continued to nod easily, "I said, there are as many as you can!"

His repeated affirmations made Mr. Fox stand up excitedly. He slapped his face excitedly and walked back and forth in the office a few times, "It's great, it's great, when can I see it?"

Lynch still maintained the previous sitting posture, he tilted his head slightly, Mr. Fox squinted his eyes slightly due to the sunlight outside the house, Lynch in his eyes was a little blurry, not so real.

"I'm not a charity, Mr. Fox, I know we have a good personal relationship, but you know...", he smiled, showing his white teeth, "We are businessmen, and businessmen are after profits!"

"I lent you the money, what can you give me?"