Blackstone Code

On the other side, Director Johnson waited outside the restaurant for a while after leaving the meeting, smoked two cigarettes, gritted his teeth and drove to Michael's house.

Mrs. Michael has finished the treatment in the hospital. Her bruises and traumas on her body have all healed, and the rest is psychological treatment. Depending on the situation, it may last for about three months to half a year, or it may take longer.

The long period of psychological treatment also means a large amount of expenses. Michael's work has been suspended, which cut off the income of the whole family at once.

Although he still has some money in the bank account, about 20,000 yuan, he can't cope with the various expenses that will follow.

In fact, psychotherapy is a typical disease of the rich in the eyes of ordinary people, especially the poor living in the lower city. The girls who live in the chaotic streets of the lower city almost grew up under all kinds of harassment.

From verbal harassment, to petty harassment, and even violent harassment, it stands to reason that these people should be perverted or self-destructive, but not all of them are like this.

Some of them have indeed gone to self-destruction, but there are still some who are still alive and strong and optimistic.

Pain can make people hurt, and it can also give people the courage to yearn for being strong. Only because you are in the dark, you will yearn for the light even more-the above are all bullshit, life is alive, and you must be strong to live.

When Director Johnson parked his car outside Michael's house, he saw a police car on the side of the road and two police officers who were having afternoon tea.

They only glanced at Director Johnson before looking away, continuing to focus on the sweetened coffee and chocolate-covered donuts in their hands.

Although Michael has left the police station, he is still under surveillance. He cannot leave the place where he lives unless necessary, and cannot communicate with outsiders alone.

However, because he used to be a person with a "licence", the police relaxed his guard a little bit, and there was no need for the police to be present when he was talking to others.

Director Johnson has been to Michael's house more than once and several times, and every time he feels that Michael is lucky, has a happy family and a harmonious career, and the whole room is filled with a kind of positive and beautiful life.

But this time, the moment he pushed the door open, a rotten breath gushed out of the room like a tomb.

There was no light in the room, and some windows were covered by curtains, probably because of Mrs. Michael's heart disease, and Michael was shrouded in darkness.

The door opened, and the light from outside the room shone in, making the light in the room obviously brighter, and more details could be seen clearly.

Michael sat on the sofa haggardly. He was significantly thinner than half a month ago, and his whole body was a little thin and out of shape.

The slovenly gray stubble on his face made him look sloppy, especially his uncombed hair, which turned gray. Time seemed to fast-forward a short distance on him, making him enter old age in advance.

Michael glanced at Director Johnson, just glanced at it, then retracted his gaze and continued to stare at the TV screen that was not turned on, probably thinking about something.

A wave of karmic fire rose from the soles of Director Johnson's feet. He was already very easy to talk to in the tax bureau. He thought that this would make him one with everyone, but looking at a guy like Michael, he couldn't help but make people angry.

Not to mention the dignity that may make people feel degrading, but at least he should show some gratitude or gratitude. When he was in trouble, he, the chief of the bureau, came to visit him, but he regarded himself as an air .

Soon, this anger disappeared again. If he was really angry, he might have been so angry to death by these female cousins.

"What are you doing here?" Michael said with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Give me the final verdict?"

Director Johnson was just stunned for a moment, and his eyes were attracted by the newspapers on the coffee table. He knew where the problem was.

In the past two days, the newspapers have been discussing one thing, that is, whether there is some personal enmity between Michael and Lynch, and whether Michael has the possibility of publicizing the private enmity.

There is no relationship between publicizing private hatred and excessive law enforcement power. It is still a separate and isolated incident. On the contrary, it is because Michael publicizing private hatred has affected the taxation department and law enforcement department.

In addition, some people linked Michael, the father and son of Michael Jr. and Lynch who reported the theft together.

Michael is a healthy adult with clear three views and independent thinking ability. He knows very well that when the wind direction of the media starts to change, it means that someone is pushing it to happen.

The media obviously wanted to set him up as a bad example, something they couldn't do themselves because their goals were all about law enforcement.

What can make them change is some people behind them. These people are about to abandon themselves. This is what Michael has gained in the past two days, and because of this, he has shown a resistance to Director Johnson.

Director Johnson remained silent. He didn't know how to speak. This kind of silence quickly increased the disappointment and despair in Michael's heart. It also made him realize that he was not scaring himself. Everything came true and he was abandoned. .

His throat suddenly felt a little itchy, and his voice became hoarse in an instant, as if there was a layer of sand in his throat, and every sentence and every letter was full of obvious graininess.

"Why?"

He turned to look at Director Johnson, "Why did this happen, whose decision was it?"

Director Johnson blushed a little, and he sighed, "The decision from above, you made the whole system very passive..."

"Abandoning me passively?" Michael became agitated when he said that, his complexion quickly flushed, and some white saliva appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Michael who was angry at him, Director Johnson suddenly calmed down and stabilized, and his eyes were also changing, making Michael a little confused and a little scared.

"You have always been impulsive and have a bad temper. I have told you about this more than once..." Director Johnson's voice revealed a trace of nostalgia for the old days, "Since I became the director, in the past ten years Here, the complaints against you alone account for more than half of the complaint mailboxes of the Sabine City Taxation Bureau."

"You like to threaten the target of the investigation, you like to do things casually, insult or even humiliate others casually, and you often act without formalities. You have too many problems..."

Johnson looked at Michael seriously, "Don't feel that you are wronged, you deserve it, I warned you, but you always do it according to your own way!"

"The times are different. This is a new era. Our society is improving every year. In the past, maybe we haven't cleaned ourselves of the wildness and savagery, but now we have done it."

"Even if you don't meet Lynch, you will meet someone like Zhi Qi or Mackey. If you don't change yourself, you will definitely fall."

"Don't say we abandoned you, it's you who abandoned yourself!"

Director Johnson's words made Michael calm down again and became depressed. He held his head in pain. He actually knew that what Director Johnson said was right, but once this work style was formed, it was difficult to change.

No, it should be said that it is an inherent concept. In Michael's eyes, criminals have no human rights, and he has indeed strengthened his thinking through several people such as the masthead.

As long as you don't kill them, they will pretend that nothing happened, because they are not clean in the first place, and they dare not speak out to the outside world, they will only bear it silently.

Until he met Lynch, a criminal who used the law and the police as weapons, he fell completely.

He couldn't figure out why it was Lynch, why it was him, why it was his family, that bastard didn't play by the rules!

At this moment, the door upstairs opened, and Mrs. Michael, who had a sickly expression on her face, stood on the side of the corridor worriedly. She looked worriedly at the two people in the living room downstairs.

Director Johnson glanced back, he raised his hand to press on Michael's shoulder, and squeezed it...