Blackstone Code

"We don't have much time to wait for you to slowly settle the shares in your uncle's hands. Do you understand what I mean?"

"The longer you delay, the more excited those people become. The commander of the Blue Army has already called me and asked me if I need his help."

"If you can't do it well, tell me now and I will ask your brother to take over these things."

"If you do a good job, do it for me."

"How many days will it take for you to give me good news?"

There was no trace of affection in the voice of Sanchez's general father, and every word revealed cold command and discipline.

For this great warlord, children are just a more useful prop, more trustworthy than strangers, but they can only be trusted a little.

As long as he still holds huge power and weapons in his hands, he can give birth to countless children as much as he wants.

There are still some of his children in places that people don't know about, and that is the last resort.

Not to mention that there are some women around him who are giving birth to new lives.

He has had a lot of children die in the past few years, and he felt a little painful at first, but after more deaths, he got used to it.

So he didn't speak to his children like a "kind father", he was just a "general."

Sanchez clenched his fists and said, "In no more than three days, I will let my uncle know what stupid decision he made."

"Very good, I'm waiting for your good news, don't make me wait too long."

After hanging up the phone, Sanchez did not leave, but looked at the phone quietly.

He has lost many brothers, and now there are two left, but soon, he will have some new brothers born.

Most of Marillo's warlords have a "family system". The general is the head of the family, and then they will arrange a lot of work for their brothers, sisters, sons and daughters.

There are basically no "comrades" or "brothers" who can truly reach the same level as the warlord himself.

If these people had not died accidentally during the initial process of starting a business, they would have encountered various accidents later on.

Power is too tempting.

Sanchez also longs for power, and he will not allow his younger brother to cross him and take away everything that should belong to him.

He turned around and returned to the interrogation room. After a night's rest, Mr. President's energy improved a little.

However, due to maintaining the same position for a long time, he now has no feeling in his buttocks, and there are obvious bruises on his hands and arms.

This is a phenomenon caused by blood circulation disorders. If not treated in time, his hands will become necrotic and thrombosis will form by tomorrow at most, which is life-threatening.

But he didn't know these things, and neither did Sanchez. They were not medical students.

Sanchez dragged a folding chair from outside and came in. He sat opposite the President, with his hands and arms on his thighs, his body low and leaning forward, looking at the President.

"The general said he wanted my brother to come over and take over my job. He was disappointed in me that I couldn't get you to sign."

He spoke out his thoughts as if he were confiding his true feelings.

He lit a cigarette for himself, which was still a cigarette of every moment. He took a puff, held it in his hand, and continued, "You know, the general is a very strict man."

"He will praise me if I do well, and punish if I do poorly. If I don't do well enough, maybe he won't hang me up and beat me like an ordinary soldier, but he will definitely question my ability."

"People like us can be greedy, despicable, and villainous, but they must never be incapable."

"It will kill people..."

The CEO has been silent. He woke up, but he didn't want to talk. On the one hand, he was too hungry and had no strength. On the other hand, he was too lazy to speak.

Sanchez stood up and walked to the door. He took a phone from his subordinate's hand and carried it into the room.

He walked to the table and pushed it hard. There was a loud crash and all the flesh-and-blood torture instruments on the table were knocked over to the ground.

He put the phone up and pressed the release button.

Then the voice of a young girl came through the phone. She was the eldest daughter of the CEO.

This was the girl he gave birth to after he married his first wife, but the poor woman died of an attack not long after giving birth to the girl.

He loved his daughter, the treasure left to him by his first wife.

In the external microphone, the lovely daughter's voice was full of fear. She cried and called the CEO's name illogically, shouting "Papa", praying for someone to hear her prayer and save her.

Sanchez moved the chair opposite the president, and he sat down. There was almost no distance between the two of them, and their heads were almost touching.

"My dear uncle, will you sign?"

He stared at the CEO, who sneered with little energy and said nothing.

He knew what Sanchez was going to do, and he was very sad, but he couldn't help it.

At this point, if he signs, not only will he die, but everyone who has anything to do with him will die!

This is the style of the country of Marillo. From the almost exterminating fighting between the Mallorians and the Marillos, to now they are so cruel to their own people.

The entire country is rife with tyranny.

He signed and everyone died.

If he doesn't sign, at least he won't die.

He knew how to choose, even though the choice was painful.

Sanchez's eyelids twitched, and he turned slightly towards the phone, "This one won't work, next one."

Then the girl let out a piercing scream, followed by seven or eight gunshots, and the girl's voice stopped suddenly.

Then, a young male voice came, this was the second son of the president.

"While we are fighting the enemy on the front line, you are enjoying the peace we bought with our lives and blood in the Federation."

"We don't blame you because you have your job to do."

"But look, now you have not only made a mess of your work, but you are also trying to take over a life that does not belong to you. Don't you know how to repent?"

Mr. CEO's body was trembling slightly. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"It seems like your son can't sway you either!" He tilted his head, "Next one."

There was a series of gunshots and the footsteps sounded again.

Sons, daughters, his mistress, illegitimate children, more than a dozen people all returned to the embrace of God in a very short period of time.

Sanchez's scalp suddenly felt very itchy, and he scratched it hard. "It seems that you have made the final decision."

At this time, Mr. President suddenly spoke.

"You know, actually from the very beginning, when my brother asked me to come to the Federation to take charge of the business here, I knew he was going to kick me out."

"He sent people to assassinate all our original partners, and now he doesn't even plan to let me go..."

"Sanchez, you don't know that I took you out of the delivery room when you were born. Your father doesn't care about you at all."

"Now that he can think of getting rid of me, he will also get rid of you in the future. You are just a tool to him."

"Besides, you did one thing wrong..."

Sanchez frowned. He knew how his father's former subordinates had failed. It was impossible for so many people to suddenly encounter accidents. Someone must have taken action.

The general had good reasons for taking action. These people wanted to establish their own power regardless of their superiority, so they all had accidents in a dignified manner.

But Mr. President said the general would kill everyone... He didn't believe it.

Of course, this does not prevent him from continuing to chat with the president. Maybe the president's thoughts will become clearer at some point. "What did I do wrong?" he asked casually.

Mr. President raised his head and looked at him. He spoke slowly but clearly, "This is the Federation, not Marillo. It's a crime to put your words here!"

A few minutes ago, the operator at the Bupen Police Station was hanging up the phone impatiently.

Heck, a poor man living in the suburbs actually suspected that his house had been invaded, and even wanted the police station to send someone to check it out. Isn't this a joke?

Just take a look and see that nothing happened, and the cost of dispatching the police is probably dozens of dollars.

The person who called the police is not responsible for this money, it is all borne by the police station. If every caller's report is taken seriously, the police station may soon go bankrupt.

She comforted the person who called the police and told him that he could go back and take a look first, and then seek help if he really found someone intruding.

The phone that he had just hung up rang again, and the operator made an explosive gesture towards his colleagues. When he answered the phone, his expression suddenly became serious.

The pencil that was constantly spinning in her hand also began to write and draw in the notebook. Later, she hung up the phone and picked it up again, selected a branch button on the phone and pressed it.

"Someone reported...the community heard gunshots. Go check it out. You'd better put on body armor and heavy weapons!"

The community she talks about is a high-end villa community.

What Bupen lacks most is this kind of community.

As for why her attitude has changed?

Oh, that's definitely not discrimination against the poor, but the call mentioned gunshots. This is obviously a more dangerous case and must be taken seriously.

After receiving the alarm call, the branch immediately dispatched two patrol cars to check, and the criminal police were also ready to dispatch at any time.

More than ten minutes later, two police cars slowly drove into the community. The community was very quiet.

Each villa is separated by a long distance, and there are various vegetation walls.

In order not to disturb other residents, neither police car sounded its siren.

"It's too quiet. I think it might be a false alarm..." The policeman sitting in the first car looked very relaxed.

If something went wrong, the security department of the community service company would have been dispatched long ago. How could they wait to call the police?

They arrived outside the house where the police call was made. There was no sound of gunfire in the quiet house, not even the sound of human beings.

Just as the police were about to ring the doorbell, two men wearing black gloves walked out of the door.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, then the two men in black drew their guns and started shooting!