Blackstone Code

The gentleman sitting across from Sanchez was a little uneasy.

A person like Sanchez is not a good person at first glance. There are scars or tattoos on his face, head, back of hands and wrists. How can such a person be a "good person"?

The gentleman wanted to change positions, but he felt that his sudden change of position might anger the gang member in front of him who had been staring at him, so he could only continue to pretend to read the newspaper.

"Hey, give me your newspaper."

The fierce man opposite spoke. The man reading the newspaper didn't react at first, but then he nodded repeatedly, "That's right, I've finished reading it, so..."

He saw a one-dollar note, and he didn't know whether to accept it or not. He originally thought it was a "robbery" with a value of only fifty cents. But now it seems that not only was it not a robbery, but he also made fifty cents.

Just when he hesitated, Sanchez leaned forward, stuffed a dollar into the other person's breast pocket, and then took the newspaper from the other person's hand.

"Although he is very vicious, he should be a good person.", the gentleman reading the newspaper thought. At least the other party politely gave him the money first and took the newspaper, which shows that the other party is a civilized person.

Since we are civilized people, we cannot make random guesses based on the other party's appearance.

He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window, as if the pitch-black night, which would never change like the ink in an inkpot, was the most wonderful scenery at this moment.

Sanchez held the newspaper, the veins in his neck rolling.

The photo in the newspaper was a snapshot of Lynch walking among the crowd, and it happened to capture his side face surrounded by the crowd.

Handsome, handsome, with an indescribable temperament that penetrated the newspaper and hit his face.

But Sanchez was very angry.

This is a thief, a thief, he stole the wealth that belongs to him!

Now the problem has become more troublesome. It is no longer as simple as convincing his uncle, but convincing Lynch, who is richer and has more status and power in the federation.

This makes everything troublesome.

At the same time, a fierce murderous intention flashed through Sanchez's heart. He could now kill his uncle without hesitation.

But before that, he had to deal with Lynch first!

The next day, when the newspaper man woke up, the fierce guy was gone. He tidied up his clothes and walked out of the carriage with his briefcase.

The moment his leather shoes set foot on Bupen's land, a wave of "social elite" aura surged crazily from his body.

Soon, he blended into the crowd and disappeared.

He didn't notice that there were a lot of police near the station, at least more than usual. These police were there to maintain order when necessary. Those who really made a difference were the agents hidden in the crowd.

But they were destined not to gain anything this time, because when the train was about to arrive at Bupen Station, Sanchez had already jumped off the train.

He would like to thank the Federation's technological level for not allowing the train speed here to exceed one hundred kilometers per hour. Otherwise, jumping out of the car would not be as simple as a fall and getting up and walking. He might lose his little one. Life.

After slightly changing his outfit, a homeless man simply entered Bupen with the homeless people entering the city.

There are actually not many homeless people in Bupen. Everything here is very expensive, the living burden of homeless people is also very heavy, and the social elites in Bupen lack sympathy and compassion.

But after all, some people are still unwilling to leave. After all, this is the core of the Federation, and even the food at the aid station is better than other places.

No one will pay attention to whether a homeless person will enter the city in the morning, let alone check their identity.

The dirty Sanchez entered the city without contacting anyone, especially Marillo's general.

Nowadays, cross-border calls still have to be transferred manually. He can't pick up the phone like a fool and tell the transfer person that he is a fucking bad guy and is now exposing his target.

What he has to do now is to find a way to chat with Lynch, but this first requires a gun.

Weapons are the basis of friendly communication. He understood this truth with a gun and a bullet when he was eight years old, and this truth made his wrist swollen for more than a week.

He came to a slightly remote antique shop. The owner was a man in his forties.

He was wiping some antiques. When Sanchez came in, he glanced up, then lowered his head and started doing his own thing.

Sanchez walked to the counter, looked at the environment here, and then made his request, "I need a gun..."

The boss said without raising his head, "Sorry, if you want weapons, please go to the supermarket or weapons store. We don't sell weapons here."

Federal sales of weapons also require licenses, which is related to the outflow of weapons.

Sanchez took out all the money he had, more than 1,600 yuan, and slapped it on the table.

Two more coins rolled disobediently to the ground, making a crisp crashing sound. He glanced sideways at the silver-plated candlestick not far away, "I need a gun."

The owner of the antique shop put down his work and looked Sanchez up and down. He reached out and pulled Sanchez's collar open and saw the tattoo inside.

Tattoos have a certain meaning.

Police and government workers do not get tattoos easily due to religious connotations or gang affiliations. The tattoo on Sanchez’s chest obviously makes him look like a gang member.

The antique shop owner then let go of his hand and shook his head, "Not enough money."

This time he didn't ask Sanchez to leave, but said he didn't have enough money. Sanchez frowned and said, "There are almost 1,800 yuan here."

“You can go to the weapons store diagonally across the street and buy a federally registered weapon with a gun number for 1,350 yuan, and then you have to show your gun license and social security number, and finally they will I can give you a hundred bullets."

The owner of the antique shop still looked great. He tapped his fingers on the counter, "But here, eighteen hundred dollars is not enough. You need two thousand five hundred dollars to buy a gun. And I I only give you seven bullets."

"grass!"

Sanchez kicked the counter.

"It's two thousand six hundred yuan now, you can kick it a few more times, I don't mind!"

The owner of the antique shop looked at Sanchez's dangerous eyes and lifted up his clothes without hesitation. There was a holster inside. The lock of the holster was open and there was a pistol inside.

Sanchez turned around twice. He really had no money. He searched every place where he could make money, but except for a ten-cent coin, he got nothing more.

But the antique shop owner's uncompromising attitude made him a little crazy.

"Do you have pliers?", he asked suddenly.

"That thing is very cheap, only two yuan." The antique shop owner put a second-hand pliers on the counter.

Sanchez slammed his hands on the counter, and with a bang, the antique shop owner inserted his hands into his arms.

He stared at the boss fiercely. After staring for a while, he suddenly picked up the pliers and stuffed them into his mouth.

Amid a cry that sounded like his whole body was being torn apart, he forcibly pulled out a bloody tooth.

There is a diamond on it, which is his former tooth.

His doctor helped him repair the wormhole. When he was preparing to backfill it, he asked the doctor what was the hardest thing that would not be damaged so easily.

The doctor told him it was a diamond, so he asked someone to find a similar diamond and put it into his tooth.

"Bah..." He spit out a mouthful of blood and slammed the pliers on the counter. "Here, add 1,800 yuan and exchange for a pistol and a box of bullets."

The owner of the antique shop was also shocked by this ruthless man. He pulled out his tooth without any anesthesia. The pain was only one aspect. The ruthless heart showed that the person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary gang member.

He was silent for a moment, and then took out a box from somewhere under the counter. There was a pistol in it.

"The newly retired military-issued gun has its gun number and serial number wiped off. No one can trace it." He said and put another box of bullets on the table, "Fifty bullets."

Sanchez vomited two more mouthfuls of blood in the process. He raised his head and glanced at the antique shop owner, "Do you have any painkillers?"

The boss hesitated for a moment, then took out a small bottle and poured out a few pills. "It's a special medicine. Even if someone cuts off your head within three hours of taking it, you won't feel it."

Sanchez nodded, directly picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, then swallowed it mixed with blood.

He quickly checked the pistol and left with the pistol and bullets.

The sunshine outside the house was just right, he lowered his head, and his cheeks gradually began to become red and swollen.

He tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, rubbed it tightly, stuffed it into the wound in his mouth, and then bit it tightly.

There is no pain, but the touch is still there, which is amazing.

He even felt a little floating when he walked, as if he had accidentally eaten a poisonous mushroom.

This also reminded him of another big business on the border, the smuggling and selling of Grimace Mushrooms.

Thinking about these messy things, he avoided the main road and walked along the path towards the city center. He had to see Lin Qi first.

At the same time, the entire Bupen defense system was activated.

As the federal wanted order was confirmed, all major TV stations broadcast the news this morning. The newspaper man on the way discovered that the person on the wanted order seemed to be the guy sitting opposite him.

He immediately found the nearest police station and explained his situation.

After FBI agents took over and questioned him several times, he left the police station and everyone knew Sanchez was back.