Blackstone Code

From the beginning of wanting to kidnap Lynch to now standing in this room, wearing the underwear of the little dolphin hero and saying "I want to live", it actually doesn't take much mental journey.

Every path seems to have no future, and he always has to choose the one that allows him to go on.

Is it shameful to surrender?

No, it is shameful to die. As long as you are alive, you have the possibility of becoming a hero.

Sanchez looked at Lynch, hoping to impress him with his words, but Lynch didn't seem to be impressed so easily.

"Do I look like a fool?" Lynch asked, "The general is your father, I don't think he will kill you."

Sanchez was silent for a while, "My uncle thinks so too."

Lynch laughed twice, "You are very humorous, which is good. People in the Federation like humorous people. Tell me about your father, the General."

There was some irony in this sentence, and Sanchez pretended not to hear it, or didn't care much if he heard it.

"That was a tough man...", he began telling his father and these stories.

He was indeed a very strict man. Sanchez began to fight when he was fourteen years old. In the words of the general, as the eldest son, he had to adapt to the cruel living environment.

Almost every once in a while, a few days or a week or two, conflicts will break out with other forces.

At that time, the general was only a small-scale warlord with more than a hundred people in his hands, so he had a son, and his son had to go to the battlefield as a combatant instead of sitting back and enjoying the joy of the harvest brought by the death of others. .

In the eyes of the general, everyone is almost the same. Son, brother, and relatives are just a tool for him to achieve his power goals.

Even to a certain extent, his cruelty to his relatives is more like a way to manage ordinary soldiers with an attitude and method that is so strict that even his relatives will not let go, so that people understand what rules are.

"...I promised him I would take care of these things, but obviously I failed."

"I can't guarantee whether he will kill me for this, and I can't be sure whether my younger siblings will secretly execute me because I have lost the general's trust before he needs me again."

When Sanchez described his father, he never said the word "father" throughout the article, let alone his name. He always referred to the man as "general".

Here, in Marillo, this has always been the case. There is not much family affection between them, only obedience connected by blood.

"I don't have the courage to bet that they will let me go, and I can't hold you hostage and force you to hand over what I want, so now I stand here like a clown praying for a chance to live."

Lynch was silent for a moment after listening, "That was really a cruel and dictatorial general. Through your description, I can feel the pain of the Mariroans and Malorians in this turbulent situation and under the rule of warlords."

Outside the villa, the FBI car had arrived, and they spent more than three minutes telling the story, which was slightly earlier than the five minutes Lynch expected.

This is understandable, after all, Lynch is a rich man, and this is also a rich area. If the FBI director does not want to change his job, he must show respect and respect for the rich.

"Mr. Lynch..." Sanchez's tone was a little panicked. Once the FBI took him away, he would definitely be expelled from the federation.

The only place he could go was Mariro.

He really didn't want to go back. After the mission failed, he could already imagine the general's anger like a volcano erupting.

Not to mention everything he screwed up, because the financial assistance was cut off, the general's power would soon become unstable.

Militants who cannot get their salary on time will definitely make trouble. The only thing that can make them obey has always been money, and they have little loyalty.

These troubles would become more and more dire, eventually knocking the general to the ground, so Sanchez was certainly responsible.

Lynch was still deep in thought, and Sanchez shouted urgently, "Mr. Lynch, I swear everything I said is true."

His expression and emotions couldn't remain calm, he panicked.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and the door of the villa was pushed open. More than a dozen guys who could be identified as FBI agents at a glance appeared here. The one walking at the front was Bu Payne. The city's FBI director, who was personally responsible for the case.

As soon as he entered the door, he showed his ID, "I am the investigation director of Bupen City, FBI. This is my ID. I am here to take away the wanted criminal Sanchez..."

Lynch shook his head and stood up, "Sorry, Mr. Director, Sanchez can't be handed over to you for the time being. I have other uses for him."

Sanchez, who was so nervous that he wanted to pee, breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had convinced Lynch.

The director of the Bureau of Investigation frowned, "He is a wanted criminal throughout the federation..."

The arrest warrant is issued at the request of the Security Council. Every time a nationwide arrest warrant is issued, it is actually a kind of damage to the reputation of the FBI.

The first thing people think when they see a wanted poster is that people in the FBI are like pigs. They can't do anything except sleep and eat, and they can't do it well. Letting criminals go has become a social problem.

But in fact, sometimes such arrest warrants are not issued at their own request, but are asked by other agencies to assist them in issuing them.

In the end, all the infamy will be borne by themselves.

If Sanchez can be caught as soon as possible, it will have a great effect on restoring the FBI's image.

Moreover, he didn't think Lynch could stop him.

As he spoke, he tilted his head and motioned for his men to pick up Sanchez.

But Lynch took out his ID from his pocket and gave it to Austin, asking her to show it to the director of the Bureau of Investigation.

The FBI director took the certificate with some confusion. He looked up at Lynch again, and then carefully distinguished it.

Every executive department of the federal government will use some small anti-counterfeiting methods on documents. After all, in this era when communication technology is not yet developed enough, relying on a verbal description of a person's appearance to verify his identity is far less reliable than other anti-counterfeiting methods.

Lynch's ID was authentic, and no one knew he still had this identity.

The director of the Bureau of Investigation did not dare to say anything and returned the certificate to Austin. He looked at Lynch with a meaningful look and shouted "Go back."

One detective seemed a little reluctant and was glared back by the director of the Bureau of Investigation.

This is the authority of the Security Committee. If there were not a group of people watching the Security Committee, maybe the Security Committee would also be able to get the privilege of killing first and proving later.

After taking back the ID, Lynch asked Sanchez to be looked at. He returned to the study and called Mr. Trueman.

Mr. Trueman had just returned home and was still lying in the bath to relieve the fatigue caused by a busy day at work. His servant delivered the phone to the edge of the bath.

"it's me……"

"Lynch?"

"Yes."

"Is it important for you to call me so late?"

"Sanchez came to me with his hands in the air and asked to see me. I talked to him and he is a valuable person."

"Value?" When Mr. Trueman heard this, he had already stood up from the bath. He walked to the outside of the bathroom with the phone in hand, and the servant wiped his body for him.

Of course, he was wearing underwear, but why he was wearing underwear is another story.

"tell me the story."

"We all know that the more chaotic Marillo is, the more valuable and meaningful it is to us, and now it's a little too settled for our political interests in the north."

"Beyond that, we need someone among the great warlords to stand by us, stand by us unconditionally."

"Don't hang up the phone, I'll go to the study to talk to you." Mr. Trueman said casually and hung up the phone.

After waiting for almost two minutes, there was the sound of some electricity, followed by Mr. Trueman's voice, "Are you still here?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Just now you said we need a warlord on our side, did you mean Sanchez's father?"

Lynch's answer was quick and firm, "Of course not, we need a warlord who belongs entirely to us. A general is not the best choice, but the worst. It is difficult for us to control him."

"But we had a good goal."

Mr. Trueman said thoughtfully, "You mean Sanchez, why do you think so highly of him? I have read his information. He is a ruthless person, but that's all."

He felt that Sanchez was not a smart person, which was not in line with Mr. Trueman's view on employing people. He was a smart person, and he knew how useful smart people were.

Sanchez is so stupid.

But Lynch's view is exactly the opposite, "Because he is not smart enough, we can better control him."

"Marillo now needs a change, a revolution, a child standing up against his tyrannical father and hoping to resolve the hatred between two peoples. What do you think of this theme?"

Mr. Trueman listened carefully, and he also thought seriously, "This theme sounds very suitable to the taste of the people in Congress, but it is obvious that the Marillos and Mallory people do not think so."

"The hatred between ethnic groups cannot be put down simply by letting go. This will not succeed."

Lynch smiled and added, "But the federation will support him. With our support, he will have a foundation."

"We don't need him to actually do this. We just need him to look like he wants to build a peaceful, orderly, and harmonious society. That's enough."

"Marillo and these big warlords are motionless. It's too dangerous."

"One is about to fall now, and maybe there will be a second and third one soon."

"Once someone unifies Marillo, the pressure on us in the north will double."

"We need a Mariro who is always in chaos, not a Mariro who has been baptized by the iron-blooded war. That kind of Mariro is definitely a nightmare!"

Trueman first followed Lynch's words and thought deeply. It was a turbulent country with repeated civil wars. From teenage boys and girls to old men and women in their fifties and sixties, everyone could carry a gun and shoot. .

The battle has been engraved in their bones. Maybe they are weak now, but once Marillo is unified, the Federation will have a hell neighbor!

After getting some ideas, Mr. Trueman asked, "Where is Sanchez now?"