Blackstone Code

Anyone who can stay with Lynch must be investigated by the Security Committee, and Lynch himself must be investigated.

The maid's boyfriend is a young man from the same place as her. He is in his twenties and works in a local factory.

Their ideal is to buy a house in a big city and live a happy life. In fact, from the time this ideal was born, they are unlikely to be happy.

Living in a big city is not easy. You have to face more than just the pressure of living expenses. After all, prices and consumption levels in big cities are very high. Even without high consumption, the monthly bills can be overwhelming. Too much to bear.

In addition to these, the bigger problem comes from the temptation of big cities.

When a person sees that others can enjoy that kind of wealthy life without any effort on his part, the person's mentality will lose balance, and in the end they may become what they don't want to become.

There is no shortage of strippers in strip bars. Why?

Because those ordinary waitresses are waiting to be one of them all the time!

They serve customers, of course, it is a formal service, such as delivering drinks to the guests in the booth and other waiter's work. If they work for a month, maybe no stripper will make more in one night.

"They just stripped naked and jumped around on the stage!"

This kind of contrast is really hard to adapt to. Once your thinking relaxes and starts to slip, people will convince themselves.

"It's just taking off your clothes. Does anyone want to do something to themselves? In just one night, I can enjoy twenty-nine days of vacation..."

"It's just a private room. There is no difference between the inside and the outside..."

"It was just a one-night romance with a customer. Even the law can't say I was wrong..."

The landslide of thought is like a mudslide. If it is not blocked at the beginning, it will never be blocked again.

The maid is like this. When she comes to this big city, she always wants to stay. There is nothing special about her. She can only use some other methods to keep herself here.

She couldn't bear to live in that country place anymore, with the smell of cow dung and some stupid, uncouth neighbors.

She likes the glamorous life here, living in a free villa and enjoying an exquisite life.

She likes the expensive coffee and all kinds of delicious food here. She can't afford any of them herself, but she can enjoy it...

In the future, there were some small changes unconsciously, but she didn't care so much.

Regarding her own choice, the maid does not feel that she has fallen. After all, work is work and life is life.

She is a girl who loves work as much as she loves life. Is this wrong?

Of course, she also has an ideal, to make some money, have her own family in Bupen with her boyfriend, and gradually become a real big city person.

If you want to satisfy this, you must work hard!

That young man is so lucky to have found such a good girlfriend. He must have saved the world in his previous life.

After watching the maid change into a relatively conservative long dress and leave, Lynch sent her blessing to her boyfriend.

He looked down upon the whole of Bupen. This is the good thing about villas in Mid-Levels. Residents can feel that they are the controller of the world anytime and anywhere, and the whole world seems to be within reach.

Suddenly, the phone in the room rang, and Austin came over with the phone in hand. This kind of thing should have been done by the maid, but she left.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Austin put the phone on the table, and she looked at Lynch's hand with disgust.

Lynch curled his lips and said, "I wiped it."

Austin couldn't help complaining, "You must not have wiped it clean. God, how can I give you a job?"

She really can't stand Lynch's somewhat uncomfortable life, and these are actually just complaints. As a female warrior, she believes in her own abilities more than any feminist activist.

Lynch sat on the recliner indifferently. You can't make everyone agree with your point of view, and that's okay.

"it's me……"

"Looks like you're still here at Boupen."

"Yes, I haven't had much to do recently. Do you have any questions?"

The caller was Mr. Trueman. The Department of International Affairs had more and more tasks and more and more responsibilities. He had left many of the president's jobs to Mr. Trueman.

Some people outside think that Mr. President is a fool because “he has to leave even the most basic tasks to others, while he only knows how to hunt!”

Mr. President has actually only gone hunting twice recently, both in national parks.

Sometimes federal laws are weird. It tells people the importance of protecting natural animals, but at the same time allows people to pay a sum of money and then hunt the animals. This is wrong.

But no one has any objections to this. For the poor, hunting and the natural environment are too far away, but for the rich, money has never been a problem.

After being criticized, Mr. President did not fight back. He just admitted his hobby with a smile, but did not apologize. In his opinion, using the weekend to hunt is a personal behavior and should not be elevated to an excessive level.

The Department of International Affairs was getting more work, Mr. Trueman was getting more and more powerful, and the president trusted him, and no one could change that.

"If you're free, you'd better get to the Ministry of Defense in twenty minutes, we have a meeting."

Lin Qi was stunned for a moment, "Should I go too?"

He stood up as he said this, dragging the phone and walking towards the hall, "I don't know that I can also participate in this kind of meeting, what are you talking about?"

"It's not easy to talk on the phone. We can talk about it when you come to the scene!"

"Okay..." Lynch hung up the phone and put it somewhere casually. He looked back at Austin who was standing in the yard, "You should prepare the car, we are about to set off."

Austin rolled his eyes and walked to the garage, "Where are you going on such a hot day?"

"Department of Defense!"

Thirty minutes later, Lynch's car arrived at the Ministry of Defense. It had been stuck in traffic since it came out of the Mid-Levels Villa area. This is Bupen, not the damn South Beach. The hotter the day, the more people come here. It's really weird. Know what they are thinking.

Fortunately, it was not easy for everyone. When Lynch arrived at the Ministry of Defense, there were still people on the way, which also gave him time to sit down and have a good chat with Mr. Trueman.

"What on earth does it take for me, a civilian, to have a dojo?" As soon as the two sat down, they started smoking, all of which were black supremes.

Some people want these and have a hard time getting them, but Lynch can easily prepare some for them.

"The general was assassinated, Sanchez was injured, Isabella is missing..."

Three short sentences can make Lynch understand in an instant why the faces of those around him are not good-looking. Sanchez and Isabella are important pawns in their operation in Marillo.

Especially Isabella, according to the thinking of the Ministry of National Defense, she will gradually take over the military power in the hands of the general, and then she and Sanchez will become two independent but connected warlords.

In this way, their scale does not need to be too large, but they have the strength of a big warlord. Ordinary small forces will not touch them, and they can develop very well.

In about two or three years, two people will be able to occupy a certain position in the Marillo situation.

But no one expected that just the day before yesterday, a combat team raided the general's base camp. Someone let them in, and then they killed the general without any hindrance.

Isabella, who was supposed to play a role, disappeared, and Sanchez was also assassinated, but he was only injured and the assassination failed.

His reaction from living on the front line all year round allowed him to escape this assassination. Two bullets hit his chest one after another, and federal medical personnel had completed the rescue.

He survived, but needed training.

In just two days, all the important chess pieces laid by the Federation were destroyed. It is difficult not to make people wonder whether someone has leaked these confidential information.

So much so that this attack seemed to be aimed at the general and his family, and they wanted to completely wipe these people out.

Whether it's the Security Council, the Department of Defense, or the Military Intelligence Bureau... there's nothing to do here without the Department of Homeland Security. Their hands aren't that long yet.

These organizations have all taken action to consider the next issues.

The death of the general caused the collapse of his power, and now the situation of the war suddenly became more unclear.

The enemy they were fighting didn't seem to expect that the general would die, and now they have begun to annex the forces left behind by the general.

But other big warlords obviously don't want him to do that. They plan to intervene by force and then divide the legacy left by the general together.

In short, Marillo is now in complete chaos due to the sudden sudden death of the general. The large-scale melee that has subsided for many years is showing signs of breaking out again. A large number of refugees are flocking to the border between Marillo and the Federation, and the pressure on the border is very high.

No one knows where the situation over there will go, and that’s the scariest thing.

This emergency meeting was held to discuss some ways to solve this problem, or at least find some countermeasures.

After Lynch heard what Mr. Trueman said, he tilted his head and asked with some distrust, "You are not the one who arranged for someone to assassinate the general, right?"

"I always feel that only you can do such a thing..."

Kill the target and let the target's children inherit the inheritance. Isn't this the best trick of the Security Committee?

Mr. Trueman shook his head, "I don't know why you would have such an idea, but it is indeed not our fault. We never interfere in the internal affairs of other countries!"

"Then what's the point of asking me to attend the meeting?" Lynch asked a question he had always wanted to ask. He was a businessman and he didn't think he could change anything.

Mr. Trueman was silent for a while, "You are more important than you think!"