Blackstone Code

Blackstone Code Text Volume 0652 If you have hope, you will be weak. Life is so... strange.

Former Director Johnson would never have imagined that he would suddenly have a new child, a little boy, when he was about to retire.

He originally thought that he would not have much feelings for the little boy. After all, he was so old and could no longer be a good father. He had also seen too many complicated and cold sides of society. He would not keep up with the little boy. Too much "family affection".

But when he saw the baby holding his finger and looking at him, his heart was touched.

He is not a strong person, not a rude person. On the contrary, he sometimes behaves a little...well, maybe he is weak. The guys in the bureau used to comment on him like this behind his back. Is he not strong enough, that is, weak?

He also had a very delicate side, and his inner emotions were ignited by a new life at that moment.

A fire that had been missing from his life for decades was rekindled, and he went back and told his wife, with whom he was now separated.

His wife and his other children still live in Sabine City. They have lived there for many years. They live, work, have relatives and friends, and all the necessary contacts with society are there. In addition to these things, they have no Follow here.

The only people living here in the capital are Johnson, Michael's wife and that little life.

In the early morning, the sun pierced the thick atmosphere and sprinkled the golden morning light on the ground. Director Johnson slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he did after opening his eyes was to go to the nursery to see his child.

Seeing him sleeping particularly sweetly, Johnson had an uncontrollable smile on his face. He gently touched the child's little face with his rough fingers.

He didn't know how to describe that feeling. At first, he couldn't feel any touch at all. He was too old. Both his flesh and blood and nerves had aged. He was so old that he could hardly feel what his fingers touched. .

But now, with the help of some strange power, he could feel that the soft little face, like the clouds in the sky, was slightly concave under the touch of his fingers.

"You are such an angel!" He retracted his hand, fearing that he would hurt this little guy, and the love in his eyes overflowed unabashedly.

His awakening also woke up the woman sleeping next to him. She stood at the door and looked at Johnson and the child in the crib. Her feelings were a little complicated and subtle, but overall, at least she and her eldest son You can live like you used to.

You can't ask a young woman who has given birth, who has never had any social experience or any skills, to find a job, and that's at a time like this.

Apart from getting a superficial job and exchanging dignity for money to support themselves and their children, it is difficult for them to do anything else.

Fortunately, Johnson is there.

Little Michael is now transferred to a private school in the capital. Johnson is now a consultant researcher at the state tax bureau. With his connections, a good private school in the capital gave little Michael a full scholarship, exempting him from all studies. cost.

A new environment will help young Michael reshape his personality, his psychiatrist says.

Speaking of the psychiatrist, she had to thank Johnson, her current male companion. The combination of power and wealth is like an omnipotent pass in this world. Under the guidance of the new psychiatrist, little Michael gradually became cheerful again. Get up, except sometimes he would sit in front of her dressing mirror in a daze.

Maybe it was Johnson's fingertips that gave the baby some feeling to wake up from his sleep, or maybe it was the light reflected from the clean and clear sky outside the window that disturbed him and he started crying.

The woman immediately walked over and untied the belt of her nightgown without any hesitation, revealing her breakfast. She carefully picked up the child, gave him food, and comforted him.

Looking at the mother and son and feeling the pulse of a "family" that gave birth to a new life, Johnson also had a smile on his face.

It would be better if there was no doorbell.

"I'm going to see who is there..." He gently closed the door to the nursery before leaving, quickly came to the entrance, and opened the door.

This is a mid-range community, inhabited by the middle class and public officials working in the government. The community has strong defenses and good facilities. He is not worried that anyone will cause trouble for him. Those thugs are constantly Can't get in through the door.

Just the moment the door was opened, his expression froze slightly, and then slowly disappeared.

"It seems that I am not very popular." The smile on Lynch's face was like the bright sunshine, not so dazzling, but golden. "Mr. Johnson, you seem a little dissatisfied with my arrival?"

"dissatisfied?"

"No, it's nothing. We are good friends, remember what you said!" Johnson took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and blocked the middle of the door frame.

His behavior meant that he wasn't welcoming Lynch in. "Let's... take a walk?", he suggested.

Lynch glanced towards the house and looked back. There was a woman and a baby inside, and he knew this.

Having money can solve many things in the Federation, including finding out some secrets that others don't know.

He had no intention of forcing Johnson. After nodding, the two of them strolled along the road in the community.

"Good morning, gentlemen..."

A woman walking toward her stopped her eyes on Lynch's face for a moment, then said hello, and the two men responded in turn.

A half-year-old boy delivering newspapers on a bicycle has a happy smile on his face. An old man mowing the lawn on the roadside is holding on to the lawn mower and scolding the puppy who thinks the lawn mower is a monster and wants to fight. Not far away A middle-aged homeowner was chatting with his neighbor while watering the flowers that were about to bloom in the yard.

Everything is bathed in the sun, and this seems to be the most beautiful place in the world. There are no worries or sorrows. Everyone is polite, generous and decent...

Lynch withdrew his attention from the surrounding environment. He looked at the end of the street in the distance and walked forward aimlessly. "Yesterday, Old Fox was arrested by the state tax bureau. Did you know?"

Johnson was lifted up in the air and was about to fall down. In just such a moment, he was one step behind Lynch. He followed closely and denied, "I rarely go to the tax bureau. I don't have any specific work to do." Yes, we usually only go there when someone calls and needs us to go."

"Other than that, I almost only go there when I'm getting paid, so I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

It is not a big secret that Mr. Fox Sr. is Lynch's partner. Almost everyone in Sabine City knows about the relationship between him and Lynch.

As soon as he heard that Old Fox had been arrested by the state tax bureau, Johnson's mind immediately thought of the previous case.

After all, there was such a big fuss at the time, and even the Federal Tax Administration and the Cabinet had people to speak out about it, and it happened within his jurisdiction at the time, so it is impossible for him to forget it!

However, due to the pressure of public opinion at that time, they finally chose to give up and make peace. However, it is a fact that Lynch embarrassed the tax bureau. It is a real thing that happened. Some people may forget it, but some people will remember it. live.

Now someone wants to settle a score with them, and Mr. Johnson, the current consulting researcher, even thinks this is normal.

As one of the most specialized branches of the Federation, it is vengeful.

There were some strange fluctuations in his heart. Before Lynch could speak, Johnson took the initiative and said, "I really want to help you, but look at me now. I have nothing, not even the right to speak."

"So I'm sorry, but I can't help you with this."

He picked himself out early, not wanting to get involved in the whirlpool.

Now for Johnson, watching his youngest son grow up little by little and feeling a new growth is his happiest thing.

Moreover, he will soon be able to receive a monthly pension of 750 yuan, which is enough for his family to continue living here. He does not want to regret it because of certain problems.

With a smile on his face, Lynch tilted his head and glanced at the old man who was half a head shorter than him. "No, you can help me. You only need to do two things for me."

Johnson frowned and reiterated, "Listen, I..."

Lynch stopped and looked at him. The smile on his face gradually faded, giving people a serious and scary feeling, "Director Johnson, I respect you very much, but I also hope that you can respect me. Don’t interrupt me before I finish speaking, okay?”

He looked directly into Johnson's eyes, which made Johnson, who was about to refuse again, feel another kind of pressure. He was silent for a few seconds, looked away, and nodded, "Sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you. "

Lynch's smile returned to his face and he continued to walk forward, with Johnson following closely behind him.

"I want you to do two things for me."

"The first thing is, help me find out who is behind these things and who is in charge of the work here... Well, this may become two things, but I believe that as long as you find out any one The answer, and another answer will appear naturally.”

"The second thing is, help me pass a message to old Fox, tell him that I will always remember the friendship between me and him, and at the same time wish our friendship long live."

Lynch said, spreading his hands, "Look, two very simple things, will you reject me?"

Even though Lynch was not looking at Johnson, the latter still felt an uncomfortable feeling, as if a gaze was locked on him.

In a daze, he felt like a rabbit on the hillside. Even though the surroundings were peaceful and beautiful, he always had a feeling of panic.

For rabbits, danger comes from the sky.

For him, danger comes from all around him.

After almost seventeen, eighty, ninety and twenty seconds, Johnson said in a solemn voice, "I'll try..."