Blackstone Code

"You have gained my friendship, Mr. Director." Lynch reminded before getting out of the car.

The Federal Tax Service is indeed a very useful knife, but unfortunately the knife does not have its own thoughts. As long as the knife is taken away from others, not to mention using it for oneself, at least it will no longer pose a threat to oneself.

As for the saying "Knife grows in the hand", the person who proposed this concept must not have considered the problem of people who use the toilet with their palms turning into knives.

Standing outside the car, the moonlight and neon lights made Lynch's face visible. He smiled and said goodbye to the assistant director sitting in the cab.

"Thank you very much for understanding what I said. In addition, I suggest that some things can be postponed..."

"Sorry to interrupt your dinner. Goodbye, Mr. Director!"

At this time, a car without a license plate drove quickly and stopped on the side of the road. Lynch turned around and stepped into the car, and then the car disappeared into the night.

The assistant director looked at the sticky drinks on his body and the fried chicken soaked with drinks. He slapped the steering wheel hard. The harsh sound from the car horn covered up the swear words in his mouth. He then put the food on the plate. Everything was thrown out the car window.

I don’t know if he was scolding the food or Lynch...

Everything is under control.

At the same time, a middle-aged man named Dyson, who was less than sixty years old, was exercising on a woman in her thirties or forties. He was covered in sweat.

The woman lying on the bed had no expression, her eyes were empty, and she had no charm, as if... she had lost her soul.

Dyson was lucky. In the past two years, he met an interesting person who got him to register a company and gave him a 1% share every month, but he could not manage the company.

He had heard of this kind of thing before. He was still a tramp at that time. There were many talented people in the tramp group, and he knew what it meant.

It doesn't matter to him even if he goes to jail, his life has always been hard anyway, and being able to enjoy it for one more day is a gift.

Since then, he has been able to receive various dividends ranging from thousands to tens of thousands every month. Sometimes he also wonders if he can get more from the company if he fights for it. After all, it is in his name. named company.

But this kind of thing can only be thought about. He is no match for those people and he knows himself.

After he got rich, his life became much better. For example, he rented a big house near a park where homeless people gathered. Now that real estate has entered a cold winter, he can rent a big house without spending much money on it. very good.

Secondly, he also started a small family. At the beginning of last year, two female homeless people, one old and one young, came to the park. The older one looked to be in his late thirties or forties, and the younger one was less than 20 years old. Years old, it is a mother-daughter relationship.

The older woman is relatively normal, but the younger girl seems to have a brain problem, which is said to be caused by a fever. She is unable to work and can only receive less than 40 yuan in disability subsidies from the Sabine City Government every month.

The woman's husband has abandoned them long ago, and the woman herself has lost her job, and all her property has been taken away by the bank, so she has to go out and wander.

She had tried to sell her dignity to support her daughter before, but those people thought that they would not let her daughter go either.

After knowing this, Dyson "adopted" the two women, providing them with a place to live, hot water, stable food, and sometimes pocket money.

What they have to do is clean up the home, while the older women provide Dyson with some warmth that they can.

Maybe he was a little tired from exercising, so Dyson sat next to the woman. He picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips.

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It happened that at this time, the idiot's daughter came in, looked at the two people on the bed with a silly smile, and just stood by the door and watched.

The woman quickly picked up the thin quilt to cover her body, scolded her a few times, and then the girl left.

Dyson swallowed as he watched the girl's big butt trembling as she left. He glanced at the woman and asked, "How have you considered what I told you last time?"

The woman's dull eyes were suddenly filled with vigilant light, "I haven't thought about it yet, and this kind of thing... I find it hard to accept!"

"It's better to take advantage of me than to take advantage of others!" He said bluntly, "Listen, it's hard for her to marry a normal person like this. She can only marry a homeless man in a square or park, or even become everyone's 'toy'. "

"It's better to leave it to me if you treat others roughly. At least I will be gentle, and..."

He took another sip of wine and said, "I don't have a wife or children. After I die, I will leave everything to you. This can at least ensure that you can have a stable living environment."

"You can think about it slowly, but my patience has its limits."

He said, put on his clothes, carried a wine bottle and left the room, leaving the woman with a face full of pain sitting there.

His purpose in adopting this mother and daughter was to take care of both children, and he was impatient after waiting for so long.

As soon as Dyson arrived in the park, the homeless people began to greet him, and he was considered a prominent figure here.

Although everyone doesn't know how he got rich, they have not forgotten the old brothers here. They often bring some wine to share with everyone, and they are deeply loved by people.

Money is part of the reason why homeless people are homeless, and part of the reason is alcohol.

He wandered around outside, watching the sky getting dark. After saying goodbye to his old friends, he walked towards the house where he lived. Apart from the wine, only the young and hot body remained in his mind.

When he thought of some kind of taboo that didn't actually exist but existed vaguely, his body felt hot and his mouth went dry.

No wait, tonight, even if he used some excessive means, he spent a lot of money on the mother and daughter. The money was enough for him to maintain a stripper in the striptease bar!

He squeezed the bottle of wine in his hand and took another sip.

His face showed a kind of redness, which was a bit dark. I don't know if it was because of the color of the sky or because he didn't wash his face often.

At the last intersection, less than twenty meters away from where he lived, he suddenly felt pain in his waist. He took two steps to realize the pain.

He reached out and touched it and looked down. It was moist, hot and red. He looked back at his clothes again. He couldn't see anything in the night, but he felt a terrible pain on the skin on his lower back. It feels like being scalded by boiling water.

He turned around in horror and saw a young man, a young man who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

He wore a camel-colored cap with beige plaid stripes and a brown-gray vest. In his hand, he held a sharp knife.

He stabbed Dyson a few more times, and the blood spread faster. The severe imbalance made it difficult for him to even walk in a straight line. He covered the wound and ran forward a few steps before falling heavily on the ground. on the ground.

The young man walked up to him, rummaged through his pockets, found some money, put it into his own pocket, and then slowly walked forward with the dagger.

About five minutes later, police found him on the side of the road.

He did not resist or struggle. When he saw the police arriving, he even dropped the knife in his hand and knelt on the ground with his hands raised.

He remained silent as the police pinned him to the ground, handcuffed him, and put him in a car.

There is no doubt that this is another robbery and murder.

Today, when the socio-economic recession is severe and there are more and more unemployed people, the incidence of various security cases will be much higher than normal. This is because many people have lost the cost of survival and they have to take risks.

Compared to others being hurt, at least they themselves can survive. This is selfish and criminal, but it is also the instinct of the species to desire to live.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Mr. Lin, absolutely not.

The early morning mist only appears for a short time and then completely dissipates. Some scientists believe that this is not a fog formed by condensation of water molecules in the conventional sense, but a fog formed by dust.

The federal environmental problems have indeed been serious in recent years, and they have been even more so in the past six months.

Cement plants everywhere are working overtime. It is clear that the economy is not very good, but construction does not seem to be completely stopping.

This also gives the Environment Agency and some non-governmental environmental sanitation organizations a place to show their value. They either make surprise inspections here or make trouble there all day long.

Early in the morning, some environmental sanitation organization personnel wearing green and brown logos appeared on the streets and marched holding signs. It seemed that they had found a new target.

Joining various organizations is also a way to make ends meet in such difficult times, especially joining various organizations here in Bupen. Some of the benefits are better than working.

At this moment, they suddenly started shouting loudly at the luxury convoy on the roadside, waving their signs vigorously, and some even ran towards the convoy emotionally, trying to intercept the convoy.

Unfortunately, the speed of the convoy did not slow down. Some people were about to be hit and had to step aside while swearing.

"These people are getting more and more annoying..."

In the car, Mr. Trueman made a comment.

After Lynch finished handling the affairs of York State, he came to Bupain. There were some finishing work there, which was of little value and could be completed without him. His real battlefield was in Bupain.

If we don't deal with the people behind this, even if we deal with the York State Department of Revenue, it won't be long before the York State Bureau of Investigation jumps out.

If you don't deal with the troublemakers, the troubles will keep coming.

Mr. Trueman personally picked up Lynch. He was still on "vacation", so he had more time to deal with some personal matters.

"It's all because of money." Lynch commented pertinently.

The birth of environmental protection organizations did not originate from human beings' guilt for nature and their awakening to themselves. Human beings are not that sacred. Its birth was actually born out of the struggle between capital and capital.

It's just that some fools really believe it. They never think about where the money for this kind of non-profit organization to hold various activities every year comes from. They have been brainwashed by "justice".

The convoy did not stop in the city, but went directly to the villa area in the middle of the mountain. Finally, the two of them entered Lynch's large villa together.

Sitting in the spacious study room, Lynch sat next to Mr. Trueman with two glasses of wine and asked a question, "Do you want to show those people a little color?"