Blackstone Code

The big shot doesn't want to end up personally.

There is no doubt about this. What did those people who captured Henghui do?

The local investigation bureau, tax bureau, police station, and security committee were dispatched together. They arrested all of Henghui's senior officials without giving them any chance, and then threw them into a secret prison.

Then the progress of some cases was announced to the public, and finally, those people all admitted their faults in front of the judge.

It is worth noting that the trial is not open to the public. In other words, no one knows whether those standing in the dock of the court that day were senior executives of Henghui Group, or whether this was just a "performance."

It was almost the same time when Ristoian fell. The local investigation bureau, tax bureau, and police station were dispatched together, not giving them any chance at all.

But look at now, only the state tax bureau is running this case. The police chief doesn't know who is behind this matter, but this matter will definitely not have the result they want.

If an agent of a state tax bureau, or simply a state tax bureau, could pull down a large company, everyone in the federation would have been equal long ago.

"Whose phone number?"

Fern sat on the sofa and chatted with a young and beautiful girl, making people blush. A few years ago, they were still shivering under the shadow of the masthead, but now they have put on formal attire and entered high-end places to enjoy all kinds of happiness.

All because they followed the right person.

The more people have suffered, the more they understand the value of sweetness, and the less willing they are to go back to the hard days.

This is different from those children who are born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They are born in a honey pot and have never tasted suffering. So much so that they sometimes naively think that suffering is the true meaning of life and yearn for suffering.

Of course, they do have the capital to be willful, but not every regret after being willful will come true.

The Brothers Grimm have never thought of setting up their own business or anything. They are not the same material. Their friendship with the big shots in the city is based on the bond of "Mr. Lynch".

Without Lynch, no one would meet them. At the same time, their money, status, and everything else came from Lynch. They had no basis for ambition at all.

A life without burdens is a happy one.

Noel, with a cigarette in his mouth, wrapped a bunch of high-profile money in a rubber band and threw it on the table. It was almost the end of the month and it was time for everyone to share the money.

The eyes of everyone else in the room were spinning on the piles of bills on the table. No one knew which one was theirs, but they all wanted to get the most.

"It's the police chief..." He raised his hand and took off the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, squinting slightly and tilting his head to blow out the smoke, not wanting to be infected by the smoke. "He said someone is investigating us. I need to talk to Mr. Lynch."

He pointed to the door, and the others in the room stood up and left, whether they wanted to or not, they were obliged to obey, for this was the prerogative of the Brothers Grimm.

They dare to kill people and arrange for others to kill people. Whether it is the children in the past, the children in the future, or the adults, they all have a fear of the two and a half-year-old teenagers.

There are many people who are cruel these days, but very few of them dare to attack. After all, the Federation is a country governed by the rule of law - this is no joke!

Noel and Fern were the only ones left in the room, and even Fern's female companion was kicked out by him.

Noel straightened his clothes, then took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

Others said he was cruel and looked at him with fear in their eyes, but when he had to face Lin Qi, he was also afraid in his heart.

He didn't know why, but he was just afraid. No matter whether Lynch was angry or smiling, he would make the two brothers afraid. Maybe they smelled a more tragic smell from Lynch.

After the phone rang a few times, it was answered, and Lynch's gentle voice came from inside, "I'm Lynch..."

Noel was sitting on a chair. Hearing his voice, he became inexplicably nervous. He stood up, held his forehead and walked to the window. He whispered, "Mr. Lynch, I am Noel. I was the Sabine City Police Officer just now." The bureau chief called me and said someone was investigating us."

"Investigating you, what do you have to investigate?" Lynch felt a little surprised at first, but he quickly realized, "Is he from the state tax bureau?"

"I'm not sure." Noel told the truth, not daring to lie.

Lynch's voice didn't actually change much, but Noel felt that the last half of his sentence had some anger. Could this be an innate intuition?

Lynch laughed a few times and ran to his territory to investigate him openly. This was no longer a humiliation, but a matter of survival.

If anyone can investigate him without incident and try to get some explosive news from him, Sabine City will be in chaos in the future.

If he doesn't deal with it, others will think that he is afraid, that he is not as tough as they thought, and that he will not dare to say anything even if he is violated.

Look at what the federal capitalists usually do. Even if ordinary people get a penny more from them, they will spend tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or hundreds of thousands to sue the ordinary people and bankrupt them.

When it comes to the federal government, they will attack crazily, incite public opinion, directly bribe senior officials to fire those people, and even support their political opponents without any limit.

After half a minute of silence, Lynch made a decision, "I heard that there have been traffic accidents in Sabine City recently. Fortunately, no one died. You should be careful when traveling in the future."

Noel nodded vigorously, "I know what to do, Mr. Lynch, and the police chief sends you his regards."

"I see……"

After hanging up the phone, Noel looked at Fern. As soon as their eyes touched, they knew each other's thoughts. They were brothers.

Fern strode towards the door, took his coat from the hanger, put it on his body, and left the office.

At the same time, the green-skinned face who came out of the police station was irritable on the street.

The lack of cooperation from local law enforcement agencies made him very uncomfortable. He underestimated Lynch's status in the eyes of the local government and overestimated the reputation of the state tax bureau here.

He has asked the assistant director of the state tax bureau to contact the FBI to issue a co-investigation notice, and a reward for the wanted header is being offered across the state.

There is not much hope in finding the masthead. Maybe the bastard has fled to other states, or even been dealt with by Lynch, as Michael guessed.

This is just an attempt, and the real solution lies with the newsboys.

He looked at the file in his hand and picked out a child, a girl.

This girl has biological parents, and two older brothers above her. They were all sent to different places by the couple to do child labor. With such a stable family background and being a girl, it should be easy to pry open the door.

He quickly made a decision and got into the car. The car started slowly. He skillfully observed the surrounding situation through the rearview mirror. Just as he was crossing the second intersection, a car that ran a red light suddenly hit him. On his car.

For a moment, the huge impact made his mind go blank, and he was knocked from the cab into the passenger seat.

Fortunately, the other party braked in time, otherwise it is difficult to imagine what a tragic ending it would have been.

Just when he checked his body to make sure he was not bleeding, someone suddenly approached the passenger window and whispered to him, "We will brake this time, but not next time."

"This is not your territory. It's best where you come from and where you go back. You are not welcome here..."

When he suddenly turned around to look at the person who spoke, the guy had already turned his back to him and left quickly.

The green-skinned face struggled to catch up, but the moment the car door opened, he fell to the ground. The violent impact caused his balance to temporarily lose control. He struggled twice but could not get up, and finally had to give up.

It didn't take long for police cars and ambulances to appear together. He grabbed a policeman's hand, pointed at the driver in another car who had a bloody head and said, "He did it on purpose, he did it on purpose!"

"This is murder!"

He was really frightened. At that moment, he had a feeling that he was about to die. That feeling could not be described accurately. It may be the instinct of a creature when facing death. It can feel that it is about to die. life comes to an end.

He never thought that he would die in such a rural place. He was still young and had a bright future. How could he die here?

But when the messenger appeared, his fear increased.

Natural accidents may not happen every day, but murder may happen every day.

At this time, he grabbed the policeman's hand, pointed at the driver who was probably in the same group as those people, and kept yelling.

The police then dragged the driver out of the cab and threw him on a stretcher. The policeman shook his head and said to the green-skinned face, "He didn't want to kill you, he was just drunk..."

In the Commonwealth, there are no relevant laws regarding driving after drinking, because during this period, drinking was practiced in all walks of life and at all levels of society.

Especially those in the middle and upper classes of society, they are either drinking or on the way to drink - driving in their cars to drink.

If relevant laws are introduced, these people will have to spend an extra penny to hire a full-time driver. This is an additional expense. The purpose of their power is not to cause trouble for themselves.

There may be one in the future, but there is no such law yet.

He watched in disbelief as the police allowed the "murderer" to leave. What was even more outrageous was that the police found him and said, "Your accent sounds like you are not from here. Please show me your driver's license..."

At this time, Qing-skinned face really felt a coldness that penetrated into his bones. He vaguely knew that all of this had something to do with his investigation of Lin Qi.