blackstone code

Chapter 1142 Artificial landscaping
Just as Mrs. Klein was looking outside, a somewhat familiar person, who seemed to have met somewhere, also entered the cafe.

She took a few more glances and saw that she was a very delicately dressed woman. Her sophistication was not exactly the same as Mrs. Klein's sophistication.

If Mrs. Klein embodies the refinement of a rich man, then the other party is a politician's refinement!
She glanced at it a few more times, and then looked away. It was familiar, but she didn't recognize it.

There are many high-ranking officials in Bupain, and you might meet a few of them casually walking on the street, especially near the presidential palace, where all kinds of officials can be seen everywhere just like ordinary people.

So what officials you see here is nothing new to the locals, only those outsiders will marvel at them.

She got up to leave, and just as she was seated, a lady familiar to Mrs. Klein called the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee for seven yuan and 99 cents, and ordered a pastry combination, which was a full ten yuan.

With tip, 20 yuan.

The pastry combination is the kind of four pastries of different colors, just four small pieces, all of which can be stuffed into the mouth and may not be able to fill the mouth.

But it is expensive.Still very sweet!

It is said that this kind of pastry comes from a small country. The production process is very complicated. Dozens are often made, and only a few succeed in the end. In short, it is expensive, no matter how cheap its raw materials are.

The combination of strong, burnt coffee and sweet pastry, which is decorated with a mint leaf on the side of the plate, is very popular in the Commonwealth.

If Mrs. Klein had watched the previous bowling game, she must know that this lady is the one who won No.2.

Chris, a very common name.

She simply touched up some makeup, and after waiting for a while, another lady walked in.

She wore a tunic emerald green dress that had lots of little sparkle, but it didn't make the dress look out of place.

She wears a matching sun hat, sunglasses and a small satchel on her wrist.

She handed the hat to the clerk, then sat across from Chris, and took off her sunglasses at the same time.

It's Ms. Trish.

"You're playing with fire!" She lowered her voice, "I warned you last time, don't think about taking shortcuts all day long!"

Chris used to be a little afraid of Ms. Tracy. There are many reasons. First of all, Ms. Tracy's father is an old politician himself and has a wide range of relationships.

Secondly, her uncle is the Patriarch of a region, and has great influence locally and even in the Federation.

And she herself is a pioneer in the feminist movement. This family is not a simple role. If they work together, even if Chris's husband is a judge in the state court, it will be difficult to deal with it.

But now, she is not afraid anymore, because she just slept with the president, and the president even took the initiative to invite her to play bowling together next time.

At this time, Ms. Tracy, who made her a little afraid before, suddenly became ordinary, maybe this is the gap.

When she stood on a higher place, the mountain that she thought was insurmountable before, now looked like a bulging lump on the ground under her feet!

She's not even a mountain, just a bag.

"That's my private life, Tracy, you don't care about my private life, understand?" There was not much anger in her tone, and there was not even much fluctuation in her heart.

As a "successful person", she has a big enough heart at this moment.

Ms. Tracy was very angry with her, "I regard you as a friend, you said you really want... I also arranged for you, and now you treat me like this?"

The two sat in the corner of the cafe. At this time, there was no one and no one would pay attention to them.

Chrissy looked innocent, "Did I speak ill of you?"

"Or seduce your husband who you don't even know where?"

"No, I didn't do anything, I just did what I felt I should do."

"You can't control this, you know?"

Ms. Tracy's nose was going to be crooked, she wanted to change the method, "You have to think about your family, if these things spread..."

"My husband is very supportive of me." In one sentence, Ms. Tracy was blocked.

Ms. Tracy swears that she has never seen such a shameless woman in her life, and her husband!
At this time, she also understood that persuasion had no practical meaning.

After a moment of silence, she sighed, "I've said everything I need to say, in the future... try to keep in touch as little as possible."

After speaking, she got up and left.

Meddling in the private life of the president is a very dangerous thing, very, very dangerous.

Perhaps in the eyes of Chris and her husband, this is a shortcut to a higher social class, but sometimes the focus of the shortcut is not the upper class, but hell!

This kind of thing has not only happened once or twice in the federation, it has happened many times.

It can be said that Ms. Tracy was born in a political family, and the strong political atmosphere made her very aware of the consequences of doing so!

Mr. President was promoted to power by various capitalists and big consortiums. They have invested too much in Mr. President. They will not allow anyone to affect Mr. President’s tenure!
No matter who it is.

If someone creates this kind of danger, there is only one end for the person who created this kind of danger, and that is to completely and completely disappear from this world.

Everything accompanying him/her/it has completely disappeared!

There will be no exceptions.

But some people want to die, and they cannot be stopped.

Ms. Tracy left disappointed, she decided not to care about these things anymore.

Chris's hand holding the coffee cup trembled a little, her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

She, her husband, was also having a series of problems.

Her own company is on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, and her husband, a state court judge, is gradually losing his power and status due to some reasons.

The Ministry of Justice intends to replace him and give him a very expensive job with little power.

This kind of work...in fact, has no real value or meaning, no power, no money, and no future in life.

Perhaps only by taking a shortcut can the family be saved.

She put down the teacup and 20 yuan, and then got up to say goodbye. She didn't touch the delicate and cute pastries at all, and just left.

Everything returned to calm, the waiter came to clear the table, it was a young guy with some freckles on his face, he looked around, put four pastries into his pocket, and then brought an empty plate and coffee Cup, and returned to the counter with 20 yuan.

He wants to take these expensive pastries back and give his family a taste.

On the newspaper shelf beside the counter he passed by, the crazy side of the exchange was impressively printed, and people were waving their fists excitedly. The core of the whole picture was only the silver billboard and its upward curve!

In the north, after the bombing ended, the warlords seemed to have lost their courage, and they began to take the initiative to avoid it, which also allowed Blackstone's team to move north safely without any hindrance.

In the first week of May, there was less than half a month left before the scheduled location, and they arrived at the scheduled location earlier than their scheduled plan.

The people who were still tense had relaxed their vigilance a little at this time. Ryan held his gun all day thinking about the big bombing that night.

He has been thinking about a question during this time, what role can personal power play in a war?
After witnessing the terrible bombing with his own eyes, his original dream of becoming a hero gradually dimmed.

Because he found out, he didn't have the chance to do it!
How can he escape the bombs if there are a lot of planes bombing his head?

He couldn't do it, which meant that he, like the enemies who died in the bombing, would eventually become a number in the cold number.

The bombing extinguished his passion to become a hero, and he became a little dazed.

Several days of garrison and patrol also relieved the tension of the previous period. Just this afternoon, several transport vehicles came from behind.

They did not stay in the camp, and went directly to the predetermined location.

Looking at those vehicles, Ryan felt a little strange. He saw a troop carrier full of Nagalilians. What did they bring those savages here?
Release in nature?

Thinking of this, he laughed himself first. The prejudice against the Nagalilians has always existed, and it may be a good attitude to call them savages.

There is even an extreme thought in the mainstream society of the Federation, which treats human beings in extremely backward civilizations like the Nagalils as human beings!
Yes, they think Nagalilians and the like just look like humans, but they are not humans, they are some kind of animals, so they don't need to be treated like humans.

There is no need for humanitarianism, morality and ethics.

Ryan was less extreme, but he didn't like the Nagalilians either.

In previous reports, these people killed many foreign businessmen, including federal people.

The fast-moving personnel carrier brought people to the edge of a mountain forest, and then these people got out of the vehicle and started working at the request of the supervisor.

They carried some aluminum foil products into the forest, then looked for some rocks, spread these aluminum foil products on the rocks, and compacted them with the tools they carried.

Looking at it this way, those stones seem to have turned... silvery white!
At the foot of the mountain, some workers were throwing silver ore around. In addition to the supervisors, there were also Blackstone security staff with guns.

If someone wants to do something that violates the contract, they will unceremoniously shoot and stop it in time.

The entire mountain forest was quiet, only some wild animals looked at these humans curiously from a distance, and used their small brains to think about what these people were doing.

(End of this chapter)