blackstone code

Chapter 1194 Unprecedented in History
While Mr. Wycliffe was arranging his next business, there was a knock at the door of the ward.

Both of them were slightly taken aback. If it was a doctor, they would basically knock on the door twice and come in. They didn't care about the patient's need for privacy.

Moreover, there is a layer of frosted glass on the door panel, and the people outside are not wearing white doctor uniforms.

When the correctional officer walked towards the door, the door had already been pushed open, and three employees who could tell at a glance that they belonged to the federal government came in.

The person walking in the front took out his ID, "The FBI..." After looking around the room, his eyes quickly fell on Mr. Wycliffe.

The butler stood between them and Mr. Wycliffe, "Sorry, Mr. Wycliffe is unwell, and it is not suitable to see you now..."

The FBI agent smiled, "I suspect that there is something wrong with your entry procedures. If you don't cooperate with the investigation, according to regulations, you will be deported before 24 o'clock tonight..."

There is a high probability that they will be transported to the international port, and then left there waiting for the first passenger ship to leave the Federation after dawn.

Just one word, it is impossible to refuse.

Mr. Wycliffe coughed twice, attracting people's attention, he looked at the butler, "It's okay, I believe they won't take up too much of my time...", he looked at the three people, "I'm right ?"

The lead detective smiled and walked in.

Looking around, even in Mr. Wycliffe's presence, he picked up the medical report on his bedside table and turned it over.

The butler was about to say something, but was stopped by Mr. Wycliffe.

He knew that these people could only stand here for questioning without a search warrant, and they were not qualified to look at anything in this room. This was the justice of the federal people's judicial process.

If you miss a little bit, you won't miss anything, but now Mr. Wycliffe doesn't know the purpose of these people. On other people's territory, appropriate concessions after showing toughness can give both sides room for relaxation.

"It seems that your health is really bad..." The detective smiled and threw the report back on the bedside table.

He turned to Mr Wycliffe. "Not long ago a group of men attacked one of our stations, with the horrific result of four deaths and 15 wounded."

"These people thought they could escape, but in the end they were arrested and they are still alive!", the detective gave a very sensitive key word.

Being captured alive meant that they could speak. Mr. Wycliffe frowned. He put his hands on his chest, and the feeling of heart palpitations broke out again. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.

After three or four seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head again.

He looked at his butler, "I need some water."

After two seconds, the housekeeper glanced at the people in the room, turned around and walked towards the door of the ward, "As you wish, sir."

Watching the butler leave, the detective continued, "There is a leader among them. He gave us a very interesting name when he confessed. Your name, Mr. Wycliffe."

Mr. Wycliffe shook his head. He leaned back on the hospital bed, and when he raised his head, he gave a... very sharp feeling.

It's hard to describe, it's like an old wolf staring at you.

You can feel how tough he used to be, but now, in front of people is just an old man with a serious heart disease.

"There is not only one person named Wycliffe in the world, and he has no direct evidence to accuse me. I was framed." The old man's counterattack was not so strong.

It doesn't jump up like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, showing a look of "let the old hair provoke you to see how good you are".

Plain, but powerful.

The agent smiled and looked around again, and finally returned his eyes to Mr. Wycliffe, "So I just came to see today. If we have direct evidence, the ones who came now are soldiers."

He changed the subject, "If you have read Mr. President's speech, you should understand that the dignity of the Federation cannot be challenged. Whether you are the planner of a terrorist attack or not, we must let you understand our determination."

"Whether you are a person, an organization, or a country, as long as you cross the red line, there will inevitably be a bullet from the Federation and shoot you in the head!"

Wycliffe looked at him first. "Is this a threat?"

"This is a kind reminder and a warning!"

The agent paused for a while, "We will ask you to cooperate with our investigation at any time, please don't leave this city for now, and when we need to find you, you must be found by our people."

"Okay, that's all I need to say, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Mr. Wycliffe, I wish you good night!"

The three left the room quickly, and happened to meet the butler who brought the water back.

The housekeeper took the initiative to step aside. He glanced back at the backs of the three of them and returned to the room.

"Sir, do we need to leave?"

Mr. Wycliffe shook his head. He took a sip of water from his water glass, "If you leave now, you will be in trouble. Besides, my body is not strong enough to support me leaving here in a short time."

"They won't do anything to me, someone will speak up for me."

At this time, with a debt of hundreds of millions, he became the last person in the eyes of others.

Anyone can have an accident, but he can't!
The three people at the door came to the parking lot, and when they got into the car, the leader casually threw the FBI ID he had just shown into the toolbox of the co-pilot of the car.

In addition to this document, there are various other documents, as well as a gun.

The car started quickly and merged into the traffic flow.

The person sitting in the co-pilot suddenly asked, "I don't quite understand why we have to remind him."

The drivers were not hiding. They all belonged to the safety committee, and there were actually many factions in the safety committee.

Like the original faction, these people are people who have been passed down from generation to generation after the establishment of the initial security committee. They do not favor a certain political position and maintain absolute neutrality.

Although it is not the most powerful in the security committee, it is the strongest.

Then there are people in the ruling party, the Conservative Party and the Progressive Party. They all have their own members in the Security Committee.

Just like the current Mr. President, he sent some people to important positions in the Security Committee on behalf of the Progressive Party.

After Mr. President leaves office, many offices in the Security Council are occupied by Mr. President, that is, people from the ruling faction.

Can't the new president sort out the entire security committee when he takes office?

Then, except for some important positions that will be replaced, other people who were placed by the previous predecessor will be marginalized.

They'll be the ones doing the dirty work and waiting for the next candidate of their own political affiliation to come to power and then regain some opportunities.

The three people in the car belong to the Progressive Party camp, which can also be said to be the ruling party. After all, Mr. President belongs to the Progressive Party.

"It's not the time yet. He can't play his best value yet. This may be another deal and has nothing to do with us."

"As long as we do what we need to do, the rest should be kept as little as possible..."

This job was arranged by an operations director who had a very good relationship with Mr. Truman, and he suspected that there was actually more insider information.

But as an executor, he doesn't need to know so much.

Actually... he guessed right.

From Mr. Wycliffe's entry to Scarface's confession, he has been locked in.

When it comes to what to do with this person, Mr. Truman's advice is to put it aside.

He doesn't have much value yet, he is just an international speculator, and there may be a shadow of a violent group behind him, but he only has such a little value.

Destroying him now will not have much meaning and effect, so while reminding the other party to bring him psychological pressure, leaving him as a time bomb that can be activated at any time is very in line with Mr. Truman's opinion .

When the Federation needs to do something and it is not easy to open the situation, there is nothing more effective than discovering and arresting the planners of terrorist attacks and interrogating extremely important inside information.

Whoever is said to be a bad person is a bad person, and anyone who is not a bad person is also a bad person!

Soon these people were dispatched, and then the news was sent to Mr. Truman, who just glanced at it and burned the note.

This line can be regarded as temporarily pressed down.

He likes this feeling more and more, and it even seems to have inspired his collection addiction!
Put every useful and valuable thing neatly in the place he thinks fit.

When he needs something, he can calmly choose a suitable one from these things and throw it out, and then solve all the problems!

A few days later, Mr. Wycliffe came to a pessimistic result after consulting with experts.

He may die at any time now, his heart is "aging" at a very fast rate, and he is losing vitality, and he can only live if he maintains high medical maintenance costs.

Nobody wants to die, and neither does Mr Wycliffe, who doesn't want to die either.

Actively collecting money can only allow him to live longer in a relatively safe environment. The doctor's advice to him is to use drugs to maintain his current situation.

When it is difficult for the medicine to work again, it is time to have surgery.

And the doctor also told him that if he had to wait until surgery was necessary, he must find a suitable heart and be ready for a transplant at any time.

That is to put other people's hearts into his chest!

At that time, he asked the doctor what the success rate of such an operation was, but the doctor told him that the success rate was about 20.00% in monkeys, mice and pigs, and there was no precedent for humans...for the time being.

Mr. Wycliffe may be the No.1 heart transplant patient in the world!

But this is definitely not good news!

(End of this chapter)