blackstone code

Chapter 1684 My Turn
Early the next morning after Lynch was attacked, Mr. President woke up from his sleep.

He had a nightmare.

He dreamed that Lynch's temperament changed drastically because of the attack, and he began to intervene more and more actively in the operation of the federal government.

He even contributed to the outbreak of World War III for this attack!

Sometimes the dream is so absurd, it doesn't make sense, and at the same time it doesn't feel abrupt.

It's like a person suddenly mastered the flying skills in a dream, and kept jumping between buildings, and finally fell from outer space...

There is no logic at all, but people don't feel that it violates various conventions. In the dream, people will ignore some things that affect the continuation of the dream!
In the dream, Mr. Truman dreamed that his mind was wide open, and he also picked up a mirror at that time.

Through the refraction of the mirror, his gaze penetrated the hole in his head and saw Lynch.

All of a sudden, he was startled awake!
It's not a good dream, and it doesn't have to be absurd.

Because such absurd things as the assassination of the president not only happened, but also succeeded in the short history of the Federation, and it happened more than once!
He had a hard time falling asleep after waking up, even though his body told him he needed to rest.

Eyes stinging, head buzzing.

He sat on the bed for a while, looked at the time, it was a little past six o'clock, and it was time to get up.

He rolled over lightly and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and then in the study, he called his assistant to ask about the news he didn't hear last night.

"...it may sound like a bit of bullshit, but trust me, it's all real."

The equally dazed assistant still looked a little tired. He tried to hide his tiredness, but was not very successful.

He began to tell Mr. Truman what had happened last night.

"They recovered two vehicles and found two bodies."

"However, the situation may not be as we imagined."

"According to the information sent back by the safety committee, the driver of a refrigerated truck was a highway killer. He killed the original driver and his companions."

"Now they are verifying the identities of these two people, and we are not finding anything of value other than that."

"So on the whole, there is a high probability that we did not get any clues related to this case."

"The response team said that it is very likely that the bodies are still in Bupain, which also increases the possibility of the Pentiao people committing crimes."

Mr. Truman listened with a frown, a few smiles when he heard of the two bodies, and then nothing.

What they are looking for now is not a road killer, but an attacker, an assassin!
It also troubled him.

Once Lynch starts to do it himself, he can't guarantee that Lynch can find the answer rationally, and it's hard to persuade him.

After all, those people targeted him and took action.

It's just that they miscalculated Lynch's security situation, which was very dangerous given the situation Lynch encountered at the time.

Even if he does something a little out of line, the whole society will tolerate him.

This is also what Mr. Truman is most worried about. He is worried that Lynch will taste part of the power given in the name of revenge and become addicted to it.

Seeing Mr. President's sad face, the assistant didn't know how to explain it.

For a whole day, there were no clues, but now the "left-behind faction" began to gain the upper hand.

These experts believe the attackers were in the city, including the bodies.

The extremely large organization started a large-scale investigation in the city. They went around all the places where the corpses could be disposed of in a very short period of time, but unfortunately they never got anything.

Mr. Truman asked Lynch several times what he was doing and got the same answer.

He has been resting at home, reading the newspaper, answering the phone, or conversely reassuring others not to worry too much about his condition.

He didn't behave like a person who had just been attacked, and Mr. Truman also found a psychologist and asked him to give Lynch a new psychological evaluation.

The conclusion is still the same -

Lynch is fucking healthier than a therapist, psychologically!
The next day was still a day of no harvest.

On the morning of the third day, Lynch had been watching TV after breakfast, and the case was being discussed on TV during this time, and Blackstone TV even produced a temporary program "If I Were a Detective".

The show featured some of BuPayne's well-known private investigators, as well as some who were active in the event.

In the program, they will make guesses and inferences about the follow-up situation of this case based on the clues they have so far.

It has to be said that even during the war, the federal people's determination to pursue entertainment is still unrelenting!

The ratings directly crushed all other programs at the same time. Of course, this also has something to do with the program group saying that whoever guesses the closest to the truth will be able to get a bonus of 10 yuan.

Including those who wrote the letter, if there are many people whose inferences are close to the truth, then they will divide the 10 yuan equally!
Lynch also wrote his own opinion, he directly wrote the name of the eldest prince Peng Jieao...

When the second hand that people didn't care about turned around again and pointed to zero again, the phone in the room rang suddenly.

Lynch looked at it and waited for it to ring a few times before picking it up.

"Don't mess around!"

Before Lynch could say something first, such as "This is Lynch" or "I am", Mr. Truman's voice came from the receiver.

"This is a warning and a request, don't mess around!"

"None of us want to see a chaotic Bupaen, you should know what I mean!"

Lynch pouted, "Why am I messing around?"

Neither of them continued speaking and remained silent.

After a while, Mr. Truman realized that he could not persuade him, and gave up the idea.

Up to now, he has not promised himself "I won't mess around", and only answered himself with an uncertain sentence like "Why did I mess around", which indicates that Lynch this time is different from before.

In the past, no matter whether Lynch encountered good things or bad things, he would be very rational. He knew how to choose the most sensible choice that was good for him among two or more choices.

But this time, he made a less rational choice.

Mr. Truman thought for a while, and added, "Let me know if you have any news, so that's it..."

The busy tone on the phone made Lynch sneer at the receiver, and he shook his head slightly.

He is very clear about what the agencies of the federal government have done in the past two days.

In fact, these people did nothing wrong, but first of all, there are too few incidents, and many clues take time to grasp.

Secondly, their perspective is too high. Those who may have clues are often criminals, and those people have already gone into hiding.

So until now there is no news, can't blame them, can only say that everything happened is nothing.

Lynch hung up the phone again, turned around, looked at the crowds of people in the room, and asked with a smile, "What are you waiting for?"

"Gentlemen?"

Everyone in the room started to turn around and leave, the flare gun has been fired, it's time for them to act!

In the past two days, there was actually a rivalry between the Brothers Grimm and the management of Blackstone Security.

Lynch could see the signs, but he didn't point it out, nor did he intervene in the management.

Orderly competition is very valuable whether it is in business or elsewhere.

It motivates people more to get things done more subjectively than if someone pushes them on the back of their ass.

The Brothers Grimm left in the car first, and in the car, Fern asked Noel, "Where are we going first?"

Noel took out a bullet from his pocket and stuffed it into Fern's hand, "Find out where these guns come from first!"

The weapons used by the attackers in the attack were all weapons produced in the federal government. The police and the security committee did not get much information from the shell casings and warheads at the scene.

None of those guns had been registered, so they should all be black guns.

In the Federation, the black gun industry is huge, but it is not without rules.

The simplest reason is, if the military industrial group does not sell these weapons to the arms dealers in the underground market, where do they get black guns to sell?

If they could manufacture their own weapons, they wouldn't be black gun dealers long ago!

Most of the black guns are "exported to domestic sales". These weapons, which could not be sold in the country, will complete almost all projects according to the export process.

But the last step, shipping them out of the country, will change somewhat.

The containers shipped out are no longer the munitions that should have gone abroad, and these munitions will be intercepted privately.

Since they are exported goods, they will not be kept on file from the beginning, at most a gun number will be issued.

But this gun number will be completely erased later, and it will become a so-called black gun.

There is no ballistic file, no gun number, logically speaking, they should be overseas!

No one can trace where they are and who they were sold to!

Apart from……

One of my own in a sense!
Stanley is such an arms dealer. He has been making export orders in name, exporting weapons to some chaotic and backward areas.

But in fact, most of the weapons will be kept in the country by him.

On Bu Paine's side, he is considered a relatively large team.

It is said that at least [-] weapons of various types enter the society through his channels every year!

He was called "Dad Gunpowder" by people in the underground world in Bupain, and no one in the underground world could have a nickname like an ordinary person!

Lynch knew about it the first time he was attacked, and then hid.

He even dared to bet that the weapons used by those people must be black guns.

As the largest black gun dealer in the Bupain area, the federal government will definitely not let him go, so he hid early in the morning...

(End of this chapter)