blackstone code

Chapter 1689 Pressure
Lynch did not hide anyone when he went to the manor outside the city. The security committee and some security agencies who were in charge of supervising the case all ran to Mr. Truman, hoping that he could talk to Lynch.

They knew that Lynch must have caught someone. The Brothers Grimm ran all day yesterday, and even found time to go to the next city.

They must have caught a big one!

This is what they envy the Brothers Grimm the most. They don't need to pay attention to procedural justice, legal evidence collection, search warrants and the like.

They only need to kick open the door, press those people on the table and beat them up, and they can get what they think of!

No one will punish them for this!

This is ridiculous!

The police wouldn't do that, the FBI wouldn't do that, and neither would the Security Council and other security agencies!

However, when law enforcement agencies handle these cases, they always give people a feeling of being trapped.

The process is just, legal evidence collection, as a law enforcement agency sometimes knows that someone has a problem, but there is nothing they can do about it!

Some people say that this is to restrain the accidental injury caused by violent agencies to ordinary civilians.

But in fact, everyone knows that this is just the result of capital using public opinion to protect its own interests.

They couldn't get this prime suspect themselves, so they wanted to get him from Lynch.

And the only person who can talk to Lynch and make him think carefully is only Mr. President.

Regarding the demands of these people, Mr. Truman only used "I will consider" to perfunctory the past, and he did not want Lynch to hand them over.

He was very clear, and he believed that Lynch was also very clear, that there was a hint of Peng Jieao's mission behind this incident.

It is impossible for Lynch to make the decision to attack the Peng Jieao mission at such a critical moment. This is a diplomatic turmoil. He is not and cannot be so willful. Mr. Truman firmly believes in this!
But he also had to vent the anger in his heart, to spit out that bad breath!

So handing over one or two suspects to him is the best way!

He can vent his dissatisfaction without affecting the overall situation. As for the truth, sometimes it is not that important to them, to this society, or to the whole world!
Mr. Truman's acquiescence also made many people aware of the fate of that unlucky guy. In this way, the official agency is still rushing for motives, clues, and evidence.

Lynch, on the other hand, had already arrived in the basement.

There's nothing spooky about the brightly lit basement.

The tiled floor and walls, and even the ceiling are covered with white tiles. The whole room looks very bright, tidy, and a little weird.

Because no one will lay the tiles that high, even in the bathroom, people will lay it close to the top at most, or simply spread it to the waist.

Its only function is waterproof,
But in this basement room, it's all tile.

In addition to the tiles covering the walls, there are also some tables and chairs, a tool table, and a sink.

These things are also tiles, and the surface is very smooth, and has a thick layer of enamel.

In the corner of the house, the middle-aged man saw a floor drain that drained water.

He had a bad feeling in his heart that this room was completely an interrogation room.

Blood splattered on the tiles is easy to clean, a gentle rinse with warm, chemical-laden water leaves nothing behind.

Moreover, the use of various tiles in such a large area can also ensure that blood stains will not seep into certain gaps and be eventually discovered by people.

He believed that this place was a slaughterhouse.

He tensed up at the thought, which caused the pain in the wound.

It was actually not so painful anymore, but at this moment, because of fear and tension, something was magnified, so that the muscles near his wound began to spasm again.

Very small spasm, only the muscles under the skin can be seen slightly shaking, not continuous, there are intervals, but it will not end after a few strokes.

With the sound of footsteps outside the room, the middle-aged man became more nervous.

He couldn't help taking a deep breath, trying to force himself to relax, but this was not so easy to do.

Everyone will try to avoid thinking about death in normal times, or they will think that they are the one with courage when facing death.

But really, when people face death, when the stench of death hits their faces, it makes people sick, and they even want to spit it out.

People's eyes are filled with tears!
Nobody wants to die.

Who wants to die if they can live?

Although everyone dies eventually!

The door opened, and the middle-aged man looked at the person who came in. He and Lynch were once less than one meter away.

But then there was a nuisance among them, and now there is none.

The middle-aged man was sitting on a chair. The chairs were made of tiles, or maybe they were made of concrete inside, with a layer of tiles on the outside, and then they were stamped with a substance that he didn't know what to make them look complete.

"We meet again." Lynch smiled and sat across from him. "The last time we met was too hasty. I haven't had time to ask for your name, sir?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, "Pete..."

A lousy name.

It's not that the name is bad, but it is used in many places around the world, and its popularity and catchyness are its advantages.

But it's too overwhelming, and it also makes people feel...a bit bad.

Lynch smiled, "Mr. Pete, would you like a cigarette?"

Pete nodded, and then he got the cigarette Lynch gave him, and Lynch lit it for him.

He took a deep breath, and he could see the ignited rolling paper on the cigarette butt quickly spread inward, and the cigarette butt became extraordinarily bright.

After taking a puff of smoke and inhaling the lung lobes, the whole person became comfortable!
Lynch looked at the other party, and saw that the muscles in his eye sockets relaxed, and the corners of his eyebrows drooped slightly, which was not obvious, but he could see it.

He knew that this Mr. Pete had eased his emotions.

"Mr. Pete, there is a doubt that I have been unable to understand. I wonder if you can answer it for me?"

Pete also showed that indifferent attitude. When he came here, he realized that he might not be able to leave alive.

Although he didn't want to die, he had this realization.

He nodded, "If I could say it, and I knew it, I would."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Pete."

"I've been thinking about it for a long time at home. I really don't know why you guys came to attack me, and it seems that they want to kidnap me?"

"I think the Federation has many more suitable candidates than me, and I may be the least suitable one here."

"Maybe there's something in it I don't know about?"

Pete couldn't help showing some hidden deep smiles on his face when he heard this question, he actually knew.

The Penteo Empire has been contacting them, hoping that they can get some research materials from the Flight Research Institute.

But this kind of thing is obviously not something they can do.

Leaving aside how to cross the restricted military zone where there are guards all the time, just trying to sneak into the research institute is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

A stranger showed up at the institute?
I'm afraid the guards at the gate will recognize a spy among them at once!
If you can't get in, if you want to join the research institute, you can't do it.

The Flight Research Institute does not recruit researchers from outside, they adopt an internal selection system.

When they need to conduct research and development in an unfamiliar field, they will sit together and discuss who has the best technology in this area, and then the chief engineer will dig people.

This has also led to the fact that this research institute is not something that ordinary people can get into!
At least you have to be number one in the Federation or even in the world in a certain scientific field before you can be recruited by them.

It's just possible.

In case your research direction overlaps with what they have already researched, or you are not in their research direction, then sorry.

They don't need you.

That's why the eldest prince targeted Lynch, who often appeared in front of the public, and if he was brought back, he would be able to obtain considerable technical parameters.

Someone said that Lynch is also one of the scientists of the Flight Research Institute, and he also provided a lot of important scientific theoretical knowledge!
But these, Mr. Pete will not say, he realizes that Lynch has not discovered his "importance", which means that someone may be arranged to kidnap him in the future!
If he knew this in advance, he would be prepared, which would affect the cause of the empire!

He was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Maybe we have no money, but you happen to be very rich."

Lynch pursed his lips and shook his head after listening, with a look of disappointment, "It seems that Mr. Pete is not willing to cooperate."

He paused as he spoke, "The name Pete is also a pseudonym, right?"

"I haven't heard of a similar name on Penteo's side. It doesn't sound like the name there."

The Penteo Empire has a long history and history of conquest, which also makes it a lot of "heroes" in their history.

From mythical heroes, to heroes who fought for the empire, so most men will be named after some of these heroes.

Taking into account their respect for ancestors and heroes, they will not take all the names, but intercept a part of them, using their own incompleteness and the completeness of the sages!

None of the heroes have "Pete" in their names, so obviously, it's not a real name.

Lynch suddenly mentioned Penteo, which shocked Mr. Pete.

He tried not to expose his heart, lowered his head and smoked to avoid Lynch's gaze.

At this moment, he believed the "legends" outside.

Many people said that when sitting in front of Lynch, there will be a lot of pressure.

He thought it was impossible before!

He had seen the emperor of the empire, and he didn't feel too much pressure from a long distance. How could Lynch make people feel pressure?

Until this moment, he believed it!
(End of this chapter)