blackstone code

Chapter 1696 The real 1698 I make a bet with you
The difficult thing about the First Prince's adjutant not being dead is that if he died, it was just a hypothesis.

Then after the eldest prince returns to China, he can use this to show the public the federation's attitude towards this war and the Penteio Empire, thus arousing people's even crazier revenge!
The most intuitive benefit of mobilizing these emotions is that the soldiers will perform more fiercely on the battlefield!

They will fight with a sense of shame, to tear apart all enemies that stand in their way!

But if he didn't die, and the eldest prince returned with a cripple, he would not be able to achieve the purpose of turning "sorrow and anger" into strength.

Some people even doubt the ability of the First Prince because of this!
The Federals slapped your fucking face and you didn't do anything... just came back?
Doesn't this mean surrendering to the Federation in disguise?
For the Penteos, they can face death, just like those fearless warriors on the battlefield.

No matter how many bullets are flying towards you from the opposite side, whether the planes in the sky are ready to drop bombs on their heads, as long as the charge signal sounds, they will climb out of the trenches, behind the cover, and then shoot towards the enemy , while charging!
The eldest prince brought a cripple back, which would obviously hurt some people, and because of this, he was dissatisfied with the eldest prince!

As for the adjutant who has worked for him for many years, he does have credit, but he is no longer suitable for him.

The First Prince thought, maybe he could give some preferential treatment to his family and children.

And he himself... better not go back.

But the person who does this cannot be himself, at least he cannot be seen by others.

He needs to push this matter and pass on the death of his adjutant to the federal people, so that after returning, even if he has no credit, at least he is not at fault!

The eldest prince thought about it all night and had already made a decision. He would find a way to make his adjutant leave this world forever before leaving.

Just find someone to kill him in the hospital, pretend it was an accident, or don't pretend at all, anyway, what he needs is a corpse, not a process.

This time he came to the federation, and he gained a lot of insight.

He saw the rapid development of the Federation's technology and found some reasons.

Capital increases investment in scientific research, and the pursuit of wealth and fame by capitalists and scientists makes them cycle continuously between "realizing scientific research results" and "reinvesting in new research after realizing".

Coupled with the competitiveness of capital, this makes every large company have a complete R&D team and system behind it.

They continue to rely on scientific progress to make money, and then use the profits to support more advanced research and development. This cycle is invisible to Peng Jieao.

This is not to say that Peng Jieao's capital and capitalists don't do research and development. They actually do research and development, but the intensity of research and development is far less than that of the Federation.

The folks are not interested in scientific progress or research.

The core research capabilities are all concentrated in the Imperial Research Institute, which is the holy place that all scientific researchers yearn for!
And this has greatly allowed the research capabilities of scientists to be fully wasted on administrative wrangling.

In addition, he also saw the horror of capital.

From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, the Federation is like an ugly monster that is overflowing with black blood called capital from its blood vessels and pores!

No one respects power here, and people believe in the bullshit that everyone is equal!
What is even more frightening is that something like capital, which should be controlled by politics, is above political power!
They manipulate the general election, from the mayor to the president, whoever wins the election is decided by those capitalists!

It made him feel terrible!
There are also some voices in Penteio's country, and these voices think that capital should be given more space.

The social mechanism of the Federation has guided the future development direction of many countries, and these people in power believe that as long as they firmly hold the military power, even if the capitalists expand, they will not shake the foundation of the empire.

And the rapid development of all aspects of society brought about by the expansion of capital is also extremely beneficial to the entire Penteio Empire!
It is impossible for this ancient and huge empire to continue like this forever, it must radiate new vitality!
And this war is precisely the best opportunity, an opportunity to change the existing imperial system!

Once they take down Gefla, the wealth plundered from Gefla can greatly alleviate the current backlog of contradictions and conflicts among various classes in society.

The emperor of the empire will be able to pull out his hand and try to reform.

In fact, the fanaticism of the Penteio Empire is also a manifestation of the backlog of internal social conflicts.

The more fanatical they are, the more problems there are within the Penteio Empire!
Before, the eldest prince also believed that it was meaningful to give capital more space appropriately, but now, during his time in the federation, he realized that it is best not to do so.At least not until a new path is found!
will get out of hand!
He thought about the past, present, and future, and fell asleep in trouble and thinking.

The night was so deep that even the moon hid itself.

In the next few days, the eldest prince accelerated the content of the negotiations. The war had restarted, so it was time for him to go back.

Just as he, Mr. President, and other member states of the World Development Committee signed multiple agreements, there was a knock on the door of the ward where the adjutant was.

He froze for a while, then turned off the TV.

In the past few days, TV has become his most important "partner". Just watching TV can make him forget all the pain, and he doesn't have to think about the future.

TV is really a very magical thing, no, it should be said that the programs in it are very magical.

At first he just wanted to get rid of his depression, but after watching... he fell into it!

At this time, his gaze also retracted from the extinguished figure of the first prince, and he looked at the door of the ward, "Please come in..."

Knocking on the door should not be nurses and doctors, those people are not so disciplined.

After knocking on the door twice, they would push the door straight in. This must be a visitor.

Who is it?
Someone from the First Prince?
Or other colleagues?

He didn't know, and he was also very disturbed, because no one had come to see him until now, as if he had never existed in the mission!
The door opened, and the person outside the door was not anyone he knew, but they looked familiar.

After he looked at it for a while, his expression became less pretty, and he struggled to sit up, but the pain stopped him.

"Don't move, sir." Lynch walked in from the outside, "It's a shame to disturb you without communicating with you, but I believe this is a meaningful conversation."

He casually walked to the side of the hospital bed, and was just about to do it, but he saw the ivory prosthesis placed by the wall, and went over to take it again.

"Don't you like it?" Lynch held the ivory prosthesis, which was a bit heavy, but it felt good.

The material of the ivory has been processed, and it is also very "fresh". It is not like some old ivory that has not been well preserved. The whole bone is whitish, blistered, and can be peeled off layer by layer.

This prosthetic leg is well-made, very perfect, and feels very comfortable.

The adjutant didn't speak, but kept silent. He found that he was not as angry as he was at the beginning.

He even tried wearing it for a few days.

But because the wound has not fully healed, he eventually gave up.

Doctors told him he would have to wait until next year before he could wear the prosthesis.

Putting too much pressure on the wound before that can cause other problems.

Some chaotic thoughts flashed in his mind, he lowered his head and did not speak.

Lynch smiled and put the prosthetic leg on his cabinet, then crossed his leg and chatted with him.

"Do you know, when I came here, I found several suspicious people staring at this room and at you."

"But it seems that your Royal Highness has never been here, what do you think they are staring at you for?"

There was a slight emotional change in the adjutant's heart, and then he realized that it was Lynch who was sowing discord between him and His Royal Highness the First Prince.

He was a little disdainful and contemptuous, "I won't fall into your trap, don't think about what you can convince me!"

Lynch was still smiling, showing no embarrassment at all. He was always able to maintain a stable state of mind.

He nodded, "Yes, if before that, what you said might be true, but after that?"

"They saw me come here, chatted with you for half an hour, and then I left with a smile, do you think they will think that there is no agreement between me and you?"

What Lynch said made him slightly stunned, and then he reached for the phone, which was what he asked for.

He wants to call His Royal Highness, or someone else, and tell them that Lynch is here.

But Lynch's next words made his hand stop in mid-air.

"I came here half an hour ago."

If he didn't say this, the adjutant would think it was useful to make a call, because Lynch said it, and someone was watching outside, combined with the time they recorded Lynch's arrival, and then gathered the time of his call, and Lynch time to leave.

It is clear at a glance who is telling the truth and who is lying.

But... Lynch has been here for half an hour before entering here, and he can't even speak clearly.

Since nothing happened, why didn't he call when Lynch first came in?
And now, it's been half an hour, and it's useless to make any calls!

The adjutant's wound started to hurt again, and he even had a feeling of swelling in his legs!
He could feel his two intact legs again, he even moved his ankle, he could feel the movement of his ankle!
But he knew that all of this was false and an illusion.

He pursed his lips, his head was aching, and his cheeks were slightly lowered, which made his expression look a little fierce, "What exactly do you want?"

"Why didn't you just kill me in the car accident?"

Lynch still had the same expression, "I'll make a bet with you."

"Bet for no more than three days, someone will come to kill you, do you believe it?"

(End of this chapter)