blackstone code

Chapter 1697 No choice

To believe, or not to believe, is not a question.

But when Lynch turned it into a problem, the First Prince's adjutant wavered.

What people are most afraid of is thinking too much.

In fact, being a fool is the happiest form of human beings.

Because fools don't think about what to do if they lose their jobs one day, or what to do if they get sick, they don't think so much.

They just smile at others, and people think it's a silly smile, but they don't know it's a happy smile.

Until the second before they died, they had nothing to fear. For them, fear never existed from the very beginning!

But smart people think more.

The First Prince's adjutant has already started to think too much, what he thinks is "Will the First Prince think too much"!
He wouldn't think that the eldest prince believed that he had a deal with Lynch from the very beginning, but he couldn't bear to think about it, what if he thought too much and thought he should get rid of himself?
After all, he knows a lot of important things and has some core information. Only a dead person is the best keeper of secrets.

He also helped the First Prince do some similar things. During the growth of the First Prince, there were always a few people who could influence his future development.

Someone has to do this.

It's just that before he was the one responsible for ending trouble, now he could be a trouble!
The less he spoke, the less Lynch hurried him to make a decision.

Because Lynch is also a smart person, he knows how scary it would be if a normal person or a smart person thinks too much!
He waited slowly, and about seven or eight minutes later, the adjutant's forehead had some sweat, and the pain from the wound became clearer and sharper.

Enduring the pain, he looked at Lynch, wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again.

After another two or three minutes of stalemate, he sighed, "Is all this done just for today?"

He couldn't help but look at the ivory prosthesis on the bedside table. At this moment, he was already...he couldn't say it, the anger and hatred in his heart suddenly became cheap.

He even wanted to laugh a little bit.

"That was your plan from the beginning?"

"Keep me here instead of a targeted attack?"

At this time, the only thought of the adjutant was that he had suffered so many crimes, not for Lin Qi's revenge on the eldest prince, but for himself to be persuaded by him!

Yes, if he still had good legs at this time, and he had never met Lynch, it is impossible for him to be persuaded by a stranger to betray His Highness the First Prince.

He can't do that!
He, his family, are all proud of his work, and the person he is least likely to betray is the First Prince.

But things are a little different now.

He was doomed not to be the person he dreamed of in the future, he couldn't walk in front of people like a clown with prosthetic limbs and crutches.

In a fanatical country that respects the strong, people don't respect a waste like him!
He is destined to lose his glory, and now he has lost his trust. Perhaps only in this way can he have the basis to talk to Lynch about these issues.

Lynch shrugged, "Who knows?"

"If you hadn't planned to try and attack me, nothing that has happened to this day would have happened."

"It's not my decision, it's yours!"

The adjutant chuckled twice, and he pondered for a while, "Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe I will reject you, and then lie quietly on the bed and wait for death?"

There is a very special pride in his eyes, yes, he is not completely without choice, he still has a choice that ordinary people can't see.

That is choosing to die.

Lynch also nodded honestly, "I've thought about it, so I made arrangements accordingly."

"Once you die, the media will focus on the conflict between you and the First Prince, and report to the whole world the fact that the First Prince assassinated you in the hospital."

"You will not become a warrior who died in the Federation for the country in the mouth of the people of Penteo!"

"On the contrary, the First Prince will become a clown because of you. You know, no one can guess what a clown is thinking. They are always perverted in their hearts."

Lynch's honesty suddenly made the adjutant not know what to say, and he also realized that he really didn't seem to have a choice.

He didn't know how Lynch could be sure that his death would definitely become a stain on the First Prince, but once such a thing happened, the First Prince's political life would come to an end.

The people will not like an emperor who plays tricks, let alone an emperor who abandons his people at every turn!
The selection of Peng Jieao's successive emperors may be a bit cruel, but no emperor has such bad qualities.

They may be rude, violent, or murderous, but all their evils are external, not internal!

As soon as the report comes out, the eldest prince's dream of being an emperor will be completely shattered.

He has waited for more than ten years for this moment, and will continue to wait.

He will be driven mad by the shattering of his dreams.

You don't know what the maniac with the knife in his hand will do next, but there are sure to be only a few outcomes.

Either insert the knife into your own body, or insert it into someone else's body.

The adjutant was silent again, he didn't dare to bet, if he lost, he would not be the one who died, but everyone in his family.

But if he betrays His Royal Highness, the family members will also die.

Seeming to see his torment, Lynch offers a solution.

"If we work together, I can make sure you die a hero, you will be a hero and have a hero's funeral."

"I will find a way to get your family out and let them reunite with you here."

"You will have a lot of money, you will have the power to embrace freedom, you will be able to live in the sun, enjoy the freedom you have never enjoyed before, equality."

He leaned forward and patted the adjutant's arm, "Time is running out. When I leave this door, we won't meet again."

"When you die, when your family members die, I will present a bouquet of flowers for you and them. Everyone who dies for their ideals and missions, and those who are sacrificed, are worthy of respect!"

He stood up while speaking, walked to the window sill, opened the window, lit a cigarette, "You still have 5 minutes..."

Human beings are always afraid of death, and no one can escape this, whether he is a tramp struggling to survive lying in sewage, or a world ruler sitting high on the clouds.

Everyone has the same desire and appeal, that is to live longer!
People... no, it is biological instinct to resist death, but they must fall into the arms of death, but if there is a chance to delay, they will be willing to pay everything for it!
5 minutes is not a long time, it passed quickly, and the adjutant finally lost to the desire to survive.

And the appeal to keep the honor.

When Lynch left, among those who were in charge of following him, someone called the eldest prince, and they said that Lynch had been in the hospital for about 10 minutes.

Not only that, but he also appeared in the adjutant's ward—people saw him push open the adjutant's window, smoke, and seem to be chatting with the people in the ward.

After the first prince heard the news, he was angry at first, but it quickly calmed down, and he didn't even make any more arrangements.

The night before the First Prince left the Federation, a mute who accidentally cut his arm was sent to the emergency room.

The wound was not very serious, the doctor took care of it briefly and didn't pay any more attention to him.

Of course, the man with the broken arm was ordered to stay in the hospital for observation in order to knock some money out of Medicare, and to wring out more payment potential from the patient.

The reason is to observe whether the wound will be infected. It is the beginning of summer, and it is the season when wounds are prone to infection.

The man also agreed. Since he didn't have time to inform his family, he couldn't register his social security number today.

But he paid cash, and if he has cash, he can still be hospitalized. As long as it is money, who cares who pockets it?

At one o'clock in the evening, the man lying on the hospital bed turned over and got up. He changed into a suit of clothes in the bathroom, and transformed himself into a doctor.

He quickly found the intensive care unit upstairs and the room where the adjutant was located according to the floor plan he remembered during the day.

This case does not involve any intentional injury or other circumstances, and the party concerned has not applied for judicial protection, so no one will guard the gate for him.

The man entered the room and walked to the side of the hospital bed. The adjutant turned sideways, with his back to the man, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

The man took out a syringe, injected the medicine inside into the water bottle, and left quietly.

During the whole process, there was almost no sound.

When the door was closed for about 1 minute, the door opened again!
The man stared at the adjutant lying on the hospital bed through the crack of the door for a while before leaving again.

The request given to him by the First Prince was to kill the adjutant as quietly as possible, so that the adjutant looked as if he died in a car accident instead of being murdered.

In this way, after he returns, he will be able to link the adjutant's death with the arrogant federal people!
Consider this an insult to him, to the royal family, and to the will of the entire Penteo Empire by the Commonwealth!

The medicine injected by the man is a special toxin extracted from the poisonous glands of animals. Its only function is to cause short-term heart paralysis.

And it's hard to detect!
Everything is so perfect!
The man returned to his room, took off the doctor's attire, changed back into his own hospital gown, and lay down on the bed.

At the same time, the adjutant looked at everything that happened with a complicated expression, and he had no way out.

In the middle of the night, there were chaotic footsteps upstairs, and the assassin turned over and fell into a deep sleep at night, and left the hospital directly the next day.

Later, the eldest prince also got the news that his adjutant had died.

When he heard the news, he was somewhat painful. After all, he was able to work for himself and involved in confidential matters. There was actually enough trust between the two of them.

But... some things always happen, don't they?

(End of this chapter)