blackstone code

Chapter 1763
Help me move something, a very common dialogue between colleagues.

If it was before, the driver would get out of the car immediately to help.

Because he is not indispensable to his work!
He is not those scientists, and a research and development project may not be able to turn around without those scientists.

He is not!
Without him, anyone else can still do his job.

So before he would get off without hesitation.

He hesitated a little today because it was clearly not his job, it used to be because he was afraid of losing it, but he wasn't afraid anymore.

But he got out of the car anyway, not for the sake of his colleagues, but for the sake of the money.

He needed help moving a small cardboard box into the presidential palace, and the cardboard box was a little heavy.

After entering the presidential palace, the colleague behind him suddenly asked him a question.

"What do you think of the secrecy measures on our side?"

A very abrupt question.

The driver paused, stunned for a moment, but quickly started walking again, "It's not bad, it's very rigorous, sometimes some tourists want to come in, but they are stopped."

He was still laughing as he talked, but he suddenly had the illusion that he wanted to shit, he had done it this morning, but now he felt it again.

It's not that he really wants to shit, it's that he's too nervous!

He has a habitual behavior since he was a child. When he is nervous, or afraid, afraid, or negative emotions emerge, he wants to shit.

This has something to do with his childhood experience.

His father had a history of alcoholism and would beat him and his mother when drunk.

His mother later ran away, leaving him alone.

He was still very young, he couldn't escape, and he was beaten badly every time.

Once his shit was beaten out, his father who drank too much seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and after cursing "shit", he let him go.

From then on, when his father came into his room with a stick, he would hold back a couple of times before saying he was going to shit.

Sometimes his father doesn't believe it, and he has to watch him pull it out to believe it. He will find a way to hold it back during the day, or squeeze it hard.

It wasn't until later, when his father had a drunken fall, that everything returned to normal - he couldn't drink anymore!
But his childhood experience also formed the habit of shitting when he was nervous.

He wants to shit right now, in a hurry.

He didn't know what his colleague meant by asking this, and whether he had discovered something.

But the driver thought he hadn't exposed anything, and it was unlikely to find out what he had done.

He bit the bullet and continued to move forward.

What his colleague said next made him feel that he might indeed be overthinking.

"I also think our management measures are good. Everyone has their own position, and every procedure has corresponding audit measures."

The driver greeted with a smile, "Yes, I have to sign more than a dozen every day!"

While talking, the two entered a room, an empty room, with a table in the middle of the room.

The Presidential Palace is huge, and it is impossible for the driver to know what each room does. He just finds it strange why there is such a room that looks like...

He felt that he was thinking too much.

His colleague asked him to put the box on the table, which he did, and after putting it down, he was about to leave, but his colleague laughed and told him to sit down.

"I can go back to the car, my coffee is still hanging there...", he found an ideal and wanted to leave.

But his colleague emphasized his request, "Sit down for a while, and we will leave together later."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then he touched the back of the chair and sat down, not firmly.

His colleague walked to the window, pushed the window open, lit a cigarette, turned to look at him, and raised his chin.

"Open the box."

The driver already had a premonition, he was silent for a while, "I don't understand..."

The colleague is still smiling, "Open it and you will understand."

The driver slowly opened the carton. He didn't know what was inside, but there must be something wrong.

Is it because of... his deal with those people?

Or because of something else?
He didn't know, he was nervous and his stomach hurt a little.

The cardboard box was easily disassembled, and inside was full of banknotes, all of which were old 20-yuan banknotes.

His legs became extremely weak all of a sudden, and he fell directly onto the chair!
"What are you afraid of?" The colleague asked, "This is all the money that was found from your home, and it's all your money. Why are you afraid?"

The driver was trembling all over!
The colleague chuckled a few times, "Actually, we should thank you. Before that, we have been thinking about how to send the information out."

"You know, the information leaked out too actively will definitely make them more vigilant, but if you don't send it out, it will be too late."

"Thanks to you, we solved a big problem for us!"

Colleagues laughed.

The part of the rainstorm plan related to military operations has been arranged, and the rest is how to get the Pengjieao people to cooperate.

The idea of ​​​​military intelligence is to find a way to leak the wrong rainstorm plan. Once the Penteo people find this out, they will tighten their defenses, which will make it easier to carry out carpet bombing.

At the same time, it can also eliminate the most of their active forces in the shortest time, laying a good foundation for the attempt to land.

But if it was leaked too deliberately, the Peng Jieao people would definitely not believe it.

Too obvious leaks are not acceptable, they can only find a way to get them.

At this time, the security committee's department in charge of cleaning up internal affairs discovered the abnormality of the driver.

Continuous counterintelligence operations during the war are normalized, and the presidential palace is the top priority, and everyone is included in the monitoring list.

This kind of monitoring will not be the kind of monitoring that makes people feel that they are being watched, and the federal judiciary does not support them.

But they do exist!
After discovering that something was wrong with the driver, the safety committee created some convenient conditions.

Now, all the news they need to send out has left the federation, and arresting them at this time will not only make people think that there is nothing wrong with the information, but will make the Pengjieao people attach great importance to it!

You see, it didn't take long for this side to get the information, and it was taken away in one go.

The driver is not fishing either. He will be sentenced to death to deter those who have ulterior motives and hide among the people who may betray the Federation at any time.

It is also a warning to people who are on the verge of danger, telling them how much they have to pay for doing these things!
But the driver didn't know this, he thought he wasn't discovered by anyone, but in fact, he was noticed in every transaction.

The colleague lowered his head and glanced at his watch, "According to the calculation, those good friends of yours should be under control now."

"I don't want to ask why you want to betray the Federation, it's clearly on the table!"

"I don't want to ask you if you don't regret it, I can see that you regret it."

"It's useless to regret, everyone must bear the consequences of their mistakes in the past."

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and then two security committee agents walked in.

The Security Committee is mainly responsible for domestic security affairs, and internal affairs belong to their work.

The driver had already lost the strength to fight, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

At the same time, the smile on his face gradually subsided, he walked in front of him, and squinted at him, "If I were you, I would stand up and leave here instead of being dragged out like a dead dog."

The driver seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly hugged his colleague's leg and cried bitterly, "Give me a chance!"

The colleague kicked his legs hard, but did not shake him off, "The opportunity has been given to you, but you don't cherish it!"

If he had reported to his superiors the first time he came into contact with those people, maybe he would not only be fine, but he would be able to make meritorious deeds because of it!

He will become a potential, rotten egg with cracks in the presidential palace, which will continuously attract those Penteo's flies to sting him!

It's a pity that he missed the last chance, all of this is his own choice!

The security committee's agent pulled out the iron rod and slammed it on his arm so hard that he had to let go due to the pain.

No one cares about how he feels now, no one cares what a mortal person thinks!

Compared to the driver's weakness, the people caught by Peng Jieao were very tough.

Everyone has a room of their own, as well as their own dedicated torturers.

In Room No. [-], the agent that Peng Jieo lurks in has been tied to a cross, covered in bruises, but in good spirits.

The medical technology of the Federation is very advanced, and these master torturers know how to create the greatest pain without harming their lives.

This may be the worst nightmare for the tortured person.

The torture has been going on for some time, and the No. [-] victim has never said anything.

These deep-diving spies have undergone anti-torture training, and they are highly resistant to enduring pain and mental torture.

The more indifferent and unmarked he was, the more excited the agents in charge of the torture became.

This is also a kind of confrontation, a confrontation between countries, and a confrontation between people!
He used many methods, and even stabbed a barbed wire through No. [-]'s chest.

When he pokes it in, he goes along the thorns, so there won't be too much pain, but when he starts to pull it out, the iron thorns will eat into the surrounding intestinal wall!

Even a movement of just a millimeter is a huge pain!
What's more troublesome is that this will not cause death, but only pain, endless pain!
After tossing for more than two hours, No. [-] person was also tossed enough, obviously weak, fever and short-term coma.

The person in charge of the execution also decided to rest for a while. Looking at this man made of steel, he still admired him very much.

But this does not prevent him from continuing to break down the opponent's psychological defense.

"do you know?"

Holding the glass, he took a sip of water, slightly panting.

"The information you sent out is false..."

(End of this chapter)