blackstone code

Chapter 2286

The federal presidential palace has become a mess!
The important city fell, and the stock price plummeted again by [-]%, and it was almost catching up with the diving game during the Great Depression.

Mr. President found Lynch over early in the morning. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't.

He knew very well that he didn't have many days to do as president.

As long as he lost his status as president, Lynch would only have a few words to deal with him.

As for Lynch, no matter how he changes, he will still be a well-known entrepreneur and big capitalist in the Federation!
It will be like this in 20 years, it will be like this in 30 years, and it will still be like this in 50 years!
He could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart and lower his voice as much as possible, but he still couldn't hide the anger in his voice.

"Mr. Lynch, you messed up what we said before!"

Lynch, too, was a little embarrassed, sitting in the chair across from the president's desk instead of on the couch.

This is a way for Mr. President to express his displeasure.

The index fingers of his hands were pressed against each other, and they were naturally placed on his thighs. As he spoke, his hands were slightly separated, and he made a helpless physical expression, "I don't want to do this either, Mr. President."

"We all thought that their purpose was to plunder the wealth of the city, but who would have thought that they would actually occupy the city hall and demand to negotiate with us?"

"If you could have reminded me earlier, maybe the current situation would not be so bad!"

This is not Lynch's evasion of responsibility, but to tell Mr. President through such an expression that this matter is not entirely his responsibility.

After all, the two of them agreed to prevent the thugs from destroying and plundering the city as much as possible. In a sense, Lynch actually did a good job.

Masses of thugs who tried to plunder the wealth were dead in line, and they did prevent the destruction and looting.

And the city hall was not in their plan from the beginning.

The dispatcher used to be just... just in case.

Unfortunately, the one-ten-thousandth possibility actually came true!

Mr. President pursed his lips and looked at Lynch angrily, frowning and rolling his eyes, "We have to take it back from those inferior people!"

Lynch raised his eyebrows. A small number of groups in the Federation insisted on eradicating inferior genes would divide people into several levels, superior, inferior, and inferior.

Inferior people are not considered human beings in their eyes!
Mr. President is actually a member of this small group. If voters know this side of him, he will not even have a chance to become a presidential candidate!

But this has nothing to do with Lynch, he is just a little curious, maybe let Mr. President defeat Mr. Truman to become the President of the Federation.

The current society will look different again, for example... a strict hierarchy?

Some scenes from science fiction novels about "Good Home" appeared in his mind, with the strict class system and harsh laws, everything became angular.

These thoughts just flashed in Lynch's mind, and he immediately nodded in favor of Mr. President's idea, "Yes, we must do that."

"Otherwise the whole world will watch our joke!"

Lynch talked about Mr. President's heart, and at the same time he added in his heart-"It's my joke!"

He was silent for a while, "Can we... have a way to take back the city hall?"

He said and explained his thoughts, "If we take back the city hall, and then rescue the mayor and the like, we will have a very relaxed environment."

"That's enough for us to deal with whatever comes next!"

He stared at Lynch, trying to find something on Lynch's face.

But apart from the smile, he didn't find much.

"Of course we can do it!"

Lynch's first words perked up the president, "What are you going to do?"

Lynch shook his head slightly and pressed his hands on the armrests of the chair. "It's not what I plan to do, but what you and the federal government plan to do."

"If you want the mayor to be rescued alive, we need to focus more on finding ways to deal with the enemies in the city hall without hurting the mayor."

"It could take a day or two and there's a big risk that the mayor could get hurt."

"You know, for this group of thugs, he is the best hostage, bar none!"

After all, he is the mayor, the symbol of the highest power in a city.

No one can surpass him in political value, at least not in that place.

Mr. President also realized that it would not be easy to clean up the city hall while rescuing the mayor. It is said that the city hall has been turned into a fortress by the mob.

There are at least hundreds of people entrenched in the city hall, and a storm is definitely not a good idea.

There is a good chance that something will happen to the mayor, and the city hall will be screwed!
He thought for a while, then looked at Lynch, "Then what are the other options?"

Lynch showed a weird "sad" expression on his face, and he also drew a gesture with a religious ceremony, "Mr. Mayor died for the Federation, we killed all the rioters, and refused to compromise with the perpetrators! "

Mr. President's eyelids twitched. He was not sure whether this sacrifice was a subjective sacrifice or was sacrificed.

He wasn't sure if he interpreted Lynch's words correctly, but he knew that what Lynch wanted to say and what he interpreted should be the same thing.

"I... need to think about it."

Mr. President did not immediately give a choice, but hesitated.

After all, this decision is not easy to make.

Lynch didn't stop because of this, but continued.

"If we attack City Hall and figure out how to keep the mayor safe, it's going to be a long time before we can be sure if something else happens."

"But if we're just going to annihilate the thugs, an hour is enough."

Lynch raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "You can receive good news from Nagalil before lunch!"

Mr. President was also very hesitant. In fact, the reason he came to Lynch was that he did not want to compromise.

If there is a compromise with the thugs, for example, they promise to release these thugs unconditionally, or say that they will not be arrested or convicted.

Then the federal government and him will be the biggest joke in the world!

But if you don't compromise or negotiate, you will definitely have to make other choices, but these choices are not so easy to make!

Lynch looked at Mr. President's embarrassed look, and said softly, "The whole world is waiting for your decision, Mr. President."

Mr. President suddenly came to his senses, yes, the whole world is watching how the federal government handles it.

Sometimes every decision in a high position may not be what you want or make by yourself.

He himself thinks that it is a good idea to negotiate to solve the problem, but the current federation does not allow anyone who provoked it to be alive after the provocation is over!

Lions sometimes kill other creatures not to eat, but just to tell other animals, don't fuck me!

The wall clock on the wall is ticking, and time is flowing bit by bit where people can't perceive it, and away from us.

Mr. President was sweating profusely, and it was always difficult for him to make a decision. Perhaps this was the biggest difference between him and Mr. Trueman.

Faced with this kind of problem, Mr. Truman will make a decisive decision, whether it is good or bad, as long as it is beneficial to the Federation, he will do it!

But the current Mr. President is not cruel enough, a little superfluously kind.

In politics, these descriptions are not praiseworthy words!
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the swallowing movement was very obvious. He looked at Lynch with a very special look that yearned for answers, "If we want to rescue the mayor... how many chances do we have?"

Lynch did not answer him directly, but answered with another fact, "Mr. President, they are a group of thugs."

"When they're desperate, they can do anything you think is impossible."

"I can't give you any guarantees, I can only say that I will do it, but what is the result..."

He shook his head and didn't continue talking.

Mr. President also realized that Lynch was right, that was a bunch of thugs who would do anything.

At this moment, he finally made up his mind, and he knew very well that the death of the mayor in the riot was actually not a bad thing.

First of all, this can prove to the world that the mayor is a conscientious mayor, and secondly, it can provide convenience for the federal government to intervene in more affairs of Nagalil.

Look, one of our mayors has died. In order to avoid similar things from happening again, we need to strengthen the management of Nagalil. Is there a problem?

What makes the president difficult is that he doesn't want to be the decision maker, and he doesn't want to be a "murderer" in people's eyes!
But now, it's not his turn to hesitate!
The stock plummeted, and the anger of the capitalists will burn him out. If the Federation compromises and negotiates to get the "peace" they want from the Nagalilians, I am afraid that the stock will fall even worse!

He took a deep breath, his voice was not loud, but he asked firmly, "Before lunch?"

Lynch changed his sitting position and looked serious, "Before lunch!"

Not long after, Lynch went to the small room and called the commander on the front line.

"I'm talking to you from the Presidential Palace."

"Clean up all the Nagalilians in the city and don't let them leave the city alive."

"Separate another part to storm the city hall. I hope to hear news of the recapture of the city hall before [-]:[-]."

The frontline commander was stunned for a moment, and he tried to ask with a slightly uneasy mood, "Then... what about the mayor and others?"

Lynch lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. "The president will award medals to these people who sacrificed their lives for the country!"

The commander understood what Lynch meant, and he didn't need to worry about the hostages. All the federal government wanted was a result.

Nothing else matters!
(End of this chapter)