blackstone code

Chapter 2437

It was fifteen past two, and Gladstone was still up.

He sank deep into the sofa, his body exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

There was a lot of soot on the ground around him, some of which even burned the camel hair of the carpet into black spots of various sizes.

Cigarette butts, empty wine bottles, and a half-eaten pizza, the smell here is as bad as it gets.

He has been waiting for a message, an important message.

As long as the old guy goes to see God, everything will be back under his control.

His inner emotions at this time were very conflicting.

The old man of the Progressive Party was really kind to him. He graduated from the Holy Harmony College, but because of some problems in his background, he was not able to become a probationary member of the Holy Harmony.

The Development Office of the Progressive Party took a fancy to him at that time and developed him into a member of the Progressive Party.

After graduating from university, he worked directly in the mayor's office, because of his excellent work ability, he quickly got the attention of the party.

Under the interference of the old man, after three years as the assistant to the mayor, he was promoted to work in the office of the secretary of the state government and became the second chief of the office.

It can be said that everything went smoothly for him in the political arena, especially after the old man became the chairman of the committee, and his status in the party was significantly improved.

In his early thirties, he became a district councilor and promoted several relatively heavyweight district bills in the next few years.

He was then transferred back to the party committee to work in the party.

After a few years of precipitation, he successfully served as the President of the Regional Senate and then the Governor.

But his "official career" ended here.

His grandfather was a controversial figure, and the federal history books helped him cover up the scandal of "massacre of aborigines", saying it was bandits.

But suppressing bandits is suppressing bandits, massacres are massacres, and the truth will not be confused just because of whitewashing!
His father was lucky enough to become a senator, and then married a lady from another political family, and had Gladstone.

It stands to reason that Gladstone should have better political prospects, but the problem lies in his grandfather's glorious deeds!
At that time, when the Conservative Party was in full swing, in order to stabilize domestic public opinion, and at the same time do a good job of "unity" to appease the aborigines in those protected areas.

So Gladstone had a hard time climbing up, and his rivals often used this against him - grandson of the hangman!
If even the grandson of the executioner who committed the massacre can become a member of Congress, then people will be completely disappointed in this country!
After failing in the sprint, he could only lie dormant for a while and be active in the political arena as a broker.

If someone doesn't like what he and his grandpa did, then there must be someone who likes what he and his grandpa did.

Until the old man found him and told him that he planned to let him take over.

Gladstone is still very capable, and those things his grandfather did are actually bonus points in the Progressive Party—it is said that the Progressive Party once formulated a "inferior race cleansing plan" in the party, but later Obsolete.

Speaking of which, although this plan has been abolished, it has continued to this day in another form, such as the two theories of "social eliteization" and "elimination of inferior races".

These two doctrines really exist in the upper class of the Federation. They think that everyone below the middle class is an inferior race.

Because individuals who are smart (emotional quotient), diligent, intelligent (IQ) and excellent in all aspects are bound to be able to rise from the crowd.

And those who are always at the bottom of society belong to flawed human beings.

lazy, stupid, greedy...

The core of the theory of social elitism is to completely separate human beings according to different classes by creating unbreakable social classes.

Their idea was to build a "circular" city, with high-class people living in the core area, followed by middle-class people, and inferior people on the outermost edge.

These people do not enjoy any social welfare treatment, they are like a small group outside the social system.

Only those who can cross classes can be accepted by the elite society, and they are real people!

Treating inferior races like animals is their destiny.

The core of the theory of eliminating inferior races is to let the inferior races perish directly through physical methods.

Human intervention prohibits reproduction, uses drugs or certain methods to make inferior races lose their fertility, then in the end only excellent races can reproduce, and inferior races will gradually and completely perish!

Then a society of absolute fairness and absolute sharing will be built by the higher races...

Well, they want to kill privatization!

No matter which theory they adopt, they do not consider people at the bottom of society to be human beings!

To this day there are still some people who support both theories and try to convince more people to join them!
What is disturbing is that these people are some of the people who stand at the top of the pyramid and even at the top!

These people are obviously very supportive of the massacre of the aborigines, because in their eyes the aborigines are no longer human.

They are just animals that look like humans. If these animals are not cleaned up, they will only use their own genes to contaminate human genes!

Gladstone's rise to power was also secretly supported by some of these people.

He was still shocked at the time, because he was definitely not the best one, but instead of refusing, he agreed.

The old guy has a lot of kindness for him, he admits it, and has done a lot for him as he grew up, more than his father did!

So at this moment, his heart is complicated.

He not only hoped that the old man would die quickly, but also hoped that he could repent before death came and stand on his side again, so that he would not have to die.

Regret, anger, embarrassment, and all kinds of emotions in his heart are tormenting him!
Only alcohol and nicotine can make him feel better!
The sudden ringing of the phone in the quiet room made his hands tremble, and some of the wine in the glass spilled out. He quickly stood up, put the glass back on the coffee table, and watched the wet piece of his leg give up. Rescue ideas.

He walked to the landline, and the ringtone was particularly harsh at this moment.

He held the handset of the phone and waited for a few seconds before lifting it.

"Killed the wrong person, the target was seriously injured and survived."

Gladstone, who slowly opened his eyes wide, couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or dissatisfied. It took him a while before he came back to his senses.

"Is there still a chance?"

When he came back to his senses, he became a little calmer. Now that he has made a move, it is impossible to turn back.

If you can't kill it once, then do it twice!
There was silence on the other side for a while, "Maybe it's not too big, Lynch is here, and...the one who killed the wrong one is...Mister."

Gladstone's heart pounded and trembled violently. The name of a big man made him almost unable to hold the receiver in his hand!
"How did it happen?"

"There have been no good opportunities. That guy has been staying in the house and can't find opportunities at all."

"Today they managed to leave the house, but it was too dark..."

Summer in Nagaril is definitely not a comfortable one. The daytime temperature there recently was 37 degrees Celsius, which is considered relatively low.

For an old man, running out in such hot weather is definitely too comfortable for him.

So the old man kept turning on the air conditioner in the room and didn't go anywhere.

Nagalil is close to the equator, and the sun is very harsh. Basically, the curtains are drawn in the room to avoid direct sunlight.

The killer has been unable to find a good opportunity and a suitable angle.

Just last night, after the two old men chatted for a long time, they took advantage of the darkness and the temperature dropped, and took a breather on the terrace together.

There was only one dim light on the terrace, and with the backlight of the city, it was impossible to tell who was who.

The opportunity didn't come easily, and Mr. Killer didn't know which of the two people was the target, anyway, wouldn't it be enough to kill them both?
So the two old guys who were watching the night view of Slem on the dark terrace with wine glasses were shot.

The old man of the Conservative Party who was close to the killer was shot first, giving the old man of the Progressive Party a chance.

But he was too old after all, he tried his best to react and avoid, but he was still shot twice.

Fortunately, he survived.

Gladstone didn't know all that had happened, and all he could think about now was when the old guy was going to die.

"Go and see if there is a chance, if there is, continue to do it, if not, find a way to hide it."

There was a busy tone on the phone shortly after, and Gladstone hung up, went back to the couch, and sank back in.

This time, it was a big trouble, not to mention killing the wrong person, but killing such an important person.

Not long after he sat down, the phone rang again. He walked over a little irritably and picked it up, "This is Gladstone."

"You did it?"

The voice was familiar, and the appearance of a person gradually emerged in his mind. His heart trembled, but the voice did not change at all. Instead, he was a little puzzled, "What did I do and you did?"

The guy on the other end of the phone seemed to be analyzing his tone and his answer, and then slowed down a bit after a while, "Don't you know?"

"A major event happened in Slem, two old guys were assassinated!"

Gladstone exclaimed in a low voice as if he had just heard, "I drank a lot at night and fell asleep as soon as I came back. How is the situation now?"

Maybe his voice and performance are really deceiving, or maybe the guy on the other end of the phone thinks he's too neurotic.

In short, he was not as targeted as he was at the beginning, "The old guy from the Conservative Party has returned to the kingdom of heaven. It is said that the one on your side has passed the dangerous period, but now there is a rumor that you did it."

Gladstone's expression changed slightly and he sneered, "Does anyone believe this?"

The guy on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, "I believe it."

(End of this chapter)