blackstone code

Chapter 2438

Everyone will have emotional outbursts, it may just be because of a little trivial thing!

There was one fatal injury in the Commonwealth where a young man was walking on the sidewalk and had a slight brush with three people who were walking in the opposite direction.

His shoulder bag slipped and fell to the floor.

All four of them stopped, and the one who touched this guy among the three took a look at him, and then planned to leave.

The man looked at the three of them, asked them to pick up their backpacks in a seemingly calm tone, and then apologized.

For the young people of the Federation, you can punch me, but you cannot ask me to apologize to you, even if I really did something wrong!
The person who bumped into him was also a young man. He bent down to pick up his shoulder bag and threw it to the other person. Then he said "Don't look for trouble" and turned to leave.

In his opinion, it is enough to pick up things and give them to the other party, and it is difficult to tell who hit whom in this "conflict", he has done enough!
But the murderer didn't think so, he grabbed the other person's clothes, and asked the other person to apologize in a more special tone, like gnashing his teeth!

The act itself was offensive, plus there were three people across from him and he was the only one.

So the young man on the opposite side knocked off his hand and said "Fack".

Then the murderer directly pulled out his weapon and shot at the three people, and emptied the magazine in a few seconds.

The young man in the direct conflict was shot several times and died on the spot. Another guy died due to ineffective rescue, and another guy was lucky and only got shot once, mainly because he ran out of bullets.

After rescue and treatment, he recovered, but it will be difficult for him to get out of the shadow of the shooting in his life, and he must receive psychological treatment for a long time-the lawyer advised him to say so, so that he can ask for more money.

In short, this case has aroused huge public opinion after it happened. Many people think that this murderer is a typical anti-social and anti-human personality.

Just because he couldn't tell the difference of responsibility, he drew his gun and shot, killing two people and wounding one. Many people wanted him to be sentenced to death.

People only saw him draw his gun and shoot without hesitation, killing innocent passers-by.

But no one understood that before the conflict broke out, his emotions had reached a critical point and he was on the verge of collapse!
Of course, this is not to excuse his crime, but to reasonably discuss some things and some inducements behind the murder caused by a little incident.

"He's like dry grass doused with gasoline, it only takes a spark to explode!"

Before the conflict, the murderer encountered the death of his family, encountered emotional setbacks, lost his job, and had a big fight with his good friend because of some problems.

To him, it was as if the whole world had abandoned him in a short time!

So he can explode anytime, anywhere, and it may not even require "anyone" to do anything. He may just explode when he hits a wall!
In fact, Gladstone's mood at this time is also the same. Various negative emotions are constantly brewing and fermenting in his heart.

Alcohol and nicotine could not calm his inner emotions. Under the influence of loneliness, his emotions were in a state of being about to explode.

When the person on the phone said those words, it was like a tight rope suddenly snapped...

"Don't you fucking believe me?" His voice suddenly became much louder, and the bodyguards outside the house all looked in his direction.

He held the receiver of the phone in one hand, and made great body movements in the other. He stood in front of the phone and walked back and forth, "You are always like this, you are always like this!"

"You know everything, but you never tell me what you think!"

"We have been good friends for so many years, even you don't believe me!"

"If you don't believe in other things, you don't believe it. Do you also believe this kind of rumor that is obviously pouring dirty water on me?"

"Are you really stupid, or are you planning to use these rumors to do something?"

His voice was loud, as if his voice was loud enough to prove that what he said made sense.

In fact, he also knows that whether his voice is loud or not has nothing to do with whether what he says makes sense, but people are like this, as long as their voice is louder than others, what they say should be accepted.

After Gladstone fired "fire" for a while, the person in the receiver still had the same tone as before, "Have you not understood yet?"

"It doesn't really matter whether the rumor is true or not, what matters is the people who spread the rumor."

"If they don't believe... no, they don't really care whether they believe it or not."

"Their purpose for letting the rumor spread is to hope that more people will believe it, Gladstone, they want everyone to believe it!"

"Do you know what that means?"

"It means you are losing your 'environment', people are becoming less optimistic about you, your friends are getting fewer and fewer, and your enemies are getting more and more, this is 'public opinion'!"

Gladstone seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water, and the somewhat frenzied emotions disappeared in an instant, leaving only the emotions that became calm due to fear.

He leaned on the table and turned around, "Maybe you are right, but I haven't lost yet."

The guy on the receiver let out some chuckling, which sounded sarcastic, like a sneer.

"How long are you going to lie to yourself?"

"Now you have a chance to walk away from this, and if you keep going... you won't have a chance to walk away, whether it was your doing or not."

"Actually, you should also be very clear that such a big man died, and someone who is too light can't bear this responsibility."

"Just like the assassination of Mr. Truman, even if there is no evidence pointing to the North Industries Group, they have to be found to bear part of the responsibility."

"People want to believe that a big interest group made it, not a military father, a little guy made it."

"People don't believe that little people can do wonders, Gladstone."

Gladstone held the phone and bowed his head for a while before he asked, "Connor, are you also promoting the spread of these rumors?"

Connor laughed loudly, "Rumor?"

"I don't think it's necessarily a rumor. Besides, I don't need to push you. Think about it yourself. As a friend, this is my last advice to you."

"It's better to leave before it's too late than to be ruined here!"

After speaking, Connor hung up the phone. He also knew about it immediately. He didn't think much about it at first, but then he had a phone call with Lynch.

He suddenly realized that whether Gladstone was the mastermind behind the murder or not, his political career had basically come to an end.

What he has to face is not the competitors before, those who have obvious shortcomings and can be defeated.

What he was facing was Lynch, a man who had never failed since he started to be active in society!
From the moment Lynch decided to deal with him, his ending was already doomed!

Gladstone looked very happy after hanging up the phone, and he returned to the bedroom with a glass of wine.

Generally, he doesn't drink at night when he's not socializing. He actually doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't like the smell on his body after drinking.

But something interesting happened today, and he wanted to... celebrate.

"You seem very happy?" His wife, who was taking care of his skin, saw him in a rare state and asked casually.

Connor curled his lips and sat on the sofa, "It's okay."

Then the room fell into a brief silence.

This may be the life of most people, plain, ordinary, without much passion.

Years kill not only men, but all passions.

After about half a minute, Connor put down his wine glass and pursed his lips, "I heard that you are also planning to go to Penteo?"

While rubbing the ointment extracted from the fat of some rare animal on her legs, his wife replied, "I have this idea, but I haven't decided yet. After all, my identity is a little bit special, unlike before. That's easy to do."

Connor's wife also runs two charitable foundations, but she is not the same as Joanna.

Joanna is not from a political family, and she came into contact with these after becoming the first lady!

On the other hand, Kang Na's wife came from a political family, and she knew these things more or less since she was not married.

Today, she already has her own methods and ideas on how to control these things, so nothing will happen to her.

If it was in the past, she would have gone without hesitation.

After all, being in the limelight in the world is not only about being in the limelight, but also has many benefits.

But her current status is very special, the first lady of the Federation, even if she does not make any remarks, her behavior will be interpreted by people.

"The others will go, do you think I should go?"

The "others" in her mouth refer to President Bowling's wife and several other well-known ladies.

Connor thought for a while, then nodded, "Why not?"

"As civilized people, we should be kinder to disasters."

A cross-border disaster relief can not only earn enough gimmicks, win more support for oneself, but also gain more benefits!
After all, not all charitable donations are used for disaster relief, and the rest must be put into their own pockets.

The night is getting darker, and the birds over the city, disturbed by neon lights and lampposts, flutter away from the center of the city.

People on the ground are still carnival for the night and happiness.

In the hospital, on the bed, the old man's eyelids trembled slightly, maybe it was because of the strong unwillingness in his heart, maybe it was because of something else, he was waking up from his lethargy.

In the newspaper office, the editors looked excited, just for the headlines on the front page tomorrow morning to grab attention!
(End of this chapter)