blackstone code

Chapter 2439

Before seven o'clock, Gladstone was awakened by noises outside the window.

He sat up suddenly, and then his head seemed to be hit by an axe, and the pain almost fell down again.

He didn't go to bed until after three o'clock, and he had to drink a lot of wine before going to bed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

Whenever he lay in bed and stared into the darkness, an indescribable fear haunted him.

That feeling... It's like sitting at a desk and watching girls who can't afford clothes in magazines doing handicrafts, and the footsteps of parents can be heard outside the door, but it's the last moment.

Anytime, anywhere, the fear of being discovered is just like this moment!

Only after drinking too much can I fall asleep.

After he took a sip of water, he stood up with his forehead and walked to the window, opened the curtain and squinted to look out.

In summer, the morning dawns earlier, and it can be seen before six o'clock, and it is almost seven o'clock at this time.

The newly rising sun is not dazzling, and the sun is not blazing, and it falls on people's bodies so that people can't imagine how harsh it is at noon!
The outside is already full of people, reporters, police officers maintaining order, and bodyguards guarding the yard!
A surge of anger rose from the soles of his feet, he stared at the reporters for a while, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Not long after, he was fully dressed and came to the gate.

The reporters pressed the shutter frantically, and countless reporters began to ask questions on their own, regardless of whether Gladstone heard their questions or not, and began to ask and answer their own questions.

Things like "are you not answering because you know you can't explain it" or "are you tacitly acquiescing by keeping silent?" Gladstone's not answering is better for them than answering.

At least they can write whatever they want if they don't answer, but if they try to distort what he said after answering, it will be more difficult.

Sometimes there is not much difference between journalists and female supporters, they are all for money.

Even sometimes journalists are not as good as female supporters. At least some female supporters have a bottom line, but there are really not many reporters, or even none!
Gladstone frowned, got into the car under the protection of the bodyguards, and left here slowly.

Sitting in the car, he was thinking about how to solve this problem.

What Connor said last night only now "woke up" him in a real sense.

The reason why the rumor can spread so quickly, even in Congress, is not because the content of the rumor is so appalling.

But we all hope that more people will know this rumor and believe it!

There is no doubt that the Conservative Party is also involved.

His head hurt again, and his mood became depressed and irritable.

The restlessness intensifies when he walks into the brand new Progress Party office building!

Everyone, whether it's the security guards, the cleaners, the postman, the regular employees, the clerks at the front desk, or those who have positions in the party.

Whoever it was, whatever they were doing, when they saw Gladstone, they acted as if they had been paused.

They kept the "last frame" of the action, and then looked at him with calm but turbulent eyes.

That kind of look seemed to be able to speak, as if it was saying to him——

"Look, how dare this executioner come here!"

Everyone was looking at him, and his mood fluctuated violently again.

He stood at the elevator entrance, and suddenly turned around. Those who were still looking at him seemed to be pressed the play button again by that mysterious force at this time.

They start from the "last frame" and continue to do the work in their hands.

The security guard stopped the postman from letting him in, the cleaning staff cleaned up the shreds of paper left by the female clerk at the front desk, and the others chatted softly, or went to their work places.

There was a ding, pulling Gladstone out of some mood, and he stepped into the elevator, which had only one button on it, the button for his office.

The capitalist who "donated" the new office building had a very good relationship with him, and specially prepared an office on the highest floor for him.

Maybe it's the habit of some big capitalists, maybe it's other reasons, there is only his office on the whole floor.

In this regard, he is very similar to Lynch. Lynch also likes to have his own office on the first floor, and he likes this too.

So this elevator is his personal elevator and does not go to other floors.

After he came to the office, within 2 minutes of sitting down, a piece of "bad news" came from Slem.

Old thing, wake up!

The old man of the Progressive Party woke up at five o'clock, but he was still very weak at that time, unable to shout loudly at all, and he didn't even have the strength to press the button to call doctors and nurses.

No one expected that he would wake up so quickly. In addition to his serious injuries and massive blood loss, he also had a high concentration of anesthetics in his body.

Even a cow can only wake up after dawn!
He slept in a daze on the bed for a while, until after six o'clock, he finally had the strength to press the button, and then the doctor came in a hurry.

The old man's spirit was very weak, and his best friend who had been an enemy and friend all his life died in front of him. He had two incisions on his chest which added up to a foot long, and half of his jaw completely disappeared.

He can't be that good!

But it wasn't too bad, at least from the doctor's point of view, it was a miracle that he woke up so quickly.

Lynch arrived at fifteen past seven, along with Catherine and the professor.

When seeing Lynch, the old man was obviously a little excited, and the waveform changes on those monitoring instruments also proved this.

With a pen in his hand, he laboriously wrote the word "revenge" on the notebook.

He stared at Lynch, trying to speak, but could only make meaningless noises.

He couldn't keep his tongue, and speaking has become a luxury for him, and he can only express it through writing.

He looked at Lynch, his gaze was filled with a firm and extreme emotion like never before.

He wanted to reach out to grab Lynch's hand, but Lynch took the initiative to put it in his palm.

Looking at the crooked "revenge", Lynch nodded, "I will find the murderer and send him to you."

The old man became a little excited again, and he continued to write and draw on the notebook with his hand holding the end of the pencil, "How is he?"

He, referring to the old man of the Conservative Party.

It was he who invited the other party to his villa, and the discussion was about cooperation in getting Gladstone out of power.

The old man is not very willing to fight Gladstone with outside moves. On the one hand, he now has enough ability and means to get Gladstone out of power.

On the other hand, as an "old-timer", an old-timer who has retired and left the high-profile stage, he is not suitable to use some dishonorable means to solve Gladstone's problem.

This will set a bad example for the young people behind. Although everyone is actually not a good person, he thinks that he can use methods outside the rules, and try not to use them as much as possible.

Because if you use it today, tomorrow someone else will say "you used it first", which is not a good sign.

Although politics is sometimes dirty, the old man has devoted his whole life to it, and he hopes it can be as pure as possible!

The two parties are making efforts at the same time, and Gladstone will definitely not be able to stop it.

The two discussed some things, he was in a good mood, and then he proposed to have a drink together.

The two had been blowing the air conditioner in the room for a whole day, and it was already late at that time, and the temperature outside had also dropped.

They walked together to the terrace on the second floor of the villa. It was very windy and cool, much more comfortable than blowing on the air conditioner.

Holding a wine glass, looking down at the incomparably prosperous Slem, he casually decided the fate of a great person at the top of the pyramid.

Power, wealth, everything is in their hands!
In this mood, only the outdoors can release that feeling!

The two clinked glasses, and then he heard gunshots.

He watched his old friend fall beside him. In fact, his brain had already reacted immediately, but his body couldn't react!
He told himself to run, or get down, don't fucking stand there, and his body didn't react until he was "pushed"!

It wasn't that the old friend pushed him, but the bullet hit him, but because of the angle, it didn't go deep into his body.

He ran toward the room, staggering a little from the fright and the shot, and from his age.

When a person falls, there will be some natural physiological reactions, and he raised his head up.

The brain is signaling his body to protect the brain first at this moment, so he lifts his head so that the brain doesn't hit the ground first.

It was this natural reaction, a bullet shattered his jaw, and he fell to the ground, unconscious...

His memory only ends here, and he wants to know how his old friend is doing.

They have competed for a lifetime, and they have no relationship in terms of physiology and blood.

But in fact, from the heart, from the soul, their relationship has surpassed friends, just like family members, brothers!

Lynch shook his head, "He died on the spot, both shots hit the vitals."

There were some tears in the old man's eyes. His eyes were cloudy, but the tears were clear.

"It must be him!"

The exclamation point tore through the paper, and Lynch held his hand instead and nodded slightly, "I think so too, but now we lack evidence."

What else does the old man want to write, he is very emotional now, Lynch held his hand, and continued, "Let's find out if he has left any clues, flaws."

"If there is, you will see him."

"If not, you'll see him just the same."

"I promise!"

The old man froze for a moment, because Lynch's second sentence revealed a lot of meaning.

Although he had been given anesthesia and the strength of the drug had not worn off, his brain was still normal.

Through Lynch, he saw Catherine and the professor standing by the door, and immediately understood.

(End of this chapter)