blackstone code

Chapter 2668

An officer has experienced many things in his life, but not all things will have one or two people who can remember him in his memory.

The biological instinct is always to "love the strong". People may pity and sympathize with the weak, but they will not keep the weak in their hearts.

There may be a period of time when the memory of the weak is clear in their hearts, but soon they will forget about these weak people.

But the memory of the strong will always remain.

The Chief has become the most unignorable person in the officer's memory because of his ruthlessness.

He is not like some people the officer has seen before, who will use words to threaten you, such as saying things that make people feel scared, and then exaggerate the results to make people psychologically unbearable.

The director-general was very direct, taking action directly without saying much. This decisive style only amplified the impact of the fear he produced.

When this voice appeared in the receiver, the officer was a little desperate.

"They are innocent." After about ten seconds, he said these dry words in a slightly hoarse voice.

The director-general laughed as if he had heard some funny joke, "Those corpses you threw down from upstairs are all innocent."

People are always like this. When they become victims, they start to emphasize various factors that are not beneficial to them.

None of this is fair…

I am innocent……

I didn't mean to...

But when they act as perpetrators, they never consider this.

The officer didn't know how to respond, "What... do you want to do?"

The general director asked the officer's relatives to be taken away first and closed the door. There was no one else in the room except him.

"I'll tell you the truth, if a big shot dies, or if you blow up Congress."

"Your relatives will all die, and they will be buried with you for your stupid behavior!"

The officer suddenly felt that all the blood rushed to the top of his head!

He gripped the receiver fiercely, as if he was strangling the director-general's neck, "You are committing a crime!"

The director-general still replied indifferently, "We are all committing crimes, but the purpose of my crime is to prevent you from committing crimes, and the purpose of your crime is simply to commit crimes."

"Although we are both criminals, I am nobler than you."

It's a very straightforward statement, and it can even be said to be a bit cold and heartless, but at this time, this tone, tone, and attitude are the sharpest knives.

He poked the officer in the heart again and again, making him breathless!

"Like I said last time, it doesn't matter to me whether you like killing people or setting off fireworks."

"In the end, I will definitely bear some responsibility, but if you follow political news, you will know that there are people behind me. The best I can do is apologize publicly. I will not lose anything."

"This society and the government will still operate as usual. The people you killed will be remembered for a while, and someone will give them flowers to remember the traces of their lives."

"But you and your family will only be cast aside."

"Your family won't even have a chance to be cast aside. They will die quietly, and all traces of their existence in this society will be erased."

"So you can do whatever you like. I'm just telling you a fact and result."

"In addition, it's not just you, the families of all your participants will suffer the same fate."

"When you do not follow the rules and use means that are beyond the rules of the game, don't blame others for using the same means."

"If you have figured it out, call me at any time, number 1..."

The officer fell into silence after hanging up the phone. He was a little unsteady, squatted on the ground slowly against the wall, and lit a cigarette.

One of his subordinates came over and asked, "What's wrong, sir? Are you feeling unwell?"

The officer raised his hand to stop him from trying to help himself up, and seemed a little hesitant, "Thank you, I'll just stay alone for a while."

The man looked at the officer for a while and confirmed that there was something wrong with him, but it shouldn't be a big problem before leaving.

At this time, more and more people were "invited", and the director-general then arranged for people to use loudspeakers to "influence" the terrorists in the room.

The terrorists' relatives, best friends, first loves, elementary school teachers, everyone who could make it appeared outside the Capitol.

Loudspeakers amplified their voices for the entire Capitol to hear, and soon the restaurant became somewhat chaotic.

Some people stood behind the curtains and looked outside with expressions of disbelief!

Not long after, several people walked up to the officer and looked at him, "What is happening outside?"

"Why...are they here? Is there something you haven't told us?"

These soldiers came to participate in this operation for their own reasons.Some are because of family, some are because of comrades, and some are because of army generals. In short, they all have their own reasons.

These people are all prepared to face death in the end. This may be the worst ending and guess they made when planning the operation mission.

But what they didn't expect was that the federal government would be so shameless in sending their families and those who were important to them to the scene.

This caused their firm emotions to fluctuate in an instant!

The officer took two more puffs of cigarette to calm down his mood, "They just want to use this method to shake our determination. Do you think they will hurt them?"

He looked at the people here sincerely, but everyone didn't trust him so much this time and remained silent.

No one wants someone important to them to be harmed, and this is also a psychological change that almost certainly occurs when all perpetrators turn into victims.

When they were perpetrators, they never knew what precious life and precious freedom were. They hurt whomever they wanted, and never considered the emotional pain of the victim and the victim's family.

Until they become the injured party...

The shouting outside made the situation inside the Capitol much worse, and everyone's emotions changed to varying degrees.

After the lunch period, the members were asked to return to the conference room. The officer sat in the middle a little irritably, unable to calm down at all.

His changes also caused the other attackers to become emotionally unstable.

This also made many congressmen at the scene realize that something might have happened that was changing the status of these people at this time.

Catherine hesitated for a long time, then stood up on her own initiative.

In an instant, several guns were pointed at her. She was a little... scared, and even a little regretful, but she knew very well that she could not completely leave her safety to those outside.

Who knows what these people want to do, she needs to fight for the possibility of survival for herself.

"You seem to have a problem, maybe we can talk."

She softened her voice, causing the officer to give her a sidelong glance.

With a fierce look in her eyes, Catherine gritted her teeth and met his gaze, "I believe there is no problem that we people cannot solve."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then the officer sighed, "Thank you, but you really can't solve my problem."

"I appreciate your desire to help me, Ms. Catherine, but it would be best for you to just sit there."

"If I need it, I'll speak up."

Catherine sat back, and some other congressmen breathed a sigh of relief. They could feel that the officer's attitude was no longer as firm as before.

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, it is a good thing that this happens to a person who can decide whether they live or die.

There are also many people who feel better about Catherine. At least she dares to speak out and try to win something.

The conference room fell into silence again, everyone was thinking about their own thoughts.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the director-general arranged for the officer's relatives, his niece, and other relatives of the attackers who had obtained the list, mainly young children or teenagers, to send some coffee.

Just shouting can't shake their determination, so let them meet up close.

More than 40 people stood at the door of the Capitol building with coffee, and the director-general's phone call also reached the officer's hands.

He expressed the hope that he could buy everyone a cup of coffee so that everyone would feel less sleepy in the afternoon, and the officer did not refuse.

Because he knew very well that he couldn't refuse.

With so many people coming over, everyone in the Capitol basically knows that at this time, they may really want to meet their families, relatives, and friends.

Stopping them will only cause conflicts to arise. This is a conspiracy and he cannot resolve it.

Even he himself went downstairs and saw his niece in the hall of the Capitol.

A 26-year-old woman, a very ordinary federal woman, looked a little scared and timid, standing helplessly on the edge of the hall holding a cup of coffee.

The officer walked over and was quickly spotted by his niece.

"In the end what happened?"

"They said you held members of Congress hostage and launched a terrorist attack. Is this true?"

The officer opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. The corpses piled outside had not been cleared away, which was evidence that they had killed innocent people.

The niece still has some affection for this uncle. Before she got married, they would contact each other every year.

It wasn't until after she got married that the number of contacts became less frequent. She never thought that after a long period of not seeing each other, they would meet here again!
The officer sighed, "There are some things that I have to do. You may not be able to understand me, but I know that I am not wrong."

"Someone has to stand up and speak for those who are silent. Destiny has chosen me, and it is my duty to do so!"

(End of this chapter)