blackstone code

Chapter 27 Don't panic, call the police first

Every family has blind spots that others can't see. Many people envy Michael's family and his house. After all, it is not easy to move into a middle-class neighborhood at such a young age.

But who would have thought that the house may not be as intact as Lynch imagined.

Some old appliances have not been replaced, some wallpapers have a faint rotten yellow color, some decorative plasterboards have begun to crack, and some floors are in disrepair and moth-eaten. They are not what they used to be. Stablize.

Every family has some similar problems, some are only related to decoration, and some are related to family relationships.

Fortunately, the nature of Michael's work and his unit did not allow his family to have too many problems in family relations. The management of the key department could ensure that his family was well-off and had some extra money.

As long as financial freedom is achieved, most of the time the relationship between family members will not be unpleasant. Whether it is emotional or enthusiastic, it is essentially based on material foundations that may be unnecessary in the eyes of some people. Restlessness.

When the masthead stepped on a floor that Mrs. Michael had lifted twice and hadn't replaced, the sound of wooden boards twisting and rubbing rang out in the empty house.

In the middle of the night, if there is a sound of people in the living room, it is enough to make many people's nerves that have become sensitive in the dark suddenly tense.

Mrs. Michael turned on the light, and she went to the door, her ear against the door panel, listening to the sounds outside.

She is the only one in the house today, and the maid is not the kind of full-time maid who lives in the house. Their house is not a villa, not a manor, but an ordinary single-family house in a middle-class community.

They don't have a spare bedroom or washroom for the maid, plus their child doesn't come back from full-time private school, she's the only one in the room.

The woman in her thirties listened carefully for a while, and there seemed to be no more noises coming from the living room downstairs. The sound she heard suddenly just now was as unreal as a hallucination.

Facing this door, she was a little confused, should she go out and have a look?
Michael was usually at home. She never realized that a big house would bring her a terrible feeling of fear like now. It was only a door away, but it also became the junction of light and darkness.

Open the door and face the darkness, not everyone has the courage to do so.

At the same time, with the gun in his hand, the masthead gently stepped on the stairs and slowly walked to the second floor. His eyes were fierce and frenzied, staring at the light behind a crack under a door in the corridor on the second floor.

Those lights seemed to want to break free from the narrow gap to light up the whole room and drive away the darkness, but they were too weak, so weak that they could only illuminate the floor less than an inch away from the gap.

With bare feet, he kept a slow pace, and walked slowly to the door of the master bedroom. He knew that the floor he stepped on might have alarmed the people in the room, and he was waiting for the other party to open the door.

After more than ten seconds, Mrs. Michael opened the door with some hesitation, and an ugly face occupied all her sight, because the subconscious scream of fear was also punched back less than half a second after it sounded!
Outside the house, Lynch saw two shadows flashing quickly through the window through the incomplete blackout curtains, and the screaming came to an abrupt end, it didn't even alarm the surrounding neighbors.

Lynch packed up the tools in his hand, climbed down the telephone pole silently, glanced at the lighted windows, turned his head and ran towards the gate.

If Masthead didn't come to him and was willing to suffer the dumb loss, then there would be no Masthead and his story in the whole thing.

But he doesn't want to be dumb and came to the door, which means that the masthead is an unstable factor, and he is likely to become a huge trouble, especially his greed may become secretly stabbing own dagger.

Once Michael convinces him that his money is being withheld from him, then there is a good chance they will join forces, which is not a situation that Lynch likes.

When the enemy can join forces, it means that he will face more unexpected troubles, so he gave the masthead a trick.

He wanted to teach Michael a lesson that was enough to hurt his heart, but he also took the opportunity to clean up the masthead, otherwise the masthead would be crawling and biting in the police station, and it was very likely that what he said would be blamed on himself.

This is also the situation that Lynch is most worried about. He is not yet a celebrity in the Baylor Federation, and even in this small city, few people in Sabine have heard of his name.

A leader of the investigation team of the Federal and District Taxation Bureau really shamelessly framed a person, and it may not be impossible to become a fact. In the process, there is a character like a masthead who cooperates with Michael and Lynch in a self-defeating way. There is a real possibility that they will be caught.

After absorbing a lot of knowledge in that small place, he came to a conclusion, try not to let his potential enemies form an alliance.

Whether it succeeds or fails, it is just an attempt for them, but for themselves, it may be a devastating blow. The best solution is for them to "solve" them before they form an alliance, so that they cannot become a whole. .

Lynch ran towards the position of the guard box, and soon found the security guard who was on duty. After he shared his findings, he immediately attracted the attention of the security guard.

After Michael discovered Lynch here before, he also specially asked the service company in the community to take care of his house, which also showed his concern that his wife was the only one left at home after he was going on a business trip.

As for Michael's entrustment service company, he assured that it would try its best to complete his entrustment. After all, he was the leader of the investigation team of the local tax bureau, and he still had some powers.

The service company explained the matter to the security guard. At this time, the security guard dared to neglect the incident. Not only did they use the walkie-talkie to summon more people, but the guards at the guard box immediately ran in the direction of Michael's house.

Another group of patrolling security guards hadn't arrived yet. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the door, not forgetting to ask loudly about the situation in the room.

Sometimes the sound of warning is not to remind the criminal that those who want to arrest him are coming, but to stop the crime as much as possible in this way, the police or the Bureau of Investigation, they are not that stupid!

Suddenly, the curtains on the second floor were lifted, and the masthead looked in horror at the security guard who had turned into the yard. He glanced back at Mrs. Michael, who had been beaten by him and lost his courage to resist. The decision to flee immediately.

He didn't come to die, he just came to take revenge. Although he hasn't completed his original plan, he's somewhat avenged, so there's no need to put himself here.

He fastened the belt that he had just loosened again, rushed out of the room and flipped down from the second floor. Before he had time to run out, the door of the room was slammed open.

The four eyes met, the confrontation at this time and the whistle from a distance made the masthead come back to his senses immediately, he subconsciously took out the gun in his pocket, and ran towards the door while shouting, "Don't force me , get out of the door!"

Faced with the threat of a pistol, most people would not feel that their flesh and blood could block the damage of bullets.

Seeing this scene with a twisted smile on the masthead's face, he once again realized the power of this little cutie in his hand.

Witnessing the departure of the masthead, the security guard rushed upstairs to look for Michael's wife and radioed the other security guards about the situation here.

In less than 30 seconds, the siren of a police car sounded outside the community—there are always many police patrol cars in places where the middle class gathers, and two to three police cars are even heard outside some communities where the upper class gathers all year round.

As for some poorer Xiacheng districts or slums, of course, the official government will never recognize this concept. In which areas, there are no police cars, not even patrol officers.

This society is so simple and direct, how much value you have, the society will give you the treatment in line with your own value!

(End of this chapter)