blackstone code

Chapter 42 Adults are not easy, hey

There are three main types of people in prisons. One is gang members. These people are the main part of prisoners, and they are also the most "indestructible" part. No matter what era or who is in power, these people will always be the big bosses in the prison. most.

The second type of people are more fashionable crimes, most of which are related to deception and fraud. These people are not gang members. The reason they come in is not because of what they have done, but because they are not careful enough and not cunning enough. Got caught by those cops or detectives.

The third type of people can basically say no in the Sabine City Regional Prison. These people have never committed any crime, and they can even leave the prison anytime, anywhere.

Being in prison is just a means for them, of course, it may be a means of being used. Most of these people will serve their sentences in some well-known federal prisons, but even if they are in prison, they can still influence the entire federal government. Political, economic, cultural and even military.

As for the others, there are various reasons, but not so many. People with no gang background like little Michael are often recruited by gangs in prisons. Many gangs also regard prisons as the main source of blood.

No one will be discriminated against too much here. Of course, classes will definitely still exist. If prisons can eliminate classes, then... wouldn't it have been a success long ago?
There are people, there is class, and there is society. Because of his young age, little Michael has not been treated harshly. In such a place that pays attention to personal martial arts, bullying a half-year-old child will only make people look down upon them, not make people admire.

But if little Michael's father was a man with a "license", it would be different, because most of the people here were caught by those with a "license".

In this eerie atmosphere came lunch time, in the Sabine City Regional Prison, after lunch there was a lunch break, after the lunch break was free time, then dinner and an hour and a half of entertainment, where they could watch TV.

Next is shower time and night off, and finally lights out, everyone has a very fulfilling life every day, at least more fulfilling than when they are drunk and dreaming outside.

Little Michael came to the place where the meal was made with a rubber plate. A few days ago, the prisoner in charge of the meal would give him more meat and vegetables than others, but today, the guy took a spoon and scooped the edge of the vegetable bowl. A spoonful of the pulpy goo dipped directly into Little Michael's plate.

He looked at the prisoner who was beating rice, the prisoner looked impatient, and before he had time to say anything, a force suddenly erupted from behind him, he was staggered forward by someone, and his whole body fell on the ground. on the ground.

He was lying in the rotten vegetable soup, a little overwhelmed. The prison guards who guarded these prisoners just glanced at them and looked back. As long as these people did not riot, they would not interfere with the contradictions between the prisoners.

Prisons are a unique small society with a unique social formation, and no one will take the initiative to interfere in the absence of major incidents.

Little Michael got up and was just about to pick up the plate. At this time, one foot stepped on his plate. He bent down and looked up. The person who stepped on his plate lowered his head and looked down. Looking at him, one is dazed, the other is indifferent.

No one in the restaurant applauded or coaxed, but most of them watched with a half-smiling smile. If that person didn't reveal little Michael's identity and background, someone might have stood up to stop him. For example, he planned to admit him into his own. gang members.

But now, everyone is watching a good show, and those with "licenses" and even their families are instinctively hated here.

The person who stepped on the little Michael's plate turned his ankle and crushed the rubber plate on the ground, leaving a footprint with... some yellow-black stains on it, and there was a faint smell, and little Michael's stomach suddenly shrank. He got up, and then a urge to vomit made him run to the trash can, and spit out some things that he hadn't digested in the morning.

He didn't realize that his good days were over, just when he was vomiting, someone suddenly took off his pants, and he picked it up and planted it face down into the trash can, where some came out In addition to the rubbish, saliva, and thick phlegm that others had eaten, there was also the vomit he just ate, and his head went blank for a while...

When he was pulled out by the prison guards, he hadn't reacted, but felt that everything had changed in an instant.

At the same time, in the city of Sabine and even in the entire state, a piece of news began to spread rapidly. The leader of the IRS investigation team abused his power and caused an innocent citizen to be almost sent to God.

As Lynch estimated at the beginning, he did not use judicial power to challenge the law enforcement power of the tax bureau, but used the media to frantically tear their faces, which played a key role.

Michael was sent to the city limits of Sabine City that day, and was imprisoned at his residence at the same time. The director of the Federal Taxation Bureau of Sabine City personally came forward and temporarily released Michael on bail. If he was allowed to remain in the police station, It will only make those reporters find more points to attack the tax office, like "why was he detained at the police station if he wasn't at fault" or something.

He had to get Michael out, at least so that those stupid citizens wouldn't be led by the media.

At Michael's house, the director rarely got angry, "You are too impulsive, do you know that the general bureau scolded me on the phone for more than half an hour today?"

After seven o'clock in the morning, a large number of reporters seemed to be surrounded by flies that smelled the smell... No, it was the little bees who smelled the fragrance of flowers surrounding Lynch, from nurses, doctors and even through their own brain supplements. Shocking articles were published, including two federal-level media. Before nine o'clock, basically all seventeen states in the federal state knew about it, and public opinion began to ferment.

In fact, I don’t know how many times this kind of thing will happen every year, but this time there is obviously a behind-the-scenes driving force. The Federal Tax Administration has begun to pay attention and warned the director that if he can’t quell the matter as soon as possible, the Ministry of Supervision may send a commissioner. We went to Sabine to conduct a secret investigation.

When that happens, Michael is not alone, and it is not as simple as "exile" to a remote place, they will not only lose their jobs, they may even go to jail.

For these people with "licenses", it is easier to kill them than to go to jail. They will be severely humiliated by those who were sent in by them, and life is worse than death.

Michael lowered his head and said nothing. He has a bad temper, but he is not a fool. He already knows the consequences of these stupid things he did impulsive. It is too late to say anything now. Let's discuss how to deal with the aftermath.

The director scolded him for a while, and finally sighed, "I really want to protect you, but the meaning above is to throw you out to quell the anger of the people..."

Michael suddenly looked up at the director, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. He was also a middle-level cadre to some extent, and he gave up when he gave up?
The director avoided his gaze, shook his head with a wry smile, "You found the wrong opponent, you know?" Before waiting for Michael to answer, the director continued, "I thought Lynch would sue you, if he really did that It's simple, once it comes to the issue of law enforcement power, the General Administration will be on our side, no matter what you do."

"But I heard people say that he has forgiven you in front of the media, said some good things for you, and gave up the idea of ​​suing you. Do you know how much trouble you are in now?"

Michael may not be clear, but the director is very clear that the more aggressive Lynch behaves, the more angry the media and the public will be, even if part of their anger is directed at Lynch - angry that he dare not stand up for it. Fight for your own rights.

But more of their anger was towards Michael and the people behind him. Under the carnival of the media, Lynch's concession would be regarded as a concession that he did not dare to fight with the tax bureau. After all, it was the power of the federal bureaus. big problem.

Over the years, the question of whether the law enforcement power of various federal departments is too large has been discussed no less than hundreds of thousands of times, but each time it is not settled, and this time will definitely be the same result, but someone will always be responsible .

Michael, there is no one better than him.

"I will try my best to save you, but in case...", he patted Michael's arm, "don't blame me for not doing my best, in fact, the best way now is for you to ask Lynch, if You can appear in front of the media together, and things may turn around!"

　The group of book friends exploded, and many book friends expressed their incomprehension, but it was nothing, really.

Since I came into contact with this industry, no less than 2 book friend groups have been bombed. Starting from a certain fan series, bombing one every year is considered to be merciful to everyone. At the most efficient time, it bombed 3 groups in [-] months.

My colleagues and I talked about this, and the more I talked, the more Coke.

Other people's book friends have countless abilities, from giving the author an outline, helping the author code words, saving money for the author's gold and silver, and even sending approval thousands of miles, they are really omnipotent.

When I came to me, my book friends didn't learn any of these awesome skills, they learned to bomb the group, and they were still professional.

This group has been bombed and sunk by you in only half a year. I hope you will make persistent efforts and bomb another one!
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