blackstone code

Chapter 495 This Is A Joke

On the lawn, two people sat facing each other, and the autumn wind blew in. The bleak autumn atmosphere was like a killer's murderous intent. It was clearly as warm as spring, but it made people feel a chill in their bones.

The diplomat wrapped his clothes around his body and fell silent.

Mr. Truman admitted unabashedly that he did all this. Although it is annoying, it will not be hated.

This is much better than finding out the truth after a long time after he made his decision. An annoying... Well, there are some annoying guys, but not disgusting. This kind of explanation suddenly feels a lot better .

In fact, at this point, he doesn't have many choices to choose from.

Once he returns to the country, the royal family will definitely take him under the knife. He has learned too much about that decadent and backward country over the years. Each of them wants to gain more power, and everyone is unwilling to listen to any valuable suggestions.

Nagalil is not weak. This is an idea he has always had after graduating from Gefra, including coming to the Federation to indulge in the decadent capital life every day. He has never thought that Nagalil is a weak s country.

It may not be technologically advanced enough, but this country has a large population, and population is the potential for development. Unfortunately, the clans in the country only want to profit for themselves, and they are not even willing to listen to some of his ideas...

Now, he has no more choice.

Go back, he will die, his family will die, but stay here...

He glanced at Mr. Truman who was sitting across from him, and he was a little annoyed at the smile of "you have no choice, you should surrender early" on his face.

This anger caused him to make a movement that he hadn't thought of himself. He leaned forward and almost crossed the table. He waved to Mr. Truman. The latter thought that the diplomat had something more secretive to say, He also leaned over.

Then... a fist was hammered hard on the bridge of Mr. Truman's nose, and nosebleeds spurted out instantly.

Yes, it’s a spray, probably because Mr. Truman’s lungs contracted due to the discomfort caused by the rupture of blood vessels, hoping to use airflow to flush out the “foreign objects” in the nasal cavity. This is an instinctive reaction of the body, which also led to the initial The nosebleeds are splashed out!

He sat back on the chair, spread his hands and looked at the blood on his hands, arms, and pants.

The surrounding agents had already leaped onto the turf, and they quickly approached with guns in their hands. As long as the diplomat made any misleading actions, they would shoot without hesitation.

The diplomat sat back down again, feeling much better. He picked up the coffee cup elegantly like a nobleman in Gefra, pinched the ear of the cup with his little finger and tasted the fragrance of scented tea, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Mr. Truman raised his hand, telling people to put down their guns and get out of the area.

He took out a handkerchief and pressed his nose that was still bleeding, and looked at the diplomat across the table, "You have fewer choices."

The diplomat shrugged indifferently, just like Mr. Truman did before, "Why choose, we will soon become colleagues, but the prerequisite is that my family must appear in front of me intact. "

Mr. Treman smiled a little more, which was the best result, but he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't do this, because..."

Under the stunned gaze of the diplomat, he told the truth, "It's all false."

"We found your friend and bribed him. He only used 2 yuan and a federal citizen's identity. Then he forged this telegram and helped us forge the royal telegram. In fact, your family is doing well now. good."

"If we rashly bring them back, it will cause some unnecessary riots, and it will also be detrimental to you. Your current job is very important."

After hearing what Mr. Truman said, the diplomats laughed angrily, "You are such a bastard, Mr. Truman!"

He has already made a choice, and he has no right to go back on it, which is why he is angry and funny, he was actually deceived by such a cheap trick!

In fact, as long as he waits a few more days, he will be able to know the truth. If the royal family of the United Kingdom of Nagalil really wants to arrest him, they must have dispatched diplomats to replace him on the way to the Federation. Someone must have been sent to bring him back.

As long as he waited for a few days, three to five days, and there were no ships, no new diplomats and those who arrested him, he would naturally know that these things were fake.

But it is impossible for people to be so calm and objective to face and analyze the world.

The telegram sent by his close friend became the straw for him to be sure that this was not a scam. There might not be many people in the whole world who knew the relationship between him and his close friend. This was also the most reliable layer of protection in his opinion.

In addition, the content of the telegram was shocking and appalling. Even if he had a good mental capacity, he was in a mess.

"How did you find him?" He didn't care much about how much the other party charged, he was just curious about how Mr. Truman found that person.

Mr. Truman spoke in a low voice, "We checked the Nagalilians who were also in Gafra when you were studying abroad, and found several very interesting characters, including your friends."

Well, the other party paid such attention to it, the diplomat could only sigh, "What do you want me to do?"

Mr. Truman's expression was a little subtle, "It's not 'you', it's what 'we' are going to do next!"

Three days later, a heavy envelope was sent ashore in a sealed letter box at the coastal port of Nagalil's Mong U Province. Under the escort of a group of people, the letter box will eventually be sent to Naga In front of the great president, great chief and king of the United Kingdom of Lear.

This is a very complicated name. According to the Nagalil people's own point of view, they only have great chiefs, and there are no big presidents and kings. They are all called by the outside world.

The local clans are said to be clans, but in fact, they were tribes bound by blood ties in the early days. The governor of the province was the chief, and the chief of the largest and strongest tribal clan was the great chief.

The president was added to cater to the international mainstream forces, at least the president sounds more in line with a civilized society than the chief.

The king is a title similar to a vain post after they integrated all resources and delineated a fixed chassis.

In short, it is too complicated to discuss this matter, and there is not much need for it. Let's just call it the king.

At the same time, three people and one dog got off the boat.

"Damn it, it stinks here, don't the people here never take a bath, I can already imagine the thick greasy on their bodies!", the former lady with a puppy can never be idle twittering.

The puppy she led was a little bigger than a palm, and she didn't like this place full of stench. The sense of smell of dogs is much stronger than that of humans. It is difficult for people who just came here to bear the smell here. Let alone this puppy living in a developed country.

It was sneezing and barking, as if fighting against the invisible stench in the air.

Then the young man who disembarked was also full of disgust. What he disliked was different from others. He disliked his dead father, Mr. Simon, who would choose to settle here after abandoning them, and married the stinky man here. The stinky woman gave birth to a stinky son, who was indeed an unreasonable man.

As for the lawyer who came down last, it seems that he was not affected by this.

"Don't you think it stinks here?" Seeing his happy smile, the lady couldn't help asking.

"Smelly?" The lawyer was a little surprised, "Of course, it does stink here, but as a professional lawyer, I should also show absolute professionalism in front of my clients!"

Not to mention it stinks, as long as the money is in place, he dares to eat even shit.

40.00% of the lawyer's fee, he calculated, according to the dictation of the employers, there are at least 30 to [-] fras (fulls), which is enough for him to rest for a long time,
Even if he loses the lawsuit, he can still get [-]% of the fee, which is about [-] Fura, so he has no reason not to laugh.

This is the beauty of the job of a lawyer, especially a divorce lawyer and estate lawyer.

Whether you win or lose, there will be a lot of money in the account.

"Where are we going now?" The woman asked, covering her mouth and nose, "This place stinks too much!"

"Go to the local judiciary first, we have to understand the local inheritance law first, and then it's best to be able to..." He looked around, "We can get help from some capable people in the local area, if someone is willing to help us Talk, then the next thing will be easier."

"A capable person?" Mr. Simon's son repeated, but he didn't quite understand what it meant.

In these years, he has only learned how to lose money, and has not gained some experience because of losses.

The lawyer squeezed out some smiles again, "Yes, some of Mr. Simon's rich friends, some friends in the political circle, they can all help us."

"I don't know if you have heard a sentence!" He uttered a famous warning in a tone full of special emotions, "The outcome is always outside the court!"

"This is what we need..."

A group of people quickly disappeared on the streets of Nagalil. No one knows whether their trip can successfully achieve their goals, maybe they can, maybe they can't.

With the arrival of November, the hot climate in Nagalil has finally begun to cool down. The high temperature has dropped from 24 degrees to [-] degrees every day, and everything has become pleasant.

Sitting in the room, Lynch listened to Aser's report.

During this period of time, he has been around the Mengwu province, and he was not harmed during the turmoil. His identity as a local has prevented him from becoming the target of some people.

This was also a very fresh experience for him, as he almost peed when he heard the tribunes rushing towards the hotel shouting "deport foreigners" or "kill foreigners".

But when people rushed past him, he realized that he was from Nagalil.

(End of this chapter)