blackstone code

Chapter 510 Imprisoned is not freedom
"I hate everything here, I can't wait to get out of here!"

In the hotel room, Mr. Simon's wife was whining.

She wanted to watch TV to pass the time, but what she didn't expect was that she had watched all the TV in the hotel two days ago.

After asking the front desk of the hotel, she found out that Nagalil does not have its own TV station, and naturally it is impossible to have any real-time updated TV programs. The content on the TV in the hotel actually comes from video tapes.

These videotapes will be replaced once a week, but considering the cost, there is actually not much content. You can watch all the new content in a day or two at most, and you have to watch the programs you have already seen repeatedly in the rest of the time. .

It is said that there are some Nagalilians who have a little money and have no relationship with foreigners. They will stay in the hotel for two days a week just to watch these TV programs. This is becoming a A new business popular in Nagalil.

But these are somewhat unsatisfactory for mothers and children from developed countries.

She turned off the TV and brought a bottle of wine, she needed to relax, just after she had just taken a few sips, the young man who had been standing by the window suddenly walked towards the door of the room.

"What are you going to do?", she asked.

"I'm going out to relax, you won't stop me?" He looked at his mother, who swallowed what he wanted to say under his gaze.

She shook her head, "Of course not, I mean...you can bring me some spirits when you come back."

This is a good way to avoid her previous action of calling out her child.

"Of course I will."

The young man walked out of the room, he would not be stupid enough to really stay in the room all night, he is the kind of person who can't sit still, today he is unlucky enough, he needs a little stimulation to stop all the unhappiness today here.

At this time, the impulsive cadre in the lobby on the first floor was also in trouble, he was stopped by the hotel staff,
"We can't let you in if you don't have a good reason, sir!"

The hotel staff stopped the impulsive cadre who was about to take the elevator in time. First, the staff in the lobby had never seen this local person here.

The high-end hotels in Nagalil actually have an unwritten and unspoken rule, that is, they do not serve the local bottom of society, they only serve foreigners and the local rich.

The cheap clothes worn by the impulsive cadre and the hair, sideburns and beard that have not been carefully groomed make him look like he is not a member of the upper class. Naturally, it is impossible for the hotel to allow an inferior person to disturb the VIPs who are resting.

Secondly, now is a very sensitive time. Although the conflict between locals and foreigners has subsided, it is still at a relatively tense stage.

The hotel received a lot of foreigners. The hotel must ensure that the problem will not be in this hotel, so any possible threats must be prevented.

Two staff members stopped the impulsive cadres, and at the same time, several security guards with rubber sticks stood not far away and stared at them.

This is the first trouble an impulsive cadre encounters. The second trouble is that he only knows where the people he is looking for come from and what their names are, but he doesn't know what they look like.

This sounds a little funny..., but it is the most real situation for him at this time, drinking and making mistakes.

In silence, the hotel staff and security were getting closer and closer to him. If he could not answer any valuable answers, these people would politely "invite" this compatriot out and possibly let him Can't continue to make trouble in the hotel in a short time.

At this time, the bell from the elevator attracted people's attention a little bit. People looked towards the elevator, and a well-dressed gentleman was coming out of the elevator.

He also noticed what happened at the door, but he didn't care much. He only cared about how much money he would spend to find short-term happiness in this city. Maybe the manager of the hotel could give him some help?
Thinking of this, he changed his original thoughts and walked towards the bar. It may be that his actions made the reaction of the impulsive cadres catch up with the rhythm of the current situation a little. He stated his purpose, "I am here to find two people from ... Ladies and gentlemen in this place, I have very important things to talk to them, and there are some things that I am not comfortable telling you."

The young man who was getting the secrets of happiness from the lobby manager was stunned for a moment. He felt that the other party was looking for him, so he looked curiously at the guy who seemed to be in a strange state.

He didn't know this person, and he didn't have many friends in the local area. The only person he might have contact with was that damned half-brother.

The lobby manager who noticed the change in his expression immediately said, "Kick out the irrelevant people, this is not a road, anyone can come!"

However, the young man raised his hand in time, preventing the people in the hotel from driving the impulsive cadre out, but walked a little closer, and said, "I don't know you!"

He really didn't know this person, he said this just out of curiosity, he didn't think a local aborigine could hurt himself under the protection of these staff and those strong security guards, so he wanted to clear up his doubts.

That is to say, let the impulsive cadre know that the guy in front of him is the one who is looking for him, but he is still not completely sure that killing an irrelevant person will arouse the vigilance of the real party. What he wanted to find, he also replied, "I'm here for those legacy."

Although alcohol aroused him and distracted him, but at this moment, his whole body entered a state that he didn't know how to describe.

His concentration was unprecedentedly concentrated, and it seemed that the whole world was only left with the facial expressions of young people, and every slight change in expression was magnified countless times.

When he saw the surprise, confusion, and anger on the other person's face, he knew that this was the person he was looking for.

He thought that the other party would talk to him, but he didn't expect that the lawyer who almost collided with him not long ago would play a role at this time.

To be precise, it was the lawyer's words that played a role at this time. The young man immediately took a step back, and it was this step that prompted the impulsive cadre to draw his gun.

Without hesitation, he drew his gun, aimed, and shot, all in one go, a flower of blood appeared on the young man's body, and the hotel staff were also shocked. They all rushed to the impulsive cadre, and two others rushed to the young man .

The pistol raised by the recoil allowed the impulsive cadre to see the shell casings that had been bounced and the bullets reloaded into the chamber. The moment he fired the second shot, he realized that he was too impatient. He turned his gun and aimed at those who rushed over The man, after taking a few glances at the young man who fell on the ground, left quickly.

Right now, he can only hope that the first shot hit the young man's vitals, causing him enough injuries to kill him. He also hates that the pace of his shooting is so fast that the second shot directly flew away. , did not achieve what he wanted.

The shooting case that happened in the hotel was compiled into materials as quickly as possible and reported to Governor Drago and Lynch.

Compared to Governor Drago's calm "understand", Lynch looked at it seriously.

Since the old king showed noble "patriotic sentiment" at the meeting, Governor Drago's attitude has undergone some subtle and subtle changes.

Lynch actually saw it, but he didn't say it, and Governor Drago needed to overcome it himself.

Lynch called this kind of emotion, which is similar to worrying about gains and losses, "the hypocrisy of a traitor", and it will automatically heal after a while.

"Is anyone dead?" He flipped through the two thin pages of paper in his hand, looked back and forth and threw them on the side table.

A small salon was being held in the room, and some people who had just arrived here in the past few days gathered together to chat with Lynch about investing here.

Lynch needs to point out some directions for them. Doing so seems to help others get rich, but this in itself is also good for Lynch.

The first advantage is that he can take shares in some businesses, as long as his partners are not fools, these shares will eventually form a huge network, controlling the commercial structure of the entire society, until many, many years later, or even forever under his control .

Secondly, only when people continue to make money in Nagalil, will more people invest here, and more people invest, which means that the market here will prosper faster. Lynch's infrastructure Such projects can also enter the long profitable period faster.

So he helps others find a way to make money, which is actually tantamount to helping him establish a profitable channel faster.

The chief of police shook his head, "No, only one person was injured, a shoulder wound. We think the weapons used by the killer may be the ones lost by the police during the turmoil."

Lynch nodded noncommittally, "Then what is the purpose of the shooting? Why would someone take such a big risk to shoot foreigners in a hotel?"

He naturally used the title "foreigner", which would make people think that he is also "one of our own people". In fact, whether it is Lynch or those foreigners like Mr. Simon before, they are all trying to make him Natives accept them.

It's just that Lynch's method is a bit smarter than Mr. Simon's way of recognizing one or more local women and giving birth to a few mixed-race children. He is seeking psychological approval.

"We investigated it, and it may be related to an inheritance dispute, and the owner of the inheritance is still your friend. His name is Simon, maybe you remember."

"Simon?"

Lynch was stunned, "Of course, that's my very good friend!"

(End of this chapter)