blackstone code

Chapter 60 How much strength, how much burden to bear

On the other hand, Commissioner Johnson waited outside the restaurant for a while after leaving the meeting, smoked two cigarettes, and drove to Michael's house with gritted teeth.

Mrs. Michael has finished the treatment in the hospital, her body contusions and trauma have all healed, and the rest is psychological treatment, which may last from three months to half a year, or even longer, depending on the situation.

The lengthy psychological treatment also meant large expenses, and Michael's work had been suspended, cutting off the entire family's income all at once.

Although he still has some money in the bank account, about 2 yuan, there is no way to cope with the various expenses that will follow.

In fact, psychotherapy is a typical disease of the rich in the eyes of ordinary people, especially the poor living in Xiacheng District. Those girls living in the chaotic streets of Xiacheng District almost grew up in all kinds of harassment.

From verbal harassment, to petty harassment, and possibly even violent harassment, it stands to reason that these people are all perverted or self-destructed, but not all of them are like this.

Some of them have indeed gone to self-destruction, but some are still strong and optimistic.

Pain can make people hurt, and it can also give people the courage to yearn for strength. It is only because they are in the dark that they yearn for the light more. The above is all bullshit. Life is to live, and to live must be strong.

When Commissioner Johnson parked his car outside Michael's house, he saw a police car on the side of the road and two police officers who were having afternoon tea.

They just glanced at Chief Johnson and then looked away, continuing to focus on the sweet coffee and chocolate covered doughnuts in their hands.

Although Michael has left the police station, he is still under surveillance and cannot leave the place where he lives unless necessary, and cannot communicate with outsiders alone.

However, since he was also a person with a "license", the police relaxed their supervision of him a little, and he didn't need to have the police on the scene when he talked to others.

Commissioner Johnson has been to Michael's house more than once, several times, and every time he feels that Michael has good luck, a happy family, a harmonious career, and the whole room is filled with an upward and beautiful life.

But this time, the moment he opened the door, a rotten breath poured out of the room like a tomb.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and some windows were also blocked by curtains, probably because of Mrs. Michael's heart disease, Michael was shrouded in darkness.

The door was opened, and the light from the outside came in, making the light in the room brighter obviously, and more details could be seen clearly.

Michael described that he was sitting on the sofa withered. He was obviously thinner than half a month ago, and his whole body was a little thin and deformed.

The disheveled gray stubble on his face made him look sloppy, especially his uncombed hair, which was already a little gray, as if time had fast-forwarded a short distance on him, making him enter the age of old age ahead of schedule.

Michael glanced at Director Johnson, just glanced, then withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the TV screen that was not turned on, probably thinking about something.

A fire of sub-industry rose along the soles of Commissioner Johnson's feet. He was already a good talker in the tax office. He thought that this would make a difference with everyone, but looking at a guy like Michael, he couldn't help but make people angry.

Not to mention the humility that might make people feel degrading, but at least he should show some gratitude or gratitude. When he was in trouble, the chief of his own came to visit him, but he regarded himself as air .

Soon, the anger disappeared again. If he was really angry, he might have been so angry that he was raised by these female cousins.

"What are you doing here?" Michael's tone contained a hint of mockery, "Give me the final sentence?"

Director Johnson was just stunned for a moment, and his eyes were drawn to the newspapers on the coffee table. He knew what the problem was.

In the past two days, the newspapers have been discussing one thing, that is, whether there is some personal feud between Michael and Lynch, and then whether Michael has the possibility of public revenge.

The public revenge has nothing to do with the excessive power of law enforcement. It is still a separate and isolated incident. On the contrary, it is because Michael's private revenge has affected the tax department and the law enforcement department.

In addition, some people linked Michael, Michael Jr. and his son, and Lynch who had reported the theft.

Michael is a sane adult with a clear three-pointed view and independent thinking ability. He is very clear that when the wind of the media starts to change, it means that someone is behind the scenes.

The media obviously want to set him up as a bad example, they can't do it themselves, because their goal is the issue of law enforcement.

Those who can make them change are the people behind them. These people are about to abandon themselves. This is what Michael has gained in the past two days, and therefore he has shown a feeling of resistance to Director Johnson.

Director Johnson remained silent, he didn't know how to speak, but this silence quickly increased the disappointment and despair in Michael's heart, and also made him deeply realize that he didn't scare himself, everything came true, he was abandoned .

His throat suddenly got a little itchy, and his voice became hoarse in an instant, as if there was a layer of sand in his throat, and every word and every letter was filled with obvious graininess.

"why?"

He turned his head to look at Director Johnson, "Why is this happening, whose decision is it?"

Director Johnson's face turned slightly red, he sighed, "The above decision, you make the whole system passive..."

"Passive about to abandon me?" Michael became excited when he said that, his face quickly flushed red, some white spit appeared at the corners of his mouth, his beard was furious, and his mental state didn't seem to be very good.

Looking at Michael who was angry at him, Director Johnson suddenly calmed down and stabilized, and his eyes were changing, making Michael a little incomprehensible and a little scared.

"You've always been impulsive and bad-tempered. I've told you about you more than once..." Director Johnson's voice contained a trace of nostalgia for the old days, "Since I took office as Director, it's been more than ten years since I took office. In this case, complaints against you alone account for more than half of the complaint mailboxes of the entire Sabine City Tax Bureau."

"I like to threaten the target of investigation, I like to do it casually, to insult or even humiliate others, and I often act without formalities. You have too many problems..."

Johnson looked at Michael with a serious expression, "Don't feel that you are wronged, you deserve it, I warned you, but you always do it your way!"

"The times are different. This is a new era. Our society is improving every year. In the past, maybe we haven't cleaned our wildness and savagery, but now we have done it."

"Even if you don't meet Lynch, you will meet G. Chi, or someone like Mickey. If you don't change yourself, you will definitely fall."

"Don't say we abandoned you, you abandoned yourself!"

Director Johnson's remarks made Michael calm again and became depressed. He held his head in pain. He actually knew that what Director Johnson said was right, but once this working style was formed, it was difficult to change.

No, it should be said that it is an inherent concept. In Michael's eyes, criminals have no human rights, and he has indeed strengthened his ideas through several people such as mastheads.

As long as they don't kill them, they will pretend that nothing happened, because they are not clean at all, they dare not speak out, and they will only suffer in silence.

Until he met Lynch, a criminal who used the law and the police as weapons, he was completely planted.

He couldn't figure out why it was Lynch, why it was himself, why it was his family, that bastard didn't follow the rules!
At this moment, the upstairs door opened, and Mrs. Michael, with a sick face, was standing on the edge of the corridor with a worried look. She looked worriedly at the two people in the living room downstairs.

Director Johnson glanced back, he raised his hand and pressed it on Michael's shoulder, pinching...

(End of this chapter)