blackstone code

Chapter 653 When there is hope, you will be weak
Life is so... weird.

Former Director Johnson would never have imagined that he was about to retire, but suddenly had a new child, a little boy.

He originally thought that he would not have much affection for that little boy. After all, he is so old that he can no longer be a good father. He has also seen too many complicated and cold sides of society. He will not keep up with the little boy. Too much "family affection".

But when he saw the baby holding his finger and looking at him, his heart was touched.

He is not a strong person, not a rude person, on the contrary, he sometimes behaves a little... well, maybe it is weak, the guys in the bureau used to say this in secret, not tough enough, that is to say weak?

He still has a very delicate side. At that moment, his inner emotions were ignited by a new life.

A flame that had been out of his life for decades was rekindled, and he went back and had a showdown with his wife, saying these things, and now he and his wife are separated.

His wife and his other children still live in Sabine City. They have lived there for many years, living, working, relatives and friends, and all the necessary contacts with society are there. Adding these things, they have no come along.

Only Johnson, Michael's wife and that little life lived here in the capital.

In the early morning, the sun pierced through the thick atmosphere and sprinkled golden light on the ground. Director Johnson slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he did after opening his eyes was to go to the nursery to see his child.

Seeing him sleeping extraordinarily sweetly, Johnson had some uncontrollable smiles on his face, and he gently touched the child's little face with his rough fingers.

He didn't know how to describe that feeling. At the beginning, he couldn't feel any touch at all. He was too old, both his flesh and nerves were already aging, so old that he could hardly feel what his fingers touched. .

But now, with the help of some strange power, he could feel that the soft little face, which was like a cloud in the sky, was slightly concave under the touch of his fingers.

"You are really an angel!" He withdrew his hand, afraid that he would hurt this little guy, and the love in his eyes overflowed undisguised.

His awakening also awakened the woman sleeping next to him. She stood at the door and looked at Johnson and the child in the crib. Her emotions were a little complicated and subtle, but overall, at least she and her eldest son It is possible to live as in the past.

You can't expect a young, fertile woman who has no social experience and no special skills to find a job, and it's at a time like this.

It is difficult for them to do anything other than get a flesh and blood job and exchange their dignity for money to support themselves and their children.

Fortunately, there is Johnson.

Little Michael is now transferred to a private school in the capital. Johnson is now a consultant researcher for the State Taxation Bureau. With his relationship, a good private school in the capital gave little Michael a full bursary, exempting him from all studies cost.

A new environment helped little Michael reshape his personality, according to his therapist.

Speaking of the psychiatrist, she has to thank her boyfriend Johnson now. The combination of power and wealth is like a pass for omnipotence in this world. Under the guidance of the new psychiatrist, little Michael gradually became cheerful again. Get up, except sometimes he will sit in front of her vanity mirror in a daze.

Maybe it was Johnson's fingertips that made the baby feel aroused from sleep, or maybe it was the light reflected from the clear sky outside the window that disturbed him, and he began to cry.

The woman walked over immediately, and without any shyness, untied the belt on the nightgown, revealing the breakfast. She carefully picked up the child, gave him food, and comforted him.

Looking at the mother and child and feeling the pulse of a "family" that gave birth to a new life, Johnson also had a little more smile on his face.

It would be even better if there was no doorbell.

"I'll go see who's there..." Before he left, he gently closed the door of the baby room, quickly came to the entrance, and opened the door.

This is a mid-range community, where the middle class and public officials working in the government live. The defense of the community is very strong, and the facilities are not bad. He is not worried that someone will trouble him. Those thugs even I can't even get in the door.

It's just that at the moment the door was opened, his expression froze slightly, and then slowly disappeared.

"It seems that I am not very welcome." The smile on Lynch's face was the same as the bright sunshine, not so dazzling, but golden, "Mr. Johnson, you seem to be a little dissatisfied with my arrival?"

"dissatisfied?"

"No, nothing, we are good friends, remember, you said!" Johnson took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and just blocked the middle of the door frame.

His behavior meant that Lynch wasn't welcome in, "Shall we... take a walk?", he suggested.

Lynch glanced into the house and then withdrew his gaze. There was a woman and a baby inside, he knew this.

Having money can solve many things in the Federation, including finding out some secrets that others don't know.

He didn't mean to force Johnson. After nodding, the two walked along the road in the community.

"Good morning, gentlemen..."

A woman walking towards him lingered on Lynch's face for a moment, then greeted him, and the two men responded one after another.

A half-grown boy who is delivering newspapers on a bicycle has a happy smile on his face. The old man mowing the lawn on the side of the road is fighting for the lawn mower and scolding the puppy who treats the lawn mower like a monster and wants to fight. Not far away A middle-aged homeowner in , was chatting with his neighbors while watering the flowers that were about to bloom in the yard.

Everything is bathed in the sun, and this place seems to be the most beautiful place in the world, no worries, no worries, everyone is polite, generous...

Lynch's attention was withdrawn from the surrounding environment, he looked at the end of the street in the distance, and walked aimlessly forward, "Old Fox was captured by the State Taxation Bureau yesterday, did you know?"

Johnson raised the steps in mid-air and was about to fall. With just such a pause, he was one step behind Lynch. He followed closely and denied, "I rarely go to the tax office. I don't have any specific work to do." We usually only go there when someone calls and needs us to go.”

"Other than that, I almost only go there when I get paid, so I don't really know what you're talking about."

The old Mr. Fox is Lynch's partner. This matter is not a big secret. Almost everyone in Sabine City knows the relationship between him and Lynch.

As soon as he heard that the old Fox was arrested by the State Taxation Bureau, Johnson immediately thought of the previous case in his head.

After all, there was such a big commotion at the time that even the Federal Taxation Administration and the cabinet had their voices heard, and it still happened in his jurisdiction at that time, so it is impossible for him to forget it!

It's just that at that time, they were trapped by the pressure of public opinion, and finally they chose to stop and make peace. However, it is a fact that Lynch made the tax bureau lose face. It is a real thing that happened. Maybe some people will forget it, but others will remember it live.

Now someone is trying to settle accounts with them, and Mr. Johnson, the current consulting researcher, even thinks this is normal.

As one of the most special departments of the Federation, it is vindictive.

There were some strange fluctuations in his heart. Before Lynch could speak, Johnson said, "I really want to help you, but look at me now. I have nothing, not even the right to speak."

"So sorry, I can't help you with this matter."

He picked himself out early, not wanting to be involved in the whirlpool.

Now for Johnson, watching his youngest son grow up little by little and feeling a new growth is the happiest thing for him.

And he will soon be able to get a monthly pension of 750 yuan, which is enough for his family to continue living here. He doesn't want to make himself regret because of certain problems.

With a smile on Lynch's face, he tilted his head and glanced sideways at the old man who was half a head shorter than himself, "No, you can help me, you just need to do two things for me."

Johnson frowned and reiterated, "Listen, I..."

Lynch stopped and looked at him, the smile on his face gradually narrowed, giving off a serious and terrifying feeling, "Director Johnson, I respect you very much, but I also hope you can respect me. Don't interrupt me before I finish speaking, okay?"

He looked directly into Johnson's eyes, which made Johnson, who was about to refuse again, feel another kind of pressure. He was silent for a few seconds, looked away, and nodded, "Sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you. "

Lynch's smile returned to his face, and he continued to move forward, while Johnson followed closely behind him.

"I want you to do two things for me."

"The first thing, help me find out, who is behind these things, who is in charge of the work here... Well, this may become two things, but I believe that as long as you find out either Answer, another answer will naturally appear."

"The second thing is to help me pass a sentence to Old Fox, telling him that I will always remember the friendship between me and him, and at the same time wish our friendship long live."

Lynch spread his hands as he spoke, "Look, two simple things, will you reject me?"

Obviously Lynch didn't look at Johnson, but the latter still felt a sense of discomfort, as if a gaze was locked on him.

In a trance, he felt like a rabbit on the hillside. Although there was a peaceful and beautiful scenery around him, there was always a feeling of fright.

For rabbits, danger comes from above.

For him, danger comes from around him.

After about seventeen eighty-nine twenty seconds, Johnson said shyly, "I'll try..."

(End of this chapter)