blackstone code

Chapter 656
"You have gained my friendship, Mr. Director." Before getting out of the car, Lynch reminded.

The Federal Taxation Service is indeed a very useful knife, but unfortunately, the knife does not have its own thoughts. As long as the knife is taken away from others, not to mention used for oneself, at least it will no longer pose a threat to oneself.

As for the statement similar to "the knife grows in the hand", those who put forward this concept must have never considered the problem of those whose palms become knives go to the toilet.

Standing outside the car, the moonlight and neon lights made Lynch's face visible, and he said goodbye to the assistant director sitting in the cab with a smile.

"Thank you very much for understanding what I said to me, and I suggest that some things can be postponed..."

"Sorry to interrupt your dinner, goodbye, Mr. Director!"

At this time, a blatant car without a license plate came quickly and stopped on the side of the road. Lynch turned and stepped into the car, and then the car disappeared into the night.

The assistant director looked at the sticky drink on his body and the fried chicken soaked by the drink. He slapped the steering wheel vigorously. The harsh sound of the car horn covered the swear words in his mouth. Everything was thrown out the window.

I don't know if it's the food he's scolding, or Lynch...

Everything is under control.

At the same time, a middle-aged man named Dyson, who is less than 60 years old, is leaning over a woman in her 30s and 40s to strengthen her exercise, and he is covered in sweat.

The woman lying on the bed didn't have any expression, her eyes were empty, without charm, as if... she had lost her soul.

Dyson was lucky. In the past two years, he met an interesting person. He dragged him to register a company and gave him [-]% of the share every month, but he could not manage the company.

He had heard of such things. He was still a homeless man at that time, and there were many talents in the group of homeless men. He knew what it meant.

It doesn't matter to him even if he goes to jail, anyway, his life has always been hard, and it is a gift to enjoy one more day.

Since then, he has been able to get various dividends ranging from thousands to tens of thousands every month. Sometimes he also wonders if he can get more from the company if he fights for it. After all, it is under his name. named company.

But this kind of thing can only be thought about, he is not the opponent of those people, he has self-knowledge.

After he got rich, his life became much better. For example, he rented a big house near a park where homeless people gather. Now that the real estate has entered the cold winter, he can rent a big house without spending much money. very good.

Secondly, he also formed a small family. At the beginning of last year, two female homeless women, one big and one small, came to the park. female relationship.

The older woman is relatively normal, but the younger girl seems to have a brain problem. It is said that it was caused by a fever. She is unable to work and can only receive a disability subsidy of less than 40 yuan a month from the Sabine City Government.

The woman's husband abandoned them long ago, and the woman herself lost her job, all her property was taken away by the bank, and she had to come out to wander.

She tried to sell her dignity to enrich her daughter before, but those people thought that even her daughter would not be spared.

After knowing this, Dyson "adopted" the two women, providing them with a place to live, hot water, stable food, and sometimes pocket money.

And what they have to do is to clean up the home, while the older women provide Dyson with some warmth within their capabilities.

Maybe he was a little tired from exercising. Dyson sat next to the woman. He picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips.

It just so happened that at this time, the fool's daughter came in, looked at the two people on the bed with a smirk, and just stood by the door and watched.

The woman quickly picked up the thin quilt to cover her body, scolded a few words, and the girl left.

Seeing the trembling buttocks of the girl when she left, Dyson swallowed. He glanced at the woman, "How did you think about what I told you last time?"

The woman's lifeless eyes were suddenly filled with vigilance, "I haven't thought it through yet, and this kind of thing... I can't accept it!"

"It's better to make me cheaper than others!", he said bluntly, "Listen, it's very difficult for her to marry a normal person like this, she can only marry a homeless man in the square or park, or even become everyone's 'toy'. "

"It's better to leave it to me to treat others roughly, at least I will be gentle, and..."

He took another sip of his wine, "I don't have a wife or children. After I die, everything I have will be left to you. These at least can guarantee you a stable living environment."

"You can think about it slowly, but my patience has a limit."

As he spoke, he put on his clothes, and left the room with a wine bottle, leaving only the woman with a painful face sitting there.

His purpose of adopting this mother and daughter was to eat everything, and he was already impatient after waiting for so long.

As soon as Dyson arrived in the park, homeless people began to greet him, and he was also a figure here.

Although everyone doesn't know how he got rich, but he has not forgotten the old brothers here, who often bring some wine to share with everyone, and are deeply loved by people.

The homeless are partly homeless because of money and partly because of alcohol.

He wandered around outside, watching the sky getting late, and after saying goodbye to those old friends, he walked towards the house where he lived. Apart from the wine, he only had the young and hot body in his mind.

Thinking of a certain sense of taboo that doesn't actually exist, but still exists faintly, his body becomes hot and his mouth becomes parched.

Don't wait, even tonight, even with some excessive means, he spent a lot of money on the mother and daughter, which is enough for him to maintain a stripper in a strip bar!
He squeezed the wine bottle in his hand and took another sip.

There was a kind of redness on his face, which was so red that it turned black. I don't know if it was because of the weather or because he didn't wash his face often.

At the last intersection, less than 20 meters away from where he lived, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist, and he didn't realize the pain until he took two steps.

He stretched out his hand to touch it and looked down. It was hot and hot and red. He looked back at his clothes again. He couldn't see anything in the night, but the skin on his lower back felt a terrible pain. It feels like being scalded by boiling water.

He turned around in horror, and saw a boy, a boy who was only twelve, three or four years old.

He was wearing a camel-colored cap with beige checkered stripes and a brown-gray vest. He held a sharp knife in his hand.

He stabbed Dyson a few more times, and the blood spread faster. The severe sense of imbalance made it difficult for him to walk in a straight line. He took a few steps forward while clutching his wound and fell heavily on the ground.

The boy walked up to him, rummaged through his pockets, found some money and put it in his own pocket, then walked forward slowly with the dagger in hand.

About 5 minutes later, the police found him on the side of the road.

He didn't resist, didn't struggle, and even threw away the knife in his hand when he saw the police coming, and then knelt on the ground with his hands raised high.

He remained silent the whole time, and the police pinned him to the ground, handcuffed him, and stuffed him into a car.

There is no doubt that this is another robbery and murder.

Today, when the socio-economic recession is severe and there are more and more unemployed people, the incidence of various public security cases will be much higher than normal. This is because many people have lost the cost of survival, and they have to take risks.

Compared with others being hurt, at least they themselves can survive. This is selfish and criminal, but it is also the instinct of species eager to live.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Master Lin, absolutely nothing.

The mist in the morning only appeared for a short time before dissipating completely. Some scientists believe that this is not a fog formed by the condensation of water molecules in the conventional sense, but a fog formed by dust.

The environmental problems of the Federation have indeed been serious in recent years, and this has been even more so in the past half a year.

Cement factories all over the country are working overtime. Obviously, the economy is not very good, but the construction does not seem to be completely stopped.

This also gave the Environment Agency and some non-governmental sanitation organizations a place to play their own value. They either made surprise inspections here or went there to make troubles all day long.

Early in the morning, some sanitation organization personnel wearing brown logos with green backgrounds appeared on the street holding signs and parading. It seemed that they had found a new target.

Joining various organizations at such a difficult time is also a way of making ends meet, especially joining various organizations on Bu Pain's side, some of the pay is better than work.

At this moment, they suddenly yelled loudly at the luxury convoy on the side of the road, waving the signs in their hands vigorously, and some even ran towards the convoy emotionally, trying to intercept the convoy.

But it's a pity that the speed of the convoy didn't slow down, and some people had to step aside cursing as they were about to be hit.

"These people are getting more and more annoying..."

In the car, Mr. Truman made a comment.

Lynch came to Bupain after dealing with the affairs in York State. There were some finishing work there, which were of little value and could be completed without him. His real battlefield was in Bupain.

If you don't deal with the people behind the tricks, even if you deal with the matter of the York State Taxation Bureau, it may not be long before the York State Bureau of Investigation will jump out.

If you don't fix the troublemakers, the troubles will keep coming.

Mr. Truman personally picked up Lynch. He is still on "vacation", so he has more time to deal with some private matters.

"It's all about the money." Lynch commented pertinently.

The birth of environmental protection organizations did not stem from human beings’ guilt towards nature and self-awakening—human beings are not so sacred, and they were actually born out of the struggle between capital and capital.

It’s just that some fools really believe it. They never think about where the money for this kind of non-profit organization’s various activities every year comes from. They have been brainwashed by “justice”.

The convoy didn't stop in the city, and went directly to the villa area in the middle of the mountain. Finally, the two entered Lynch's big villa together.

Sitting in the spacious study, Lynch sat beside Mr. Truman with two glasses of wine, and asked a question, "Do you want to impress those people?"

(End of this chapter)