blackstone code

Chapter 663 Direction
"hiss……"

"call……"

Michael, who propped up his strong body vigorously, took a deep breath, supported his body, and then exhaled that breath.

From being unadapted at the beginning to now being fully adapted to the seemingly boring and simple, but actually simple and fulfilling life here, he has begun to not be at a loss as he was at the beginning.

Serious work, exercise, study and relaxation every day, life in prison makes everyone's every day extraordinarily regular.

What to do and when to do it every day have been arranged. There is a degree of relaxation and self-discipline in work and rest. Almost most people will gain weight after they come in, and Michael is no exception.

Without those bad living habits outside and he has been exercising his body, he has become a lot stronger. Even people who know him are unlikely to recognize him at the first sight when they see him at this time.

Life in the prison is not really that good. Various bullying phenomena are very common here. The federal public prison management system adopts a high degree of autonomy as the main structure of management, that is, prisoners control prisoners.

Prison guards generally don't directly interfere with conflicts between prisoners, as long as they don't cause casualties, they will turn a blind eye to ordinary fights.

In this case, whether you want to enrich yourself or protect yourself, being strong is a must.

Beads of sweat rolled down his almost fat-free skin, and every push-up could reveal the changes in the texture of the muscle fibers under his skin, and he persisted.

Beside him, Garp was also exercising.

Garp worked out purely to be attracted to Michael, and any man would want to look more like a man than a sissy.

No one dares to bully him in this prison, because he is now the chief accountant in the prison, helping the warden and prison guards with various accounting-related tasks. In the ruling class of the prison, he is a big treasure , anyone who wanted to provoke or bully him had been pinched by the prison guards in the small black room.

Even Michael has taken his light, and now these two are the most special duo in prison.

At this time, the prison guard suddenly came outside the cell, with one hand on his waist, and the other hand holding a baton and poking the steel bars on the door, making a knocking sound.

"Michael, someone is visiting the prison..."

Michael was stunned for a moment, and he straightened his arms while retracting his abdomen and shrunk his legs. He took a towel from the edge of the bed and wiped off the sweat on his body. While changing his clothes, he asked, "Can you tell me who it is first?" ?"

According to federal prison regulations, in order to respect the most basic rights of prisoners, prisoners have the right to refuse to be visited.

The prison guard tilted his head, "Federal Revenue Service."

His tone was a bit... like disdain, but it was more of sour envy and jealousy. They were all federal government employees, and the people from the Federal Taxation Bureau were just a little more flamboyant than prison guards like them.

Where to show the license plate and say "Federal Tax Administration", 90.00% of the people will admit it, but the prison guard?
After they get out of prison, they are no different from ordinary people, and sometimes they are not even willing to talk about their jobs.

Michael looked at Garp, nodded, and followed the guards fully dressed to the visiting room.

He and Garp had discussed before that no matter which one of them went out first, they would find a way to help the other party apply for a commutation of sentence. This can be regarded as a special friendship in this special place and in a special period.

When Michael came to the visiting room, he realized that the person in front of him was not the Director Johnson he knew, but a middle-aged man he didn't know, who looked younger than him.

"Are you Michael?" The guy who was still wearing sunglasses in the room couldn't help taking off his sunglasses, and looked up and down at the guy who was covered in muscles and almost had "I'm strong" written on his forehead.

When he was flipping through Michael's file, he was just a middle-aged man with a medium build and a bit puffy, like most low-level investigators.

They don't need much professional training, they don't need to maintain their figure, they often go to have dinner with some investigators between violations and non-violations, and they like to eat some high-calorie junk food.

But the guy in front of him is completely different from the photo on the file, and the green-skinned face didn't recognize him at the first time.

It wasn't until he took out Michael's file, compared the faces of the two people, and found more and more similarities, that he was sure that the guy in front of him was Michael himself.

"You have changed a lot!"

Michael pulled the chair casually and sat down, "If you stay here for two years, you will be like me."

"Where's Johnson?"

Qingpilian didn't sit down, but stood, with his hands in his arms, and looked down at Michael, "Johnson has been promoted to the state taxation bureau as a consultant researcher, and someone else is now the director of Sabine City taxation bureau."

"I'm here this time because there are some things that need your cooperation."

Michael was in a daze, "Has he retired?"

He said with a wry smile, "Yeah, it's been two years, and it's almost time to give way to the people behind. After working for a lifetime, he was finally kicked away..."

He didn't have this kind of emotion before. At that time, he still thought about taking over from Director Johnson, let alone whether he was the one who kicked Director Johnson away.

Thinking about it now, I still have a lot of emotion, especially that Director Johnson has already half-retired, which means that some of the things they said before have nothing to do with them-the Special Talents Recruitment Act.

This is actually a bad news, because Michael doesn't know whether the new director will fish him out, there is not much relationship between them, and he also made Sabine City Taxation Bureau ashamed.

Thinking of this, he became irritable.

Seeming to see what Michael was worried about, Qingpilian asked directly, "You are worried about whether you can go out early, right?"

When Michael talked about Johnson, Greenface knew what he was thinking.

In fact, the Special Talents Requisition Act is more often used by the FBI. In order to solve some cases, they sometimes become irrational and have no bottom line. In that case, it is easy to violate the law.

It is also very useful when dealing with tainted witnesses or criminals with real skills. The former may not be able to apply for the president's pardon, but this bill can also solve a lot of their worries.

On the contrary, those who are truly skilled and most suitable for this bill receive the least attention from this bill.

After all, who would apply for an executive order for a criminal without a profit motive?
Michael didn't speak, but Qingpilian smiled, he knew he had guessed right, "Let me introduce myself, I am a special investigator of the State Taxation Bureau, I can help you apply for the special talent expropriation act, and at the same time I can also ask the judge Plead for mercy, prove that you played a key role in the investigation of the case in my hands, and there is a high probability that I will give you a good sentence reduction."

"You have to take your chances, Michael, not everyone is as talkative as I am."

Michael didn't hesitate for too long, "I have no other choice but to trust you, what do you want from me?"

Qingpilian pursed his lips, "Do you remember Lynch?"

"Lynch?" Michael's expression flashed a look of reminiscence. If he knew that Lynch was so difficult to deal with, he would rather not know this guy.

The prison is not completely isolated from the outside world. There is a TV in the common room, and they can also subscribe to newspapers and communicate with the outside world.

Lynch's subsequent rapid development and the peak he reached not long ago - "Mr. Ten Billion", are telling Michael the fact that whether he wants to revenge Lynch or not, he doesn't have much hope in this life.

And as a tax officer, he is also very clear that after reaching this scale, if there is no figure on the same level as Lynch or even higher to stand up and take the initiative to bring down Lynch, relying solely on the government under the federal government It is very difficult for the agency to make Lynch fall.

Only when other big figures who are about the same size as him want to deal with him, the tax bureau or the investigation bureau or other things can play a certain role. The real decisive person is not the law enforcement agency itself, but the person behind it.

"Yes, I remember him, what happened to him?", Michael

"Someone reported him for tax evasion, and we are launching a comprehensive investigation on him. When I looked through the files, I found that you had participated in the investigation of Lynch, and it was before he became famous."

"It was a very special period of time. Lynch may not be as difficult to deal with as he is now. Maybe you can provide something I don't know, such as some evidence or something."

Michael didn't think about it for too long, "I don't know much about Lynch, I just know that he laundered money with a loan shark called 'Fox', and he helped Fox launder Fox's money by providing Fox with legal income .”

"There must be an interest relationship between the two of them. Lynch quickly accumulated his initial capital in this way, but because of some reasons... I came in, and I couldn't continue with that case."

Qingpilian frowned, "Fox has been brought to the case, but he only admits his own affairs, refuses to admit that he has had an interest relationship with Lynch, and does not admit that he laundered money through the method provided by Lynch. He is responsible for it alone. With all the charges, we have no way to open the gap from Fox."

"If you think about it carefully, there are other important evidences, and the thinking is fine."

Michael didn't expect Fox to be like this... He didn't know how to put it, taking the blame was admirable behavior for most people serving time in prison, and each of them wanted someone who could take the blame companion.

But that's what investigators hate most, and it means someone gets away with it.

During nearly 3 minutes of thinking, Michael provided an important clue, "In the interest chain of Fox and Lynch's joint money laundering, there is another link of participants, that is, those newspaper boys!"

(End of this chapter)