blackstone code

Chapter 667 Natural Protection

Big shots don't want to go off in person.

There is no doubt about this, how did those who arrested Henghui do it?

The local investigation bureau, the tax bureau, the police station and the security committee dispatched together, without giving any chance to Henghui's top management, they were all arrested, and then thrown into a secret prison.

Immediately afterwards, the progress of some cases was announced to the public, and finally, those people all admitted their faults in front of the judge.

It is worth noting that the court hearing is not open to the public. In other words, no one knows whether the high-level officials of the Henghui Group who stood in the dock of the court that day were the high-level officials of the Henghui Group, or whether it was just a "show".

It was the same when Ristoane fell down. The local bureau of investigation, the tax bureau, and the police station were dispatched together, and they were not given any chance at all.

But look at it now, only the state tax bureau is running this case. The police chief doesn't know who is behind the scenes to promote this matter, but this matter will definitely not have the result they want.

If a special agent of the state tax bureau, or simply a state tax bureau, could pull down a large company, the federation would have achieved equality for everyone.

"Whose phone number?"

Fern sat on the sofa and chatted with a young and beautiful girl. A few years ago, they were shivering under the shadow of the newspaper head, but now they had put on formal clothes and enjoyed various pleasures in high-end places.

All because they followed the right people.

The more suffering people are, the more they understand the value of sweetness, and the less willing they are to return to the bitter days.

This is different from those children who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. They were born in a honeypot and have never tasted bitterness, so that they sometimes naively think that suffering is the true meaning of life and yearn for it.

Of course, they do have willful capital, but not every regret after willfulness can be fulfilled.

The Brothers Grimm never thought of starting their own business, they were not that kind of material, and their friendship with the big men in the city was all based on the bond of "Mr. Lynch".

Without Lynch, no one will meet them, and at the same time their money, status, all kinds of things come from Lynch, they simply don't have the foundation to have ambition.

A life without burdens is, on the contrary, very happy.

Nuo Er, with a cigarette in his mouth, wrapped a wad of high-profile money in his hand with a rubber band and threw it on the table. It was almost the end of the month, and it was time for everyone to share the money.

The eyes of the rest of the room were on the piles of bills on the table, no one knew which one was theirs, but they all wanted the most.

"It's the chief of police..." He raised his hand and took off the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He slightly squeezed his eyes and tilted his head to blow out the smoke, not wanting to be infected by the smoke. "He said that someone is investigating us, I have to speak to Mr. Lynch."

He pointed to the door, and the rest of the room got up and left, obedient whether they wanted to or not, because that was the prerogative of the Brothers Grimm.

They dare to kill and arrange for others to kill. Whether it is the children in the past, or the children and adults in the future, they all have a kind of fear of the two half-grown teenagers.

These days, there are many people who are ruthless, but very few dare to attack. After all, the Federation is a country ruled by law—this is not a joke!

Only Noel and Fern were left in the room, and even Fern's female companion was kicked out by him.

Noel straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.

Others said he was ruthless, and looked at him with fear in his eyes, but when he needed to face Lynch, he was also afraid in his heart.

He didn't know why, but he was afraid. No matter whether Lynch was angry or smiling, he would scare the two brothers. Maybe they smelled a more tragic smell from Lynch.

After the phone rang a few times, it was connected, and Lynch's gentle voice came from inside, "I'm Lynch..."

Noel was originally sitting on a chair. Hearing his inexplicable nervousness, he stood up. He walked to the window with his hands on his forehead and said in a low voice, "Mr. Lynch, I'm Noel, the Sabine City Police The bureau chief called me and said someone was investigating us."

"Investigate you, what do you have to investigate?" Lynch was a little surprised at first, but he quickly realized, "Is it someone from the State Taxation Bureau?"

"I'm not sure." Noel told the truth, not daring to lie.

Lynch's voice didn't change much, but Noel felt that the last half of his sentence was already full of anger. Could this be a natural intuition?

Lynch laughed a few times, and ran to his territory to investigate him openly. This was no longer a humiliation, but a matter of survival.

If anyone can investigate him without incident and try to get some explosive news from him, Sabine City will be in chaos in the future.

If he doesn't deal with it, others will think that he is afraid, that he is not as tough as imagined, and that he dare not speak up even if he is violated.

Look at what the capitalists in the Federation usually do. Even if those ordinary people take a penny more from them, they will spend tens of thousands of 10,000+ hundreds of thousands to sue this ordinary person for bankruptcy.

When dealing with the federal government, they will attack wildly, incite public opinion, directly bribe the top to fire those people, and even support their political opponents without limit.

After half a minute of silence, Lynch made a decision, "I heard that there have been traffic accidents in Sabine City recently. Fortunately, no one died. You should also be careful when you travel in the future."

Noel nodded vigorously, "I know what to do, Mr. Lynch, and the chief of police sends you his regards."

"I see……"

After hanging up the phone, Noel looked at Fern, and the two of them knew each other's thoughts as soon as their eyes touched. They were brothers.

Fern strode towards the door, took his coat from the hanger, put it on, and left the office.

At the same time, Qingpilian who came out of the police station was restless on the street.

The lack of cooperation of the local law enforcement agencies made him very uncomfortable. He underestimated Lynch's status in the eyes of the local government and overestimated the prestige of the state tax bureau here.

He has entrusted the Assistant Director of the State Taxation Bureau to contact the FBI to issue a assisted investigation report, and offer a reward for the wanted header throughout the state.

Whether or not the masthead can be found is not very hopeful. Maybe the bastard has fled to other states, and even as Michael guessed, he has already been disposed of by Lynch.

This is just an attempt, and the real way to crack it is still on those newsboys.

He looked at the file in his hand and picked out a child, a girl.

This girl has biological parents, and two older brothers above her. They were all sent to different places by the couple to do child labor. With a stable family background and a girl, it should be easy to pry them out.

He quickly made a decision to get in the car, the car started slowly, and he skillfully observed the surrounding situation through the rearview mirror. Just as he was crossing the second intersection, a car running a red light suddenly hit him in his car.

The momentary huge impact made his brain go blank, and his whole body was knocked from the cab to the co-pilot's seat.

Fortunately, the other party braked in time, otherwise it would be hard to imagine how tragic the ending would be.

Just when he checked his body to make sure that he was not bleeding, someone suddenly approached the co-pilot's window and whispered to him, "We will brake this time, but not next time."

"This is not your territory, where do you come from and where do you go back, you are not welcome here..."

When he suddenly turned around to look at the person who spoke, the guy had already turned his back to him and left quickly.

Qingpilian struggled to catch up, but the moment the car door was pushed open, he fell to the ground. The violent impact made his balance temporarily out of control. He struggled twice but failed to get up, so he could only give up in the end.

It didn't take long for police cars and ambulances to appear. He grabbed the hand of one policeman, pointed at the bleeding driver in another car, and said, "He did it on purpose, he did it on purpose!"

"This is murder!"

He was really terrified. At that moment just now, he had a feeling that he was about to die. That feeling can't be described accurately. It may be the instinct of a creature when facing death. life is coming to an end.

He never thought that he would die in such a rural place. He was still young and had a bright future. How could he die here?

But when the messenger appeared, his fear was increased.

Naturally occurring accidents do not happen every day, but murders do.

At this time, he grabbed the policeman's hand, pointed at the driver who was probably in the same group as those people, and kept yelling.

The policeman then dragged the driver out of the cab and threw him on a stretcher. The policeman shook his head and said to Qingpilian, "He didn't intend to kill you, he just drank too much..."

In the Commonwealth, there is no relevant law on drinking and driving, because all walks of life and all walks of life in this period are drinking alcohol.

Especially those middle and upper classes of society, they are either drinking or on the way to drinking - driving to drink.

If the relevant laws are introduced, these people will have to spend an extra penny to hire a full-time driver. This is an extra expense. The purpose of their power is not to cause trouble for themselves.

There may be one in the future, but there is no such law yet.

He watched in disbelief as the police let the "murderer" leave just like that. What was even more outrageous was that the police found him, "Your accent is not local, please show your driver's license..."

At this time, Qingpilian really felt a kind of coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow. He vaguely knew that all of this had something to do with his investigation of Lynch.

　I used to write about the feeling of near death until I experienced it myself.

One day in the middle of the night, I was suddenly enveloped by a strong breath of death. I didn't dare to close my eyes all night. At that time, I only had one feeling, that feeling that I would die anytime, anywhere.

It's not uncomfortable or painful, but I know I'm going to die.

After consultation, the doctor said that it might be coronary artery ischemia, but there was no such problem after angiography, and the specific cause is still unknown.

　
(End of this chapter)