blackstone code

Chapter 909 Mr. Lynch encounters unspoken rules
I don't know you guys, it's a simple sentence, and it's what bar security guards often say.

Every day some dumb kid thinks he can outwit the security guards and they'll come in through the VIP tunnel with a chick, put on a fake name, pretend to be some VIP who might look a bit like them, and try to get away with it.

This trick... is sometimes useful. For example, when new security guards arrive, they may not be able to remember the appearance of every VIP.

There may also be some VIPs who have not come for several months, or longer, so the security guards will ask them to show their VIP cards.

No one can't carry that kind of thing. In this era of rampant gangs, there is such a saying——

During the day, the police manage the security of the city.

At night, gangs rule the world!
Most of the security guards in the bar have more or less ties to the local gangs, and not everyone can run such a place, and no one will challenge them in this kind of place.

until today.

The security guard stepped up and raised his hand to stop them, "Sorry, I don't..."

He wanted to say "I don't know you, please show your VIP card", but he felt that these people didn't look like they were here for entertainment.

But just such a sentence, there is no chance to finish it.

The guy walking in the front held his arm in a way that he could hardly understand, twisted his body to one side forcefully, and kicked the anti-joint of his leg.

The whole body seemed to be... Kneeling on the ground with one leg, the body and head were pressed down infinitely, and the severe pain even made him feel that his arm was about to fall off!
Just when he was about to say something sternly, something cold appeared on the back of his head, and he knew what it was.

He slowly raised the other hand, retracted the other leg that was on the ground, knelt on the ground with both knees, and then slowly lay down.

He does this job just to make himself look more "gangster". Sometimes people he knows can get a VIP channel from him, but of course VIP treatment is impossible.

This also made him a "man with methods" in the eyes of many friends. He never thought of dedicating his young life to gangs or bar owners.

Fighting between gangs is not a fight between cops and thieves, it really kills!
His body was trembling slightly, which was in stark contrast to his strong appearance, but how many people could remain calm when a gun was pointed at their head?

Either a lunatic or a fool!
Others continued to rush in quickly. The privacy of the VIP passage made it impossible for anyone to pay attention to this place.

After a group of people entered the bar, they had a clear goal. Before they acted, they already knew where the two were.

Kicking the door, covering each other, and raising the gun to pre-shoot after entering the door, all the standard movements are like those learned in the Marine and Land Stormtrooper course.

"Put your hands up!"

Soldiers in plain clothes entered the room. Citizen scientist A and citizen scientist B were standing in front of the stripper, and the air seemed to freeze.

Recruitment is prohibited in all occasions in the Federation, and buying happiness with money is an illegal business in the Federation—here, it means that it is illegal to operate this kind of behavior as a business.

In fact, if a woman needs some financial help and someone is willing to help her, transactions that are not for the purpose of business are allowed.

Like in a strip club, any service beyond the bounds is not allowed, but there are allowed items.

For example... From a judicial point of view, only the communication of special organs can be judged as a necessary process for the exchange of body fluids. If these organs are not used, it is not considered a recruitment.

Hands and mouths don't count. Judges don't think that someone who touches someone is a recruit. Sometimes the federal judiciary is still very flexible.

The two of them were doing this right now, they were stunned for a while, maybe they had never experienced such an embarrassing scene in their life.

Immediately afterwards, the scalp tightened, and the anger became powerless in front of the black holes of the guns.

"Get dressed, everyone!"

The stormtrooper officer who led the team glanced at the girl kneeling on the ground, maybe this girl was the one to join.

Being pointed at by a gun, the three of them did not dare to resist, and they were soon taken out of the bar. Only then did the bar realize that something had happened—a girl was taken away.

They tried to catch up with the group, but the bartender turned them all back when they saw the special license plate.

Military license plate.

You can offend many people in the federation, but you can't offend some people because they don't make sense.

And it's not just as simple as being unreasonable. After they are unreasonable, you have no place to be reasonable. This is the military.

Several cars quickly disappeared into the night. The bar owner was silent for a moment after learning about the incident, and did not pursue the matter any further. He even encouraged the security guard who showed that these people were soldiers and surrendered voluntarily.

If this idiot draws a gun, his bar will be smashed into a sieve.

As for the guests who were taken away?

That's not a problem, as a legitimate businessman, he also hates various criminal organizations...

Two hours later, the three of them were sent into the security zone, and when they got to this place, there was really no one who could save them.

Of course, they also have to face a problem that even they don't know.

Citizen scientist A and citizen scientist B—who contacted you, where do you plan to send the information, and what conditions did the other party promise...

Trembling stripper - who do you serve, have they given you the information, have you sent the information out, and the people behind you...

The military did not use torture, and they seemed to know very well that this was purely because Lynch was looking for them, so they could be locked up for a year or so and released.

I can’t say I’m being abused every day, except that I don’t have freedom, and I have to face the same problem every day. In fact, life here is quite comfortable, no competition, no pressure, and food and housing are all included!
Not long after Lynch returned home, someone came to "visit".

The person who visited was the manager of the service company in the community, and it seemed that he was entrusted by someone.

"Mr. Lynch..." The manager was a middle-aged male in his 40s, with a decent appearance, and looked a little humble when he smiled.

Of course, if he doesn't smile, he looks a little harsh, a man who is very suitable for the job of "manager".

He has some gifts in his hands, some small pastries, and when he visits someone's home in the Commonwealth, no matter what the purpose is, he must bring some gifts with him. This is etiquette.

Lynch asked the maid to go up and pick up the things, and invited him into the living room.

"It's presumptuous to come to visit you all of a sudden..."

With a straightforward and boring opening speech, Lynch motioned him to continue.

"That's right, something seems to have happened around you recently, especially two days ago, we received an official letter from the Federal Ministry of Defense requesting cooperation."

"There are also some people who look like agents in the community..."

When talking about this matter, Lynch couldn't help looking at the two female agents not far away.

Federal staff always hang their work permits on their faces. Who is a policeman, who is a secret agent, who is a tax investigator, and their identities can be found at a glance from a distance.

Those agents in the community, just by looking at them, people know what they do.

The two female agents didn't seem to respond much to these words. They were probably used to people seeing their identities at a glance, and they didn't even feel annoyed by it.

"Please continue." Lynch, who looked away, nodded slightly, and he took out a pack of cigarettes along the way, "Do you want one?"

"No, thank you!", the manager politely refused.

He waited for Lynch to light a cigarette before continuing, "Now there are many agents of the Ministry of Defense in the community, which makes some residents... a little troubled."

"They feel that their peaceful life has been broken, and these dangers are too close to them, so..." The manager smiled awkwardly and did not continue.

Lynch continued, "So they plan to ask you to tell me to move out of here?"

This is obvious, and the manager hurriedly smoothed things over, "After the matter at hand is over, they still welcome you to be their neighbor."

This is also a characteristic of the Federation, community exclusion.

This tends to happen in upper-middle-class neighborhoods, where if they think someone is a mismatch, the whole community will ask that person to move out of the neighborhood.

It seems that this is definitely a very outrageous thing. Where to live is everyone's own right and freedom, and others should not interfere.

But in virtually every case of community ostracism, the community wins.

Judges will support them, and even the whole society will have a distorted cognition of "don't live there by force if you shouldn't live in that kind of place".

It's weird, it's abnormal, but it's also very correct——

This kind of community exclusion reflects the coldest side of the federal capitalist society. The clear class nature is restricted even where they live. People of what class live where and do what things have been concluded from the very beginning.

People in the community now think that Lynch's living here will pose a threat to their lives. Presumably the judge will agree with this. It seems that he... has to move out?

Lynch was lost in thought, and the manager was not in a hurry. Although the work he did today offended people a bit, there was nothing he could do about it.

After the matter is over, Lynch will definitely not move back, and it is even less likely that he will run into Lynch.

On the contrary, because he is so "heroic" today, presumably the community service company will renew his contract to satisfy him.

Just when he felt that there was basically no repetition of this matter, Lynch suddenly said——

"I reject!"

　This year I have done both colonoscopy and gastroscopy, as well as chest and abdomen CT, abdominal color Doppler ultrasound, and various blood tests. People in middle age are miserable.

The results of gastroscopy, gastric antrum erosion, duodenitis, biopsy done, waiting for sentencing

　
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