blackstone code

Chapter 926
The gentleman sitting opposite Sanchez was a little uneasy.

A person like Sanchez is not a good thing at first glance. The scars on his face, head, back of his hands and wrists are either scars or tattoos. How can such a person be a "good person"?
This gentleman wanted to change his position, but he felt that his sudden change of position might anger the gang member who had been staring at him, so he could only continue to pretend to be reading the newspaper.

"Hey, give me your newspaper."

The ferocious man on the other side spoke. The man reading the newspaper didn't react at first, but then nodded repeatedly, "It's just right, I finished reading it too, so..."

He saw a one-dollar banknote, and he didn't know whether to accept it or not. He thought it was a "robbery" with a value of only fifty cents, but now it seems that not only is it not a robbery, but he has also earned fifty cents.

Just when he was hesitating, Sanchez leaned forward, stuffed a dollar into the other's breast pocket, and then took the newspaper in the other's hand.

"Although he is vicious, he should be a good person." The gentleman who read the newspaper thought so, at least the other party politely gave the money to himself first and took the newspaper, which shows that the other party is a civilized person.

Since you are a civilized person, you can't make wild guesses based on the appearance of the other party.

He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window, as if the dark night that never changes like the ink in an ink bottle is the most wonderful scenery at this moment.

The veins in Sanchez's neck rolled as he held the newspaper.

The photo in the newspaper was a snap shot. Lynch was walking in the crowd, and it happened that this photo captured his profile surrounded by the crowd.

Handsome, handsome, with an unspeakable aura that pierced through the newspaper and rushed towards him.

But Sanchez was very angry.

This is a thief, a thief, he stole his own wealth!
The problem now became more troublesome. It was no longer as simple as convincing his uncle, but to convince Lynch, who was richer and had more status and power in the federation.

This makes everything more difficult.

At the same time, a fierce murderous intent flashed in Sanchez's heart. Now he can kill his uncle without hesitation.

But before that, he had to deal with Lynch first!

The next day, when the newspaper man woke up, the vicious guy was gone. He tidied up his clothes and walked out of the car with his briefcase.

The moment his leather shoes set foot on Bu Pain's land, an aura of "social elite" gushed out of his body crazily.

Soon, he blended into the crowd and disappeared.

He didn't notice that there were a lot of policemen near the station, at least more than usual. These policemen were there to maintain order when necessary, and those who could really play a role were those secret agents hidden in the crowd.

But they are destined to not have any gains this time, because Sanchez jumped off the train when the train was about to arrive at Bu Paine Station.

He would like to thank the federation for not allowing the trains here to go faster than [-] kilometers per hour. Otherwise, it would not be as simple as jumping off the train and getting up after a fall. He might lose his little one. Life.

He changed his attire a little bit, a tramp was as simple as that, and entered Bupain along with the tramps entering the city.

There are actually not many homeless people in Bupain, everything here is very expensive, and the burden of life for the homeless is also very heavy, and those social elites in Bupain lack sympathy and compassion.

But after all, there are still some people who are unwilling to leave. After all, this is the core of the federation. Even the food in the relief station is better than other places.

No one cares whether a homeless person enters the city in the morning, let alone check their identity.

The dirty Sanchez entered the city without contacting anyone, especially Marillo's general.

Now international calls still have to be transferred manually. He can't pick up the phone like a fool and tell the transfer operator that he is a fucking villain and is now exposing his target.

What he has to do now is to find a way to chat with Lynch, but first of all, he needs to have a gun.

Arms are the basis of friendly communication, something he learned at the age of eight with a gun and a bullet that left his wrist swollen for over a week.

He came to a slightly remote antique shop, and the owner was a man in his forties.

He was cleaning some antiques. When Sanchez came in, he glanced up, and then lowered his head to do his own thing.

Sanchez walked to the counter, looked at the environment here, and then made his own request, "I need a gun..."

The boss said without raising his head, "Sorry, if you want a weapon, please go to a supermarket or a weapon store. We don't sell weapons here."

The Federation also needs a license to sell weapons, which is related to the outflow of weapons.

Sanchez took out all the money on his body, more than 600 yuan, and patted it on the table.

Two coins rolled down on the ground disobediently, making a crisp crashing sound. He squinted at the silver-plated candle holder not far away, "I need a gun."

The owner of the antique shop put down his work and looked Sanchez up and down. He stretched out his hand and pulled Sanchez's collar, and saw the tattoo inside.

Something like a tattoo has a certain meaning.

Religious meaning, or the nature of gangs, the police, government workers, do not easily tattoo, Sanchez chest tattoos clearly make him look like a gang member.

The owner of the antique shop then let go of his hand. He shook his head, "There's not enough money."

This time it was not to let Sanchez leave, but to say that there was not enough money. Sanchez frowned, "Here is almost 800 yuan."

"You can go to the weapon store diagonally across the road and buy a weapon with a federally registered gun number for 350 yuan, and then you have to show your gun license and social security number, and finally they can send you A hundred rounds."

The owner of the antique shop still looked amazing, he tapped his fingers on the counter, "But in my place, 800 yuan is not enough, you need 500 yuan to buy a gun, and I only give You seven bullets."

"Fuck!"

Sanchez kicked the counter.

"It's 600 yuan now, you can kick a few more times, I don't mind!"

Looking at Sanchez's dangerous eyes, the owner of the antique shop opened his clothes without hesitation. There was a holster inside, and the lock of the holster was opened, and there was a pistol inside.

Sanchez circled back and forth twice. He really had no money on him. He searched every place where he could make money, but found nothing more than a dime.

But the uncompromising attitude of the owner of the antique shop drove him a little crazy.

"Do you have pliers?", he asked suddenly.

"That thing is very cheap, only two dollars." The owner of the antique shop put a second-hand pliers on the counter.

Sanchez slammed his hands on the counter, and with a bang, the owner of the antique shop put his hands into his arms.

He stared fiercely at the boss for a while, then suddenly picked up the pliers and stuffed them into his mouth.

In a burst of shouts as if his whole body was being torn apart, he pulled out a bloody tooth abruptly.

There is a diamond on it, which is his former decayed tooth.

His doctor helped him repair the wormhole. When preparing to backfill, he asked the doctor what was the hardest thing that would not be damaged so easily.

The doctor told him it was a diamond, so he had someone find a similar diamond and stuff it into his tooth.

"Bah..." He spat out a mouthful of blood, and slammed the pliers on the counter, "Here, add 800 yuan, in exchange for a pistol and a box of bullets."

The owner of the antique shop was also intimidated by this kind of ruthless person. He pulled out his tooth abruptly without anesthesia. The pain was only one aspect. That kind of ruthless heart showed that the person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary gang member.

He was silent for a moment, and from somewhere under the counter, he took out a box with a pistol in it.

"The number and serial number of the military-issued gun that has just been retired has been erased, and no one can trace it." He said and put a box of bullets on the table, "Fifty bullets."

Sanchez vomited two more mouthfuls of blood during this process. He raised his head and glanced at the owner of the antique shop, "Is there any painkiller?"

The boss hesitated for a moment, then took out a small bottle and poured out a few pills, "Special medicine, even if someone chops your head off within three hours after taking it, you won't feel it."

Sanchez nodded, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, mixed with blood and swallowed it.

He did a quick check of the pistol and left with the pistol and bullets.

The sunlight outside the house was just right, he lowered his head, and his cheeks gradually began to become red and swollen.

He tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, rubbed it tightly, stuffed it into the wound in his mouth, and bit it tightly.

There is no painful sensation, but the sense of touch is still there, which is amazing.

He even felt a little floating when he was walking, as if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms by mistake.

This also reminded him of another big business on the border, the smuggling and selling of ghost face mushrooms.

Thinking about these messy things, he avoided the main road and walked towards the city center along the small road. He had to meet Lynch first.

At the same time, the entire defense system of Bu Pain was activated.

With the confirmation of the federal arrest warrant, all the major TV stations interrupted the news this morning, and the newspaper man who was on his way found that the person on the arrest warrant seemed to be the guy sitting opposite him.

He immediately found the nearest police station and explained his situation.

After the FBI agents took over and questioned him several times, he left the police station and everyone knew Sanchez was back.

(End of this chapter)