blackstone code

Chapter 931 Hell Neighbor
From wanting to hijack Lynch at the beginning, to now standing in this room, wearing the underwear of the little dolphin hero and saying "I want to live", in fact, this does not require much mental journey.

There seems to be no future in every road, and he always has to choose one that allows him to go on.

Surrender shameful?
No, the dead are shameful, as long as they are alive, they have the possibility to become heroes.

Sanchez looked at Lynch, hoping to impress Lynch with his own words, but Lynch did not seem to be so easily impressed.

"Do I look like a fool?" Lynch asked rhetorically. "The general is your father. I don't think he would kill you."

Sanchez was silent for a while, "My uncle thinks so too."

Lynch laughed twice, "You're very humorous, that's good. Federal people like humorous people. Tell me about your father, the general."

There was some sarcasm in this sentence, and Sanchez pretended not to hear it, or didn't care much if he heard it.

"That was a tough man...", he began to tell about his father and these stories.

He was indeed a very strict man. Sanchez began to participate in combat when he was 14 years old. In the words of the general, as the eldest son, he had to adapt to the brutal living environment.

Almost every once in a while, a few days or a week or two, conflicts will break out with other forces.

At that time, the general was only a small-scale warlord with more than 100 people in his hands, so he had a son, and his son had to go to the battlefield as a combatant instead of sitting back and enjoying the harvest brought by the death of others.

Anyone, in the general's eyes, is actually the same, son, brother, relatives, these are just a tool for him to achieve his power goal.

Even to a certain extent, his cruelty to his relatives is more like a kind of management of ordinary soldiers-to let people understand what is called rules with an attitude and means that are so strict that relatives will not let them go.

"...I promised him I'd get these things done, but obviously I failed."

"I can't guarantee whether he will kill me because of this, and I can't be sure whether my younger siblings will secretly execute me before he needs me again because I have lost the general's trust."

When Sanchez described his father, he didn't say the word "father" throughout the article, let alone his name, and all used "general" as the title of the man.

Here, in Marilo, it has always been like this. There is not much family affection between them, only obedience under the ties of blood.

"I don't have the courage to bet that they will let me go, and I can't hijack you to force you to hand over what I want, so I'm standing here like a clown begging for a chance to live."

Lynch was silent for a moment after listening, "That is really a cruel and dictatorial general. Through your description, I can feel the pain of the Malorians and Malorians in this turbulent situation and under the rule of warlords."

Outside the villa, the FBI's car had arrived, and it took them more than three minutes to tell the story, which was a little earlier than Lynch's expected five minutes.

This is also understandable. After all, Lynch is a rich man, and this is also a rich area. If the director of the FBI does not want to change his job, he must show respect and respect for the rich.

"Mr. Lynch..." Sanchez's tone was a little flustered. Once the FBI took him away, he would definitely be expelled from the Federation.

The only place he could go was Marillo.

He really didn't want to go back. After the mission failed, he could already imagine the general's anger when it erupted like a volcano.

He messed up everything, not to mention, because the financial aid was cut off, and the general's power would soon become unstable.

Militants who can't get their salaries on time will definitely riot. The only thing that can make them obey is money, and they have little loyalty.

These troubles will become more and more dire, and eventually bring the general to the ground, so Sanchez must be responsible for it.

Lynch was still thinking, and Sanchez shouted again urgently, "Mr. Lynch, I swear what I said is true."

His expression, his emotions, couldn't keep calm, he panicked.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, the door of the villa was pushed open, and more than a dozen guys who could be seen as agents of the FBI appeared here in unison, with Bu Payen walking in the front The head of the city's FBI, who was personally in charge of the case.

As soon as he entered the door, he showed his ID, "I am the Chief of Investigation of Bu Paine, FBI. This is my ID. I am here to take away the wanted criminal Sanchez..."

Lynch shook his head and stood up, "Sorry, Mr. Director, Sanchez can't be handed over to you for the time being. I have other uses for him."

Sanchez, who was so nervous that he wanted to pee, was relieved that he had convinced Lynch.

The director of the Bureau of Investigation frowned, "He is a wanted criminal across the federal territory..."

The arrest warrant was issued at the request of the Security Committee, and every release of the arrest warrant for the entire territory is actually a kind of damage to the reputation of the FBI.

People's first impression when they see the Most Wanted Warrant is that people in the FBI are like pigs. They can't do anything except sleep and eat, and they can't do it well. Letting criminals become a social problem.

But in fact, sometimes it is not their own request to issue such wanted warrants, but other agencies ask them to assist in issuing them.

In the end, all kinds of infamy are borne by themselves.

If Sanchez can be caught as soon as possible, it will play a very good role in restoring the image of the FBI.

Moreover, he didn't think Lynch could stop him.

As he spoke, he tilted his head and signaled his hands to go down and take Sanchez over.

But Lynch Lynch took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to Austin, asking her to show it to the Director of the Bureau of Investigation.

The director of the FBI took the certificate with some confusion, he looked up at Lynch again, and then carefully distinguished.

Every executive branch of the federal government will implement small anti-counterfeiting methods on the certificates. After all, in this era when communication technology is not yet developed, relying on verbal descriptions of a person's appearance to verify his identity is far less reliable than other anti-counterfeiting methods.

Lynch's ID is real, and no one knows that he still has this identity.

The director of the Bureau of Investigation didn't dare to say anything, so he returned the documents to Austin. He looked at Lynch with ulterior motives, and shouted, "Go back."

One of the detectives seemed a little unwilling, and was glared back by the director of the investigation bureau.

This is the authority of the security committee. If it weren't for a group of people staring at the security committee, maybe the security committee could also get the privilege of killing first and then proving.

After recovering the documents, Lynch asked Sanchez to be watched. He returned to the study and called Mr. Truman.

Mr. Truman had just returned home, and was still lying in the bathtub to relieve the fatigue caused by a busy day's work. His servant sent the phone to the edge of the bathtub.

"it's me……"

"Lynch?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything important to call me so late?"

"Sanchez came to me and offered to see me with his hands up, I had a chat with him, he is a valuable person."

"Value?" Mr. Truman had already stood up from the bath when he heard this, and he walked to the outside of the bathroom with the phone in his hand, and the servant wiped his body for him.

Of course, he wore underpants, but why, that's another story.

"tell me the story."

"We all know that the more chaotic Mariro is, the more valuable and meaningful it is to us. Now it is too stable, which is not in our political interests in the north."

"Beyond that, we need someone among the great warlords to stand by us, to stand by us unconditionally."

"Don't hang up, I'll go to the study to talk to you." Mr. Truman said casually, and hung up the phone.

After waiting for about 2 minutes, some electric sounds came, followed by Mr. Truman's voice, "Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Just now you said that a warlord needs to be on our side, did you mean Sanchez's father?"

Lynch's answer was quick and firm, "Of course not. We need a warlord who belongs entirely to us. The general is not the best choice, but the worst. He is difficult for us to control."

"But we have a good goal."

Mr. Truman said thoughtfully, "You mean Sanchez, why do you like him? I have read his profile. He is a ruthless person, but that's all."

He thinks that Sanchez is not a smart person, which is not in line with Mr. Truman's point of view on employing people. He is a smart person, and he knows how useful a smart person is.

Sanchez is so stupid.

But Lynch's view is just the opposite, "Because he is not smart enough, we can better control him."

"Mariello needs a change now, a revolution, a child standing up against a tyrannical father, and hoping to dissolve the hatred between the two peoples, what do you think of this theme?"

Mr. Truman listened carefully, and he also thought seriously, "This theme sounds very suitable for the taste of the group in Congress, but it is obvious that the Maliro and Mallory people don't think so."

"The antagonistic hatred between ethnic groups cannot be put down just by letting it go. It will not succeed."

Lynch added with a smile, "But the Federation will support him. With our support, he will have a foundation."

"We don't need him to actually do this, we just need him to look like he wants to build a peaceful and orderly society that can exist in harmony and that's enough."

"The big warlords like Mariro didn't move at all, it's too dangerous."

"One is about to fall now, and maybe there will be a second and a third in a short time."

"Once someone unifies Mariro, the pressure on us in the north will be multiplied."

"We need a Mariello who is always in chaos, not a Mariello who has been baptized by the bloody war. Such a Mariello is definitely a nightmare!"

Truman first followed Lynch's words to think deeply. It was a turbulent country with repeated civil wars. From teenage boys and girls to five- and sixty-year-old old men and grandmothers, everyone could pick up a gun and shoot.

Fighting has been carved into their bones, maybe they are weak now, but once the unity of Mariro is achieved, the Federation will have a neighbor from hell!
With some thoughts, Mr. Truman asked, "Where is Sanchez now?"

(End of this chapter)