Blackstone Code Chapter 60: How much strength, how much burden to bear
On the other hand, Commissioner Johnson waited outside the restaurant for a while after leaving the meeting, smoked two cigarettes, and drove to Michael's house with gritted teeth.
Mrs. Michael has finished the treatment in the hospital, her body contusions and trauma have all healed, the rest is psychological treatment, which may last from three months to half a year, or longer depending on the situation .
The lengthy psychological treatment also meant a lot of expenses, and Michael's work had been suspended, cutting off the entire family's income all at once.
Although he still has some money in the bank account, about more than 20,000 yuan, he can't cope with the various expenses that follow.
In fact, psychotherapy is a typical rich man's disease in the eyes of ordinary people, especially the poor living in Xiacheng District. Those girls living in the chaotic streets of Xiacheng District almost grew up in all kinds of harassment .
From verbal harassment to petty harassment, and possibly even violent harassment, it stands to reason that these people are all perverted or self-destructed, but not all of them are like this.
Some of them have indeed gone to self-destruction, but some are still alive and strong.
Pain can hurt people, and it can also give people the courage to yearn for strength. Only because they are in the dark can they yearn for the light even more. The above is all bullshit. Life is to live, and to live must be strong.
When Commissioner Johnson parked his car outside Michael's house, he saw a police car on the side of the road and two police officers who were having afternoon tea.
They just glanced at Chief Johnson and then looked away, continuing to focus on the sweet coffee and chocolate covered doughnuts in their hands.
Although Michael has left the police station, he is still under surveillance and cannot leave the place where he lives unless necessary, and cannot communicate with outsiders alone.
However, for the sake of him being a person with a "license", the police have relaxed their supervision a little, and he doesn't need to have the police on the scene when he talks to others.
Director Johnson has been to Michael's house more than once, several times, and every time he feels that Michael is lucky, a happy family, a harmonious career, and the whole room is filled with a kind of upward and beautiful life.
But this time, the moment he opened the door, a smell of decay poured out of the room like a tomb.
The lights were not turned on in the room, and some windows were also blocked by curtains, probably because of Mrs. Michael's heart disease, Michael was shrouded in darkness.
The door opened, and the light from the outside came in, which made the light in the room brighter obviously, and more details could be seen clearly.
Michael described that he was sitting on the sofa withered. He was obviously thinner than half a month ago, and his whole body was a little thin and deformed.
His unkempt gray stubble made him look sloppy, especially his uncombed hair, which was already a little gray, as if time had fast-forwarded a short distance on him, making him enter old age early the same times.
Michael glanced at Director Johnson, only glanced, then withdrew his eyes and continued to stare at the TV screen that was not turned on, probably thinking about something.
A fire of sub-industry rose along the soles of Commissioner Johnson's feet. He was already a good talker in the tax office. He thought that this would become one with everyone, but looking at a guy like Michael, he couldn't help but let people angry.
Not to mention the dignity that might make people feel degrading, but at least he should show some gratitude or gratitude. When he was in trouble, the chief director of himself came to visit him, but he put Treat yourself as air.
Soon, the anger disappeared again. If he was really angry, he might have been so angry that he was raised by these female cousins.
"What are you doing here?", Michael's tone with a hint of mockery, "Give me the final sentence?"
Director Johnson was just stunned for a moment, and his eyes were drawn to the newspapers on the coffee table. He knew what the problem was.
One thing has been discussed in the newspapers these two days, and that is whether there is some personal feud between Michael and Lynch, and then whether Michael has the possibility of public revenge.
Public revenge has nothing to do with excessive law enforcement power. It is still a separate and isolated incident. On the contrary, it is because Michael's private revenge has affected the tax department and law enforcement department. how much.
In addition, some people have linked Michael, Michael Jr. and his son, and Lynch who had reported the theft.
Michael is a healthy adult with a clear three-pointed view and independent thinking ability. He is very clear that when the wind of the media begins to change, it means that someone is behind it.
The media obviously want to set him up as a bad example, and they can't do it themselves because their goal is law enforcement.
Those who can make them change are some people behind them. These people are about to abandon themselves. This is what Michael has learned in the past two days, and because of this, he showed a feeling of resistance to Director Johnson. .
Director Johnson remained silent. He didn't know how to speak. This silence quickly increased the disappointment and despair in Michael's heart, and made him deeply realize that he didn't scare himself. Everything came true. was abandoned.
His throat suddenly got a little itchy, and his voice became hoarse in an instant, as if there was a layer of sand in his throat, and every word and every letter was filled with obvious graininess.
"Why?"
He turned to look at Commissioner Johnson, "Why is this happening and whose decision is it?"
Director Johnson's face turned slightly red, he sighed, "The above decision, you make the whole system passive..."
"Passive will abandon me?" Michael became excited when he said that, his complexion quickly flushed red, some white spit appeared at the corners of his mouth, his beard was furious, and his mental state didn't seem to be good. it is good.
Looking at Michael who was angry at him, Director Johnson suddenly calmed down and stabilized, and his eyes were changing, making Michael a little incomprehensible and a little scared.
"You have always been impulsive and bad-tempered. I have told you about you more than once..." Director Johnson's voice contained a trace of nostalgia for the old days, "Since I took office as Director, more than ten years have passed since then. Within a year, complaints against you alone have taken up more than half of the complaint mailboxes of the entire Sabine City Tax Bureau.”
"I like to threaten the target of investigation, I like to do it casually, to insult or even humiliate others, and I often act without formalities~IndoMTL.com~ You have too many problems..."
Johnson looked at Michael with a serious expression, "Don't think you are wronged, you deserve it, I warned you, but you always do it your way!"
"The times are different. This is a new era. Our society is making progress every year. Maybe we haven't cleaned up our wildness and savagery in the past, but now we have done it."
"Even if you don't meet Lynch, you will meet G. G., or someone like Mickey. If you don't change yourself, you will definitely fall."
"Don't say we abandoned you, you abandoned yourself!"
Director Johnson's remarks made Michael calm again and became depressed. He held his head in pain. He actually knew that what Director Johnson said was right, but once this working style was formed, it was difficult to Change.
No, it should be said that it is an inherent concept. In Michael's eyes, criminals have no human rights, and he has indeed strengthened his ideas through several people such as mastheads.
As long as they don't kill them, they will pretend that nothing happened, because they are not clean and dare not speak out, and will only suffer in silence.
Until he meets Lynch, a criminal who uses the law and the police as a weapon, he is completely planted.
He couldn't figure out why it was Lynch, why it was himself, why it was his own family, that **** didn't follow the rules!
At this moment, the upstairs door opened, and Mrs. Michael, with a sick face, was standing on the edge of the corridor with a worried look. She looked worriedly at the two people in the living room downstairs.
Director Johnson glanced back. He put his hand on Michael's shoulder and squeezed...