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After listening to the executive director's remarks, Lynch did not make a direct statement. He thought about it for a while and said, "I need to think about it."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Lynch, such an important matter must require multiple considerations." He took out a business card from his pocket, stood up respectfully, bent down, He tucked the hem of his clothes with one hand and handed it over with the other.

"This is my business card, you can call me anytime you have any idea."

Lynch took the business card. On the business card, someone's name, position, and several phone calls were marked. It also marked the time period and the number of calls to get through. It was very detailed, even weekends and private hours.

The Commonwealth's desire for freedom is like a man's desire for a woman... that may not be accurate, but it's not too far off.

So the vast majority of Commonwealths refuse to talk about anything work-related outside of working hours.

Whatever it is, they will quickly become bored, annoyed, and even lose their temper.

But this guy doesn't mind doing it.

Lynch put down his business card, which is also a very distinctive feature. The executive in front of him is likely to be facing a change and a choice.

Step over, and he'll be a member of high society.

Step past, he is still the high-income middle class.

"I made a note, do you have anything else to do?", Lynch put the business card on the table, and he looked at the director of the executive department.

The latter stood up quickly, "I have nothing else to do, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, then...I think I should go too."

Lynch put his hands on the armrests of the chair and stood up straight. He reached out and shook hands with the executive director, "Good night, sir, you know how to leave."

"Good night, Mr. Lynch."

After watching the supervisor leave, Lynch looked at the business card in his hand, shook his head, opened the drawer, and put it in instead of carrying it with him.

It's not like he didn't do anything for the past three days. He has been paying attention to the communication between Sanchez and Mr. President.

I have to say that the status of the special advisor to the Security Council is still very useful. As the son of a warlord, Sanchez is an important young man who may inherit the position of a warlord in the future. People stared at him.

On the one hand, this kind of stalking is indirect protection, and on the other hand, it prevents them from doing bad things.

These people are unscrupulous disruptors of the social order in their own country, and everyone is a very dangerous person.

If it weren't for the relationship between the federation and Mariro... that's right, plus the policies and attitudes of Mr. President and the Department of International Affairs towards Mariro have changed, maybe Sanchez won't have the chance to enter the federation.

Now that he has come in, in order to avoid the harm he causes to this society, it is reasonable to stare at him.

Today is the third day, and he still hasn't got his uncle in charge, which makes Lynch feel like he's not as strong as he is in the conference room.

At least his abilities don't match his strength.

If Mr. President can hold on for a while, then Lynch will have other ideas.

If he doesn't hold out long enough to transfer the shares to his nephew, Sanchez, then there's nothing left to think about.

Even in this matter, Lynch is not very involved now, after all, this is the other party's "housework".

Just as Lynch was guessing how long Mr. President could last, Mr. President was suffering a terrible punishment.

Sanchez was wearing a black shirt with his sleeves raised high, revealing a slightly dense layer of body hair on his arms.

In addition, there are various wounds.

His body is not fat at all, it can be said to be very standard, the fat man won't live long in Mariro——

When assassins come, running slowly means you don't have the qualifications to continue living, so Sanchez is in great shape.

He was slightly sweaty, and the president sitting in front of him was stripped naked, and there were scars all over his white and tender body.

Using the term "white and tender" to describe a middle-aged and elderly man... It's a bit too much, but this is the most real embodiment.

Living in a favorable environment in the Commonwealth, enjoying the most advanced medical technology and technological inventions, his aging degree is much lighter than that of his peers.

Looks like he might be in his forties, maybe even younger.

But now, this "good body" is full of wounds.

Some are still bleeding and some are not bleeding anymore.

Knife cuts, burns, puncture wounds, and even electrical injuries.

Two wires were connected between Mr. President's legs, one red and one green, which looked a little scary.

"As long as you sign, I will persuade the general, and I will not take you back to Marillo." Sanchez was still trying his best to persuade, but no matter how he persuaded, his uncle refused to sign.

The signature of the Federation has always been an anti-counterfeiting measure, from where to start, where a certain stroke reaches the highest point, and finally falls in front of a certain line or behind a certain line.

These are anti-counterfeiting measures and known only to themselves and the agency that left the signed copy.

Otherwise, so many cheques are issued every year, and there is no definite anti-counterfeiting measures. Banks have long since gone bankrupt, and major enterprises have long been hollowed out by people.

It is precisely because of these inconspicuous means of defense that the foundation of the federal financial and economic prosperity is formed.

No country has ever used checks on a large scale like the Commonwealth, and although there are frequent problems, these problems are all within the acceptable range.

If Mr. President does not sign, his equity will not be transferred to Sanchez, and those anonymous companies that hold shares on his behalf will not transfer equity to Sanchez. Sanchez has no position in the company.

He still remembers the contempt and questioning of Lynch and others three days ago, and the anger at that time still affects his emotions.

Mr. President, who had been tortured for two days, looked up at Sanchez, his mouth closed slightly, as if he was saying something.

Sanchez leaned over. This was the first time that Mr. President had actively expressed his desire in the past two days, but then he felt a little hot and humid on one cheek, and the liquid was sliding down his cheek. flow down.

Blood and drool, it's **** disgusting.

Sanchez walked over to the switch, looked at his uncle nonchalantly, and pushed the switch.

The moment the electricity was turned on, Mr. President trembled. After the Federation passed the Electricity Safety Act a few years ago, in order to avoid casualties caused by the wrong use of electrical appliances and power supplies, the indoor voltage was kept within a safe range. Inside.

Electricity is definitely a revolution, but it did bring a lot of tragedies at that time. Some people were electrocuted because of wrong use or just because of curiosity, which made the federal society taste the pain that must be endured in the development process.

Fortunately, these issues are now resolved.

After more than ten seconds of the motor, Sanchez pushed the knife away, and the tense Mr. President sat down on the chair all of a sudden.

Where his arms are bound by steel wires, some of the steel wires have been embedded in the flesh.

Slightly burnt smell, that's the smell of hair, and the stench.

Sanchez's assistant flushed the president with the hose, and it's actually much better now.

The first time he was electrocuted, he was incontinent and pulled everywhere.

Now he has been hungry for two days and has not eaten, except for incontinence, there will be no more liquids or solids.

The cold water seemed to restore Mr. President's spirit, and he laughed.

The laughter was low and full of scorn, and Sanchez's face went black.

Actually, both Mr. President and Sanchez knew that they were gambling.

Mr. President is betting that Sanchez and his brother wouldn't dare to kill him when they don't have the equity, and if they do, they'll lose every moment completely.

And Sanchez is also betting that his good uncle will not endure all kinds of torture and will eventually sign his name on the carte blanche.

For now, however, his uncle seems more likely to win.

What he didn't expect was that this trash uncle could resist until now.

When the water stains were almost gone, Sanchez walked up to Mr. President and looked down at him, "Do you think there is only so much pain?"

"No, there is more pain than you can imagine, this is just the beginning!"

He walked over to the small cart, put on surgical gloves for himself~IndoMTL.com~, and took out a scalpel and a cotton thread.

He walked back to Mr. President, "Have you made up your mind, continue to resist, or sign the document?"

Mr. President spit out another **** smear, his voice was very hoarse and weak, "It hurts, but the pain is acceptable compared to death."

"Either let me go or... kill me, you have no choice!"

Sanchez was embarrassed by Mr. President's unexpected strength.

He put his hand on the top of his good uncle's head, pushed hard, the chair fell back, and Mr. President had his back against the ground, facing upwards.

His legs are also naturally separated.

Sanchez squatted down, skillfully removed a wire clip, tightened it with cotton thread, and slashed with the knife...

It didn't hurt at all at first, probably because the current paralyzed the nerves, but after about 20 to 30 seconds, a falling pain began to tear Mr. President's will.

This pain is not just a physical reaction, but a psychological one too!

He knew that there was actually nothing, but in his feeling, it seemed as if a chain was fastened tightly to his lower body, dragging him into hell.

Pain, despair, anger!

The room is filled with feeble growls and shouts.

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