Blackstone Code Chapter 920: Guardian of the city

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"We don't have much time to wait for you to slowly settle the shares in your uncle's hand, do you understand what I mean?"

"The longer you wait, the more excited those people are. The commander of the Blues has called me to ask if I need his help."

"If you don't do well, tell me now and I'll send your brother over to take over these things."

"If you do it well, then do it for me."

"How many days do you need to get me the good news?"

There was no kinship in the voice of the general's father, Sanchez, with cold order and discipline in every word.

To this great warlord, children are just a more useful tool, more trustworthy than strangers, but only a little.

As long as he still holds monstrous power and armament, he can give birth to countless children.

There are some of his children in places that people don't know about, and that's a last resort.

Not to mention that by his side, there are women who are giving birth to new lives.

He's had a lot of dead children over the years, and he felt a little bit painful at first, but after so many deaths, he got used to it.

So he doesn't speak to his children like a "kind father", he's just a "general".

Sanchez clenched his fists. "Not more than three days, I'll let my uncle know what a stupid decision he made."

"Very well, I'm waiting for your good news, don't make me wait too long."

After hanging up, Sanchez didn't leave, but looked at the phone quietly.

He's killed many younger brothers, and now has two left, but soon, he will have some new brothers born.

Most of Marillo's warlords are "family systems", where the general is the head of the family, and then they assign a lot of work to their siblings, sons and daughters.

There are basically no "comrades" or "brothers" who can really reach the same height as the warlord himself.

If these people hadn't accidentally died in the process of starting up, they would have encountered all kinds of accidents later.

Power is too tempting.

Sanchez is also hungry for power, and he won't allow his brother to step over him and take everything that should belong to him from him.

He turned around and returned to the interrogation room. After a night's rest, Mr. President's spirit was slightly better.

However, due to maintaining the same position for a long time, his buttocks are no longer conscious, and his arms and hands are obviously bruised.

This is a phenomenon caused by blood circulation disorders. If it is not dealt with in time, his hands will be necrotic at most tomorrow, and blood clots will form, which is life-threatening.

But he doesn't know these things, and neither does Sanchez, they don't study medicine.

Sanchez dragged a folding chair from outside and walked in. He sat opposite Mr. President, his hands and arms were on his thighs, and his body was low and leaning forward to look at Mr. President.

"The general said he wanted my brother to come over and take over my job. He was disappointed that I couldn't get you to sign."

He spoke his mind as if he was confiding.

He lit a cigarette for himself, still an all-time sign, he took a puff, squeezed it in his hand, and continued, "You know, the general is a very strict man."

"He will praise me if I do well, punish me if I don't do well, and if I don't do well enough, maybe he won't hang me up and beat me like an ordinary soldier, but he will definitely question my ability. "

"People like us can be greedy, despicable, or a villain, but they must not be incapable."

"It will kill..."

Mr. President didn't speak. He woke up, but he didn't want to speak. On the one hand, he was too hungry and had no energy, on the other hand, he was too lazy to speak.

Sanchez got up and walked to the door, where he took a phone call from his staff, which he carried into the room.

Going to the table, he lifted it vigorously, there was a screeching noise, and all kinds of torture instruments with flesh and blood on the table were overturned to the ground.

He put the phone on it and pressed the release key.

The voice of a young girl was heard on the phone, the eldest daughter of Mr. President.

This is the girl he gave birth to after marrying his first wife, but the poor woman died of an attack not long after giving birth to the girl.

He loves his daughter, a treasure left to him by his first wife.

In the external microphone, the lovely daughter's voice was full of fear. She cried and cried illogically and called Mr. President's name and "papa", praying for someone to hear her prayers and save her. .

Sanchez moved the chair across from Mr. President, he sat down, there was almost no distance between the two, almost head to head.

"My dear uncle, are you willing to sign?"

He stared at Mr. President, Mr. President sneered with little effort, but said nothing.

He knew what Sanchez was going to do, and he was sad, but he couldn't.

At this point, if he signs, not only will he die, but everyone related to him will die!

This is the style of the Marillo country, from the almost genocidal fights between the Maroris and the Marillos, to how cruel they are to their own people.

The whole country is rife with tyranny.

He signed, and everyone was going to die.

He doesn't sign, at least he won't die.

He knows how to choose, albeit a painful one.

Sanchez's eyelids twitch, and he leans slightly toward the phone, "This one won't work, next one."

The girl let out a piercing scream, followed by seven or eight gunshots, and the girl's voice stopped abruptly.

Then, the voice of a young man came, this is the second son of Mr. President.

"While we fought the enemy on the front lines, you in the Commonwealth enjoyed the peace we exchanged with life and blood."

"We don't blame you because you have your job to do."

"But look, now you've not only messed up your work, but you're trying to take over a life that doesn't belong to you. Don't you know how to repent?"

Mr. President's body trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"It doesn't look like your son can shake you either!", he tilted his head, "Next."

A series of gunshots followed, followed by footsteps.

Sons, daughters, his mistresses, illegitimate children, more than a dozen people have all returned to God's arms in a very short time.

Sanchez's scalp was suddenly itchy, and he scratched hard, "Looks like you've made your final decision."

At this time, Mr. President suddenly spoke.

"You know, in fact, when my brother asked me to come to the Federation to take charge of the business here, I knew he was going to kick me out."

"He sent people to assassinate all of our original partners, and now he's not even going to let me go..."

"Sanchez, you don't know, I took you out of the delivery room when you were born, and your father doesn't care about you at all."

"Now he can think about getting rid of me, and he will get rid of you in the future. You are just a tool to him."

"And, you did something wrong..."

Sanchez frowned. He knew how his father's men didn't get it before. It's impossible for so many people to suddenly have an accident. Someone must have done it.

The generals had plenty of reasons to do so. These people, regardless of their rank, wanted to establish their own power, so they all had a decent accident.

But Mr. President said the general would kill everyone...he didn't believe it.

Of course, this did not prevent him and Mr. President from continuing to chat. Maybe at some point, Mr. President's thoughts would clear up, "What did I do wrong?" he asked casually.

Mr. President raised his head and looked at him, his speech was slow, but his words were very clear, "This is the Federation, not Marillo, if you put it here, it is a crime!"

A few minutes ago, the reception operator of the Bupen police station was impatiently hanging up the phone.

Damn, isn't it a joke that a poor man living in the suburbs suspects that his house has been invaded and even tries to send someone from the police station to take a look?

Just look at it like this, nothing happened, and the cost of calling the police was probably dozens of dollars.

This money is not borne by the police, and all of it will be borne by the police department. If every police report must be taken seriously, the police department may soon go bankrupt.

She comforted the caller, telling him that he could go back and have a look, and if he did find someone intruding, then seek help.

The phone just hung up rang again, and the operator made an explosive gesture to the colleague beside him. He picked up the phone, and his expression suddenly became serious.

The pencil that was constantly turning in her hand also began to write and draw in the notebook. Later, she hung up the phone and picked it up again, and pressed the button of a branch on the phone.

"Someone reported...the community heard gunshots, you guys have a look, better put on body armor and heavy weapons!"

The community in her mouth is a high-end villa community~IndoMTL.com~ The most indispensable thing in Bu Paine is such a community.

As to why her attitude has changed?

Oh, that's definitely not discrimination against the poor. It's just that the call to the police mentioned the sound of gunfire. This is obviously a more dangerous case and must be taken seriously.

After receiving the call from the police, the sub-bureau immediately dispatched two patrol officers to check, and the police officers were also ready to be dispatched at any time.

After more than ten minutes, two police cars slowly drove into the community, and the community was very quiet.

Each villa is separated by a long distance, and there are various vegetation privacy walls.

In order not to disturb other residents, both police cars did not sound their sirens.

"Too quiet, I think it may be a false alarm..." The policeman in the first car looked relaxed.

If something went wrong, the security department of the community service company would have been dispatched long ago, so why would they wait until the police?

They came to the house where the police call was called. In the quiet house, let alone the sound of gunfire, there was no human voice.

Just as the police were about to ring the doorbell, two men in black gloves came out of the gate.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, then the two men in black drew their guns and shot!

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