Blackstone Code Chapter 931: Hell Neighbor

From the very beginning when I wanted to kidnap Lynch, to now standing in this room and saying "I want to live" in the underpants of the little dolphin hero, it doesn't take much mental journey.

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

A shameful surrender?

No, dead people are shameful, as long as they live, they can become heroes.

Sanchez looked at Lynch, hoping to impress Lynch with his own words, but Lynch didn't 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 will kill you."

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

Lynch laughed twice, "You are very humorous, which is very good. Federal people like humorous people. Tell me about your father, His Excellency the General."

There is some sarcasm in this sentence, and Sanchez pretends not to hear it, or doesn't really care if he hears it.

"That's a tough guy...", he begins to tell his father and these stories.

He is indeed a very strict man. Sanchez began to fight when he was fourteen years old. In the words of the general, as the eldest son, he had to adapt to the cruel living environment.

Almost every once in a while, a few days or a week or two, conflicts 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 the son also had to go to the battlefield as a combatant, instead of sitting back and enjoying the death of others harvest joy.

Anyone, in the eyes of the general, is actually the same, sons, younger brothers, relatives, these are just a tool for him to achieve his goals of power.

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

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

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

When describing his father, Sanchez never said the word "father", let alone his name, but instead referred to the man as "general".

Here, in Marilo, it has always been the case, there is not much affection between them, only obedience through blood ties.

"I don't have the guts to bet they'll 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's really a brutal and dictatorial general, and through your description I can feel the pain of the Maliro and the Mallory in this turbulent time and under the rule of the warlord. ."

Outside the villa, the FBI car had arrived, and they took more than three minutes to tell the story, a little earlier than Lynch expected five minutes.

This is understandable, after all, Lynch is a rich man, and this is also a rich area. If the FBI director does not want to change a 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 can go is Marilo.

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 screwed everything up, because without financial aid, the general's power will soon become unstable.

The militants who don't get their paychecks on time will definitely riot. The only thing that can make them obey is money, they have no loyalty.

These troubles will get worse and worse, eventually knocking the general to the ground, so Sanchez must be responsible for that.

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

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

The sound of footsteps outside the door was getting closer and closer, the door of the villa was pushed open, and more than a dozen guys who knew at a glance that they were FBI agents appeared here. The director of the FBI in Bupen, who is personally in charge of the case.

As soon as he entered the door, he showed his ID, "I'm the FBI Director of Investigation in Bupen City, this is my ID, I'm here to take the wanted man Sanchez..."

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

Sanchez, nervous enough to pee, felt relieved that he had convinced Lynch.

The director of the Bureau of Investigation frowned, "He is a wanted criminal in the whole of the Federation..."

Wanted orders are issued at the request of the Security Council, and every release of The Territory Wanted is actually a kind of damage to the FBI's reputation.

People's first impression when they see The Territory Wanted 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. Allowing criminals to become a social problem.

In fact, sometimes they do not ask for such a wanted order, but other agencies ask them to assist in issuing it.

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

If Sanchez can be caught as soon as possible, it will be a good boost to restore the image of the FBI.

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

As he spoke, he tilted his head and gestured to his men to take Sanchez over.

But Lynch Lynch took his ID out of his pocket and gave it to Austin so she could show it to the Director of Investigations.

The FBI director took the documents in confusion. He looked up at Lynch again, and then seriously distinguished.

Every executive department of the federal government will do some small anti-counterfeiting measures on the documents. After all, in this era of underdeveloped communication technology, relying on verbal description of a person's appearance to verify his identity is far less reliable than other anti-counterfeiting measures. .

Lynch's credentials are genuine, and no one knew he still had this identity.

The director of the Bureau of Investigation did not dare to speak out, and returned the documents to Austin. He gave Lynch a second look with no deep meaning and shouted "Go back".

One of the detectives seemed a little reluctant, and was glared back by the director of the Bureau of Investigation.

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 would have the privilege of killing first and then proving it.

After taking back the documents, Lynch had Sanchez watched, and he returned to the study to make a phone call to Mr. Trueman.

Mr. Truman had just returned home and was lying in the bathtub to relieve the fatigue of a busy day when his servant sent the phone to the edge of the bathtub.

"It's me..."

"Lynch?"

"Yes."

"What's the point of calling me so late?"

"Sanchez came to me with his hands up and offered to see me. I chatted with him. He is a valuable person."

"Value?" Mr. Trueman had already stood up from the bath when he heard this. He carried the phone to the outside of the bathroom, and the servant wiped his body for him.

Of course, he's wearing underpants, but why he's wearing underpants is another matter.

"Speak and listen."

"We all know that the more chaotic the Mariro, the more valuable and meaningful it is to us, and now it's a little too settled, which is not in our political interests in the North."

"Besides that, we need someone in the great warlord to stand on our side, unconditionally on our side."

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

After waiting for about two minutes, some electric noises came, followed by Mr. Trueman's voice, "Are you still there?"

"Yes, I am."

"You said just now that we need a warlord on our side, did you mean Sanchez's father?"

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

"But we have a good goal."

Mr. Truman said thoughtfully, "You mean Sanchez, why are you optimistic about him, I have read his profile, he is a ruthless person, but that's all."

He doesn't think Sanchez is a smart person, which is not in line with Mr. Trueman's view of employing people, he is a smart person, and he knows how useful smart people are.

Sanchez is stupid.

But Lynch's opinion is just the opposite, "Because he's not smart enough~IndoMTL.com~ so we can control him better."

"What do you think of the theme of Mariro now in need of a change, a revolution, a child standing up against a tyrannical dictatorial father and hoping to resolve the hatred between the two nations?"

Mr. Trueman listened carefully, and he also thought carefully, "This topic sounds very much to the taste of the congressional group, but obviously the Maliro and the Mallory don't think so."

"The antagonistic hatred between nations is not something that can be put down by letting go. It will not be successful."

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

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

"Marillo, these big warlords, don't move, it's too dangerous."

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

"Once someone unifies Mariro, our pressure on the North will multiply."

"We need a Marillo that is always in chaos, not a Marillo that has been baptized in the blood and blood. That Marillo is an absolute nightmare!"

Trumman first followed Lynch's words and thought deeply. It was a turbulent country, and there were civil wars. From teenage boys and girls to 50-60-year-old old men and grandmothers, everyone can carry it. Gun to shoot.

The battle is etched into their bones, maybe they're weak now, but once the Mariros are unified, the Commonwealth will have a **** neighbor!

Having some ideas, Mr. Trueman asked, "Where is Sanchez now?"

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