Blackstone Code Chapter 1146: Countdown to Hell


In the early morning, Isabella woke up from her sleep wearing a thin shawl. She walked to the edge of the windowsill and looked outside, and saw several people kneeling on the ground in the yard.

They are wearing black hoods, and gunshots are heard.

Several people fell to the ground, and the black hoods quickly seeped blood.

The purpose of putting on the hood is not to reduce the pressure on the victim, but simply because the murderer doesn't want to bother to clean up the courtyard.

Whether from front to back or from back to front, the bullet will enter a similar "empty bag" inside the skull after penetrating the first layer of bone.

The brain can't put too many constraints on the bullet, plus the angle of entry into the brain, the bullet will start rolling inside the skull.

This is also the reason why many times the bullet will overturn the other side of the skull after hitting the head.

Plasma and brains are sprayed out in such open wounds, all over the place!

Cleaning these things is a hassle, disgusting not so disgusting, just a hassle.

One person is enough trouble, so many people are more troublesome, they are enough to spray all over the yard.

If it's not cleaned up, some bugs and even mice will soon appear.

The door is pushed open and a female employee in a Blackstone security uniform enters.

Isabella turned and asked, "Who are these people?"

She is completely desperate for the actions of Lynch and Blackstone Security. She is not a "partner" at all, she is just an "excuse", an excuse for Blackstone Security or the Federation to interfere in the affairs here.

She didn't even know if those killed were her own or someone else.

The female employee who entered the door walked over to the bed and glanced at the bodies that were being thrown onto the trolley. "Last night these people tried to sneak in and we found them."

"After a night of interrogation, they felt they had nothing to ask, so they sent them back to the arms of God."

Isabella is very keen to grasp a key word, "they are federal people?"

There are many people who believe in God in the world, but it is not absolute in terms of religion. In addition to the church, there are many beliefs like ancient gods, such as Nagalil.

There is no shortage of such localized beliefs, and most independently derived cultures have their own beliefs.

Only Gevra, the Commonwealth, and several neutral countries have more people who believe in God.

She immediately thought that these people were from the Federation, but the female bodyguard shook her head, "They are international mercenaries."

No nationality, no preference, only belief is money.

This confuses Isabella, "Have I offended any of these people?"

The female bodyguard nodded with a half-smile, "Yes, when we were chasing the remnants of the rebels, a shell penetrated the topsoil, exposing the huge open-pit silver mine underneath."

"Ms Isabella, you'll soon be one of the richest women in the world."

This sentence looks like a dialogue full of admiration, but it feels like Isabella is about to suffocate.

The knuckles of her fingers that were holding the window sill turned white due to the force, and her ring finger nails were also torn apart by too much force, and blood flowed down the edges of the broken nails.

She didn't feel the slightest bit.

She knows the Silver Alliance, she knows the silver currency, and she knows what silver means to these people.

"Lynch wants me to die?!" That was the only conclusion she could draw at this time.

She's just a woman, a puppet, a woman who doesn't fully inherit the military power her father left behind.

But now, it is such an "incomplete body", but it is pushed by Lynch to go against the world!

That's more than 20 countries, and countless big capitalists, international speculators.

There is no law, morality, ethics in the eyes of these people!

Whoever stops them from getting rich is their enemy!

Now that she has become the enemy of these people, then... she once again turned her head to look at the corpses that had been pushed out of the courtyard. These people should have come to assassinate her.

The female bodyguard shook her head, "No, you are our important client. During the contract period, we will ensure your safety, just like now."

"No one can harm you without our permission, so you don't need to worry at all."

"It's just that sometimes you need a little cooperation, that's all."

"We won't even limit your freedom!"

Isabella took a deep breath, "I'm going to call Lynch!"

The female bodyguard turned and left, "This is your freedom. In addition, I will let you know that your breakfast is ready. After breakfast, we still have some work to do."

Isabella then called Lynch.

On the phone, Lynch could hear the frantic hysteria in her voice as she repressed her impending outbursts.

She tried her best to keep herself from shouting, but it was this suppressed voice that made it feel like she was going crazy.

"You're going to kill me, you know, they've already sent someone to assassinate me!", her voice trembled a little, she could tell she was a little scared now.

Lynch sat in a chair with his legs crossed and a cigarette burning in his hand, "Don't worry, we will keep you safe and no one can hurt you."

Isabella still doesn't believe it, she doesn't believe anyone can actually do this, "There will always be times when people make mistakes, there will always be times, and I will definitely die because of your **** plan! "

"What do you have at hand?", Lynch asked suddenly, Isabella didn't respond, he repeated it again, and asked in more detail, "For example, is there any vase or something?"

Isabella didn't understand what he was going to do. She resisted her irritability and glanced indifferently at a sunflower in a vase on the table. "Yes, there is a sunflower in front of me."

"Wait..."

The busy tone on the phone made Isabella a little dazed, but she connected again after ten seconds, "After ten seconds, this flower will be finished..."

"Seven..."

"Six..."

“…”

"One..."

The gunshots were barely audible, and the sunflower in front of Isabella instantly turned into sunflower seeds, splashing everywhere!

She shivered a bit, and she even thought she might have urinated.

This flower is only about half a meter away from her... She visually inspected it, about half a meter, this group of people is really crazy!

She quickly stood up and walked to a position where she could not be seen outside the window, and her emotions were running wild, "Damn, damn!"

"What the **** are you doing?", she's going crazy!

Lynch chuckled softly, "I just wanted to tell you that at any time there will be at least four snipers protecting you in different positions."

"As long as I want, I can make no one alive within 100 meters around you, so you don't need to worry too much about safety at all."

"There are also our people patrolling the periphery, and there are also secret posts. The security service you enjoy now is even higher than that of the federal president!"

"Assassination of the President may succeed, but assassination of you is absolutely impossible!"

"I have other things to do, do you have any questions?"

Indifference in the gentle voice, Isabella sighed after being silent for a while, "No, you can hang up."

"Goodbye then, Isabella!"

Lynch shook his head after hanging up the phone. He glanced at the calendar. He was still a few days away, hoping to delay it a little longer!

Whether they're going to assassinate Isabella or negotiating a partnership with Isabella, it takes time, which makes a lot of things a lot smoother.

For example, closing and opening positions in various financial accounts, such as continuous intake of gold.

Especially buying gold is very important.

The Silver Alliance will be destined to become a failed federation, and then gold will become the precious metal for the currency pair again, which also means that whoever owns more gold will be able to become the mainstream world circulation settlement currency in the future.

Lynch and the six major banks and even the Federation are joining forces to eat gold. The financial monsters of the six major banks are starting to make deals. The effect is completely different from that of ordinary institutions and bookmakers.

While they eat gold, they use the gold they eat to press the market. These are spot, not futures. This also means that as long as someone has money, they can definitely buy this gold.

It is also a spot transaction, so the increasing short-sale has caused panic among retail investors and small and medium-sized institutions.

The more they vomit, the bigger the pressure plate and the stronger the empty plate, the more they force those who are still holding on to make concessions!

It's like a snowball that can be stopped at first, but once it starts, it can't be stopped.

The short-term decline of silver did not give the price of gold a respite. On the contrary, because of the continuous large-scale selling that no one received, it caused the next continuous decline and continued to stimulate the market.

On Wednesday of the new week, the price of gold has dropped from nearly forty dollars an ounce to twenty-nine dollars an ounce, and it's still going down!

While shorting gold, taking in, and starting to short silver at the same time, both Lime's investment funds and Blackstone funds began to operate at full speed.

There are six major banks in cooperation~IndoMTL.com~ With the Federation backed, Lynch will feel sorry for himself if he doesn't make a fortune!

A week later, the price of silver rose back to a high of 19 yuan on Friday after fluctuating back and forth for the first three days, and is ready to charge 20 yuan anytime, anywhere.

At Lynch's instruction, Charlie (sister), who has been in contact with Isabella, also announced to the public in the name of "Charlie Silver Foundation" that they have obtained the mining rights of the Marillo Silver Mine for the next ten years.

At the same time, they believe that it is not the most suitable time, so they will not mine this silver mine for the time being. This news has become the last help for silver.

With one minute to the close on Friday afternoon, the price of silver had risen to nineteen seventy-six cents, and twenty-four cents could do wonders!

At the very last minute, a large number of short accounts suddenly appeared in the silver futures market.

And when no one reacts, the trading hours are over...

Many people have a question, whose handwriting is this?

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