Blackstone Code Chapter 223: Bar, Equivalent, Deal
Updated: A senior FBI agent isn't a job that everyone envies, because it's just too dangerous.
Baylor Federation is not a country with strict control over firearms. At the beginning of this new country established by a group of pirates and destitute nobles, everyone has plunder and vigilance hidden in their bones, and they legally own firearms and use them. Weapons to protect oneself and one's property were written into the charter from the very beginning.
Since the founding of the Commonwealth, there have been several major discussions on the issue of weapons in the whole society, but in the end, the gun faction has won the final victory, and many people actually know that the gun ban faction cannot succeed.
Because behind these discussions, there are dozens of chemical companies and military-industrial enterprises supporting the gunmen.
The proliferation of weapons in society makes every mission terrifying and has to face a choice of fate.
Because everyone doesn't know what they're going to face today, whether it's those cowards who dare not look up at your eyes when they speak, or will they suddenly pull out a gun from their arms and pull at you without hesitation Trigger thugs.
From the cause of these cases, from the appearance of these people, no one can accurately distinguish these!
So every agent has a lot of pressure, and if they don't want to become lunatic, they have to find some way to vent these backlogs of negativity.
But whether it's drinking, indulgence, or counseling from a psychiatrist, it costs a lot of money.
Even if their income is high, they have a way to spend it cleanly, and they don't think it's great to do so, it's all for a better life.
Happy hedonism first spreads among this high-pressure group, who enjoy some special rights through their jobs and paychecks.
Loans with lower interest rates and bills with longer instalments make them sunk in and unable to extricate themselves.
In order to extract more profits from these people, many financial companies, including banks, have trapped their current and future income in various ways, and they are happy to do so.
It's just that the dream is about to wake up. When the economy is booming, everything is fine. Various companies will not force a senior agent to make him pay back the money. They will only make the senior agent feel that he is not in the economy. The huge pressure that exists in the world makes them live in the beautiful dream that this society has woven for them.
Until this financial tsunami hit, many companies had huge losses that could not be solved by those on the board who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.
The only effective way is to pass the loss on to someone else.
The senior detective sitting in front of Lynch is now being duped by at least three financial institutions and one bank, and his monthly salary is being split without even seeing him.
There are also some commodity suppliers who have already issued notices after they can't get the instalment. If he can't pay the instalment before January 1, then these people will take back some of the commodities and even go to the court Apply to auction his stuff.
Everything went terribly bad overnight, and what made him even more exhausted was that all the money in his exchange account had evaporated, which was all his savings over the past ten years, although it was not a lot.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and the detective nodded slightly, "I don't guarantee what I will provide...", what he meant was that if he wanted to provide some information to Lynch, the initiative would be in his hands.
He has the final say on what he wants to say, not Lynch, he doesn't want to be led by the nose of this young man, and this may be his last paltry pride.
Lynch smiled, and his smile always made people put down their guard, "Of course, I said, we have no constraints, no contracts, in fact, our relationship is more like a cooperation between the two parties, we Trade what interests us."
The agent nodded, which was exactly what he wanted to say.
The two were quiet for a few more seconds before Lynch asked the first question, "What is the real purpose of your accusation against Mr. Gap?"
The detective was silent for a moment before giving a very official answer, "He is suspected of a case of assault and abuse, and has no other purpose."
Probably working with a businessman for the first time, Mr. Agent's performance is not direct enough.
You don't have to think about it to know that the average assault case doesn't alert the FBI unless it has a huge social impact or someone is killed.
Otherwise, it's just the job of the police station, but this time not only the police station, but also the investigation bureau, it won't be a small case, Mr. Detective didn't tell the truth.
Lynch didn't show displeasure or some kind of displeasure from the Dominator's point of view just because he didn't say it, he just took a fifty-cent coin out of his pocket, put it on the table, pushed it past.
The sound of the coin rubbing against the hardened material on the surface of the table firmly attracted the attention of the detective. Even if the light here was not bright enough, his eyes were always on the coin.
But he didn't move. After he observed it for a while and confirmed that it should have no other meaning, he looked at Lynch with some curiosity, his eyes were full of confusion, as if asking "what does this mean" .
Lynch explained his confusion, "Your answer is only worth fifty points. The newspaper will say more than you say."
This sentence made the detective annoyed all of a sudden. He frowned and stared at Lynch fiercely, but Lynch didn't show any fear or any kind of face, he still kept a smile.
"That's the deal, give, and get."
"You give me what I want, and I can give you what you want. If you can only give me these answers, then you are only worth fifty points, understand what I mean?"
There are different ways to treat different people. For people like Ferrara, his needs are very simple, and he can put down his face. As long as Lynch becomes an important person, Ferrara will surround him. He contributed his strength to him.
The detective hasn't figured out his worth yet. He still thinks that his body is actually worthless and has no power, but he mistakenly makes him feel that he is superior to others.
Lynch debunked him, he's nothing special!
The agent calms down after sulking, sometimes you have to bow your head for some things to others.
He lowered his eyelids and lost his anger, "We don't want Ristoan to leave easily, we are always looking for loopholes in them, Mr. Gap is always working for Ristoan, and we think he holds some important information.”
"If he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison, the only way is to work with us!"
Lynch was very satisfied with the detective's answer, he took out a cash check, quickly signed the amount of two hundred yuan, signed his name, and pushed it over, "It's worth the price. "
Two hundred yuan. In the past, Mr. Detective did not like this money, but now let alone two hundred yuan, fifty yuan is good.
He was silent for a while, then took the check and stuffed it into his pocket, then asked in a slightly sarcastic and defiant tone, "Should I say 'Thank you so much for your generosity'?"
Lynch laughed, "I'm not against it if you want to say it, but don't expect me to pay more just because you put me in a good mood."
He paused, then asked, "If Mr. Gap cooperates with your work, will he go to jail?"
The detective nodded without hesitation, "It's an obvious thing, he can't be pardoned just because he cooperated with us, the authority of this case is not enough to alert the upper-level people to use the "special clause" to pardon him crime."
"But if he can be more proactive with our work, and positive performance will put the judge on his side, he may have less than a decade of crimes."
In the Commonwealth, where the sentence is divided by ten years, more than ten years is a felon, and these people are going to a felon prison, which is not an interesting place.
In ten years or less, I will be in an ordinary regional prison. Although I have to work every day, I will be squeezed to the point where I don't have any excess physical strength, but at least it will not be too bad.
According to some of the information they have so far, if Gap doesn't cooperate with their work, they can easily send Gap to the felon prison.
In that kind of place, with a charge of assaulting, abusing, enslaving women, he might not be able to get out of prison alive.
Each year, the federal government allows a certain number of deaths in prisons, but most of the time these people die of various diseases that make them look like they have suffered inhuman abuse, but that's just Only the outward manifestation of the disease.
This society is sometimes especially ridiculous. In a place full of sin, there are a group of people who have lost their freedom because of crime. Most of them strictly abide by certain universal values. This is ridiculous. Not funny!
Lynch wrote another check for two hundred dollars. While he was writing the check, Mr. Detective kept his eyes on the cash checkbook in Lynch's hand.
Suddenly he realized what a mood swing those robbers were when they robbed ~IndoMTL.com~ It was a temptation, a greed, an irrepressible urge.
As long as he gets this cash checkbook and imitates Lynch's handwriting, he can easily get thousands or more in cash.
He took a gulp from the beer bottle, quenched the urge, and looked at the two hundred dollars pushed over by Lynch.
Suddenly, he didn't find it an unbearable process.
He thought of a lot of things at this time, and thought of some gossip that has been circulating among colleagues, who is collecting dirty money.
He thought of a villa that the director just bought. With the director's salary, he couldn't afford such expenses. Although he said he bought it in installments and used a loan, Mr. Detective knew that it was not that simple.
He made a lot of excuses for himself, at this very moment.
The guilt isn't as strong, and it even makes his act of collecting money somewhat reassuring.