Blackstone Code Chapter 53: The grievances and grievances will be written off from now on

After all, people are profit-seeking animals. As long as they are animals, it is difficult to get rid of their instinctive tendencies. No one in this world can be absolutely rational. that option.

The unlucky person saved himself, saved the face of the Tax Bureau of Sabine City, and saved some points for all the law enforcement systems. In fact, Johnson already knew how to choose, but he just didn't want to say it.

The more people's hearts are filled with darkness from ugliness, the more they yearn for purity, but the more they yearn for purity, the more they want to destroy it, no matter what means.

Human nature may be called "human nature", because human nature is sufficiently complex and degenerate enough to set off and give the word "human nature" more connotations.

Director Johnson wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Lynch's calm gaze made him feel like a needle was stuck on his body, which made him very uneasy and uncomfortable.

He rarely encounters well-camouflaged, but aggressive looks like this. It's the look of a superior, as if he had given himself a condition and knew that he couldn't control himself. To make a choice, you have to pretend to be generous and let yourself choose, but you can only choose the only answer.

It hurts a bit, sweat on his face, more sweat on his neck, maybe it's really too hot in here, maybe it's because the face-to-face interaction with Lynch "alone" made him feel too much Pressure, he suddenly stood up.

Originally, after standing up, he still had a movement of pulling away from the chair and turning away. The movement paused here, and he was a little guilty and explained, "I want to think about it, yes, think about it... …”

He glanced at Lynch. After Lynch made a "please" gesture, he walked out of the barbecue shop while wiping away his sweat. He stood on the sidewalk with a wet handkerchief, looked back at the Lin Qi, who appeared and disappeared in the silhouette, trembled slightly in his hands.

His hands were a little less obedient, and his sudden anger into anger caused him to slam the slightly heavy and wet handkerchief to the ground. Calm down quickly.

He patted his mouth, got into the car, shivered, took out the key and put it in the lock cylinder, set it on fire, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly disappeared by the side of the road.

After returning home, Johnson locked himself in the study. He rarely took down a bottle of spirits that was used to decorate the wine rack. He only drank when he was socializing. Likes to drink, which may have something to do with his alcoholic father who often beat him and his mother after drinking.

More than 40 years have passed, some things and some people have become the past tense, but some things seem to be at that moment more than 40 years ago, and they have not changed at all.

Cup after cup of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt caused his mood swings to be very large, because his decision would change the lives of three people, and even destroy them. Personally, but he had no other choice.

Commissioner Johnson is a good guy, at least that's what people in the tax office say. It's his moderation that got him to commissioner and his moderation that stopped him, but that's about to change.

The next day, the director who lived and talked well in people's eyes disappeared, replaced by a director who was always frowning, and there was a pale sharpness in his voice.

In the next few days, under the situation that public opinion continued to ferment, Sabine, a small city in the second tier of the Bayer Federation, became the focus of the entire Federation and even the whole world for the first time. This feeling is... very strange.

There are some fresh faces on the streets of downtown blocks, always with a microphone in hand and interview vans not far from them.

The workers' union even launched a one-day strike over the weekend for this matter. The Sabine City union management also paid a special visit to Lynch and expressed their concern for the abuse of power by law enforcement agencies. indignation.

Anyway, this is a very magical time, everyone feels very fresh.

In this novelty, the case of little Michael was opened. Because of Michael's own troubles, and little Michael's refusal to visit any behavior, the court appointed a lawyer as little Michael's defense attorney.

After more than half an hour of negotiation between the defense attorney and little Michael, the defense attorney agreed with little Michael's guilty plea and would try to help him get a shorter sentence as much as possible.

For the lawyers who have to rely on the court to assign them to mess around, the success rate or something has long been ignored by them, and they can mess around for a day.

In this case, Michael Jr. appeared in the dock of the court.

Michael's application to sit in has been approved. After all, he is the father of little Michael. Although he is now under house arrest awaiting the outcome of another injury case, the court has allowed him to come to audit.

It had only been three or five days since the father and son met in court. It seemed like a year had passed since Michael looked at the haggard little Michael, who was heartbroken. Little Michael smiled reluctantly.

Michael Jr. read a confession he didn't know where he came from. After a series of procedures, the lawyer helped Jr. Michael get a nine-month sentence. To be honest, the burglary is only nine months' sentence. beyond the imagination of many.

The lawyer believed that Michael's burglary was more like a burglary based on the fact that he was underage, had no previous criminal history, was able to receive a full scholarship since he was a child, and was a good boy with both good character and study. An unconscious criminal act of passion.

The court reviewed the relevant materials, and finally approved the defense lawyer's defense and gave a minimum sentence. It has to be said that little Michael has been able to help him with a full scholarship all the year round.

Michael was expelled from the courtroom for disturbing the order twice during the trial, but the judge could understand his mood and specifically approved him to meet with Michael Jr. later.

At this time, Michael was crying silently and painfully with his head in his hands. He kept hitting his forehead and head with his fists and slaps, as if he hated himself.

In the quiet corridor, his slight weeping became more obvious, and when he was in great pain, he felt someone sitting beside him.

At this time, Michael is like a lion that has been injured all the time. He opened his mouth without raising his head. A word "go" tore his vocal cords and sprayed out from his throat, which was full of tyrannical mood.

But the person sitting next to him was unmoved, and then Michael heard the sound of a lighter firing, followed by the strong smell of cigarettes.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and face. He didn't want his embarrassment to be seen by others. He was a tough guy. open.

Just as he was about to roar, a familiar voice rang in his ear!

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it!"

Lynch, it's Lynch!

Michael will never forget this voice for the rest of his life, and this voice has also become the main source of his nightmares recently, he glared at Lynch with red eyes, "You come to see my joke, are you proud? "

Lynch curled his lips, handed a cigarette over, and Michael knocked Lynch's hand off.

"Have you always been like this, that everyone should accept your stinky temper?" Lynch retracted his hand that had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, his eyes showing a hint of indifferent.

He was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. The grumpy Michael closed his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at his hands, as if he was immersed in his own world again.

Lynch looked at him and shrugged, stood up, and looked down at him, "I'm here just to tell you that our feud is almost over."

"You will get what you deserve, and you don't have to worry too much about your child, he has a lot of boyfriends in prison..."

Michael burst out again, grabbing Lynch's collar with both hands, while Lynch raised his hands.

The lion was injured, but he was still a lion.

Lynch was not afraid of the tragic aura on Michael's body at all, he said in a joking tone, "If I were you, I would let go, you and your son have already paid for your fault, Think about your wife too..."

The next second, Michael's fierce eyes turned pale instantly. Although the lion is scary, it is not a hunter's opponent after all.

Lynch tidied up his collar and said with a smile, "Okay, I've finished what I have to say, I wish you a happy holiday, Mr. Michael!"

The footsteps were getting farther and farther. Michael turned his head stiffly and watched Lynch disappear into the afterglow of the sun on the other side of the corridor. His consciousness seemed to be drowned by the light at the moment when Lynch merged into the afterglow.

It's like... drowning, making it impossible to breathe!

Even if it's bright!