Blackstone Code Chapter 655: Party
Text 0655 Party
"You have gained my friendship, Mr. Chief.", Lynch reminded before getting out of the car.
The IRS is indeed a very useful knife. Unfortunately, the knife does not have its own mind. As long as the knife is taken away from the hands of others, let alone for one's own use, at least it will no longer be a threat to oneself. .
As for the phrase "the knife grows in the hand", the person who put forward this idea must not have considered the problem of people whose palms become knives going to the toilet.
Standing outside the car, the moonlight and neon lights made Lynch's face visible, and he smiled and said goodbye to the assistant chief sitting in the cab.
"Thank you very much for understanding what I said to me, and I suggest that some things can be delayed..."
"Sorry to interrupt your dinner, goodbye, Mr. Chief!"
At this time, a car that was blatantly without a license plate came quickly and stopped on the side of the road. Lynch turned and stepped into the car, and then the car disappeared into the night.
Assistant Commissioner looked at the sticky drink on him and the fried chicken soaked in the drink, he slapped the steering wheel hard, the harsh sound of the car horn covered his swearing words, and took him along with him. The contents of the dinner plate were thrown out of the car window.
I don't know if he scolded the food or Lynch...
Everything is under control.
At the same time, a middle-aged man named Dyson in his 60s was leaning on a woman in her 30s and 40s to strengthen her workout. He was covered in sweat.
The woman lying on the bed had no expression, her eyes were hollow, and she had no charm, as if... she had lost her soul.
Dyson was lucky. In the past two years, he met an interesting person who led him to register a company and gave him a 1% share every month, but he couldn't manage the company.
He had heard of this kind of thing. At that time, he was still a homeless person. There were many talents in the group of homeless people. He knew what it meant.
It doesn't matter to him even if he goes to jail, anyway, his life has always been hard, and it is a gift to enjoy one more day.
Since then, he can get various dividends ranging from thousands to tens of thousands every month. Sometimes he also wonders if he can get more from the company if he fights for it. After all, it is company named after him.
But this kind of thing can only be thought about, he is not the opponent of those people, he has self-knowledge.
After he became rich, his life became much better. For example, he rented a big house near a park where homeless people gathered. Now the real estate has entered a cold winter. Can rent a good one.
Secondly, he also set up a small family. At the beginning of last year, two female homeless people, one big and one small, came to the park. By the age of twenty, it is a mother-daughter relationship.
Older women are more normal. The younger girl seems to have a brain problem. It is said that it was caused by a fever. Disability Allowance.
The woman's husband had abandoned them long ago, and the woman herself had lost her job, all her property was taken from the bank, and she had to go out to wander.
She had tried to sell her dignity to enrich her daughter before, but those people thought that even her daughter would be spared.
Knowing this, Dyson "adopted" the two women, providing them with a place to live, hot water, steady food, and sometimes pocket money.
And all they have to do is tidy up the house while the older women provide Dyson with some warmth they can.
Maybe he was a little tired from exercising. Dyson sat next to the woman. He picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips.
At this moment, the fool's daughter walked in, looked at the two people on the bed with a smirk, and just stood by the door and watched.
The woman quickly picked up the thin quilt and covered her body, scolded a few words, and the girl left.
Looking at the girl's big buttocks trembling as she left, Dyson swallowed and glanced at the woman, "What did you think about what I said to you last time?"
The woman's godless eyes suddenly filled with vigilant light, "I haven't thought about it, and this kind of thing... I'm hard to accept!"
"It's better to be cheaper than me!", he said bluntly, "Listen, it's very difficult for her to marry a normal person like this, she can only marry a homeless man in a square or a park, or even become one of everyone's" toys'."
"It is better to leave it to me if you treat others rudely, at least I will be gentle and..."
He took another sip of wine, "I don't have a wife and children. After I die, I will leave everything I have to you. These will at least ensure that you can have a stable living environment."
"You can think about it slowly, but my patience is limited."
He put on his clothes and left the room with a wine bottle, leaving only the woman with a pained face sitting there.
He adopted the mother-daughter pair to take it all in, and he was getting impatient after waiting so long.
As soon as Dyson got to the park, he was greeted by homeless people, and he was one of the most famous people here.
Although everyone doesn't know how he made a fortune, they haven't forgotten the old brothers here, who often bring some wine to share with you, and are deeply loved by people.
The homeless are homeless partly because of money and partly because of alcohol.
He walked around outside, watching the sky get late, and walking towards the house where he lived after saying goodbye to those old friends. In addition to the wine, only the young and hot body remained in his mind.
He felt hot and dry mouth at the thought of some kind of taboo that didn't really exist, but there was a faint sense of taboo.
No wait, just tonight, even with some extreme means, he spent a lot of money on that mother and daughter, and that's enough money to maintain a stripper in a strip club!
He clutched the bottle in his hand and took another sip.
His face showed a kind of redness, and some of the redness turned black. I don't know if it was because of the weather or because he didn't wash his face often.
Just at the last intersection, less than twenty meters from where he lived, suddenly he had a pain in his lower back, and he took two steps to realize the pain.
He stretched out his hand and touched his head and looked down, it was hot and humid and red, he looked back at his clothes again, nothing could be seen in the night, but the skin on his back waist felt a horrible Terrifying pain, like being scalded by boiling water.
He turned around in horror and saw a boy, a boy of twelve, three or four years old.
He wears a cap with a beige plaid stripe on a camel base, a small brown-grey vest, and holds a sharp knife in his hand.
He stabbed Dyson a few more times. The blood spread faster. The severe imbalance made it difficult for him to even walk in a straight line. fell to the ground.
The boy walked up to him, rummaged through his pockets, found some money and put it in his own pocket, then slowly walked forward with the dagger.
About five minutes later, police found him on the side of the road.
He didn't resist, didn't struggle, and even took the initiative to drop the knife in his hand when he saw the police coming, and then knelt on the ground with his hands raised.
He remained silent the whole time as the police pinned him to the ground, handcuffed him, and stuffed him into the car.
There is no doubt that this is another robbery and murder.
In today's serious socioeconomic recession and more and more unemployed people, the incidence of various public security cases will be much higher than normal. This is because many people have lost the cost of survival and they have to take desperate risks.
Compared to others being hurt, at least they can survive, this is selfish, it is a crime, but it is also the instinct of the species to want to live.
Of course, none of this has anything to do with Mr. Lin, absolutely nothing.
The mist in the morning only appeared for a short time and then completely dissipated. Some scientists believe that this is not a fog formed by condensation of water molecules in the conventional sense, but a fog formed by dust.
In recent years, the environmental problems of the Federation have indeed been serious, and this has been more so for the past six months.
Cement factories all over the country are working overtime, obviously the economy is not very good, but the trend of construction does not seem to stop completely.
This also gives the Environment Agency and some civil sanitation organizations a place to play their value. They either raid here all day long or go there to make trouble.
In the early morning, some sanitation personnel wearing green-on-brown logos were marching with signs and it seemed that they had found a new target.
Joining various organizations at this difficult time is also a way to make a living, especially when joining various organizations on Bupen's side, some of them are better paid than jobs.
At this moment, they suddenly made a loud noise at the luxury motorcade on the roadside~IndoMTL.com~ and waved the signboard in their hands vigorously. Some of them even ran towards the motorcade emotionally, trying to intercept the motorcade. .
Unfortunately, the speed of the convoy did not decrease. Some people were about to be hit and had to swear aside.
"These people are getting more and more annoying..."
In the car, Mr. Truman commented.
Lynch came to Bu Payne after he dealt with the York State affairs. There were some finishing work there, which were of little value and could be completed without him. His real battlefield was in Bu Payne.
If you don't deal with the people behind the scenes, even if you deal with the York State Revenue Service, it may not be long before the York State Bureau of Investigation jumps out.
If you don't address the troublemaker, trouble will continue.
Mr. Trueman picked up Lynch himself, he was still on "vacation" so he had more time for some personal matters.
"It's all about money." Lynch commented pertinently.
The birth of environmental protection organizations did not originate from human beings' guilt towards nature and their awakening to themselves - human beings are not so sacred, and their birth was actually born from the struggle between capital and capital.
It's just that some idiots really believe it. They never think about where the money for this kind of non-profit organization to hold various activities every year comes from. They are brainwashed by "justice".
The convoy did not stop in the city and went directly to the villa area in the middle of the mountain. Finally, the two entered Lynch's mansion together.
Sitting in the spacious study, Lynch sat next to Mr. Truman with two glasses of wine and asked a question, "Would you like to show those people some color?"
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