Blackstone Code Chapter 886: Let’s go

"This road is so empty today?"

A **** is driving along the famous Linhai Avenue on the west coast. The beautiful woman in the passenger seat is his new girlfriend.

In the eyes of the rich, the Federation is a paradise that falls into the mortal world. As long as you have money, you can buy anything here.

Healthy body, longer life than others, more fiery love, warmer and softer body...

There's nothing you can't buy, and if there is, it just means you're not really rich.

Every time he has new girlfriends, he takes them for a run along this road, which is the most famous scenic spot in the city.

The prosperity of the west coast is not as common as the east coast. Not every city is very prosperous. The business here is highly concentrated in a few cities, which has also led to the rich people in these cities, more than the wealthy people on the entire west coast.

There are a lot of rich people, and they have to do things like build a road that will show the status of the city.

Following the wide and flat seaside road, under the blowing of the sea breeze, you can enjoy the breath of nature in the greenery. The blue sea in the distance is like a blue gem embedded in the ground. The outside creates a comfortable feeling.

And there is a very prosperous commercial center on one side of this road. There are many shops and restaurants suitable for shopping in any place.

Buy some less painful gifts, have a meal together, open a bottle of wine, and open a room next to you to talk about life.

This has also made Linhai Avenue a tourist attraction in the city, with a lot of cars and pedestrians on weekdays.

It is strange that there are no vehicles today.

The girl is not very familiar with this place, and clutches the only bag she can hold tightly, smiling reservedly and looking shy.

She learned this trick in high school.

The vehicle traveled for a while before being stopped by a police officer waving a warning sign.

"Hey, there's a mission ahead, you'll have to take a detour."

The young man looked ahead. There were indeed many people, but there was nothing on the road. There were some oil tankers on both sides of the road.

The detour from here is a little far. Maybe the local city hall did not consider that this extremely wide road will be requisitioned one day.

He retorted a little, "There is nothing ahead, Mr. Police, I think you can let me pass."

As he spoke, he took out a twenty-dollar bill, clipped it to the rack of his driver's license, and handed it over.

"If we take a detour, it will take at least twenty minutes. We have already reserved the restaurant."

The policeman shook his head, "While we can still stand here and talk, I suggest you turn around..."

He said and looked not far away, and two security committee agents walked towards this side.

This incident involves the safety of hundreds of rich people in the Federation or their relatives. In addition, the President attaches great importance to it, so the Security Committee has also been dispatched.

The young man could see the identities of these two people at a glance, and he didn't seem to be afraid of people in these privileged institutions because of his family background.

This is also the prerogative of the wealthy in the Commonwealth.

Those who can violently break in anytime, anywhere, break into the homes of the poor, push innocent families to the ground, make a mess of their homes, and leave after saying "sorry for the wrong house number" at the end .

They learn to be polite when dealing with the rich, they even pick up cigarette butts they accidentally throw away and put them in their pockets, and they remember not to stain those expensive floors or carpets.

Perhaps those two agents could let them pass, the young man thought—

It's the gift of the Commonwealth to recognize at a glance who's a police officer, who's an investigator, who's a federal agent.

The policeman looked at the approaching agent. He tried his best. "I advise you to leave immediately. They are not easy to mess with."

"It's fine!"

The young man laughs, his father is a member of parliament and his mother is the chairman of a well-known local company, where he has privileges.

As the two approached, he wanted to take the initiative to say hello, but he didn't get a friendly response.

One of the agents glanced at him, "Get out of the car and get checked."

The young man froze for a moment and looked at the two agents with a look of disbelief, "You know I'm..."

Faced with the raised gun, he had to raise his hands and shut his mouth, got out of the car in embarrassment, and declared that he was not in danger.

Just as he was lying on the front of the car being searched and couldn't understand why, suddenly there was a distinct roar in the air.

A plane flew over in a swish from the direction he was facing, began to lower its altitude a few dozen meters away, and landed.

The people he saw before, those on both sides of the road rushed over immediately, and the tanker drove past.

The pilot climbed out of the plane with excitement on his face, "I think I found them!"

The news was very exciting, and it was a relief for Mr. President to get an update a minute later.

He gave the highest instructions from the Federal President - "Make sure that no one is hurt, and I allow you to fire freely when necessary!"

Finding the boat, half the responsibility is thrown away, which is good news for him.

Researchers at the Institute began recording some of the conditions that occurred in flight, re-examining the aircraft's performance and metal fatigue.

Metal fatigue is also one of the aircraft killers during this period, and they want to make sure that every detail goes right.

Fortunately, the new materials are still qualified. Although there are some problems in some places, they are all small problems. Generally speaking, it is satisfactory.

Of course, this satisfaction also has a price, the price of aluminum alloys is not cheap at this time!

In order to make the aircraft fly farther, the institute has re-equipped four auxiliary fuel tanks for the aircraft, and these auxiliary fuel tanks are all throwable, and only in this way can the flight range of the aircraft be improved as much as possible.

Everyone was keeping a detailed record of where the pilots found the ship, and some warships on the surface responded by turning around.

Meanwhile, Mr. Beret stood at the bow of the ship and looked at what was humming and flying in the sky before.

That thing had been flying away for a long time, but for some reason, his heart was beating wildly, and he always had a very special feeling, as if something terrible was about to happen.

He thinks it has something to do with that flying thing, but the question is what the **** is it?

Marillo doesn't have an aircraft exposition, let alone an aircraft research institute.

Conquests among the warlords have brought their technology to a permanent standstill.

Warlords don't invest money in scientific research, because the payback period in this field is very long. Rather than letting scientists waste their small budget, they prefer to buy more weapons and expand their own site.

He doesn't know anything about aircraft or planes, but he vaguely perceives that that thing must have something to do with the Federation, and he may have exposed it.

A failed raid, he told himself.

But it's not too much of a failure, at least he has completed some of his original ideas, attacking the reputation of the warlord behind every moment.

Without competition between big warlords, small and medium-sized warlords will never have a future. This situation also forces them to constantly challenge other small and medium-sized warlords in order to nourish themselves.

Only by shaking the big warlords can we break the current domestic pattern of Mariro.

Beret may not know this, he does these things just out of instinct, wanting to give those big warlords a bad look, and at the same time make some money to grow and develop himself.

Others dare not move the boat and the rich man on board every moment, but he dares, this is prestige!

When he returns to Marilo, he will dispose of the loot, and with the money he will be able to quickly build a professional army.

The future is waving to him!

As soon as he made his decision, he made a choice, "Let people speed up and get everything valuable on board before night."

He's not leaving now, he's leaving at night, just as he came at night.

In this way, even if the Federals came over, they would not know where he went or how long he had gone.

Even at this moment, he is considering whether to kill everyone on the ship.

But the thought of that thing flying around in the sky made him hesitate.

When people make choices, the most fearful thing is hesitation.

When an idea arises and does not realize it, it will be replaced by a second idea, which is why there is a saying "Courage is easily dissipated, and blood is quickly cooled"

Everyone is doing their thing in an orderly manner.

Snatch any wealth in sight - these are those Marillo robber soldiers.

Watching others take all their belongings in unease, awaiting judgment - these are ordinary passengers.

Keep repeating those sample essays and getting people to sign a check for themselves - this is Lynch.

Lynch's pace is not disrupted.

During dinner, the beret found Lynch.

He's sitting at the table enjoying a meal~IndoMTL.com~ This cruise ship has a lot of precious ingredients stocked, and it's been a holiday for Beret and his people these days.

Every day is delicious or delicious. When there is a need, there are many Mallory girls in the lower floors.

Whether it is purging fire or venting fire, they are guaranteed to be satisfied.

Eating high-quality beef, all of a sudden the beret is still a little bit reluctant to live now.

"Sit down, have you eaten dinner yet?" He pointed to the chair beside him and let Lynch sit down, "If you haven't eaten, you can have some, this kind of beef is delicious, no matter if it's cooked. Eat it raw."

Lynch glanced at the plate in front of him. It wasn't fully cooked, and there was some blood on the white plate.

"I ate it."

Beret leaned back indifferently, grinning as if she was using her tongue to clean up the food residue that might remain between her teeth, and put her arms on the arm of the chair, "Those things you said, How are you doing?"