Blackstone Code Chapter 930: Dolphin hero

The busy day finally came to an end. Mr. Lin sat in the living room to rest for a while. The reporters on the TV station were talking ridiculously stupid things. The funny faces of the politicians turned the TV show into a funny comedy.

At this moment, the glamorous agent of the Security Committee suddenly came out from the corner of the living room, both with guns in their hands, and the insurance was turned on.

Austin quickly flipped out a body armor from under the couch and asked Lynch to put it on.

Lynch obediently wore a body armor and asked calmly, "Is someone here?"

Austin nodded solemnly, "Just now the community service company said the smoke alarm went off for a vacant house..."

She said, helping Lynch sort out his body armor, "This is definitely not a false alarm. Someone is going to use this method to attract the attention of the guards, and their target is likely to be you."

"This is my first time wearing a body armor, and I hope it's the last." Lynch said casually, but Austin didn't understand the deeper meaning of the sentence.

She continued to say what she knew, "The Security Committee sent two agents to check, and there will be news soon..."

The sound of gunfire in the distance made Austin nervous. She quickly pulled out the pistol in her holster and blocked it in front of Lynch.

If it was just a bait to get people's attention, there shouldn't be a gunshot.

There are gunshots, which means that there may be an engagement, which is not in line with their judgment just now.

Lynch looked at Austin so nervously in front of him, he said softly, "I'm actually quite safe."

Austen ignored him, either because he didn't understand the meaning of the sentence, or because he thought Lynch was being too careless.

Actually, Lynch's meaning is very accurate, he is not in danger, because now those stocks are in his hands.

This is the Federation. Anyone who wants to do anything here must follow the rules of the Federation, whether within or outside the rules.

As long as they're targeting those stocks, they can't take Lynch by surprise!

Once Lynch has an accident, they may never get those shares back.

The reason is very simple. Lynch has long since separated from the family and lived independently, and Sera and Nell have both divorced. belong to the weighted party.

On the contrary, Lynch's legacy is more likely to be established by the capitalists in the company he founded, setting up various foundations in his name, and then finding him some unfulfilled wishes.

For example, the idea of ​​subsidizing the poor to go to school is the goal of the foundation's operation, so as to reasonably and legally achieve the purpose of embezzling Lynch's wealth.

When they feel that the time is right, they will end the operation of the foundation directly on the grounds that the foundation is not operating well and go bankrupt, and then no one will pay attention to where the money goes and whose pockets it goes into.

What if someone wanted to fight for these inheritances?

Those capitalists are absolutely going to try to solve the person who caused the problem for the money, the astronomical wealth.

So Lynch is actually pretty safe, no one would be stupid enough to shoot him at a time like this, especially the dangerous Sanchez.

At this time, the seemingly dangerous, but unlucky Sanchez has been lurking in the bushes in the backyard of the villa, facing a result he does not want to admit, his infiltration operation failed.

He is not facing the security level of ordinary millionaires and ordinary millionaires. The agents with the latest standard rifles on the roof of the villa and the balcony on the second floor are enough to make his scalp tingle. What's more terrifying is that the huge searchlight makes the whole The yard is brighter than during the day.

Don't say a person sneaking over the fence, over the court and the swimming pool, and then crawling along the turf for 20 meters and approaching the house, the moment he just stood up, a bullet might pierce his head .

These protective forces were not shaken at all by a smoke alarm in another house, and they didn't even pay attention to what was happening in the distance.

Damn!

At this point, Sanchez suddenly felt that it was a foolish decision to jump out of the car to find Lynch, but at the same time it was a no-brainer.

Once he is sent back to Marillo, his father will absolutely strip him of all power because he screwed this up, he will be excluded from the center of power and neither will his brother and sister Let him go.

It is very likely that these younger brothers and sisters, who seem to be well-behaved and sensible on weekdays, will quietly kill their father as soon as he has no regrets, so as to prevent their father from regretting later.

Siblings have been competing since a long time ago, and with fewer and fewer grown-up siblings, there is an idea in everyone's mind—

The last one left must be the heir.

There is no warmth in the warlord's world. Anyone can be killed. For power, his father can kill anyone.

Sanchez didn't want to accept the reality of failure, much less being thrown into a dungeon and dying in despair.

He wanted to fight, but at this point, he felt hopeless.

He can't get in at all!

Got a way!

The brain was churning at a speed he had never tried before, the sound of the firefight in the distance had ceased, and the stupid tool man tramp couldn't bear the horror of live ammunition.

At this time, Sanchez stood up sweating.

Human vision is very strange, or animal vision is very strange, people's observation power will be infinitely weakened for static things, and it is even difficult for them to distinguish certain salient features in some photos.

For example, a rock leopard on a cliff, or a white dog in the snow, but for dynamic things, it has a significant advantage.

In this snow-white light, the slightest movement of something can draw attention.

As Sanchez stood up, three weapons were pointed at him, and they reported to the people in the room that Sanchez had been found.

Sanchez, holding his pistol high with his hands up, slowly emerged from the bushes and knelt on the field.

He slowly put the weapon on the ground, raised his hands high, and two soldiers approached slowly with their guns up.

"Get down on the ground and put your hands where I can see!" a soldier shouted loudly.

Sanchez did, feeling that he couldn't die for a while, "Don't shoot, I've put my weapon on the ground, I surrender!"

He slowly lay on the ground, spread his arms, a soldier came over, bound his hands, and then he was half-lifted and half-lifted.

"I want to see Mr. Lynch, I have something important to tell Mr. Lynch..." This is the only way he can think of now.

Go back and die, stay?

The Federals caught him and either sent him back to Marillo or thrown him in jail, or he lived here as a homeless person for the rest of his life, but he didn't want to choose either.

Having enjoyed the enjoyment of power, how could it be possible to endure a careful and aggrieved life?

A short while later, an agent who had left came back and escorted him to the villa, knowing he had made the right bet.

Lynch was sitting on the sofa. He said he was actually safe, and even Sanchez had been caught, but he never took off his body armor.

The most surprising thing is that Sanchez actually took the initiative to stand up, which also made Austin a little confused. If he came to talk to Lynch, why should he set off alarms elsewhere?

"He may have wanted to sneak in at first, but soon he found he couldn't, so he changed his mind, which is normal." Lynch lit a cigarette, and then it was time for his brain .

While speaking, the embarrassed Sanchez was escorted into the living room by two agents, Lynch glanced, "Take off his clothes and leave him a pair of underwear, I don't want to see him like a magician. Conjured a weapon from somewhere."

Austen's mouth twitched, sometimes she thought Lynch was weird, he was often saying the opposite of what he was acting.

Like just now, he keeps repeating that he's safe~IndoMTL.com~ Now it's funny to strip Sanchez for safety.

What's more interesting is that Sanchez has two little dolphins printed on his underwear.

This is a famous animated image of the Commonwealth, loved by children between the ages of three and eight.

"I didn't think you liked watching Kunst and Kunstin, and you even put them...", Lynch couldn't help laughing a few times, Kunst and Kunstin are the names of the two dolphins.

Their imagery in serial cartoons is biased towards marine heroes, often fighting various deep-sea monsters.

Sanchez had no embarrassed expression on his face, and the sarcasm didn't work for him.

A cold-blooded guy with scars and tattoos all over his body is wearing such childlike underwear, the contrast is really not small.

Lynch waved, "Looks like you don't appreciate my humor, but that's okay, I heard you want to see me?"

Sanchez nodded.

Lynch added, "You have about five minutes to tell me what you want to see me for and what you can do for me before the FBI comes here and sends you back to Mariro."

Sanchez looked at Lynch, "I'm a little thirsty, give me some water..."

Lynch disagreed, "Wait until the FBI, you can ask for anything."

"But here, no!"

He raised his watch. "You have four minutes."

Actually, these few sentences don't take a minute at all. This is just a means of punishment. Sanchez was the first to waste a minute of everyone's time.

A lot of words flashed through Sanchez's mind, there were various requirements, various conditions, but in the end, all of them came together, and there was only one sentence left-

"I want to live!"

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