blackstone code

Chapter 921 Visit
"What's going on, why did the police find you there?"

Sanchez squinted at his uncle CEO, and left the room with the phone in his hand.

Standing in the corridor, listening to his subordinates' reports, his temples were bulging, which was one of the signs that his emotions were about to explode.

He arranged for his men to arrest Mr. President's family members, and sent them to the cellar of the villa in consideration of not affecting others.

The cellar is used to store all kinds of alcoholic beverages. This kind of cellar is not just a simple room dug in the ground, but also considers the problem of constant temperature, so it is a multi-layered cellar.

Shooting in the cellar doesn't mean that gunshots can be heard outside, even if a bomb is dropped inside, only a slight muffled sound can be heard outside.

At the same time, it is also very convenient to dispose of the corpses in that place, as long as the corpses are thrown into the wine barrels and sealed, no one will know whether those people are dead or missing without anyone picking up the wine.

Unfortunately, now that the police are coming to the door, Sanchez has to wonder if his subordinates have done something they shouldn't have done and alarmed the federal police.

The feedback from the other end of the phone was timely. They didn't do anything, but the police came anyway.

Once entangled in the firefight, want to leave?

That is purely a dream, and the police support will only increase, and the militia and the army in the security zone may even be used.

After all, this is Bu Paine, the core of the federation!
Sanchez walked back and forth a few steps with some headaches, "Get out of there as soon as possible, find a way to get out, and don't get entangled with them!"

Then he hung up the phone, he didn't want to hear these people's voices again.

There was no anger on Sanchez's calm face, only some boredom. He walked back and forth a few steps, slammed the phone on the ground, and returned to the interrogation room.

He strode up to Mr. President and grabbed his clothes, "You already knew that these things would happen?"

Mr. President had a strange expression, as if he was smiling, but he didn't if he looked carefully.

"I don't know what's going to happen, but it looks like it did..."

The appearance of the police brought Sanchez too much passiveness. Just when he was about to step up his efforts, his subordinates broke into the room, "Colonel, the police are here."

Colonel was Sanchez's military rank when he was in Mariro. As the eldest son of a warlord, he has lived for so long without dying from various accidents, and he has accumulated enough meritorious service.

Colonel is the highest military rank in the current warlord system except for the general himself.

Sanchez looked back at his subordinates, then at Mr. President, then turned and left.

No matter who created this situation, whether it was his uncle, Mr. President, or someone else did it, he couldn't take Mr. President away from here.

Once the police found Mr. President in his car, he couldn't get away by himself.

At this time, he understood what Mr. President said, what he did wrong, and he committed a crime.

This is also one of the residences of Mr. President, so it is normal for the police to come here.

Sanchez left very quickly. They walked forward, and the police found it on the back foot. They even passed cars on the road.

Soon Bu Paine began to spread the news that the president of Every Hour was kidnapped and severely tortured, and his family suffered an accident, leaving him alone——

The first half sentence sounds really miserable, but why does the second half sound like a good thing?
These rich people in Bupain have to cede a total of hundreds of millions of assets to their other half every year because of divorce cases. If most of the rich were not courageous enough, they would have hired killers to kill their wives.

Of course, this is just a small episode, and people are still concerned about how Mr. President is treated.

Some wealthy people immediately spoke out, hoping that the police could crack down on the case, catch the perpetrators as soon as possible, and let them be punished as they should.

Mr. President was also sent to the hospital to receive the best treatment, but his condition is not very good.

"The problem with the arm can still recover, and we have ways to deal with some injuries on the body, but..." The doctor in the ward lowered his head and confirmed the report again, "We can't do anything about your balls gone."

"It's been stripped for too long, we've checked your pouch, the severed tissue has shrunk, and your stripped balls..."

"They're broken."

When the doctor said these words, he felt a pain in his lower body. This son-of-a-bitch kidnapper is really inhuman.

Not only did he kill the entire family of Mr. President, but he also made him infertile, which also meant that he could no longer have offspring.

All his wealth has no heirs!
Oh, seems to hear he has a nephew or something, lucky fellas.

The doctor who was lamenting the vagaries of life and the good luck of Mr. President's nephew would definitely not believe that these were all done by Mr. President's nephew.

Mr. President looked at the doctor blankly. The doctor was embarrassed by him and smiled awkwardly.

"Besides, there is a large area of ​​electrical injury underneath you. I will prescribe you a sufficient dose of painkillers. After their edema ends, most of their functions may recover."

"I'm not sure if you need hormones..."

Mr. President's lips moved, "Get lost!"

"I don't want to repeat it a second time, get out!"

He grabbed the pillow and threw it at the doctor. Doctor Federation made a gesture of retreat and left the room.

He was not angry at all, for the sake of money, and at the same time, he thought it might have something to do with the hormonal disturbance in Mr. President's body, and he would become more emotional because the hormonal balance in his body was broken.

In short, rich people deserve forgiveness for everything they do, because they have money.

Mr. President lying on the bed sighed heavily, he survived, this is the only good news.

As for the family... In fact, he still has them. Ever since his elder brother killed the first comrade who started a family with them, he has been paying attention.

It doesn't matter if the ball is gone, the function of the other little guy is still there, he can still enjoy happiness, that's enough.

It doesn't matter if the children are all gone, as long as he still has money, there will be countless people in this world who want to call him dad.

He is considering how to deal with the official investigation.

At this moment, the door opened.

Mr. President couldn't restrain the anger surging in his body at all, he almost yelled, "I said, get out, don't bother me."

After the door opened, Lynch stood at the door, "This is definitely not what I said."

Mr. President was stunned for a moment, trying to struggle to sit up, but his lower limbs were injured too badly.

Long-term intermittent electric shocks caused severe edema in his lower limbs, and with various wounds, it was not so easy for him to sit up.

"Of course not, Mr. Lynch. I thought it was the doctors and nurses."

As he spoke, he was a little curious, "How... how did you get in? When I came, I was surrounded by people from the Bureau of Investigation."

"I said we are friends, and what you need most now is a friend, so they let me in."

Lynch didn't tell the truth, he just showed his credentials as a special advisor to the Security Council, and the FBI let him in.

Although from a certain point of view, a special consultant is almost a temporary worker, but a consultant is a consultant, and the level is not low.

Mr. President knew that Lynch was not telling the truth, and he also knew that only a fool would expose this question, "Please sit down, Mr. Lynch, please forgive me for not being able to get up to greet you."

Lynch walked to the bed, and he put a flower "by the way" from the door of another ward on the side of the bedside table, and sat beside him.

"What you encountered has something to do with Mr. Sanchez?"

Knowing that this was the truth, he still asked the question.

Mr. President did not hide anything, nodded and said, "That's true. He wanted the stocks in my hand and forced me to sign those transfer agreements, but I didn't do that."

"They...they just killed my family!"

For a moment, Mr. President's eyes became red, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"I was also very shocked when I heard the news. If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know in time!" Lynch appropriately showed his benevolent and compassionate side.

But then, he said, "In fact, all the problems are concentrated in one point, and that is the shares in your hand..."

Mr. President, who was about to cry, suddenly became alert, and the tears that had been brewing were sucked back by the lacrimal gland, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Lynch."

Lynch crossed his legs, and naturally crossed his hands on his lap, "I mean, maybe you can transfer some of the shares to me, so that I can share some risks for you."

"Look at you now, I don't think you can stand the second torture."

Mr. President was greeting Lynch in turns with a bellyful of swear words. His expression changed back and forth, weighing the pros and cons.

Lynch came up with this idea at this time, definitely not a sudden idea.

Having just experienced multiple injuries, Mr. President needs to seriously consider this issue.

Seeing Mr. President's silence, Lynch continued to say in a flat tone that seemed to be in a small chat, "This is the core of the problem. As long as the shares are in your possession, you will never be able to get rid of these nightmares."

"But I can help you..."

Mr. President retorted in a weak manner, "If every moment of the shares falls into your hands, my brother will no longer supply you with tobacco, and they may support a company again."

"That's why you still get hurt!" Lynch pointed at Mr. President unceremoniously, "You're still so childish."

"If he doesn't want to supply it, just change someone who is willing to supply it. There are so many people in Marillo. I believe there will be someone willing to kneel down in front of me for Sol!"

(End of this chapter)