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Blackstone Code - Chapter 403

Published at 15th of March 2024 07:19:55 AM


Chapter 403

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Some people like wealth and others like power. In fact, these things have almost the same essence, that is, privilege.

Lynch not only has money, but also has some power now - special adviser to the Federal National Security Council.

There are two situations for this special adviser in the safety committee. One is low allocation. For example, some agents of the Bureau of investigation have excellent ability in some aspects, which is in line with the recognition of the ability by the safety committee, but there are unstable factors in some aspects, such as alcoholism, such as taking psychotropic control drugs, For example, their family background makes them unable to join the security committee and become regular personnel, so they can't really become agents of the security committee.

But the security committee needs them again, so they will be given the title of special adviser.

They will have almost the same rights and obligations as the agents of the security committee, so as to avoid some audit problems and make use of their personal abilities.

The agents of the security committee don't like these people from the bottom of their heart, because the existence of these people will make the agents of the security committee unhappy. It is precisely because of their incompetence that they have these special advisers.

The existence of special advisers denies the working ability of many agents.

The other is high-profile. People with money, status and reputation like Lynch do not play a role in the security committee to compete with those agents. They may really be just "consultants", so agents have no aversion to these high-profile consultants, and even feel very happy to act with them.

At least there are luxury hotels and manors, enjoying delicacies and high priced wine, which is much more than drinking ninety-nine bottles of wine in small hotels with more than ten yuan a night.

When Lynch came to the capital, found the branch of the security committee and asked them to help find Richard's whereabouts, these people showed great enthusiasm, and soon Richard's trajectory appeared in people's sight.

His car!

The mounted police saw his car, then investigated around an area, and Lynch locked Richard in just over an hour. This is probably the abuse of public resources in the mouth of some people.

Lynch didn't find him immediately, but went to the local company. When he appeared, many people were silly.

It is impossible for any department with problems to have only one moth, or when there is only one moth, the problems of the Department will not be found by others or even noticed by others.

When vera in Saibin noticed that there was a problem with the payment collection here, it means that there may be some problems in the whole department.

Richard couldn't run away, so Lynch took the first step from Richard's men.

Compared with Richard, these young people confessed without resistance for too long.

In fact, the problem here is not just Richard's pocket in the transaction process, but involves more problems.

For example, some female marketers also have their own small groups. In the weekly auction meeting, they will spend the spring night with who has the largest transaction amount.

This method of using the body as a way to thank red fruit and ask customers to bid has seriously violated the federal moral standards and hurt the company's image.

Some people may think that, in this case, why not do it more thoroughly and go out to do something, which is precisely the contradiction in human nature.

Those girls can stand sleeping with clients for work, but they can't stand sleeping with strangers for money, even if the ultimate goal of the former is money.

Under a series of pressing questions, Lynch probably figured out some things, and then he appeared here.

"Come on, sit down, let's talk and play two cards by the way..."

Lynch's voice made Richard unable to resist. He didn't know how to describe this feeling. When an irregular person meets a person who can dominate his destiny, he often reveals his fragile essence.

Richard moved his heavy steps to the opposite side of Lynch. He squeezed out a smile. "Boss, why didn't you inform me when you came? I should pick you up."

Lynch glanced up at him, shook his head and said nothing. After he raised his hand and pressed Richard to sit down, he stretched out his hand and pointed a pair of cards in his hand at Richard, "cut cards."

Richard hesitated, but obediently picked up a pile and gently put it on the table.

Lynch began to deal cards quickly, Richard was a little surprised, because Lynch dealt cards very skillfully.

In just a few seconds, the cards of the two were dealt. Lynch didn't look at the cards on his desk, but looked at Richard. "I've figured out some things that happened here. You were the first person to follow me. I'm very soft hearted. I'll give you a chance."

He said, stretching out three fingers, "we bet three rounds, as long as you can win me once, any time, I'll let you go of this..."

He has been looking at Richard, and Richard's eyes suddenly rise with a desire to survive!

Yes, although Lynch did not say what he would do with him, what rose in his eyes was the desire to survive.

"But if you lose..." Lynch did not know where to get a half foot long bright dagger, which was fiercely inserted on the table and between the two. Richard trembled violently under this action.

"You've taken so much money from me, you always have to tell me, don't you?", Lynch tidied up his clothes and sat back again.

Richard swallowed his saliva and nodded his head in fear.

"Well, we'll use your previous game to determine your results!"

This kind of play is almost the same as the one Lynch knew before. What's more interesting is that when he was in the small room, he knew a guy who called himself the gambling king. The guy had only four fingers in his two hands, but he still gambled. Everyone in the whole small room couldn't lift his head on the gambling table.

You know he cheated, even know how he cheated, but you just can't catch the moment he cheated.

Many people want to see the king of gamblers and sit with him. They can't crack anything except losing all their cigarettes and big accounts every time. Over time, the king of gamblers has become a more famous person in a small room.

Lynch talked to him. In that place, everyone has time, vacancy and boredom. He asked the gambling king for advice. The gambling king asked him why he wanted to learn.

He thought for a while before telling the gambler what he thought.

Not to win other people's money, but not to be cheated of his own money, so the gambling king handed him some small tricks.

In the eyes of the gambling king, these are just small means. In the eyes of laymen, they are miracles!

"Play cards..."

Lynch casually opened the cards on the card surface. The three largest cards constitute the largest combination and the only combination. No card type can be bigger than the cards in Lynch's hand.

He looked at Richard without expression. He didn't even want to see each other's cards. "If you lose, come again!"

He took back the cards in front of Richard and inserted them into the queue with his own cards. Shuffling, cutting, and the marks made by his little finger and thumb can ensure that the cards he wants are either at the bottom or at the top every time.

Deal, flop, almost at one go.

It's the same card type and the biggest one. You don't even have a chance to resist!

"You lost again, you only have one chance!" Lynch said, turning over the cards in front of him, taking Richard's cards and stacking them together for shuffling.

Just then, Richard suddenly said, "I'll wash it and I'll send it!"

They looked at each other for a moment, Lynch released his hand, and a whole deck of cards was on the table. He tilted his head slightly, "yes!"

A word, a word, bombarded Richard's chest like a shell. Lynch's so simple and straightforward words showed a kind of self-confidence that he could understand and ridiculed him for exceeding his ability.

He began to sweat. The cold light of the dagger on the table frightened him. He wiped his sweat and shuffled clumsily, and then dealt cards.

It was related to his fate. He didn't dare to be careless, but when the card reached Lynch, he opened it directly. It was the largest card. Richard, who was preparing to see his own card, was stunned.

In fact, what he thinks now is not why Lynch can win him, but why he has been losing!

Someone cheated. Lynch told him in this way that as long as there are enough interests and enough technology, cheating in this level of card game is as easy as eating and drinking water. He was designed!

But at this time, regardless of who others have designed, no one can force others to change their ideas. All traps are passive. If the people trapped by the trap are not greedy for the bait in the trap, they will not be fooled!

Richard pursed his mouth and pulled out the dagger inserted on the table. The sweat beads on his face fell down, down the sideburns, cheeks and chin, and finally fell on the gambling table.

"Mr. Lynch..."

"One finger, which hand, which one, I don't care. This is a lesson for you..."

Between the lines, it showed that this was only a punishment, not the final judgment. Richard's expression flashed a trace of joy for the rest of his life, followed by a decision.

He pressed the little finger of his left hand on the edge of the gambling table and held a dagger in his right hand. The blade of the dagger was pressed on the root of the little finger. The sharp blade had cut the skin, and a trace of bright red blood was particularly prominent between the snow-white blade and the white skin.

His body was trembling. He seemed to be giving himself backbone. His breathing became shortness of breath. His chest fluctuated. His whole body suddenly tightened, his right shoulder obviously lifted up, and then fell suddenly!

Dong!

After the obstruction of the bone, the blade finally cut the bone and fell on the table with a thud.

This sound is not as full of grumpy power as chop, but it also makes people's teeth sour.

The blood quickly overflowed along the wound. Richard quickly pinched the wound and looked at Lynch with a white face, "Mr. Lynch..."

Lynch nodded slightly and stood up. "At least you prove you're not a coward, Richard. I'll see you in the company tomorrow morning."

"Now, you can leave with your fingers!"




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