Chapter 919
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After listening to the executive director's speech, Lynch didn't make a direct statement. He thought seriously for a while and said, "I need to think about it."
"Of course, of course, Mr. Lynch, such an important thing must require multiple considerations." he took out a business card from his pocket, stood up respectfully, bent over, tucked in the hem of his clothes in one hand and handed it in the other.
"This is my business card. No matter what you think, you can call me anytime."
Lynch took the business card. There were people's names, positions and several phone calls on the business card. It also marked the time period and the phone number to get through. It was very detailed, even on weekends and private time.
Federals' desire for freedom is like men's desire for women... This description may not be accurate, but it can't be much worse.
So most federals refuse to talk about anything related to work outside working hours.
Whatever it is, they will quickly get bored, angry and even lose their temper.
But this guy doesn't mind doing it.
Lynch put down his business card, which is also a very significant feature. The supervisor in front of him is likely to be facing a change and a choice.
In the past, he will become a member of high society.
In the past, he is still the high-income middle class.
"I wrote it down. Do you have anything else?" Lynch put his business card on the table and looked at the executive director.
The latter quickly stood up, "there's nothing else. I'm sorry to bother you at this time, so... I think I should go, too."
Lynch put his hands on the armrest of the chair and straightened up. He held out his hand and shook hands with the executive director. "Good night,... Sir, you know how to leave."
"Good night, Mr. Lynch."
After seeing off the supervisor, Lynch looked at the business card in his hand, shook his head, opened the drawer and put it in instead of taking it with him.
He hasn't done anything in these three days. He has been paying attention to the communication between Sanchez and the president.
I have to say that the identity of the special adviser of the security committee is still very useful. As the son of a warlord, Sanchez is an important young man who may inherit the position of a warlord in the future. As soon as he enters the country, people from the security committee, the Bureau of Homeland Security and the military intelligence bureau have an eye on him.
On the one hand, this kind of stalking is indirect protection, on the other hand, it also prevents them from doing bad things.
These people are unscrupulous destroyers of social order in their own country. Everyone is a very dangerous person.
If it weren't for the relationship between the Federation and mariro... It's good, and there are some changes in the policies and attitudes of the president and the Department of international affairs towards mariro, maybe Sanchez won't have the opportunity to enter the Federation.
Now he came in. In order to avoid his harm to the society, it's reasonable to stare at him.
Today is the third day. He hasn't finished his CEO uncle yet, which makes Lynch feel that he doesn't behave as strong as he does in the conference room.
At least his ability doesn't deserve his strength.
If the president can continue for some time, Lynch will have some other ideas.
If he doesn't last long and transfers the shares to his nephew, Sanchez, then there's nothing left to consider.
Even in this matter, Lynch is not easy to intervene now. After all, this is the other party's "housework".
Just as Lynch guessed how long the president could last, the president was suffering a terrible punishment.
Sanchez wore a black shirt, rolled up his sleeves high, and his exposed arms had a slightly dense layer of body hair.
In addition, there are all kinds of wounds.
His body is not fat at all. It can be said that it is very standard. The fat man won't live long in mariro——
When the assassin attacks, running slowly means that he is not qualified to continue to live, so Sanchez is in great shape.
He was a little sweaty. The president sitting in front of him was stripped naked, and his white and tender body was covered with scars.
Using the word "white, tender and tender" to describe a middle-aged and elderly man... It's really a little too much, but this is the most real embodiment.
Living in a fertile Federal Environment and enjoying the most advanced medical technology and scientific and technological inventions, his aging degree is much lighter than his peers.
It may look like it's only in its 40s, or even younger.
But now, this "good body" is full of wounds.
Some are still bleeding, some are no longer bleeding.
Knife cuts, burns, puncture wounds, and even electric injuries.
Two wires are connected between Mr. President's legs, one red and one green. It looks terrible.
"As long as you sign, I'll persuade the general, and I won't take you back to mariro." Sanchez is still trying his best to persuade, but no matter how he persuades, his uncle refused to sign.
Federal signature has always been an anti-counterfeiting measure. Where to start, where to reach the highest point of a stroke, and finally fall in front of or behind a line.
These are all means of anti-counterfeiting, and only they and the institutions that have signed the original know.
Otherwise, so many cheques are issued every year, there is no exact anti-counterfeiting measures, the bank has long gone bankrupt, and the major enterprises have long been hollowed out by people.
It is precisely because of these humble means of defense that constitute the foundation of the federal financial and economic prosperity.
No country has ever used all kinds of checks on a large scale like the Federation. Although there are often problems, these problems are within the acceptable range.
If the president does not sign, his equity will not be transferred to Sanchez, and those anonymous companies holding shares on behalf of him will not transfer their equity to Sanchez. Sanchez has no position in the company.
He still remembers that Lynch and others despised and heckled him three days ago. The anger at that time still affects his mood.
The president, who had been tortured for two days, looked up at Sanchez, his mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he were saying something.
Sanchez walked over. This was the first time in the past two days that the president took the initiative to express his desire, but then he felt some damp and hot on one cheek, and the sliding liquid flowing down his cheek.
Blood mixed with saliva. It's fucking disgusting.
Sanchez walked to the switch. He looked at his uncle indifferently and pushed the knife switch.
At the moment of power on, Mr. President trembled. After the federal passed the electricity safety law earlier, in order to avoid casualties caused by the wrong use of electrical appliances and power supply, the indoor voltage was in a safe range.
Electricity was definitely a revolution, but it did bring a lot of tragedies at that time. Some people died of electric shock because of wrong use or just because of curiosity, which made the federal society taste the pain that must be borne in the process of development.
But fortunately, these problems have been solved now.
After more than ten seconds of the motor, Sanchez pushed off the knife switch, and the tight president sat loosely in his chair.
Where his arms were bound by steel wires, some of which had been embedded in the flesh.
There's a little burnt smell. Those are the smell of hair and stink.
Sanchez's assistant scoured the president with a water pipe. In fact, it's much better now.
When he was electrocuted for the first time, he was incontinent and pulled everywhere.
Now he has been hungry for two days without eating. Except for urinary incontinence, there will be no liquid or solid.
The cold water seemed to restore the president's spirit. He chuckled.
The voice of laughter was very low, full of a smell of ridicule, and Sanchez's face was black.
In fact, both Mr. President and Sanchez know that they are gambling.
Mr. President gambles that Sanchez and his brother dare not kill him when they can't get the equity. Once they do that, they will completely lose every moment.
Sanchez is also gambling that his good uncle can't bear all kinds of torture and will eventually sign his name on the power of attorney.
But from now on, his uncle seems more likely to win.
What he didn't expect was that this waste uncle could resist until now.
When the water stains almost dispersed, Sanchez walked up to the president and looked down at him. "Do you think there's only so much pain?"
"No, there's still a lot of pain. You can't imagine it. This is just the beginning!"
He said, went to the side of the cart, put on surgical gloves for himself, and then took out a scalpel and a cotton thread.
He walked back to the president. "Have you decided whether to continue to resist or sign the document?"
The president vomited another bloody smear. His voice was very hoarse and weak. "It's fucking painful, but it's more acceptable than death."
"Either let me go or... Kill me, you have no choice!"
Mr. President's unexpected strength made Sanchez ashamed.
He raised his hand and pressed it on his good uncle's head. With a push, the chair fell back. Mr. President leaned back against the ground and faced up.
His legs naturally separated.
Sanchez squatted down, skillfully took off a wire clip, tightened it with cotton thread and drew with a knife
It didn't hurt at first. Maybe the current paralyzed the nerve, but about 20 or 30 seconds later, a falling pain began to tear Mr. President's will.
This pain comes not only from physical reactions, but also from psychological reactions!
He knew that there was nothing, but in his feeling, it seemed that a chain was tightly fixed in his lower body and dragged him to hell.
Pain, despair, anger!
The room was filled with feeble roars and shouts.
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After listening to the executive director's speech, Lynch didn't make a direct statement. He thought seriously for a while and said, "I need to think about it."
"Of course, of course, Mr. Lynch, such an important thing must require multiple considerations." he took out a business card from his pocket, stood up respectfully, bent over, tucked in the hem of his clothes in one hand and handed it in the other.
"This is my business card. No matter what you think, you can call me anytime."
Lynch took the business card. There were people's names, positions and several phone calls on the business card. It also marked the time period and the phone number to get through. It was very detailed, even on weekends and private time.
Federals' desire for freedom is like men's desire for women... This description may not be accurate, but it can't be much worse.
So most federals refuse to talk about anything related to work outside working hours.
Whatever it is, they will quickly get bored, angry and even lose their temper.
But this guy doesn't mind doing it.
Lynch put down his business card, which is also a very significant feature. The supervisor in front of him is likely to be facing a change and a choice.
In the past, he will become a member of high society.
In the past, he is still the high-income middle class.
"I wrote it down. Do you have anything else?" Lynch put his business card on the table and looked at the executive director.
The latter quickly stood up, "there's nothing else. I'm sorry to bother you at this time, so... I think I should go, too."
Lynch put his hands on the armrest of the chair and straightened up. He held out his hand and shook hands with the executive director. "Good night,... Sir, you know how to leave."
"Good night, Mr. Lynch."
After seeing off the supervisor, Lynch looked at the business card in his hand, shook his head, opened the drawer and put it in instead of taking it with him.
He hasn't done anything in these three days. He has been paying attention to the communication between Sanchez and the president.
I have to say that the identity of the special adviser of the security committee is still very useful. As the son of a warlord, Sanchez is an important young man who may inherit the position of a warlord in the future. As soon as he enters the country, people from the security committee, the Bureau of Homeland Security and the military intelligence bureau have an eye on him.
On the one hand, this kind of stalking is indirect protection, on the other hand, it also prevents them from doing bad things.
These people are unscrupulous destroyers of social order in their own country. Everyone is a very dangerous person.
If it weren't for the relationship between the Federation and mariro... It's good, and there are some changes in the policies and attitudes of the president and the Department of international affairs towards mariro, maybe Sanchez won't have the opportunity to enter the Federation.
Now he came in. In order to avoid his harm to the society, it's reasonable to stare at him.
Today is the third day. He hasn't finished his CEO uncle yet, which makes Lynch feel that he doesn't behave as strong as he does in the conference room.
At least his ability doesn't deserve his strength.
If the president can continue for some time, Lynch will have some other ideas.
If he doesn't last long and transfers the shares to his nephew, Sanchez, then there's nothing left to consider.
Even in this matter, Lynch is not easy to intervene now. After all, this is the other party's "housework".
Just as Lynch guessed how long the president could last, the president was suffering a terrible punishment.
Sanchez wore a black shirt, rolled up his sleeves high, and his exposed arms had a slightly dense layer of body hair.
In addition, there are all kinds of wounds.
His body is not fat at all. It can be said that it is very standard. The fat man won't live long in mariro——
When the assassin attacks, running slowly means that he is not qualified to continue to live, so Sanchez is in great shape.
He was a little sweaty. The president sitting in front of him was stripped naked, and his white and tender body was covered with scars.
Using the word "white, tender and tender" to describe a middle-aged and elderly man... It's really a little too much, but this is the most real embodiment.
Living in a fertile Federal Environment and enjoying the most advanced medical technology and scientific and technological inventions, his aging degree is much lighter than his peers.
It may look like it's only in its 40s, or even younger.
But now, this "good body" is full of wounds.
Some are still bleeding, some are no longer bleeding.
Knife cuts, burns, puncture wounds, and even electric injuries.
Two wires are connected between Mr. President's legs, one red and one green. It looks terrible.
"As long as you sign, I'll persuade the general, and I won't take you back to mariro." Sanchez is still trying his best to persuade, but no matter how he persuades, his uncle refused to sign.
Federal signature has always been an anti-counterfeiting measure. Where to start, where to reach the highest point of a stroke, and finally fall in front of or behind a line.
These are all means of anti-counterfeiting, and only they and the institutions that have signed the original know.
Otherwise, so many cheques are issued every year, there is no exact anti-counterfeiting measures, the bank has long gone bankrupt, and the major enterprises have long been hollowed out by people.
It is precisely because of these humble means of defense that constitute the foundation of the federal financial and economic prosperity.
No country has ever used all kinds of checks on a large scale like the Federation. Although there are often problems, these problems are within the acceptable range.
If the president does not sign, his equity will not be transferred to Sanchez, and those anonymous companies holding shares on behalf of him will not transfer their equity to Sanchez. Sanchez has no position in the company.
He still remembers that Lynch and others despised and heckled him three days ago. The anger at that time still affects his mood.
The president, who had been tortured for two days, looked up at Sanchez, his mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he were saying something.
Sanchez walked over. This was the first time in the past two days that the president took the initiative to express his desire, but then he felt some damp and hot on one cheek, and the sliding liquid flowing down his cheek.
Blood mixed with saliva. It's fucking disgusting.
Sanchez walked to the switch. He looked at his uncle indifferently and pushed the knife switch.
At the moment of power on, Mr. President trembled. After the federal passed the electricity safety law earlier, in order to avoid casualties caused by the wrong use of electrical appliances and power supply, the indoor voltage was in a safe range.
Electricity was definitely a revolution, but it did bring a lot of tragedies at that time. Some people died of electric shock because of wrong use or just because of curiosity, which made the federal society taste the pain that must be borne in the process of development.
But fortunately, these problems have been solved now.
After more than ten seconds of the motor, Sanchez pushed off the knife switch, and the tight president sat loosely in his chair.
Where his arms were bound by steel wires, some of which had been embedded in the flesh.
There's a little burnt smell. Those are the smell of hair and stink.
Sanchez's assistant scoured the president with a water pipe. In fact, it's much better now.
When he was electrocuted for the first time, he was incontinent and pulled everywhere.
Now he has been hungry for two days without eating. Except for urinary incontinence, there will be no liquid or solid.
The cold water seemed to restore the president's spirit. He chuckled.
The voice of laughter was very low, full of a smell of ridicule, and Sanchez's face was black.
In fact, both Mr. President and Sanchez know that they are gambling.
Mr. President gambles that Sanchez and his brother dare not kill him when they can't get the equity. Once they do that, they will completely lose every moment.
Sanchez is also gambling that his good uncle can't bear all kinds of torture and will eventually sign his name on the power of attorney.
But from now on, his uncle seems more likely to win.
What he didn't expect was that this waste uncle could resist until now.
When the water stains almost dispersed, Sanchez walked up to the president and looked down at him. "Do you think there's only so much pain?"
"No, there's still a lot of pain. You can't imagine it. This is just the beginning!"
He said, went to the side of the cart, put on surgical gloves for himself, and then took out a scalpel and a cotton thread.
He walked back to the president. "Have you decided whether to continue to resist or sign the document?"
The president vomited another bloody smear. His voice was very hoarse and weak. "It's fucking painful, but it's more acceptable than death."
"Either let me go or... Kill me, you have no choice!"
Mr. President's unexpected strength made Sanchez ashamed.
He raised his hand and pressed it on his good uncle's head. With a push, the chair fell back. Mr. President leaned back against the ground and faced up.
His legs naturally separated.
Sanchez squatted down, skillfully took off a wire clip, tightened it with cotton thread and drew with a knife
It didn't hurt at first. Maybe the current paralyzed the nerve, but about 20 or 30 seconds later, a falling pain began to tear Mr. President's will.
This pain comes not only from physical reactions, but also from psychological reactions!
He knew that there was nothing, but in his feeling, it seemed that a chain was tightly fixed in his lower body and dragged him to hell.
Pain, despair, anger!
The room was filled with feeble roars and shouts.
After listening to the executive director's speech, Lynch didn't make a direct statement. He thought seriously for a while and said, "I need to think about it.""Of course, of course, Mr. Lynch, such an important thing must require multiple considerations." he took out a business card from his pocket, stood up respectfully, bent over, tucked in the hem of his clothes in one hand and handed it in the other."This is my business card. No matter what you think, you can call me anytime."Lynch took the business card. There were people's names, positions and several phone calls on the business card. It also marked the time period and the phone number to get through. It was very detailed, even on weekends and private time.Federals' desire for freedom is like men's desire for women... This description may not be accurate, but it can't be much worse.So most federals refuse to talk about anything related to work outside working hours.Whatever it is, they will quickly get bored, angry and even lose their temper.But this guy doesn't mind doing it.Lynch put down his business card, which is also a very significant feature. The supervisor in front of him is likely to be facing a change and a choice.In the past, he will become a member of high society.In the past, he is still the high-income middle class."I wrote it down. Do you have anything else?" Lynch put his business card on the table and looked at the executive director.The latter quickly stood up, "there's nothing else. I'm sorry to bother you at this time, so... I think I should go, too."Lynch put his hands on the armrest of the chair and straightened up. He held out his hand and shook hands with the executive director. "Good night,... Sir, you know how to leave.""Good night, Mr. Lynch."After seeing off the supervisor, Lynch looked at the business card in his hand, shook his head, opened the drawer and put it in instead of taking it with him.He hasn't done anything in these three days. He has been paying attention to the communication between Sanchez and the president.I have to say that the identity of the special adviser of the security committee is still very useful. As the son of a warlord, Sanchez is an important young man who may inherit the position of a warlord in the future. As soon as he enters the country, people from the security committee, the Bureau of Homeland Security and the military intelligence bureau have an eye on him.On the one hand, this kind of stalking is indirect protection, on the other hand, it also prevents them from doing bad things.These people are unscrupulous destroyers of social order in their own country. Everyone is a very dangerous person.If it weren't for the relationship between the Federation and mariro... It's good, and there are some changes in the policies and attitudes of the president and the Department of international affairs towards mariro, maybe Sanchez won't have the opportunity to enter the Federation.Now he came in. In order to avoid his harm to the society, it's reasonable to stare at him.Today is the third day. He hasn't finished his CEO uncle yet, which makes Lynch feel that he doesn't behave as strong as he does in the conference room.At least his ability doesn't deserve his strength.If the president can continue for some time, Lynch will have some other ideas.If he doesn't last long and transfers the shares to his nephew, Sanchez, then there's nothing left to consider.Even in this matter, Lynch is not easy to intervene now. After all, this is the other party's "housework".Just as Lynch guessed how long the president could last, the president was suffering a terrible punishment.Sanchez wore a black shirt, rolled up his sleeves high, and his exposed arms had a slightly dense layer of body hair.In addition, there are all kinds of wounds.His body is not fat at all. It can be said that it is very standard. The fat man won't live long in mariroWhen the assassin attacks, running slowly means that he is not qualified to continue to live, so Sanchez is in great shape.He was a little sweaty. The president sitting in front of him was stripped naked, and his white and tender body was covered with scars.Using the word "white, tender and tender" to describe a middle-aged and elderly man... It's really a little too much, but this is the most real embodiment.Living in a fertile Federal Environment and enjoying the most advanced medical technology and scientific and technological inventions, his aging degree is much lighter than his peers.It may look like it's only in its 40s, or even younger.But now, this "good body" is full of wounds.Some are still bleeding, some are no longer bleeding.Knife cuts, burns, puncture wounds, and even electric injuries.Two wires are connected between Mr. President's legs, one red and one green. It looks terrible."As long as you sign, I'll persuade the general, and I won't take you back to mariro." Sanchez is still trying his best to persuade, but no matter how he persuades, his uncle refused to sign.Federal signature has always been an anti-counterfeiting measure. Where to start, where to reach the highest point of a stroke, and finally fall in front of or behind a line.These are all means of anti-counterfeiting, and only they and the institutions that have signed the original know.Otherwise, so many cheques are issued every year, there is no exact anti-counterfeiting measures, the bank has long gone bankrupt, and the major enterprises have long been hollowed out by people.It is precisely because of these humble means of defense that constitute the foundation of the federal financial and economic prosperity.No country has ever used all kinds of checks on a large scale like the Federation. Although there are often problems, these problems are within the acceptable range.If the president does not sign, his equity will not be transferred to Sanchez, and those anonymous companies holding shares on behalf of him will not transfer their equity to Sanchez. Sanchez has no position in the company.He still remembers that Lynch and others despised and heckled him three days ago. The anger at that time still affects his mood.The president, who had been tortured for two days, looked up at Sanchez, his mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he were saying something.Sanchez walked over. This was the first time in the past two days that the president took the initiative to express his desire, but then he felt some damp and hot on one cheek, and the sliding liquid flowing down his cheek.Blood mixed with saliva. It's fucking disgusting.Sanchez walked to the switch. He looked at his uncle indifferently and pushed the knife switch.At the moment of power on, Mr. President trembled. After the federal passed the electricity safety law earlier, in order to avoid casualties caused by the wrong use of electrical appliances and power supply, the indoor voltage was in a safe range.Electricity was definitely a revolution, but it did bring a lot of tragedies at that time. Some people died of electric shock because of wrong use or just because of curiosity, which made the federal society taste the pain that must be borne in the process of development.But fortunately, these problems have been solved now.After more than ten seconds of the motor, Sanchez pushed off the knife switch, and the tight president sat loosely in his chair.Where his arms were bound by steel wires, some of which had been embedded in the flesh.There's a little burnt smell. Those are the smell of hair and stink.Sanchez's assistant scoured the president with a water pipe. In fact, it's much better now.When he was electrocuted for the first time, he was incontinent and pulled everywhere.Now he has been hungry for two days without eating. Except for urinary incontinence, there will be no liquid or solid.The cold water seemed to restore the president's spirit. He chuckled.The voice of laughter was very low, full of a smell of ridicule, and Sanchez's face was black.In fact, both Mr. President and Sanchez know that they are gambling.Mr. President gambles that Sanchez and his brother dare not kill him when they can't get the equity. Once they do that, they will completely lose every moment.Sanchez is also gambling that his good uncle can't bear all kinds of torture and will eventually sign his name on the power of attorney.But from now on, his uncle seems more likely to win.What he didn't expect was that this waste uncle could resist until now.When the water stains almost dispersed, Sanchez walked up to the president and looked down at him. "Do you think there's only so much pain?""No, there's still a lot of pain. You can't imagine it. This is just the beginning!"He said, went to the side of the cart, put on surgical gloves for himself, and then took out a scalpel and a cotton thread.He walked back to the president. "Have you decided whether to continue to resist or sign the document?"The president vomited another bloody smear. His voice was very hoarse and weak. "It's fucking painful, but it's more acceptable than death.""Either let me go or... Kill me, you have no choice!"Mr. President's unexpected strength made Sanchez ashamed.He raised his hand and pressed it on his good uncle's head. With a push, the chair fell back. Mr. President leaned back against the ground and faced up.His legs naturally separated.Sanchez squatted down, skillfully took off a wire clip, tightened it with cotton thread and drew with a knifeIt didn't hurt at first. Maybe the current paralyzed the nerve, but about 20 or 30 seconds later, a falling pain began to tear Mr. President's will.This pain comes not only from physical reactions, but also from psychological reactions!He knew that there was nothing, but in his feeling, it seemed that a chain was tightly fixed in his lower body and dragged him to hell.Pain, despair, anger!The room was filled with feeble roars and shouts.
