Early in the morning, Isabella woke up from her sleep wearing a thin shawl. She walked to the window sill and looked outside and saw several people kneeling on the ground in the yard.

They were wearing black hoods, and then gunfire sounded.

Several people fell to the ground, the black headgear oozing blood quickly.

Putting on the headgear is not to reduce the pressure of the murdered, it is purely because the murderer does not want to have such a hassle to clean up the courtyard.

Whether from front to back or from back to front, the bullet will enter an "empty bag" in the skull after penetrating the first layer of bone.

The brain cannot put too much restraint on the bullet, plus the angle of entering the brain, the bullet will start to roll in the skull.

This is also the reason why bullets often overturn the other side of the skull after hitting the head.

In this kind of open wound, the plasma and brain will be ejected in a jet, all over the floor!

Cleaning these things is very troublesome, and it is not disgusting to the point that it is troublesome.

One person is enough trouble, so many people together, it will be more troublesome, they are enough to spray all over the courtyard.

If it is not cleaned up, some bugs and even mice will soon appear.

The door was pushed open, and a female employee in a Blackstone safety uniform walked in.

Isabella turned around and asked, "Who are these people?"

She has completely despaired of Lynch and Blackstone Security. She is not a "partner" at all. She is just an "excus", an excuse for Blackstone Security or the Federation to interfere in affairs here.

She didn't even know if the people who were killed were her own or someone else.

The female employee who entered the door walked to the bed and glanced at the corpses who were being thrown on the pallet, "We found these people who tried to sneak in last night."

"After interrogation all night, they felt that there was nothing to ask, so they sent them back to the embrace of God."

Isabella keenly grasped a key word, "Are they Federal?"

There are many people who believe in God in the world, but it is not absolute in religion. In addition to the church, there are many beliefs like ancient gods, such as Nagalil.

This kind of faith with local characteristics is not rare, and most of the independently derived cultures have their own beliefs.

Only Gefra, the Federation, and a few neutral countries have more people who believe in God.

She immediately thought that these people were from the Federation, but the female bodyguard shook her head, "They are international mercenaries."

No nationality, no preference, the only faith is money.

This confused Isabella, "Have I offended these people?"

The female bodyguard nodded with a smile, "Yes, when we were pursuing the remnants of the resistance forces, a shell pierced the floating soil, exposing the huge open-air silver mine below."

"Ms. Isabella, you will soon become the richest woman in the world, not one of them."

This line looked like a dialogue full of admiration, but it felt like Isabella was about to suffocate.

The knuckles of her fingers holding the window sill turned white due to force, and her ring finger nail broke a small piece due to too much force, and blood flowed down the edge of the broken nail.

She didn't feel the slightest.

She knows the Silver Alliance, knows the silver currency, and knows what silver means to these people.

"Linqi wants me to die?!" The only conclusion she could draw at this time was this.

She is just a woman, a puppet, a woman who has not fully inherited the military power left by her father.

But now, it is such an "incomplete body", but it is pushed by Lynch to go against the world!

That is more than 20 countries, as well as countless big capitalists and international speculators.

There is no law, morality, or ethics in these people's eyes!

Who prevents them from making a fortune, who is their enemy!

Now that she has become the enemy of these people, then... she once again turned her head to look at the corpses that had been pushed out of the courtyard. These people should have come to assassinate herself.

The female bodyguard shook her head, "No, you are our important customer. During the contract period, we will ensure your safety, just like now."

"Without our permission, no one can hurt you, so you don't need to worry at all."

"It's just that sometimes, you need to cooperate a little bit, nothing more."

"We won't even limit your freedom!"

Isabella took a deep breath, "I want to call Lynch!"

The female bodyguard turned and left, "This is your freedom. In addition, I will inform you that your breakfast is ready. After breakfast, we still have some work to do."

Then Isabella called Lynch.

On the phone, she suppressed the emotion that was about to explode, and Lynch could hear the crazy hysteria in her voice.

She tried her best to suppress herself from screaming, but it was this suppressed voice that made it feel like she was going crazy.

"You will kill me, you know, they have sent someone to assassinate me!" Her voice was trembling, and she was a little scared now.

Lynch sat on a chair with his legs crossed, and a cigarette was burning in his hand. "Don't worry, we will protect your safety. No one can hurt you."

Isabella still doesn't believe it. She doesn't believe that anyone can do this. "There will always be omissions, and I will definitely die, all because of your **** plan!"

"What do you have on hand?" Lynch asked suddenly, Isabella didn't respond, he repeated it, and asked in more detail, "For example, are there any vases?"

Isabella didn't understand what he was going to do, she resisted the irritable mood, and indifferently glanced at a sunflower in the vase on the table, "Yes, there is a sunflower in front of me."

"Hold on……"

The busy tone on the phone made Isabella a little dazed, but she was connected again after ten seconds, "After ten seconds, this flower will be over..."

"seven……"

"six……"

"..."

"one……"

Hardly any gunshots were heard, and the sunflower in front of Isabella instantly turned into sunflower seeds, splashing everywhere!

She shivered all over, and she even thought she might be peeing.

The distance between this flower and her is probably only... She checked it visually, about half a meter, this group of people was really crazy!

She quickly stood up and walked to a place where she could not be observed outside the window, her emotions were already gone, "Damn it, **** it!"

"What the **** are you doing?" She was already going crazy!

Lynch smiled and said softly, "I just want to tell you that at any time there will be at least four snipers protecting you in different positions."

"As long as I want, I can make no one alive within 100 meters around you, so you don't need to worry too much about safety."

"There are also our people patrolling the periphery, and there are also secret guards. The security service you enjoy now is even higher than the safety factor of the Federal President!"

"It is possible to assassinate the president, but it is absolutely impossible to assassinate you!"

"I have other things to do, do you have any questions?"

Indifference in her gentle voice, Isabella sighed after being silent for a while, "No, you can hang up."

"Goodbye, Isabella!"

After hanging up, Lynch shook his head. He glanced at the calendar. It was still a few days away, hoping to delay it a bit!

Whether they are going to assassinate Isabella or discuss cooperation with Isabella, it takes time, which can make many things smoother.

For example, the closing and opening of positions in various financial accounts, for example, the continued intake of gold.

Especially buying gold is very important.

The Silver Alliance will be destined to become a failed federation, and then gold will become the precious metal of the currency pair again. This also means that whoever owns more gold will be able to become the mainstream world circulation settlement currency in the future.

Lynch and the Big Six Banks and even the Federation are joining forces to buy gold. Financial monsters like the Big Six Banks have begun to make markets. The effect is completely different from that of ordinary institutions and bookmakers.

While they eat gold, they use the gold they eat to press the plate. These are all spot stocks, not futures. This also means that as long as someone has money, they will definitely be able to buy the gold.

It also happens to be spot trading, so the increasingly large empty stocks have caused panic among retail investors and small and medium-sized institutions.

The more they vomit, the bigger the pressure, the stronger the empty, and the more they force those who are still insisting on making concessions!

This is like a snowball, which may be stopped at first, but once it rolls up, it can no longer be stopped.

The brief drop in silver did not give gold prices a respite. On the contrary, because of the continuous large-scale selling, no one took it, which caused the next sustained decline while continuously stimulating the market.

On Wednesday of the new week, the price of gold has fallen from nearly 40 yuan an ounce to 29 yuan an ounce, and it is still falling!

While shorting gold, while eating, and at the same time starting to do blank silver, Lime's investment fund and Blackstone Fund began to operate at full speed.

There are six major cooperatives ~lightnovelpub.net~ with the Federation backed, and if you don't make a fortune, Lynch will feel sorry for himself!

One week later, the price of silver rose back to a high of nineteen yuan on Friday after turbulent back and forth in the previous three days, and was ready to charge twenty yuan anytime and anywhere.

Under Lynch's instruction, Charlie (sister) who had already contacted Isabella also announced to the public in the name of the "Charlie Silver Foundation" that they had obtained the right to mine the Mariro Silver Mine for the next ten years.

At the same time, they believe that it is not the most suitable time, so they will not be mining this silver mine for the time being. This news has become silver's last boost.

At one minute before the close on Friday afternoon, the price of silver has risen to nineteen and seventy-six cents, and there are still twenty-four cents to create a miracle!

At this last minute, suddenly a large number of short accounts appeared in the silver futures market.

And when people didn’t react, the trading time ended...

Many people have a question, whose handwriting is this?

_