Early in the morning the day after Lynch was attacked, Mr. President woke up from his sleep.

He had a nightmare.

He dreamed that Lynch's temperament changed greatly because of this attack, and he began to intervene more and more actively in the operation of the federal government.

He even promoted the outbreak of World War 3 for this attack!

Sometimes the dream is absurd, it doesn't make sense, and at the same time doesn't feel abrupt.

It's like a person suddenly mastered the skills of flying in a dream, jumping between buildings continuously, and finally falling from outer space...

There is no logic at all, but people don't feel that it violates all kinds of routines. In the dream state, people will ignore some things that affect the continuation of the dream!

In the dream, Mr. Trueman dreamed that his brain was wide open, and he also picked up a mirror at that time.

His eyes refracted through the mirror, penetrated the hole in his head, and saw Lynch.

All of a sudden, he was woken up!

It's not a good dream, and it doesn't have to be absurd.

Because the absurdity of the assassination of the president has not only happened in the short history of the Federation, but it has also succeeded, and more than once!

He had a hard time falling back asleep when he woke up, even though his body told him he needed rest.

Eyes hurt a little, head buzzing.

He sat on the bed for a while, checked the time, it was a little past six, it was time to get up.

He gently rolled over and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and then in the study, he called his assistant and asked about the news he hadn't heard last night.

"...this may sound a bit rambunctious, but trust me, it's all real."

The same Mi Mi Hu Hu's assistant still looked a little tired. He tried to hide this tiredness, but it was not very successful.

He started talking about what happened last night for Mr Trueman.

"They found two vehicles and found two bodies."

"It may not be as we thought it would be, though."

"According to the information from the safety committee, the driver of a refrigerated truck was a highway killer, and he killed the original driver and his colleagues."

"Right now they're verifying the identities of these two people, but we're not discovering anything of value beyond that."

"So overall, there's a high probability that we don't get any clues about this eucalyptus."

"The response team said it was very likely that those bodies were still in Bupain, which also increased the possibility that the Pengios were involved."

Mr. Truman frowned, then smiled a little when he heard there were two dead bodies, and then never again.

What they are looking for now is not a road killer, but an attacker, an assassin!

It also troubled him.

Once Lynch started his own hands, he couldn't guarantee that Lynch could find the answer rationally, and he couldn't persuade him to say anything.

After all, those people targeted him and carried out the action.

It's just that they misestimated Lynch's security situation. In terms of what Lynch encountered at the time, it was very dangerous.

Even if he does something a little out of the ordinary, the whole society will give him tolerance.

This is also what worries Mr. Truman the most. He worries that Lynch will taste part of the power given to him in the name of revenge and will become addicted to it.

Looking at the sad face of Mr. President, the aide didn't know how to explain it.

For a whole day, there was no clue, but now the "left-behind faction" began to gain the upper hand.

These experts believe the attackers were in the city, including the bodies.

The great organization started a large-scale investigation in the city. They circled all the places where it was possible to dispose of the corpse in a very short period of time, but unfortunately there was nothing to be gained.

Mr. Truman asked Lynch what he was doing several times and got the same answer.

He has been resting at home, reading the newspaper, answering the phone, or conversely reassuring others not to worry too much about his condition.

He did not behave like a person who had just been attacked, and Mr. Trueman also found a psychiatrist and asked him to re-evaluate Lynch.

The conclusion remains the same -

Lynch is **** healthier than a psychiatrist, mentally!

The next day was still a fruitless day.

On the morning of the third day, Lynch had been watching TV after breakfast. The TV was also talking about this case during this time. Blackstone TV even put out a temporary program "If I Were a Detective".

The show invited some well-known private detectives of Bu Payne, and also invited some people who were actively involved in the event.

They will make guesses and inferences about the follow-up situation of this eucalyptus based on the clues they have at present in the program.

It has to be said that even during the war, the Federals' determination to pursue entertainment is still unrelenting!

The ratings directly overwhelm all other programs in the same period. Of course, this is also related to the fact that the program team said that whose guess is the closest to the truth, whoever can get a bonus of 100,000 yuan.

Including those who wrote the letter, if there are many people's inferences that are close to the truth, then they will share the 100,000 yuan equally!

Lynch himself also wrote his own opinion, he directly wrote the name of the first prince Pengjiao...

When the second hand, which people didn't care about, turned around again and pointed to zero again, the phone in the room suddenly rang.

Lynch looked at it and waited for it to ring a few times before picking it up.

"Don't mess around!"

Before Lynch could say something, like "This is Lynch" or "I am", Mr. Trueman's voice came through the receiver.

"This is a warning and a request, don't mess around!"

"None of us want to see a chaotic Bu Paine, you should know what I mean!"

Lynch pouted, "Why am I messing around?"

Neither of them continued to speak, and remained silent.

After a while, Mr. Trueman realized that he could not convince him, and gave up the idea.

Until now, he hadn't promised himself "I won't mess around", and only answered himself with an uncertain sentence like "How could I mess around?" This indicates that this time Lynch will be different from before.

In the past, whether Lynch encountered good things or bad things, he would be very rational. He knew how to choose one of two or more choices that was good for him and the most rational choice.

But this time, he made a less rational choice.

Mr. Truman thought for a while and added, "If there is news, let me know first, that's all..."

The busy tone on the phone made Lynch sneer into the receiver, and he shook his head slightly.

He is very clear about what the agencies of the federal government have done in the past two days.

In fact, these people did nothing wrong, but there were too few incidents, and many clues took time to master.

Secondly, their angle is too high. Those who may have clues are often criminals, and those people have been hiding for a long time.

So until now there is no news, can't blame them, can only say that everything happened is not something.

Lynch hung up the phone again. He turned around, looked at the crowd in the room, and asked with a smile, "What are you waiting for?"

"Gentlemen?"

Everyone in the room started to turn and leave, the signal gun had been fired, it was time for them to act!

In the past two days, in fact, the management of the Brothers Grimm and Blackstone Security were also competing.

Lynch could see that kind of sign, but he didn't point it out, and he didn't intervene in management.

The thing about orderly competition, whether in business or elsewhere, is very valuable.

It can motivate people more to subjectively want to accomplish something, which is more effective than someone urging them behind their ass.

The Brothers Grimm were the first to leave, and in the car Fern asked Noel, "Where shall we go first?"

Noel took a bullet out of his pocket and put it in Fern's hand, "Find out where these guns came from first!"

The weapons used by the attackers in the attack were all locally produced weapons. The police and the Security Committee did not get much information from the shells and warheads at the scene.

Those guns are not registered, they should be black guns.

In the Commonwealth, the black gun industry is huge, but not without rules.

The simplest truth, if the military industry group does not sell these weapons to the arms dealers in the underground market, where will they come from to sell black guns?

If they could make their own weapons, they wouldn't be black gun dealers by now!

Most of the black guns are "exported to domestic sales". These weapons that could not be sold in China will complete almost all projects according to the export process.

But the last step, shipping them out of the country, changes a little bit.

The shipped containers are no longer the arms that should have gone abroad, and these arms will be intercepted privately.

Since they are export commodities, they will not keep files from the beginning, at most a gun number will be issued.

But this gun number will also be completely wiped off later, and it will become the so-called black gun.

No ballistic retention, no gun number, logically they should be overseas!

No one can trace where they are and who they were sold to!

Apart from……

Oneself in a sense!

Stanley is such an arms dealer~lightnovelpub.net~ He has been making export orders in name, exporting weapons to some chaotic backward areas.

But in fact, most of the weapons will be kept in the country by him.

On Bupen's side, his scale is relatively large.

It is said that at least 15,000 weapons of various kinds enter society through his channels every year!

He was called "Daddy Gunpowder" by the people in the underground world in Bupen. Those who can have a nickname in the underground world are not ordinary people!

He knew about it the first time Lynch was attacked, and then went into hiding.

He even made a bet that the weapons those people were using were black guns.

As the largest black gun dealer in the Bupen area, the federal government will definitely not let him go, so he hid early in the morning... (To be continued)