"Hey, did you read the news?"

Lynch's voice is still so sharp.

Just listening to what he said, there is a feeling of walking barefoot on the beach in summer and watching girls in shorts playing beach volleyball.

The sun, the beach, the rice, the sea breeze blowing a little salty sea breeze, and then a bite of green lemon, everything is beautiful!

Mr. Truman on the phone also quickly realized that this was a temptation. He leaned back and said with a smile, "Of course, if you are talking about news related to the Bureau of Contraband Investigation."

"Yes, that's all."

Mr. Truman's answer was also quick, "It's a bit of a surprise, but their results are very impressive. You know, sometimes we can't ask our government departments to take the initiative to do something."

"I often hear that there are some departments that have serious slack problems, not proactive, not active..."

"They did a good job and played their subjective initiative, which is commendable!"

The federal government has never been a government system that works proactively, and the behavior of any politician and official needs a driving force.

For example, the driving force of capitalists. Some capitalists hope to avoid certain clauses in the bill, so they will form lobby groups, so everyone sees busy politicians.

Or the construction and emission of some factories may have some violations. In order to conceal these problems, politicians will also try their best to turn their violations into compliance with the rules.

Of course, if someone reports to some agencies, or if some scandals and phenomena are exposed by the media, the officials of the federal government will also work.

But they seldom take the initiative to work, they are all passively waiting for assignments.

Like the Contraband Bureau before.

Without orders from above, the criminal group run by the Brothers Grimm sold and peddled the smuggled alcoholic beverages almost semi-openly.

Everyone seemed to be blind, and many agents might even go to these illegally operated places to have a drink and relax.

After all, with their income, they can't afford to drink legal alcohol!

But once there was an order from the top, everyone immediately moved.

There is no difficulty, no personal reason, this is the Commonwealth.

Mr. Truman also showed his "accident" to the sudden outbreak of investigation. He told Lynch through these few words that he actually didn't know about it.

Both of them are very clear about what each other is talking about, but the way they communicate is more subtle.

It's not that there are any advantages to covert communication, but sometimes this kind of covert communication method leaves a certain amount of room for both parties to turn around—

"Maybe there is a problem with my understanding" or "Maybe you misunderstood what I mean", in one sentence, the room is vacated.

Lynch's laughter came, "They did a good job. When it comes to fighting crime, all of us have the same opinion."

Mr. Truman nodded and said yes, "I agree with this point, our views are the same..."

After ensuring that there were no more differences between the two parties, the communication was stopped, and then Lynch hung up the phone.

Mr. Truman began to think about who was behind all this.

He was not surprised by Lynch's phone call. If Lynch didn't call to verify, that would be the biggest problem.

At least from the current point of view, the two parties still have trust in each other.

Whether it's because of friendship or because of need.

For him, he is inseparable from Lynch's support at this important stage, and Lynch also needs his help.

The big orders of Blackstone Airlines are too big, which makes people jealous. If Lynch is not strong enough, and the president is on his side, he wants to keep these, I am afraid it will not be an easy task .

The world of capital will never develop peacefully. Only by attacking each other, annexing or even killing each other is the only truth for the survival of the capital world.

As for what Lynch will do next, he doesn't care too much, he knows very well that if the capital power stretches out its claws and tries to growl in front of him in a low voice.

If he doesn't fight back, these people will offend him even more.

Lions have never been stingy with killing any provocateur with the greatest strength, this is the most direct way for them to maintain their power!

He really wanted to know who it was!

In the evening, Pence finished his work at hand, processed all the documents, and locked all the documents that needed to be stored in his safe.

After finishing these, he carried his briefcase and walked towards the gate of the presidential palace.

He was granted clearance to leave after two security checks that determined he was leaving without any items that did not belong to him.

There are parking lots on both sides of the presidential palace, and the parking lot on the left in the default is used by government officials.

The parking lot on the right is for ordinary employees.

There are no express regulations on this, and such things with obvious class characteristics and unfree style cannot exist in a free federation.

Who, what kind of identity, where to park, in fact, it is more of a spontaneous behavior of everyone, this is their freedom!

Burns walked to the parking lot on the right, got into his car, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He opened the upper sun visor of the cab, took out half a pack of cigarettes, and lit one himself.

The strong smell of tobacco completely diffused in a short time, he didn't leave immediately, but sat in the car and smoked.

He didn't start the car until he finished smoking a cigarette and left the presidential palace.

He was a little nervous. He often looked in the rearview mirror while driving, and sometimes looked nervously at the parallel vehicles outside the windows on both sides of the cab.

According to federal regulations, the glass of a car is not allowed to have an excessively dark color, nor is it allowed to reflect light like a shadow.

This is to protect the safety of law enforcement personnel, and the glass that cannot be quickly seen through will bring too many obstacles to law enforcement.

It was difficult for the police to assess whether it was a middle-aged Mr. White with an innocent face behind the dark car window, or Mr. Black holding a hot weapon.

He was observing the interior of the surrounding vehicles, and he felt that someone was staring at him!

Along the way, Pence was very nervous. He was just an inconspicuous secretary in the office of the secretary of the presidential palace.

But he knew that he had done something very special.

There were still two hundred meters away from where he lived, and he slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

To be honest, he regrets it a little now, in many ways.

On the one hand, he sold himself too cheaply. For only 200,000 yuan, he drew up a document and signed it according to the requirements of those people.

The price was too low. If he knew that the results of these documents would be so huge, he would never have agreed to it for 200,000 yuan.

On the other hand, he felt a little dangerous, and worried that he would become a free tool in the eyes of the other party because of these things.

They have a handle on his life, if they really want him to do something, he has no room to resist.

It would have been nice if I had asked for more money at that time. At this time, I could have just left and took my family to find a remote but peaceful small country to live in.

This little money...not enough for him to do anything.

He was smoking a cigarette when someone knocked on the window, which startled him a lot!

When he saw carefully that it was a guy who looked like a passer-by, he frowned suddenly, "Damn it, what are you going to do?"

The passer-by did not respond to his bad attitude, but pointed to the phone booth a few steps away, "Mr. Pence, I have your number."

The phone in the phone booth rang suddenly, and the passer-by also left quickly, as if he had never stopped.

Looking at the phone ringing in the phone booth, Pence realized that he might be in some trouble.

He hesitated again and again. The fact that the other party could find him here meant that he was always under their surveillance.

To hide, you can only hide now, you can't hide for a lifetime!

He walked into the phone booth and answered the phone, "Who's there?"

Some vigilant, very nervous.

The sound coming from the earpiece was clearly processed and crudely done.

Something seemed to be covering the microphone on the other side of the phone, which made the voice heard by Pence weak and unreal.

"Who made you submit that document?"

Pence's heart seemed to be tightly clenched, and he looked at the surrounding streets through the glass of the phone booth.

There were too many windows and dark windows, and he had the feeling that someone was watching him, maybe the guy in the phone booth across the road?

He stared at the phone booth opposite, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, you know, you sent a document to Congress in the name of the Presidential Palace, with your drafter's signature on it."

"My patience is limited. You are just a little guy. What I want are the people behind you."

"But if you don't want to cooperate with me, I don't mind letting you have some accidents to deter others!"

This threatening sentence made Pence swallow his saliva. He hesitated for a moment, and his thoughts were struggling fiercely.

In fact, the current situation is terrible for him. He didn't know that the document he sent would cause so many things. In fact, he had done it before.

The follow-up incidents brought about by the documents he sent before were not as terrible as this time. In just a few days, York State has caught such a large eucalyptus.

He didn't believe it was a document that could dominate.

If he reveals the person behind him, there is no doubt that those big shots will know that his mouth is not strict enough to leak the secret.

But if he doesn't say it, these people don't seem to make him feel better.

What is even more frightening is that once he confesses ~lightnovelpub.net~, it means that he accepts bribes and uses his work to do private work will be exposed.

He will most likely go to jail, and for a long time.

One minute…

two minutes...

The person in the telephone booth opposite left, but there was no reminder to hang up on his side.

At three minutes, the person opposite seemed to be impatient.

"It seems that you are willing to protect this secret with your own life. You are a respectable person!"

"If you can survive, we will have a chance to continue talking!"

Peng Si suddenly realized something, but the busy tone after hanging up came from the receiver. Just as some uneasy expressions appeared on his face, he saw some faint reflections on the transparent glass of the phone booth.

Behind him, a pickup truck was speeding towards the phone booth where he was...