Lynch closed the door to isolate the connection between the bedroom and the corridor. The enclosed space provided Wei La with a sufficient sense of security. Through visual observation, she could find that her whole person was slightly relaxed, but she was still a little trembling.

Lynch walked over and held her hand. The heat in the palm of her hand made Wei La feel a lot better. Her expression was a bit painful, "Why did things turn out to be like this? What are they going to search for? I have already put everything I gave them all!"

　　 She looked at Lynch, wanting to know what was the reason for all of this she suffered.

　　 Lynch was silent for a while, and thought it was best to tell her, "The state attorney intends to sue you when prosecuting other people with the charge of ‘concealment/forgery of evidence’."

　　 "I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but looking at it now, maybe it should give you a psychological preparation."

　　 Vila was stupid when she heard these words. She didn't understand why things that had nothing to do with breaking the law in her opinion would make her a potential... criminal?

　　 "It's funny!" She didn't know how to express it, so she could only give Lynch a fair comment.

　　 Lynch shook his head slightly, "Actually, it's not funny, it's just that some things need to have such a result!" He patted Vila's hand, "You take a rest, I'll talk to people outside..."

　　 As soon as he released his hand, Vila grabbed his hand back. She looked at Lynch with a pitiful expression and pleading eyes, and took his hand, as if she didn't want him to leave.

　　 Lynch turned and gave her a hug, "Don't worry, I won't leave, I'm just going to find out some other things."

　　 Wei La finally let go. Lynch walked out of the community after coming out of the room. He found a phone booth and made a few calls. Not long after, Ferrara appeared in front of him in the car.

　　 After Lynch got in the car, Ferrara drove the car into the parking lot across the road, and the two sat in the car and talked.

"To be honest, you are not the same as the Lynch I have in my mind!" Ferrer rolled down the window half a small fan. He took out the cigarette case and handed it to Lynch. He also ordered one. You should be more sensible, this is beyond my expectation!"

　　 In Ferrer's impression, Lynch is a profit-only **** gentleman. This may sound a bit awkward, but it accurately describes Lynch’s characteristics.

Many times the state he showed was the state of a gentleman. He would notice some small details. He never said swearing and was very polite. He could be very calm and stable at any time, and his calm attitude was hard to pick. The problem.

　　 But this guy is a **** again, he always makes people make the choice that people least want to choose, people don't know how to face him.

Lynch was very calm, with a slight smile on his face, his gaze was fixed on the **** of the cigarette that was constantly burning at his fingertips, and the traces of the flame were constantly eroding, as if as long as it was given enough distance, it would Never stop.

"From a rational point of view, I really shouldn't care about this. My company has no problems with the accounts. I have never slept with that woman. I pay her more than others. More salary..."

Lynch took a sip as he talked, and the spread of the fire mark immediately became violent. The smoke was spit out by him after turning around in his chest. He shook his head, "But you know, we are all human, human It is impossible to be absolutely rational. If someone can do this, then he is definitely not a person."

"We all know the importance of learning, we all know the importance of abiding by the law, and we all know the importance of hard work...", he rolled his wrists, "our reason allows us to know a lot of things to do or not to do. It should be done, but our lives are obviously not so rational."

　　 "I don't care about her, it's simple, just hang up the phone and do something that hasn't happened, but what will she encounter?"

　　Feralle fell into silence. In fact, many people who are not very clear about female prisons think that the situation of female prisons is better than that of male prisons, at least the aggressiveness of women will not be so strong.

　　 This kind of cognition is only based on people's ignorance of female prisons. In fact, female prisoners are far more frantic in prison than men, and the things they do are more terrifying than men.

　　 Not to mention that the guards of female prisons are mainly males, with a small number of females as supplements. This also means that the female prisons are full of various problems of **** and abuse.

　　Most ordinary women won't live well after entering the prison. They may become the playthings of the prison guards and the little pets of other people in the prison. Even the most basic dignity will be deprived and eventually destroyed.

Discrimination against women in society has led to some problems that have not been addressed squarely. In the past few years, there has been a problem of pregnancy among female prisoners, and there is more than one, and there are even wardens who make female prisoners be female prisoners. The news of the application, but these news have little response in the society.

　　People don't sympathize with those women, they just think they deserve it.

If an ordinary woman like 　　 Wei La enters, she may go crazy or die if she cannot survive the day she is released from prison.

　　 Lynch can gaze at the **** reality behind a cold number on a report like the mayor, indifferent, indifferent, it’s very simple.

　　 But sometimes he feels a little softhearted, and some are not so rational.

　　 Lynch turned his head to look at Ferrara, "I can't do that. I hope that I will have a good life, and that everyone around me will have a good life, so I have to stretch out my hand."

　　 "Maybe for me, what I lost is the opportunity of some people, but what I save is a life, a life of a person."

　　The topic suddenly became heavy, and Lynch quickly broke the heavy atmosphere with a smile, "Well, do you suddenly think I am actually quite great?"

　　 Ferrara smiled presumptuously, "You are such an unexpected guy..." He paused after speaking, "Do you remember the guy I told you last time? It's the governor's chief of staff."

　　 Lynch quickly remembered this man, thinking that he was a gentleman, and he nodded, "Mr. Adelaide."

Ferrara affirmed this, "Yes, Adelaide, he is the chief staff of the governor’s staff, and the relationship with the governor is also extraordinary. If he can say a word, this matter can be resolved. But you have to know that it is not easy to let him speak."

　　 Ferrara's expression has already expressed what he has not said, and it takes a lot of resources to talk about people at the level of the governor's staff.

　　 Lynch did not speak. He was silent for about half a minute before squeezing out the cigarette butt, "Then how much do you think I have to spend to solve this matter?"

Ferrara thought for a moment, "This has nothing to do with money. If you can use money to let him do things for you, then he will not be by the governor's side." After Ferrara finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, "I listen. Say that you were invited to the inauguration celebration of Mr. President. If you can do some outstanding performance in front of the President, maybe this is just a sentence."

"But to prevent that you might not be so good..." Ferrer took out the business card holder, took out a business card from it, and gave it to Lynch. There was only a name and a phone number on it. There is nothing else.

"This is a very special guy. He has an advantage. As long as he has money, he can do many things for you, but if it is not necessary, it is best not to contact him. This is a greedy devil!", Fira Le's tone was full of contempt.

　　 This also made Lynch somewhat enlightened, "Lobbyist?" He asked, Ferrer nodded and said yes.

After Lynch put his business card away, he went to pull the car door. He stayed here for enough time. As he stood outside the car and closed the car door and was about to leave, Feralle suddenly called him and asked himself. All feel a bit impulsive.

　　 "Linch, if I need your help one day, will you reach out?"

　　 Lynch turned sideways to look at him, and swept the corner of his clothes, "Of course!" He smiled and shook his head, turned around, and crossed the road into the community.

Ferrara sitting in the car lit another cigarette. In fact, he felt that Lynch didn’t need to do this at all. But I don’t know why. Lynch’s decision made him feel very special. He couldn’t say that it was. What, but definitely not bad!

After returning to the house, the police were preparing to leave. During the short time when Lynch was absent, the police station asked people nearby to come to support immediately on the grounds of suspected criminal activities nearby. Of course, Wei was included. These policemen in La's room.

　　 In fact, everyone knows how these little tricks happen, but they don’t say it.

　　 After the police left, the middle-aged man among the two agents said with a smile ~lightnovelpub.net~Mr. Lynch, you are very clever. "

　　 Lynch did not use his means to get these policemen back to the police station dingy, nor did they make them ugly in person, but instead asked them to support nearby police.

　　 Even if they ran for nothing, it could only prove to be a "false alarm." No one can say that Lynch let them leave. He kept his decency and didn't make the police too ugly, which is rare.

　　 You must know that some people always like to put their dissatisfaction in the open for people to see. These people are stupid, and they hurt themselves when they hurt others.

Lynch smiled politely, and then walked to the bar as if he were at home. He poured himself a glass of wine, and then looked at the two, "Wine, coffee, or juice?", without waiting for the other person to return him. , He reminded, "I don't know how to use coffee machines and juice machines. If you do them first, you can only do it yourself."

　　 This made the faces of the two agents a little more smiles. No one hated getting along with those with a sense of humor. The male agent smiled and said, "Although we have rules and regulations that do not allow drinking at work..."

　　 He glanced at the young female agent beside him, "But why not?"

　　 This is the power of senior FBI agents. The rules in many manuals no longer restrict them much. They have more autonomous powers in their actions.

　　

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