Body 0655

"You have gained my friendship, Mr. Secretary." Before getting off the car, Lynch reminded him.

The Federal Revenue Service is indeed a very useful knife. Unfortunately, the knife does not have its own thoughts. As long as the knife is taken from the hands of others, not for your own use, at least you will no longer be threatened.

As for some statements similar to "knife in the hand", those who put forward this concept must have not considered the issue of going to the toilet for those whose palms turn into knives.

Standing outside the car, the moonlight and neon lights made Lynch's face visible. He smiled and said goodbye to the assistant director sitting in the cab.

"Thank you very much for understanding what I said and what I said, and I suggest that some things can be delayed..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner, goodbye, Mr. Director!"

At this time, a blatant car without a license plate drove in quickly and stopped on the side of the road. Lynch turned and stepped into the car, and then the car disappeared into the night.

The assistant director looked at the sticky drinks on his body and the fried chicken soaked in the drinks. He slapped the steering wheel hard, the harsh sound from the car horns covered the swear words in his mouth, and took him to the plate. All the things were thrown out of the car window.

I don’t know if he scolded the food, or Lynch...

Everything is under control.

At the same time, a middle-aged man named Dyson who is less than 60 years old is lying on a woman in her thirties and forties to strengthen exercise. He is covered with sweat.

The woman lying on the bed didn't have any expressions, her eyes were hollow, and she had no charm, as if she had lost her soul.

Dyson's luck is good. In the past two years, he met an interesting person, who dragged him to register a company, and gave him one percent every month, but he couldn't manage the company.

He had heard of this kind of thing. At that time, he was still a tramp. There were a lot of people in this group of tramp, and he knew what it meant.

It doesn't matter to him even if he goes to jail, his life has always been hard anyway, and it is a gift to be able to enjoy one more day.

Since then, he can get a variety of dividends ranging from thousands to tens of thousands every month. Sometimes he wonders if he can get more from the company if he fights for it. After all, it is in his name. Named company.

But this kind of thing can only be thought about, he is not the opponent of those people, he has self-knowledge.

After he got rich, his life became much better. For example, he rented a big house near the park where homeless people gathered. Now the real estate has entered the cold winter. Renting a big house can rent one if you don’t need much money. very good.

Secondly, he also formed a small family. At the beginning of last year, two female wanderers, one big and one small, came to the park. Years old, it is a mother-daughter relationship.

Older women are more normal. The younger girl seems to have a brain problem. It is said that it was caused by fever and is incapable of working. She can only receive a disability allowance of less than 40 yuan from the Sabine city government every month.

The woman’s husband abandoned them a long time ago, and the woman herself lost her job. All her property was taken away by the bank, and she had to go out and wander around.

She had tried to betray her dignity to enrich her daughter before, but those people thought that even her daughter would not be spared.

Knowing this, Dyson "adopted" the two women, provided them with a place to live, provided hot water, provided stable food, and sometimes gave them pocket money.

What they have to do is to clean up the home, while the older women provide Dyson with some warmth within their ability.

Maybe it was a little tired from exercising. Dyson sat next to the woman. He picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips.

It just so happened that at this moment, the fool's daughter came in and looked at the two people on the bed with a smirk, just standing by the door and watching.

The woman hurriedly picked up the thin sheet covering her body, hummed a few words, and then the girl left.

Seeing the big trembling when the girl left, Dyson swallowed, and he glanced at the woman, "How did you think about what I told you last time?"

The woman's godless eyes were suddenly filled with vigilant light, "I haven't thought about it yet, and this kind of thing...It's hard for me to accept it!"

"It's better to make me cheaper than others!" He bluntly said, "Listen, it is difficult for her to marry a normal person like this. She can only marry a tramp in a square or a park, or even become a'toy' for everyone. "

"It's better to leave it to me to be rough to others, at least I will be gentle, and..."

He took another sip of wine, "I don't have a wife or children. After I die, everything I will be left to you. This at least guarantees that you can have a stable living environment."

"You can think about it slowly, but my patience is limited."

He put on his clothes as he said, and left the room with a wine bottle, leaving only the woman with a painful face sitting there.

He adopted the mother and daughter for the purpose of taking big and small, and he was impatient after waiting for so long.

As soon as Dyson arrived in the park, the homeless people began to greet him, and he could be regarded as a top figure here.

Although everyone doesn't know how he got rich, they have not forgotten that the old brothers here often bring some wine to share with you, and they are deeply loved by people.

Money is part of the reason why homeless people wander, and part of the reason is alcohol.

He swayed outside, watching the night getting dark, and after bidding farewell to those old friends, he walked towards the house where he lived, except for the alcohol, only the young and hot body was left in his mind.

Thinking of a certain kind of taboo that didn't exist, but faintly, his body became hot and his mouth was dry.

No longer, but tonight, even with some excessive means, he spent a lot of money on the mother and daughter, and this money is enough for him to maintain a stripper in a striptease bar!

He grabbed the bottle in his hand and took another sip.

His face showed a kind of redness, some of the redness was black, I don't know if it was because of the weather or because he didn't wash his face often.

At the last intersection, less than 20 meters away from where he lived, suddenly there was a pain in his waist, and it took him two steps to realize the pain.

He stretched out his hand and looked down. It was hot and damp and red. He looked back at his clothes again. He couldn't see anything in the night, but he felt a terrible pain on the skin on his back. It feels like being scalded by boiling water.

He turned around in horror and saw a teenager, a teenager who was only twelve, thirty or four years old.

He wears a beige cap with a beige checkered stripe, a brown-gray pony jacket, and a sharp knife in his hand.

He stabbed Dyson a few more times. The blood spread faster. The severe imbalance made it difficult for him to walk straight. He clutched the wound and ran forward for a few steps before falling heavily. On the ground.

The boy walked up to him, flipped his pockets, found some money and put it in his pocket, and then walked slowly forward with a dagger.

About five minutes later, the police found him on the side of the road.

He did not resist, did not struggle, and when he saw the police arrived, he even took the initiative to throw away the knife in his hand, and then knelt on the ground holding his hands high.

He remained silent all the time, and the police put him on the ground, put him in handcuffs, and stuffed him into the car.

There is no doubt that this is another robbery and murder.

Today, when the socio-economic recession is severe and there are more and more unemployed people, the incidence of various security cases will be much higher than normal. This is because many people have lost the cost of survival and they have to take risks.

Compared to others being hurt, at least they can live on their own. This is selfish and a crime, but it is also the instinct of the species to desire to live.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Master Lin, absolutely nothing.

The mist in the morning only appears for a short time and then completely dissipates. Some scientists believe that this is not a fog formed by condensation of water molecules in the conventional sense, but a fog formed by dust.

The federal environmental problems have indeed been serious over the years, and this has been even more so for more than half a year.

Cement factories everywhere are working overtime. The economy is not very good, but the construction does not seem to stop completely.

This also gives the UNEP and some civil sanitation organizations a place to give full play to their value. They are either making surprise inspections here or making trouble there all day long.

Early in the morning, some sanitation organization personnel wearing green and brown logos appeared on the streets holding signs and marching. It seemed that they had found a new target.

Joining various organizations in this difficult time is also a way to make ends meet, especially joining various organizations on Buppen's side, and some of the remuneration is better than work.

At this moment, they suddenly made a loud noise to the luxury convoy on the side of the road~lightnovelpub.net~ and waved the signs in their hands vigorously. Some people even ran towards the convoy emotionally, trying to intercept the convoy.

Unfortunately, the speed of the convoy did not slow down, and some people saw that they were about to be hit, so they had to scold and flash aside.

"These people are getting more and more annoying..."

In the car, Mr. Truman commented.

Lynch came to Buppen after dealing with the affairs of York State. There are some finishing work, which is of little value and can be completed without him. His real battlefield is in Buppen.

Those who don’t deal with the trick behind the scenes, even if they handle the affairs of the York State Revenue Service, it may not be long before the York State Bureau of Investigation will jump out.

If you don't solve the troublemaker, the trouble will continue.

Mr. Truman personally picked up Lynch. He is still on "vacation", so he has more time to deal with some personal matters.

"It's all the money." Lynch commented pertinently.

The birth of the environmental protection organization did not originate from the guilt of human beings towards nature and the awakening of oneself-human beings are not so sacred, and its birth was actually born in the struggle between capital and capital.

It's just that some fools really believe it. They never think about where the money for this kind of non-profit organization's various activities each year comes from. They have been brainwashed by "justice".

The convoy did not stop in the city, and went directly to the villa area in the middle of the mountain. The two finally entered Lynch's villa together.

Sitting in the wide study room, Lynch sat beside Mr. Truman with two glasses of wine and asked a question, "Do you want to show those people a little bit of color?"

Still looking for \"Blackstone Code\" free novels?

Baidu direct search: \"\"It's easy to read novels!