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After listening to the executive director's remarks, Lynch did not directly express his position. He thought about it for a while and said, "I need to think about it."

"Of course, this is of course, Mr. Lynch, such an important matter must require multiple considerations.", he took out a business card from his pocket, stood up respectfully, bent over, and held it in one hand. The hem of the dress was held in one hand and passed over.

"This is my business card. You can call me anytime you have any ideas."

Lynch received the business card. The name, job title, and several phone calls of the person on the business card were also marked on what time period to make the call. It was very detailed, even weekends and private time.

The Federation's desire for freedom is like a man's desire for women... This description may not be accurate, but it is not much different.

Therefore, most federal people refuse to talk about anything related to work outside of working hours.

Whatever it is, they will quickly get bored, irritated, and even lose their temper.

But this guy didn't mind doing this.

Lynch put down his business card, which is also a very significant feature. The supervisor in front of him is likely to be facing a change and a choice.

Step forward, he will become a member of the upper class.

Stepping past, he is still the high-income middle class.

"I've written it down, do you have anything else?" Lynch put the card on the table, and he looked at the director of the executive department.

The latter quickly stood up, "Nothing else, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, then... I think I should go, too."

Lynch supported the armrest of the chair with both hands and straightened up. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with the executive director. "Good night, sir, you know how to leave."

"Good night, Mr. Lynch."

After watching the supervisor leave, Lynch looked at the business card in his hand, shook his head, opened the drawer with his hand and put it in instead of carrying it with him.

It is not that he hasn't done anything in these three days. He has been paying attention to the exchanges between Sanchez and Mr. President.

I have to say that the status of Special Adviser to the Security Council is still very useful. As the son of a warlord, Sanchez is an important young man who may inherit the position of a warlord in the future. Once he enters the country, the Security Council, the Homeland Security Bureau, and the Military Intelligence Bureau will stare at him. Got on him.

On the one hand, this stalking is an indirect protection, and on the other hand, it also prevents them from doing bad things.

These people unscrupulously disrupt the social order in their own country, and everyone is a very dangerous person.

If it weren't for the relationship between the Federation and Marillo, it's pretty good. In addition, Mr. President and the Department of International Affairs have changed their policies and attitudes towards Marillo. Maybe Sanchez has no chance to enter the Federation.

Now he has come in, in order to avoid the harm he caused to this society, it is reasonable to stare at him.

Today is the third day, and he hasn't gotten his president uncle, which makes Lynch feel that he is not as strong as he is in the conference room.

At least his ability is not worthy of his strength.

If Mr. President can continue for a while, then Lynch will have other ideas.

If he can't hold on for long and transfer the shares to his nephew, Sanchez, then nothing else will be considered.

Even in this matter, Lynch is not very easy to intervene now, after all, this is the other party's "housework."

Just as Lynch was guessing how long Mr. President could last, Mr. President was suffering a terrible punishment.

Sanchez was wearing a black shirt and rolled up his sleeves high, revealing a thick layer of body hair on his exposed arms.

In addition, there are various wounds.

His body is not fat at all, it can be said to be very standard. Fatty can't live long in Marillo——

When the assassin came, running slowly meant that he didn't have the qualifications to continue living, so Sanchez had a very good figure.

He was a little bit sweaty, and the President sitting in front of him was stripped naked, and his white and tender body was covered with scars.

To describe a middle-aged and elderly man with the term "white, tender and tender"...It is indeed a bit overdone, but this is the truest manifestation.

Living in a favorable federal environment, enjoying the most advanced medical technology and technological inventions, his aging degree is far less than that of his peers.

It may seem to be only forty years old, or even younger.

But now, this "good body" is all wounds.

Some are still bleeding, some are not bleeding anymore.

Knife cuts, burns, punctures, and even electrical injuries.

Two wires were connected between Mr. President's legs, one red and the other green, which looked a little frightening.

"As long as you sign, I will persuade the general and will not arrest you back to Marillo." Sanchez was still trying his best to persuade, but no matter how he persuaded, his uncle refused to sign.

Federal signatures have always been an anti-counterfeiting measure. From where to start the stroke, where the highest point of a stroke reaches, and finally to fall in front of or behind a certain line.

These are anti-counterfeiting methods, and only they and the organization that has the original signature know.

Otherwise, so many checks are issued every year, there are no exact anti-counterfeiting measures, the banks will go bankrupt, and the major companies will be emptied by people.

It is precisely because of these humble defenses that constitute the foundation of the federal financial and economic prosperity.

No country has ever been able to use various checks on a large scale like the Federation. Although there are often problems, these problems are within an acceptable range.

If Mr. President does not sign, the equity in his hand will not be transferred to Sanchez, and those anonymous companies holding the shares will not transfer the equity to Sanchez. Sanchez has no position in the company.

He still remembers the contempt and questioning of Lynch and others three days ago, and the anger at that time is still affecting his mood.

The president who had been tortured for two days raised his head and looked at Sanchez, his mouth slightly closed, as if he was saying something.

Sanchez leaned over. This was the first time that Mr. President actively expressed his desire in these two days, but immediately afterwards he felt a little hot and humid on one of his cheeks, and the sliding liquid flowed down his cheeks. .

Blood and water mixed with saliva, so **** disgusting.

Sanchez walked to the side of the switch, he looked at his uncle indifferently, and then pushed the knife.

The moment the power was turned on, Mr. President shook his whole body. After the federal government passed the Electricity Safety Law a few years ago, in order to avoid casualties caused by the wrong use of electrical appliances and power supplies, the indoor voltage was within a safe range.

Electricity is definitely a revolution, but it did bring a lot of tragedies at the time. Some people died of electrocution because of wrong use or just because of curiosity. The federal society tasted the pain that it had to endure in the process of development.

Fortunately, these problems are now resolved.

After ten seconds of motoring, Sanchez pushed the knife off, and the tense Mr. President suddenly sat loosely on the chair.

Where his arms were bound by steel wires, some steel wires had been embedded in the flesh.

Slightly burnt smell, those are the smell of hair, and there is a bad smell.

Sanchez's assistant took the water pipe and flushed it towards Mr. President. In fact, it is much better now.

When he was electrocuted for the first time, he was incontinent, pulling it all over.

Now he has been hungry for two days without eating, except for urinary incontinence, there will be no more liquid or solid.

The cold water seemed to restore the spirit of Mr. President, and he laughed happily.

The voice of laughter was very low, filled with a smell of mockery, and Sanchez's face turned black.

In fact, Mr. President and Sanchez both know that they are all betting.

Mr. President bet that Sanchez and his brother would not dare to kill him when they could not get the equity. Once they did that, they would completely lose every moment.

And Sanchez is also betting that his good uncle cannot withstand all kinds of torture, and will eventually sign his name on the power of attorney.

But from now on, his uncle seems more hopeful to win.

What he didn't expect was that this uncle trash could actually resist until now.

When the water stains almost disappeared, Sanchez walked up to Mr. President and looked down at him, "Do you think there is only so much pain?"

"No, there is still a lot of pain, so much that you can't imagine, this is just the beginning!"

He said that he walked to the side of the cart, put on surgical gloves for himself~lightnovelpub.net~ and took out a scalpel and a cotton thread.

He walked back to Mr. President, "Have you figured it out, do you continue to resist, or sign the document?"

Mr. President vomited another **** smear, his voice was hoarse and weak, "It's so **** painful, but compared to death, the pain is acceptable."

"Either let me go, or...Kill me, you have no choice!"

Mr. President's unexpected strength made Sanchez embarrassed.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the top of his good uncle's head, and pushed hard, the chair fell backwards, Mr. President leaned back on the ground and faced upwards.

His legs separated naturally.

Sanchez squatted down, skillfully removed a wire clip, tightened it with cotton thread, and swiped the knife...

It didn't hurt at all at first. It might be that the electric current paralyzed the nerves, but after about twenty or thirty seconds, a kind of falling pain began to tear the president's will.

This kind of pain does not only come from physical reactions, but also psychological reactions!

He knew that there was actually nothing, but in his feelings, it seemed that a chain was tightly fixed to his lower body, dragging him into hell.

Pain, despair, anger!

The room was filled with weak roars and shouts.

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