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"We don't have much time to wait for you to slowly take care of your uncle's shares, do you understand what I mean?"

"The longer you delay, the more excited those people are. The commander of the blue army has already called me and asked if I need his help."

"If you can't do it well, tell me now, and I will let your brother take over these things in the past."

"If you do well, then do it for me."

"How many days do you want me to get good news?"

There was no family affection in the voice of the general's father, Sanchez, and every word contained cold orders and discipline.

For this great warlord, children are nothing but a better tool, worthy of trust than strangers, but they can only be trusted a little bit.

As long as he still holds the monstrous power and arms in his hand, he will be able to give birth to countless children.

In places unknown to people, there are still some of his children, which is the last resort.

Not to mention that by his side, there are still some women who are giving birth to new lives.

Over the years, he has had a lot of children who died, and he felt a little painful at first, but he got used to it as he died a lot.

So he didn't speak to his children like a "kind father", he was just a "general."

Sanchez clenched his fists, "No more than three days at most, I will let my uncle understand what stupid decisions he made."

"Very well, I am waiting for your good news, don't let me wait too long."

After hanging up the phone, Sanchez did not leave, but looked at the phone quietly.

He has died many younger brothers, and now there are two remaining, but soon, he will have some new brothers born.

Most of Marillo's warlords are "family systems", and the general is the head of the family, and then they will arrange a lot of work for their brothers, sisters, sons and daughters.

There are basically no "comrades" or "brothers" who can reach the same height as the warlord himself.

If these people didn't accidentally die in the initial process, they would encounter various accidents later.

Power is too tempting.

Sanchez is also eager for power. He will not allow his brother to go over him and take everything that should belong to him from his own hands.

He turned around and returned to the interrogation room. After a night's rest, Mr. President's spirit improved slightly.

However, because of maintaining the same posture for a long time, his **** is no longer sensible, and at the same time his hands and arms have obvious bruises.

This is a phenomenon caused by blood circulation disorders. If it is not handled in time, his hands will become necrotic and thrombosis will form, which is life-threatening.

But he didn't know these things, and Sanchez didn't know, they didn't study medicine.

Sanchez dragged a folding chair from outside and walked in. He sat opposite to Mr. President, with his hands and arms pressed on his thighs, his body leaned forward and looked at Mr. President.

"The general said he would let my brother over to take over my job. He was disappointed in me that he couldn't get you to sign."

As if he was confiding in his heart, he said all his thoughts.

He lit himself a cigarette, which was the brand of every moment, he took a sip, pinched it in his hand, and continued, "You know, the general is a very strict man."

"If you do well, he will praise, if you don't, he will punish. I didn't do well enough. Maybe he won't hang me up and beat me like ordinary soldiers, but he will definitely question my ability."

"People like us can be greedy, despicable, or a villain, but we absolutely cannot be incapable."

"It's going to die..."

Mr. President has not spoken. He wakes up, but he does not want to speak. On the one hand, he is too hungry and has no energy, and on the other hand, he is too lazy to speak.

Sanchez got up and walked to the door. He took a call from his hand, and he took the phone to the room.

When he walked to the table, he lifted it forcefully, and there was a tumbling noise. All kinds of torture instruments with flesh and blood on the table were overturned to the ground.

He put the phone on, and then pressed the release button.

Immediately after the phone came the voice of a young girl, the eldest daughter of Mr. President.

This is the girl he gave birth to after he married his first wife, but the poor woman died of an attack not long after giving birth to this girl.

He likes his daughter very much, this is the treasure left to him by his first wife.

In the external microphone, the lovely daughter's voice was full of terror. She cried and cried illogically and called Mr. President's name, yelling "papa", praying for someone to hear her prayers and save her.

Sanchez moved the chair to the opposite of Mr. President, he sat down, there was almost no distance between the two people, almost head against the head.

"My dear uncle, are you willing to sign?"

He stared at Mr. President, Mr. President sneered without much effort, and said nothing.

He knew what Sanchez was going to do, and he was very sad, but he couldn't help it.

At this point, if he signs, not only will he die, but everyone who has a relationship with him will die!

This is the style of Marillo in this country. From the almost extinct fights between the Maloris and the Marillos, to now they treat their own people so cruelly.

The whole country is full of tyranny.

He signed it and everyone was going to die.

If he doesn't sign, at least he won't die.

He knows how to choose, although the choice is painful.

Sanchez's eyelids twitched, and he turned slightly to the phone, "This is not good, next one."

Then the girl let out a harsh scream, and then seven or eight gunshots, and the girl's voice stopped abruptly.

Then, a young man's voice came. This was the second son of Mr. President.

"When we are fighting the enemy on the front line, you enjoy the peace that we have traded with life and blood in the Federation."

"We won't blame you, because you have your work to do."

"But you see, now you have not only made a mess of your work, but also attempted to occupy this life that does not belong to you. Don't you know how to repent?"

Mr. President's body was trembling slightly, he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"It looks like your son can't shake you!", he tilted his head, "Next."

A series of gunshots and footsteps rang again.

Sons, daughters, his mistress, illegitimate children, more than a dozen people all returned to the embrace of God in a very short time.

Sanchez's scalp suddenly itchy, he scratched it vigorously, "It seems you have made the final decision."

At this time, Mr. President suddenly spoke.

"Do you know that when my brother asked me to come to the Federation to take charge of the business here, I knew he was going to kick me out."

"He sent someone to assassinate all our original partners, and now he doesn't even plan to let it go..."

"Sanchez, you didn't know that I took you out of the delivery room when you were born, and your father doesn't care about you at all."

"Now he can think about getting rid of me, and he will get rid of you in the future. You are just a tool to him."

"And, you did one thing wrong..."

Sanchez frowned. He knew how his father's subordinates had nothing before. It is impossible for so many people to have an accident all of a sudden. Someone must have done it.

The general's reason for doing this is also very good. These people, regardless of esteem and inferiority, want to establish their own power, so they all have an accident in dignity.

But Mr. President said that the general would kill everyone... He didn't believe it.

Of course, this does not prevent him and Mr. President from continuing to talk, maybe when Mr. President's thinking becomes smooth, "What did I do wrong?" he asked casually.

Mr. President raised his head and looked at him, speaking slowly, but his words were very clear, "This is the Federation, not Marillo. Putting your set here is a crime!"

A few minutes ago, the police operator at the Buppen police station was impatiently hanging up the phone.

Damn it, a poor ghost living in the suburbs actually suspected that his house had been invaded and tried to send someone from the police station to see it. Isn't this a joke?

Just look at it like this. Nothing happened, and the cost of getting a police officer was probably tens of dollars.

This money is not borne by the caller, and the police station is responsible for it. If every caller’s call is taken seriously, the police station may soon go bankrupt.

She comforted the caller and told him that he could go back and have a look first. If someone really found an intrusion, then ask for help.

The phone that had just hung up rang again, and the operator made an explosion to the colleague next to him. When he answered the phone, his expression suddenly became serious.

The rotating pencil in her hand also began to write and draw on the notebook. Later, after she hung up the phone, she picked it up again, and clicked on the button of a branch on the phone.

"Someone reported... the community heard the gunshots. Go and take a look. It's best to put on body armor and bring heavy weapons!"

The community she describes as a high-end villa community ~lightnovelpub.net~Buppen is the most indispensable, this is the community.

As for why her attitude has changed?

Oh, that is definitely not discrimination against the poor. It's just that gunshots were mentioned in the police call. This is obviously a more dangerous case, and it must be taken seriously.

After receiving the alarm call, the sub-bureau immediately dispatched two patrolmen to check, and the criminal police were also ready to dispatch at any time.

After more than ten minutes, two police cars drove slowly into the community, and the community was very quiet.

Each villa is separated by a long distance, and there are various vegetation privacy walls.

In order not to disturb other residents, the two police cars did not sound their sirens.

"It's too quiet, I think it might be a false alarm..." The policeman sitting in the first car looked very relaxed.

If something went wrong, the security department of the community service company would have been dispatched a long time ago, how could it wait until the police?

They came outside the house on the alarm call. In the quiet house, let alone the gunfire, there was no human voice.

Just when the police were about to ring the doorbell, two men wearing black gloves walked out of the gate.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, and the two men in black drew their guns and shot!

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