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"What's the matter, why did the police find your side?"

Sanchez glanced sideways at his uncle president, and left the room with the phone.

Standing in the hallway, listening to the report under his hand, his temples were bulging, which was one of the signs that his emotions were about to explode.

He arranged for his subordinates to arrest all the family members of Mr. President and sent them to the cellar of the villa in consideration of not affecting others.

That cellar is used to store all kinds of alcoholic beverages. This cellar is not just a simple digging of a low room, but also considering the problem of constant temperature, so it is a multi-story cellar.

If you shoot in the cellar, let alone you can hear the gunshots outside, even if you throw a bomb inside, you will only hear a slight muffled noise outside.

At the same time, it is very convenient to dispose of the corpses in that place. As long as the corpses are thrown into the wine barrel and sealed, no one knows whether the people are dead or missing when no one is going to fetch the wine.

But unfortunately, there are police officers now coming to the door, which makes Sanchez have to wonder if his men have done something they shouldn't do, which alarmed the federal police.

The feedback on the other end of the phone was very timely. They did nothing but the police came.

Once entangled and crossfire, want to leave?

That is purely a dream. The support of the police will only increase, and it is even possible to use militias and troops from the security zone.

After all, this is Buppen, the core of the Federation!

Sanchez walked a few steps back and forth with some headaches, "Get out of there as soon as possible, find a way to go, don't pester them!"

Saying that he hung up the phone, he didn't want to hear the voices of these people anymore.

There was no anger on Sanchez's calm face, only some boredom. He walked a few steps back and forth, slammed the phone to the ground, and then returned to the interrogation room.

He strode to the front of Mr. President and grabbed his clothes. "You already knew these things would happen?"

Mr. President's expression is very strange, as if he is smiling, but if you take a closer look, it is not.

"I don't know what will happen, but it looks like it did happen..."

The presence of the police gave Sanchez too much passivity. Just when he was about to work harder, his men broke into the room and said, "Colonel, there is a policeman here."

The colonel was the rank of Sanchez when he was in Marillo. As the eldest son of the warlord, he lived for so long without dying from various accidents, and he also accumulated enough merits.

Colonel is the highest military rank in the current warlord system except for the general himself.

Sanchez looked back at his subordinates, then looked at Mr. President, and then left.

No matter who was creating this situation, whether it was his uncle, Mr. President, or someone else did it, he could not take Mr. President away from here.

Once the police spotted Mr. President in his car, he couldn't get away by himself.

At this time, he understood what Mr. President said, what he did wrong, he committed a crime.

This is also one of the residences of Mr. President, and it is normal for the police to find it.

Sanchez left very quickly. They walked on the front foot, and the police on the back foot found here, and they wiped the car on the road.

Soon Buppen began to circulate a news that every moment the president was kidnapped and severely tortured, and his family suffered even more unexpected events, and he was the only one left—

The first half of the sentence sounds really miserable, but how does the second half sound like a good thing?

These billionaires in Buppen have to cede a total of hundreds of millions of assets to the other half of them every year because of divorce cases. If most of the rich were not courageous enough, they would have hired killers to kill their wives a long time ago.

Of course, this is just a small episode, and people are still concerned about the treatment of Mr. President.

Some wealthy people immediately spoke out, hoping that the police could catch the case severely, catch the perpetrators as soon as possible, and let them be punished as they deserve.

Mr. President was also sent to the hospital to receive the best treatment, but his condition was not very good.

"The arm problem can be recovered. We have some ways to cope with some traumas on the body, but...", the doctor in the ward lowered his head and reconfirmed the report, "You can't do anything for it. NS."

"It took too long to be stripped. We have checked your bag. The cut tissue has shrunk, and the egg you have been stripped..."

"They are broken."

When the doctor said these words, he felt a little pain in his lower body. This **** kidnapper really has no humanity.

Not only did he kill Mr. President’s entire family, but he also lost the ability to bear children, which also meant that he could no longer have offspring.

All his wealth has no heirs!

Oh, it seems that I heard that he has nephews or something, so lucky guys.

The doctor who is lamenting the unpredictable fate of life and lamenting the luck of Mr. President's nephew will certainly not believe it. These are all done by Mr. President's nephew.

Mr. President looked at the doctor blankly. The doctor was embarrassed by him and smiled embarrassingly.

"In addition, under you... there is a large area of ​​electrical injury. I will prescribe you a sufficient dose of painkillers. After the edema is over, most of the functions will be restored."

"I'm not sure if you need to fight hormones..."

Mr. President's lips moved, "Go!"

"I don't want to repeat it a second time, get out!"

He grabbed the pillow and threw it towards the doctor. The Doctor Federation left the room in a retreat position.

He is not angry at all. It depends on the money. At the same time, he thinks that this may be related to the hormone disorder in Mr. President's body. He will become more emotional because his hormone balance in his body has been broken.

In short, rich people deserve to be forgiven for everything, because they are rich.

Mr. President lying on the bed sighed heavily. He survived. This is the only good news.

As for the family...in fact, he still has it. He has kept his eyes on since his brother killed the first comrade in arms who started with them.

The egg is gone, it doesn't matter, the other little guy's function is still there, he can still enjoy happiness, that's enough.

It doesn't matter if the child is really gone, as long as he still has money, there are countless people in the world who want to call his father.

He is considering how to respond to an official investigation.

At this moment, the door opened.

Mr. President couldn't restrain the anger surging in his body at all, and he almost yelled, "I said, get out, don't disturb me."

After the door opened, Lynch stood by the door, "This is definitely not what you said to me."

Mr. President froze for a moment, trying to struggle to sit up, but his lower limbs were injured too badly.

The long-term intermittent electric shock caused severe edema in his lower limbs, and with various wounds, it was not so easy for him to sit up.

"Of course not, Mr. Lynch, I thought it was the doctors and nurses."

He was a little bit curious as he said, "How did you... come in? When I came, I was surrounded by people from the Bureau of Investigation."

"I said we are friends. What you need most now is friends. They let me in."

Lynch didn't tell the truth, he just showed the ID of his special adviser to the Safety Committee, and the FBI put him in.

Although from a certain perspective, a special consultant is almost a temporary worker, a consultant is a consultant, and his level is not low.

Mr. President knows that Lynch is not telling the truth, and he also knows that only fools can expose this question, "Please sit down, Mr. Lynch, please forgive me for not being able to get up to greet you."

Lynch walked to the bed, he put a flower that "shun" from the door of other wards on the bedside table and sat down beside it.

"What happened to you has something to do with Mr. Sanchez?"

Knowing that this is the truth, he still asked.

Mr. President did not hide it, nodded and said, "It is true. He wants the stock in my hand and forced me to sign those transfer agreements, but I didn't do that."

"They... they killed my family!"

For a while, Mr. President's eyes became red, and tears rolled in his eye sockets.

"I was also very shocked when I heard this news. If there is anything I can help you, please tell me in time!" Lynch appropriately showed his kind and compassionate side.

But then, he said again, "In fact, all the problems are concentrated on one point, that is, those shares in your hand..."

Mr. President, who was still planning to cry, suddenly became alert, and the already brewed tears were sucked back by the lacrimal glands, "I don't know what you mean, Mr. Lynch."

Lynch tilted his legs and crossed his hands naturally on his legs, "I mean maybe you can transfer part of the shares to me~lightnovelpub.net~ so that I can share some risks for you."

"Look at what you are now, I think you can't stand the second torment."

Mr. President was greeted Lynch in turn with swear words, his expression changed, weighing the pros and cons.

Lynch came up with this idea at this time, and it was definitely not a sudden idea.

Having just experienced multiple injuries, Mr. President needs to seriously consider this issue.

Seeing Mr. President’s silence, Lynch continued to say in a tone that seemed to be flat during small talk, “This is the core of the problem. As long as the shares are in your possession, you will never get rid of these nightmares.”

"But I can help you..."

Mr. President retorted in a weak imposing manner, "If all the shares fall into your hands, my brother will no longer supply you with tobacco, and they may re-support a company."

"That's why you are still injured!" Lynch raised his finger unceremoniously, pointing at Mr. President, "You are still so naive."

"He is not willing to supply, so he will be replaced by someone who is willing to supply. There are so many people in Mariro. I believe someone will be willing to kneel in front of me for Sol!"

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