From the beginning, I wanted to hijack Lynch, and now I am standing in this room, wearing the underwear of the little dolphin hero and saying "I want to live". In fact, this does not require much mental journey.

Every road seemed invisible to the future, and he always had to choose one that would let him go.

Is it shameful to surrender?

No, the dead are shameful. As long as they live, they can become heroes.

Sanchez looked at Lynch, hoping to impress Lynch with his own words, but Lynch didn't seem to be impressed so easily.

"Do I look like a fool?" Lynch asked back. "The general is your father. I don't think he will kill you."

Sanchez was silent for a while, "My uncle thinks so too."

Lynch laughed twice, "You are very humorous. This is very good. People in the Federation like humorous people. Tell me about your father, the general."

There was some irony in this sentence, Sanchez pretended not to hear it, or didn't really care about it.

"That's a very strict person...", he began to tell his father and these stories.

He is indeed a very strict person. Sanchez started fighting when he was fourteen years old. In the words of the general, as the eldest son, he had to adapt to the cruel living environment.

Almost every once in a while, a few days or a week or two, there will be conflicts with other forces.

At that time, the general was just a small-scale warlord, with more than a hundred people in his hands, so he had a son, and his son must also go to the battlefield as a combatant, instead of sitting behind and enjoying the joy of harvest brought by the death of others. .

In the eyes of the general, anyone is actually the same. Sons, younger brothers, and relatives are just a tool for him to achieve his power goals.

Even to a certain extent, his cruelty to his relatives is more like a kind of management of ordinary soldiers-using attitudes and methods that are so strict that their relatives will not let go, let people understand what is called rules.

"...I promised him that I would take care of these things, but obviously I failed."

"I can't guarantee whether he will kill me because of this, nor can I be sure that my younger siblings will lose the general's trust because of me, and secretly execute me before he needs me again."

When Sanchez described his father, he did not say the word "father" throughout the article, let alone his name, and all used "general" as the name for that man.

Here, in Marillo, it has always been the case. There is not much family affection between them, only obedience under the blood connection.

"I don't have the courage to bet that they will let me go, and I can't kidnap you and force you to hand over what I want, so I stand here now like a clown praying for a chance to live."

Lynch was silent for a moment after listening, "That's really a brutal and authoritarian general. Through your description, I can feel the pain of the Malilo and the Maloris in this turbulent situation and under the rule of warlords."

Outside the villa, the FBI's car had arrived, and they spent more than three minutes talking about it, which was slightly earlier than the five minutes Lynch expected.

This is understandable. After all, Lynch is a rich man, and this is also a rich district. If the FBI Director does not want to change his job, he must show respect and respect for the rich.

"Mr. Lynch..." Sanchez's tone was a little flustered. Once the FBI took him away, he would definitely be expelled from the Union by the Union.

The only place he could go was Marillo.

He really didn't want to go back. After the mission failed, he could already imagine the general's anger like a volcano erupting.

He messed up everything and didn't say anything, because the financial aid was cut off, and soon the general's power would become unstable.

The militants who can't get their salary on time will definitely make trouble. The only thing that can make them obey is money, and they have no loyalty.

These troubles will become more and more terrible, and eventually overturn the general to the ground, so Sanchez must be responsible for it.

Lynch was still thinking, Sanchez yelled again urgently, "Mr. Lynch, I swear what I said is true."

His expression and emotions couldn't keep calm, and he panicked.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer, and the door of the villa was pushed open. More than a dozen guys who knew they were FBI agents at a glance appeared here all together. The one walking in the front was Buppen. The director of the city's FBI, he is personally in charge of this case.

As soon as he entered the door, he showed his ID, "I am the Director of Investigation of the City of Bupen, FBI. This is my ID. I will take away the wanted man Sanchez..."

Lynch shook his head and stood up, "Sorry, Mr. Director, Sanchez can't give it to you for the time being. I have other uses for him."

Sanchez was so nervous that he wanted to pee, he felt relieved, he felt he had convinced Lynch.

The Director of the Bureau of Investigation frowned, "He is the most wanted criminal in the Federation..."

The wanted order is issued at the request of the Security Committee. Every time a wanted order issued across the territory is actually a kind of damage to the FBI's reputation.

People's first impression when seeing the wanted order is that people in the FBI are like pigs. They can't do anything except sleep and eat, and they can't do it well. Allowing criminals to become a social problem.

But in fact, sometimes this kind of wanted order is not requested by them themselves, but other agencies ask them to assist in the issuance.

In the end, all kinds of infamy will be borne by themselves.

If Sanchez can be caught as soon as possible, it will have a very good role in restoring the image of the FBI.

Moreover, he didn't think Lynch could stop him.

He was talking, tilted his head, and motioned to his hand to take Sanchez over.

But Lynch Lynch took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to Austin for her to show it to the Director of the Bureau of Investigation.

The Director of the FBI took the documents in confusion, he looked up at Lynch again, and then carefully distinguished it.

Every executive department of the federal government will implement some small anti-counterfeiting methods on documents. After all, in this era of underdeveloped communication technology, relying on verbal descriptions of a person's appearance to verify his identity is far less reliable than other anti-counterfeiting methods.

Lynch's credentials are real, and no one knows that he still has this identity.

The Director of the Bureau of Investigation did not dare to say anything, and returned the certificate to Austin. He glanced at Lynch twice and shouted "Go back."

One of the agents seemed unwilling, and the Director of the Bureau of Investigation glared back.

This is the authority of the safety committee. If it weren't for a group of people staring at the safety committee, perhaps the safety committee could also get the privilege of killing first and then verifying it.

After recovering the documents, Lynch made people look at Sanchez. He returned to the study and called Mr. Truman.

Mr. Truman had just returned home and was lying in the bath to relieve the fatigue caused by a busy day at work. His servant sent the phone to the side of the bath.

"it's me……"

"Linch?"

"Yes."

"Does it matter if you call me so late?"

"Sanchez ran to me and raised both hands to see me. I chatted with him. He is a valuable person."

"Value?" Mr. Truman had stood up from the bath when he heard this. He took the phone to the outside of the bathroom, and the servant wiped his body.

Of course, he wore underpants. As for why he wears underpants, that's another matter.

"tell me the story."

"We all know that the more chaotic Mariro is, the more valuable and meaningful it is to us. Now it is a bit more stable. This is not in line with our political interests in the north."

"Besides, we need one of the big warlords to stand on our side, unconditionally on our side."

"Don't hang up, I'll go to the study to talk to you." Mr. Truman said casually and hung up the phone.

After waiting for almost two minutes, some electric noise came, followed by Mr. Truman's voice, "Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Just now you said that there needs to be a warlord on our side. Did you mean Sanchez's father?"

Lynch’s answer was quick and firm, “Of course not. We need a warlord who belongs to us. The general is not the best choice, but the worst. It is difficult for him to be controlled by us.”

"But we have a good goal."

Mr. Truman said thoughtfully, "You mean Sanchez, why are you optimistic about him? I have read his information. This is a cruel person, but it is limited to this."

He feels that Sanchez is not a smart person, which does not conform to Mr. Truman's view of employing people. He is a smart person, and he knows how useful smart people are.

Sanchez is too stupid.

But Lynch’s opinion is just the opposite, "Because he is not smart enough~lightnovelpub.net~ so we can better control him."

"Marillo now needs a change, a revolution. A child stands up against his tyrannical and authoritarian father and hopes to resolve the hatred between the two nations. What do you think of this theme?"

Mr. Truman listened carefully, and he also thought about it seriously, "This theme sounds very much in line with the taste of the people in Congress, but it is clear that the Marillos and the Maroris don't think so."

"The antagonistic hatred between nations does not mean that we can let go of it. It will not succeed."

Lynch smiled and added, "But the Federation will support him. With our support, he will have the foundation."

"We don't need him to actually do this, we just need him to look like he wants to build a peaceful, orderly, and harmonious society. This is enough."

"Marillo, these great warlords, are not moving, it's too dangerous."

"Now one is about to fall, and maybe there will be a second and a third soon."

"Once someone unifies Marillo, our pressure in the north will double."

"We need a Marillo who will always be chaotic, not a Marillo who has been baptized by iron-blooded warfare. Such a Marillo is definitely a nightmare!"

Truman first followed Lynch’s words and thought deeply. It’s a turbulent country, with a series of civil wars. From teenage boys and girls to grandmothers in their 50s and 60s, everyone can carry a gun and shoot. .

The battle has been carved into their bones, and maybe they are weak now, but once Marillo is unified, the Federation will have a neighbour from hell!

After having some ideas, Mr. Truman asked, "Where is Sanchez now?"

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