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Those who can stay with Lynch must be checked by the Safety Committee, and Lynch himself will also check.

The boyfriend of the maid is a young man from the same place as her, who is in his twenties and works in a local factory.

Their ideal is to buy a house in a big city and live a happy life. In fact, since the birth of this ideal, they are unlikely to be happy.

Living in a big city is not easy. What you have to face is not just the pressure of living expenses. After all, prices and consumption levels in big cities are very high. Even if you don’t make high consumption, your monthly bills can still make people feel better. Unbearable.

In addition to these, the bigger problem comes from the temptation of big cities.

When a person sees that others can enjoy the kind of rich life without any effort on their own, their mentality will lose balance, and in the end they may become what they don't want to be.

Striptease bars never lack strippers. Why?

Because those ordinary waitresses are waiting to be one of them all the time!

They serve the guests, of course, it is a formal service, such as the work of a waiter who delivers drinks to the guests at the booth, and works for a month. Maybe no striptease girl makes more money in one night.

"They just stripped naked and bounced on the stage!"

This kind of contrast is really difficult to adapt. Once the mind relaxes and starts to slip, people will convince themselves.

"It's just taking off your clothes. Does anyone do anything to yourself? As long as one night, you can enjoy 29 days of vacation..."

"It's just entering the private room, there is no difference between the inside and the outside..."

"It's just a one-night relationship with a guest, and the law can't say that I'm wrong..."

The landslide of thought is like a mudslide. Once it is not blocked, it can no longer be blocked.

The maid is like this. She always wants to stay when she comes to this big city. She doesn't have any special place. She can only use some other methods to keep herself here.

She couldn't stand living in that kind of country place anymore, with the smell of cow dung everywhere, and some stupid and earthy neighbors.

She likes the glamorous life here, likes to live in a free villa, and enjoy the exquisite life.

She likes the expensive coffee and various delicacies here. She can't afford any of them, but she can just enjoy...

In the future, there will be some small changes unknowingly, but she doesn't care so much.

Regarding her own choice, the maid did not feel that she was depraved. After all, work is work and life is life.

She is a girl who loves work as much as her life. Is this wrong?

Of course, she still has an ideal, to earn a little money, have her own family in Bupen with her boyfriend, and gradually become a real big city person.

To satisfy this, you must work hard!

Lucky for that young man, to find such a good girlfriend, he must have saved the world in his last life.

Watching the maid change a set of relatively conservative long skirts and leave, Lynch sent blessings to her boyfriend.

He overlooked the whole of Buppen. The villas in Mid-Levels are just as good as they are. Residents can feel like they are the masters of this world anytime and anywhere, and the whole world can be held tightly by reaching out.

Suddenly, the phone in the room rang, and Austin walked over with the phone. This kind of thing should have been done by the maid, but she left.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Austin put the phone on the table, and she looked at Lynch's hand disgustingly.

Lynch curled his lips, "I wiped it."

Austin couldn't help complaining, "You must have not cleaned it, God, how could I work for you?"

She really can't understand Lynch's uncomfortable life, saying that these are actually just complaints. As a female fighter, she believes in her abilities more than any feminist activist.

Lynch sat on the recliner indifferently, you can't make everyone agree with you, it's nothing.

"it's me……"

"It looks like you're still in Buppen."

"Yes, I have nothing to do recently, do you have any questions?"

It was Mr. Truman who called. The Department of International Affairs is doing more and more work, and the responsibilities are getting heavier. Many of the jobs of Mr. President have been lost to Mr. Truman.

Some people outside think that Mr. President is a fool, because "he has to leave even the most basic tasks to others to do, and he can only hunt!"

In fact, Mr. President has only hunted twice recently, both in national parks.

Sometimes the federal law is very strange. It tells people the importance of protecting natural animals while allowing people to pay a sum of money and then hunt the animals. This is very wrong.

But no one has any opinions about this. Hunting is too far away for the poor, and the natural environment is too far away. For the rich, money has never been a problem.

After being attacked, Mr. President did not respond. He only admitted his hobbies with a smile, but did not apologize. In his opinion, using the weekend to hunt is a personal act and should not rise to a high level.

The Department of International Affairs is doing more and more work, and Mr. Truman's power is getting heavier. The President trusts him and no one can change this.

"If you are free, you'd better be at the Ministry of Defense within twenty minutes. We have a meeting."

Lynch was stunned, "I want to go too?"

He said that he had stood up and dragged the phone towards the hall, "I didn't know that I could also participate in this kind of meeting. What did you say?"

"It's not easy to say on the phone, we will talk when you come to the scene!"

"Okay..." Lynch hung up the phone and put his hand somewhere, he looked back at Austin, who was standing in the yard, "You should go to prepare the car, we are going to set off."

Austin rolled his eyes and walked to the garage. "Where are you going on such a hot day?"

"The Ministry of Defense!"

Thirty minutes later, Lynch’s car arrived at the Ministry of National Defense. After coming out of the Mid-Levels Villa area, there has been a traffic jam. This is Bupen, not the **** South Beach. The hotter the weather, the more people come here. Know what they are thinking.

Fortunately, it is not easy for everyone. When Lynch arrived at the Ministry of Defense, there were still people on the road, which also gave him time to sit down and have a good chat with Mr. Truman.

"What the **** is it that requires me as a civic person to be in the dojo?" As soon as the two of them sat down, they began to smoke, and they all smoked the black supreme.

Some people want these hard to get, but Lynch can easily prepare some for them.

"The general was assassinated, Sanchez was wounded, Isabella is missing..."

Three short sentences can make Lynch instantly understand why the faces of those around them are not pretty. Sanchez and Isabella are their important pawns in Marillo.

Especially Isabella, according to the idea of ​​the Ministry of Defense, she will gradually take over the military power in the hands of the general, and then become two independent but connected warlords with Sanchez.

In this way, their scale does not need to be too large, but they have the strength of a big warlord, and ordinary small forces will not move them, and they can develop very well.

After about two or three years, two people will be able to occupy a certain position in Marillo's situation.

But no one thought that just the day before yesterday, a combat team raided the general's base camp. Someone put them in, and then they killed the general without any hindrance.

Isabella, who should have played a role, disappeared, and Sanchez was also assassinated, but he was only injured and the assassination failed.

The reaction of his long life on the front line of the battle allowed him to escape the assassination. Two bullets hit his chest one after the other, and the federal medical personnel had completed the rescue.

He survived, but he needs cultivation.

In just two days, all the important chess pieces buried by the Federation were shattered. It is hard not to doubt whether someone has leaked these classified information.

So much so that the attack seemed to be aimed at the general and his family, and they wanted to wipe out these people completely.

Whether it’s the Security Committee, the Ministry of National Defense, or the Military Intelligence Agency... there is no homeland security bureau, and their hands are not that long.

These organizations all acted to consider the next issues.

The general's death caused his power to rout, and now the battle situation has suddenly become more blurred.

The enemy they were fighting did not seem to have expected that the general would die, and now they have begun to swallow the forces left behind by the generals.

But other big warlords obviously didn't want him to do that. They planned to intervene by force and then divide up the legacy left by the generals together.

In short, now Marillo is completely chaotic due to the sudden death of the general. The large-scale melee that has been quelled for many years is showing signs of breaking out again. A large number of refugees are flocking to the border between Marillo and the Federation, and the pressure on the border is very high~ lightnovelpub.net~ No one knows where the situation over there will go, this is the most terrifying thing.

The purpose of this emergency meeting is to discuss some solutions to this problem, at least to find some countermeasures.

After Lynch listened to Mr. Truman's words, he tilted his head and asked distrustfully, "You didn't arrange for someone to assassinate the general, right?"

"I always feel that only you can do this kind of thing..."

Kill the target and let the target's children inherit the inheritance. Isn't this the best bridge segment like the Safety Committee?

Mr. Truman shook his head, "I don't know why you have such an idea, but it is indeed not ours. We never interfere in the internal affairs of other countries!"

"So what's the use of asking me to come to the meeting?" Lynch asked a question he always wanted to ask. He is a businessman, and he doesn't think he can change anything.

Mr. Truman was silent for a while, "You are more important than you think!"