MTL - Blackstone Code-~ four-teen

"That's right, we are civilized people!" Lynch took a step back. He tidied his neckline. "Anything else? If not, I will leave. I still have a lot to do! "

　　 Michael couldn't help but stepped forward again, groaning in a low voice, "This is between us, don't mess with my family, you are breaking the rules!"

　　 "Rules?" Lynch had some doubts on his face, "I'm not in your industry, and I haven't had any dealings with you. Are you sure that the rules in your mouth are suitable for me?"

　　 He said with a smile, "Of course, I am a law-abiding citizen. I don't need you to remind me to remember this. If you have nothing else to say, I will leave."

　　 He looked at Michael. The two looked at each other for about three to five seconds. Michael stepped aside, and Lynch nodded slightly and passed him by his side.

　　Looking at the back of Lynch's departure, Michael showed his ID inside his clothes, then overturned the car from the sidewalk, and parked in the parking space in front of his house not long after.

　　 He quickly returned home, saw his wife watching the sitcom every afternoon, and quickly walked over to hug his somewhat surprised wife, "Nothing unusual happened just now, right?"

　　 "I mean no one is knocking on the door, or no one invades our yard, right?"

His wife is several years younger than him. This is why so many people want to enter the Federal Revenue Service every year. They have the highest wages in the government system, the best benefits, the best working environment and benefits, and Various unexpected benefits.

　　 This has also allowed every Federal Revenue Service staff member to become a sweet pastry-like existence in the marriage market. Whether they are men or women, they can find their favorite objects.

　　 Most men choose younger women, it is not uncommon for them to be three, five or even ten years younger than themselves.

　　 Michael’s wife is six years younger than him, and he has always cherished his wife.

　　 "No, no one comes. I sit here all afternoon and watch TV. If anyone comes, I will find out."

　　 came in from the door and was facing the living room. If someone knocks on the door or enters the yard, he can see the intruder through the bright window on the wall. The afternoon is very calm and calm enough that she is about to fall asleep.

　　 Michael sat on the sofa with his arms around his wife's shoulders. He didn't know how to talk about his business trip, let alone how to make her wife beware of Lynch who might appear again.

On the other side, after spinning around for a few times, Lynch, who bought some electrical supplies, returned to the temporary residence. He took out the key and was opening the door. The guy coming from behind suddenly got close to him, a sharp object. Reached his waist.

　　 Then came a voice with a strong bad breath, "Where is my money?"

Lynch paused for a while before continuing to open the door. He pushed open the door and stepped a leg towards the inside. At the same time, he said, "If you don't want someone to finish playing, you'd better come in with me. If there is any problem, we can solve it through communication."

In the process of less than five seconds, Lynch has locked the identity of the guy behind him. Thanks to the accumulation of so many years in his previous life, this one is only twenty years old and full of energy, and everything is still at its peak. His body gave him an unspeakable sense of joy, everything was under his control, and he hadn't felt his own strength as clearly as he did now.

　　 The man outside the door hesitated a bit, but he still followed. More than two thousand dollars is not a small amount for him. What he was surprised was that the young man, Lynch, was not afraid of the knife in his hand.

　　 The room is not big, a bedroom with a door connected to it, and an inner room for washing up. There is a faint smell of... **** in the room. The head of the newspaper raised his eyebrows. He thought it would be cleaner.

It took a long time for Lynch to come back that night to wash away the feces and water that had completely penetrated into the pants, but the smell could not be dissipated until now. It has been washed many times, and perfume is applied, but there are still some The smell that can't be hidden.

　　 "You and Michael are your own business, it has nothing to do with me, return my money to me!", the masthead gestured with the dagger in his hand and reiterated his point of view.

After the newsboys went back, he confiscated the newspaper bags in the hands of the newsboys, only to find that it was only two thousand yuan, almost two thousand and six hundred less. This amount of money is not a small sum, it is based on his ability to make money by selling newspapers. Said that it may be his income for several months.

　　 He will not let this money disappear in his own world like this. He has visited Michael. Michael said that this matter has nothing to do with him. He can only come to Lynch now. Maybe this young man speaks better.

　　 "I just want to get my money back, do you understand, everything has nothing to do with me!"

Lynch simply tidied up and sat on the bed. He cocked his legs and put his hands on his knees. He could see that the masthead was very nervous. He was a little incoherent and kept emphasizing the dagger in his hand, but in fact he may not have that much. horrible.

His eyes were erratic, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the focus of his eyes was on the ground between the two most of the time. He himself was also in fear. This was the first time he had done such a thing, holding a dagger, standing by others. On the site, ask others to do something.

Lynch had already seen his foreign talents, he said with a smile, "You know, even if I kill you now, the judge won't make any trial against me because you broke into my room with a murder weapon. "

　　 The newspaper head suddenly raised his head and looked back at the door behind him. An idea popped up in his mind for an instant. Lynch asked him to come into the room to talk, not to avoid being seen by others, but to plot him.

　　 He suddenly became more excited, and even more fearful, because he found that he had become a prey from a hunter, which made his breathing become so fast that he felt as though he was about to suffocate.

He stepped back a few steps, raised the knife in his hand, made a fierce look, and wanted to step forward to show Lynch a bit of color, such as cutting his clothes, but he was afraid that Lynch would have any post-production methods. I was at a loss for a while.

　　 Seeing this guy fell into a state of being unable to continue, Lin Qicai pointed to the chair beside him, "Why don't we sit down and talk about it? Violence can't solve any problems!"

　　 He said very sincerely. Maybe he was moved by this sincerity. Maybe Lynch’s calm and calm attitude affected the masthead. After thinking about it, the masthead agreed with him and sat in a chair.

After he sat down, Lin Qi asked, "Actually, my loss is much greater than yours. I lost five thousand yuan!" When this sentence was over, the masthead showed an obvious shocked expression. A trace of "sure enough" is clear.

"Have you ever thought about it, maybe this is a game?", before the masthead reacted, Lynch continued to ask, "I gave five thousand yuan to five children. They ordered it, and I also acted in front of them. I ordered the pastry again, this money will not cause problems with me."

　　 "After they left my room ~www.novelbuddy.com~ did they go directly to you, or to other places?"

　　 "If they come directly to you, have you ever considered whether these newsboys are reliable?"

　　 "If they went to other places, would anyone besides you and me intervene in this matter?"

Lynch shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands with a regretful expression. "Michael told others that he didn't get anything from me, but I really lost five thousand yuan. I think that five thousand yuan is in his In hand!"

These words quickly made the less educated masthead start to think about it, in order to avoid exposing himself, and at the same time, to avoid being involved in this case, he did not appear near here at the time, but in a farther alley. waiting.

　　 After the paper boys got the money, they didn't go directly back to him. Instead, they went to a room across the road to meet Michael. During this time, there was about a minute or two.

　　If there is an accident with this money..., it can only be from Michael.

He already believes this. The newsboys he sent can be said to be of the kind he trusts. At the same time, they talked to each other about how they counted the money, and Lynch also counted the money. I saw the money being wrapped up like before.

Just as he began to recall these things, Lynch added, "We are all afraid of certain people and dare not speak up. I believe it is not just that we dare not speak the truth, but those children may not dare to speak the truth. ."

　　 "You came to me with a knife. In fact, you found the wrong person. Ask the children again. Maybe you will find something new."

　　 People who are illiterate are so cheating!

　　 Lynch again showed caring and kind eyes.