MTL - Blackstone Code-Chapter 53 Gratitude and grievances, since 1 written off

　　 After all, human beings are profit-seeking animals. As long as they are animals, it is difficult to get rid of the instinctive trend. No one in this world can be absolutely rational, and often when faced with choices, they will choose the option that is most beneficial to them.

　　 Unlucky one person saved himself, and also saved the face of the Sabine City Tax Bureau, and allowed all the law enforcement systems to recover some points. Johnson actually knew how to choose, he just didn't want to say it.

　　 The more people are full of ugliness and darkness, the more they yearn for purity, but the more they yearn for purity, the more they want to destroy it, no matter what means.

　　 Human nature may be called "human nature" because the nature of human beings is sufficiently complex and degraded enough to set off and give the word "human nature" more connotations.

　　 Chief Johnson wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Lynch's calm gaze made him feel like a needle stick on his body, which made him very uneasy and uncomfortable.

He rarely encounters such a well-disguised, but very aggressive gaze, which is the gaze of a superior person, as if he gave himself a condition and knew that he could not make a choice on his own. , I have to pretend to be magnanimous to choose, but I can only choose the only answer.

It hurts a little bit. The sweat on his face and neck is more sweat. Maybe it’s really too hot inside, maybe because the face-to-face communication between "alone" and Lynch made him feel too much pressure. Suddenly stood up.

　　Originally, after standing up, he pulled away from the chair and turned and left. The action paused here. He was a little inexplicably guilty and explained, "I have to consider, yes, consider..."

He glanced at Lynch. After Lynch made a "please" gesture, he walked out of the rotisserie while wiping his sweat. He stood on the sidewalk with a wet handkerchief and looked back when he was in the shadows. Lynch was faintly trembling in his hands.

His hands were a bit unobedient, and the sudden anger turned into anger made him slam the slightly heavy and wet handkerchief on the ground, his mouth was panting, and the strange gazes of passing pedestrians made him calm down quickly. Come down.

　　 He patted his mouth, got into the car, tremblingly took out the key and stuffed it into the lock cylinder, caught fire, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly disappeared to the side of the road.

After returning home, Johnson locked himself in the study. He rarely took a bottle of spirits used to decorate the wine rack. He only drinks when he is socializing. He doesn't like drinking. This may have something to do with his drunk father when he was a child who often beat him and his mother after drinking.

　　 Forty years have passed, some things have become past tense for some people, but some things are as if they were still more than 40 years ago, and they have not changed at all.

Cup after cup of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt made his mood fluctuate very greatly, because his decision will change the lives of the three people, and even destroy them, but He has no other choice.

　　 Commissioner Johnson is a good person. At least people in the tax bureau say that. It was his gentleness that made him go to the position of director, and it was his gentleness that made him stop at this moment, but now these are all about to change.

　　 The next day, the director who had passed and spoken well in people's eyes disappeared, replaced by a director who always frowned and had a pale and sharp voice in his voice.

　　 In the next few days, as public opinion continued to ferment, Sabine, a small city on the second-tier of the Baylor Federation, became the focus of the entire Federation and the whole world for the first time. This feeling... is very strange.

　　 Some fresh faces appeared on the streets of the city center. They always hold a microphone in their hands, and there will be interview cars not far from them.

　　 The workers’ union even launched a one-day strike on the weekend specifically for this incident. The Sabine City Trade Union’s management also came to visit Lynch and expressed their indignation at the abuse of power by law enforcement agencies.

　　 In short, this is a very magical time, everyone finds it very fresh.

　　 In this novelty, Michael’s case opened. Because of Michael’s own troubles and Michael’s refusal of any visitation, the court appointed a lawyer as Michael’s defense attorney.

　　 After more than half an hour of discussion between the defense lawyer and Michael, the defense lawyer agreed with Michael’s plea and would try his best to help him get a shorter sentence.

　　 For lawyers who have already relied on the court to assign them to confuse their lives, they have long since been worried about their success rate.

　　 In this case, little Michael appeared in the dock in the court.

　　 Michael's application for observation was approved. After all, he is the father of little Michael. Although he is now under house arrest at home and waiting for the outcome of another injury case, the court still allowed him to come as an observer.

　　I haven't seen each other for three or five days. It seems that it has been a year since the meeting between father and son in court. Michael looked at the haggard little Michael's heart like a knife, and little Michael smiled reluctantly.

Little Michael read out a confession that he didn’t know where it came from. After a series of procedures, the lawyer helped Little Michael get a nine-month sentence. To be honest, the nine-month sentence for burglary is more than just nine months. Many people's imagination.

The lawyer bases that Michael is underage, has no previous criminal history, and has been able to get a full scholarship since he was a child. He is a good boy of good character and academics as a basis. He believes that his burglary is more like a crime. Subjective passionate criminal behavior.

　　 The court reviewed the relevant materials, and finally approved the defense lawyer's defense and gave a minimum sentence. I have to say that Little Michael can help him with a full scholarship all year round.

　　 Michael was expelled from the court because he interfered with the order twice during the trial, but the judge could understand his feelings and specifically approved that he could meet with little Michael later.

　　 At this time, Michael was crying silently and painfully while holding his head in his hands. He kept hammering his forehead with his fists and slap. He seemed to hate himself.

　　 The faint weeping sound in the secluded corridor made him more noticeable. When he was in distress, he felt someone sitting next to him.

　　 At this time, Michael is like a lion that has been injured. He opened his mouth without raising his head. A "roll" tore his vocal cords and sprayed out of his throat, filled with tyrannical emotions.

　　 But the people sitting next to him were unmoved. Immediately after, Michael heard the sound of a lighter sparking, and then there was a strong smell of cigarettes.

　　 He wiped the tears in his eyes and on his face. He didn't want his embarrassment to be seen by others. He was a tough guy. He felt so. He wanted to tell the people around him like a tough guy and get away from him.

　　 Just as he was about to roar, a familiar voice rang in his ears!

　　 "If I were you, I wouldn't do it!"

　　 Lynch, it’s Lynch!

　　 Michael will never forget this voice for the rest of his life. This voice has also become the main source of his nightmares lately. He viciously stared at Lynch with red eyes, "You came to see me joke, are you very proud of it?"

　　 Lynch curled his mouth, he handed a cigarette to him, and Michael knocked out Lynch’s hand~www.novelbuddy.com~ The cigarette rolled and bounced on the ground a few times, and rolled under the bench on the other side of the corridor.

　　 "Have you always been like this? You think everyone should accept your bad temper?" Lynch inadvertently retracted his hand which had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, his eyes showed a trace of indifference.

　　 His face was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. The grumpy Michael closed his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at his hands, as if immersed in his own world again.

　　 Lynch looked at him and shrugged, stood up and looked down at him, "I'm here just to tell you that our grievances are almost over."

　　 "You will get what you deserve, and you don't have to worry too much about your child. He has many boyfriends in prison..."

　　 Michael violently again, he grasped Lynch's collar with both hands, while Lynch raised his hands.

　　 Although the lion is injured, it is still a lion.

Lynch was not afraid of the tragic breath on Michael's body. He said in a joking tone, "If I were you, I would let go. You and your son have already paid for your fault, and you too. Think about your wife..."

　　 In the next second, Michael's fierce eyes turned pale in an instant. Although the lion was terrifying, it was not the hunter's opponent after all.

　　 Lynch tidyed up his collar and smiled and said, "Okay, I'm finished with what I should say, I wish you a happy holiday, Mr. Michael!"

　　 The sound of footsteps went further and further, Michael turned his head stiffly and watched Lynch disappear into the afterglow of the sun on the other side of the corridor. His consciousness seemed to be overwhelmed by the light at the moment when Lynch merged into the afterglow.

　　 is like... drowning, it makes people unable to breathe!

　　 Even if it is bright!