Blackstone Code

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To believe, or not to believe, was not an issue at all.

But when Lynch turned it into a problem, the eldest prince's adjutant was shaken.

What people fear most is to think too much.

In fact, being a fool is the happiest form of human beings.

Because fools don't think about what to do if they lose their job one day, they don't think about what to do if they get sick, they don't think so much.

They just smile at other people, and people think it's a silly smile, but they don't know it's a happy smile.

Until the second before they die, they have nothing to fear. For them, fear has never existed since the beginning!

But smart people think more.

The eldest prince's adjutant has already begun to think too much. What he is thinking about is the question of "will the eldest prince think too much"!

He wouldn't think that the eldest prince believed that he had a deal with Lynch from the beginning, but he couldn't bear the eldest prince to think too much. What if he thought too much and thought he should get rid of himself?

After all, he knows a lot of important things and holds some core information. Only a dead person is the best keeper.

He also helped the eldest prince to do some similar things. During the growth of the eldest prince, there were always a few people who could influence his future development.

Someone has to do this.

It's just that he used to be the one responsible for ending the trouble, and now he has the potential to become a trouble!

The less he said a word, the less eager Lynch was to urge him to make a decision.

Because Lynch is also a smart person, he knows very well how scary a normal person will be if he thinks too much!

He waited slowly. After about seven or eight minutes, there was some sweat on the adjutant's forehead, and the pain of the wound became clearer and sharper.

He endured the pain, looked at Lynch, wanted to say something, and closed his mouth again.

After another two or three minutes of stalemate, he sighed, "Is all this done for today?"

He couldn't help but look at the ivory prosthesis on the bedside table. At this time, he was already... He couldn't tell, and the anger and hatred in his heart suddenly became cheap.

He even wanted to laugh a little.

"This was your plan from the beginning?"

"Leave me here instead of a targeted attack?"

The only thought of the adjutant at this time was that he had suffered so many crimes, not Lynch's revenge on the eldest prince, but to allow himself to be persuaded by him!

Yes, if he still had intact legs at this time, and he had never met Lynch, he would not have been persuaded by a stranger to betray His Royal Highness the First Prince.

He can't do that!

He, his family, are proud of his work, and the one he is most unlikely to betray is the eldest prince.

But things are a little different now.

He was destined to not be the person in his ideal future. He couldn't use prosthetics and crutches to walk around in front of people like a clown.

In a country that is fanatical and respects the strong, people will not respect a waste like him!

He was doomed to lose his glory and now his trust, and perhaps only then would he have the basis to talk to Lynch about these issues.

Lynch shrugged, "Who knows?"

"If you hadn't plotted to try and attack me, everything that's happened so far would not have happened."

"It's not my decision, it's you!"

The adjutant chuckled twice, and he pondered for a while, "Have you considered a possibility, maybe I will reject you, and then lie in bed quietly and wait for death?"

There was a special kind of pride in his eyes, yes, he didn't have no choice at all, he still had a choice that ordinary people couldn't see.

That is choosing to die.

Lynch also nodded honestly, "I thought about it, so I made corresponding arrangements."

"Once you die, the media will use the conflict between you and the eldest prince as the core of the report, and report to the world the fact that the eldest prince assassinated you in the hospital."

"You will not become a warrior who sacrificed himself in the Federation for the sake of the country in the mouth of the Pengio people!"

"Instead, the eldest prince will become a clown because of you. You know, no one can guess what the clown is thinking. They are always perverted in their hearts."

Lynch's honesty suddenly made the adjutant not know what to say, and he also realized that he really didn't seem to have a choice.

He didn't know how Lynch could be sure that his death would definitely become a stain on the eldest prince, but once such a thing happened, the political life of the eldest prince would come to an end.

The people will not like an emperor who plays tricks and tricks, much less an emperor who is about to abandon his own people at every turn!

The selection of Penggio's emperors may be a bit cruel, but no emperor has these bad qualities.

They may be rude, they may be violent, they may be murderous, but all their evil is external, not internal!

As soon as the report goes out, the eldest prince's emperor's dream will be completely shattered.

He has waited for more than ten years for this moment, and will continue to wait.

He will go into madness because of broken dreams.

You don't know what the madman with the knife in his hand will do next, but there must be only a few outcomes.

Either put the knife in your own body or in someone else's body.

The adjutant was silent again. He didn't dare to gamble. If he lost, he would not be the one who died, but everyone in his family.

But if he betrayed His Royal Highness the First Prince, his family would also die.

Seeming to see his torment, Lynch offered a solution.

"If we work together, I can make sure you die heroically and you'll be a hero and have a hero's funeral."

"I'll find a way to get your family out too, so they can be reunited with you here."

"You're going to have a lot of money, you're going to have the power to embrace freedom, you're going to be able to live in the sun, and you're going to have freedom that you've never had before, equality."

He leaned forward and patted the adjutant's arm, "Time is running out. After I leave this door, we won't meet again."

"When you die, when your family dies, I will present a bouquet of flowers for you and them. Everyone who dies for ideals and missions, and those who are sacrificed, are worthy of respect!"

He stood up and walked to the window sill. He opened the window and lit a cigarette, "You still have five minutes..."

People are always afraid of death, and no one can escape this, whether he is a tramp struggling to survive in sewage, or the ruler of the world sitting high on the cloud.

Everyone has the same desire and appeal, that is to live longer!

People... no, it is the biological instinct to resist death, but they must fall into the arms of death, and if there is a chance to delay, they will be willing to pay for it!

The five minutes were not long and passed quickly, and the adjutant finally lost to the desire to survive.

There is also a desire to maintain glory.

When Lynch left, some of those who were in charge of stalking called the eldest prince, and they said that Lynch had been in the hospital for about fifty minutes.

Not only that, but he also appeared in the adjutant's ward - he was seen pushing the adjutant's window open, smoking a cigarette, and seemed to be chatting with the people in the ward.

After hearing the news, the eldest prince was angry at first, but it quickly subsided, and he didn't even make more arrangements.

The night before the eldest prince left the Federation, a mute who accidentally cut his arm was sent to the emergency room.

The wound was not very serious, the doctor simply dealt with it and did not pay attention to him anymore.

Of course, the man with the arm injury was asked to stay in the hospital for observation in order to rip off Medicare and tap more payment potential from the patient.

The reason is to observe whether the wound will be infected. It is early summer, and it is the season when the wound is prone to infection.

The man also agreed. Since he didn't have time to notify his family, he couldn't register his social security number today.

But he paid cash, and if he had cash, he could still be hospitalized. As long as it was money, who cared about who it was from?

After one o'clock in the evening, the man lying on the hospital bed turned over and got up. He changed into a suit in the bathroom and transformed himself into a doctor.

He quickly found the upstairs intensive care ward according to the building plan in his memory during the day, and found the room where the adjutant was.

This case does not involve any intentional injury or other circumstances, and the person involved has not applied for judicial protection, so no one will guard the gate for him~www.readwn.com~ The man entered the room and walked to the side of the hospital bed, the adjutant turned sideways , turned his back to the man, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The man took out a syringe, injected the medicine into the water bottle, and left quietly.

During the whole process, there was almost no sound at all.

When the door had been closed for a minute or so, the door opened again!

The man watched the adjutant lying on the hospital bed through the crack of the door for a while before leaving again.

The first prince asked him to kill the adjutant as little as possible without disturbing others, so that the adjutant looked like he died in a car accident, not murder.

In this way, after he goes back, he can link the death of the adjutant with the arrogant federal people!

See this as a humiliation of the Federalists to him, to the royal family, to the will of the entire Pongio Empire!

The medicine injected into the man is a special toxin extracted from the poison glands of animals, and its only effect is to cause short-term cardiac paralysis.

And it's hard to detect!

Everything is so perfect!

The man returned to his room, took off the doctor's clothes, changed into his own hospital clothes, and then lay on the bed.

At the same time, the adjutant looked at everything that happened with a complicated expression, and he had no way out.

In the middle of the night, there were cluttered footsteps upstairs, the assassin rolled over and fell asleep at night, and left the hospital the next day.

Later, the eldest prince also got the news that his adjutant had died.

When he heard the news, he was still somewhat painful. After all, he was able to work for himself, and it was involved in confidential matters. In fact, there had always been enough trust between the two.

But...something happens, doesn't it?