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After listening to the executive director’s remarks, Lynch did not directly express his position. He thought about it for a while and said, “I need to think about it.”

“Of course, it is of course, Mr. Lynch, such an important matter must require multiple considerations.” He said that he took out a business card from his pocket, stood up respectfully, bent over, with one hand. Tucked the hem of the dress, held it in one hand and handed it over.

“This is my business card, no matter what you have in mind, you can call me anytime.”

Lynch received the business card. The name, position, and several calls of the person on the business card are also marked on what time period and what calls can be made. The details are even on weekends and private time.

The Federation’s desire for freedom is like a man’s desire for a woman… This description may not be accurate, but it is not much worse.

So the overwhelming majority refuse to talk about anything related to work outside of working hours.

Whatever it is, they will quickly get bored, angry, and even lose their temper.

But this guy doesn’t mind doing this.

Lynch put down the business card, which is also a very significant feature. The supervisor in front of him is likely to be facing a change and a choice.

Step over, he will become a member of the upper class.

Stepping past, he is still the middle class with high income.

“I took note, do you have anything else?” Lynch put the business card on the table, and he looked at the director of the executive department.

The latter quickly stood up, “Nothing else, I’m sorry to disturb you at this time, then… I think I should go, too.”

Lynch supported the armrest of the chair with both hands and straightened up. He extended the hand and shook hands with the executive director. “Good night, sir, you know how to leave.”

“Good night, Mr. Lynch.”

After watching the supervisor leave, Lynch looked at the business card in his hand, shook the head, opened the drawer with his hand and put it in instead of carrying it with him.

It is not that he hasn’t done anything in these three days. He has been paying attention to the exchanges between Sanchez and Mr. President.

I have to say that the status of special adviser to the Security Committee is still very useful. As the son of a warlord, Sanchez may inherit the important youngster position of the warlord in the future. Once he enters the country, he will be a member of the Security Committee, the Homeland Security Bureau, and the Military Intelligence Bureau. Just stared at him.

On the one hand, this stalking is an indirect protection, on the other hand, it also prevents them from doing bad things.

These people unscrupulously disrupt the society order in their own country, and everyone is a very dangerous person.

If it weren’t for the relationship between the Federation and Marillo, it was not bad. In addition, Mr. President and the Department of International Affairs had some changes in the policies and attitudes towards Marillo. Maybe Sanchez would not have the opportunity to enter the Federation.

Now he comes in, in order to avoid the harm he caused to this society, it is reasonable to stare at him.

Today is the 3rd day. He hasn’t gotten his president Uncle yet. This makes Lynch feel that he is not as strong as he is in the Conference Hall.

At least his ability is not worthy of his strength.

If Mr. President can continue for a while, then Lynch will have some other ideas.

If he didn’t hold on for long and transferred the shares to his nephew, Sanchez, then there would be nothing left to consider.

Even in this matter, Lynch is not very easy to intervene now, after all, this is the other party’s “housework”.

Just when Lynch was guessing how long Mr. President could last, Mr. President was suffering a terrible punishment.

Sanchez wore a black shirt, rolled up his sleeves high, and exposed a layer of dense body hair on his arms.

apart from this, there are various wounds.

His body is not fat at all, it can be said to be very standard. Fatty will not live long in Marillo——

When assassin struck, running slowly meant that he was not qualified to continue living, so Sanchez had a very good figure.

He was a little bit sweaty, and the President sitting in front of him was stripped naked, and his white and tender body was covered with scars.

To describe a middle-aged and elderly man with the word white, white, tender and tender…It is indeed a bit too much, but this is the truest manifestation.

Living in a favorable federal environment, enjoying the most advanced medical technology and technological inventions, his aging degree is much lighter than peers.

It looks like it may be only forty years old, or even younger.

But now, this “good body” is full of wounds.

Some are still bleeding, some are not bleeding anymore.

Knife cuts, burns, punctures, and even electrical injuries.

Two wires are connected between Mr. President’s legs, one red and the other green. It looks a little frightening.

“As long as you sign, I will persuade the general, and will not arrest you back to Marillo.” Sanchez is still trying to persuade, but no matter how he persuades, his Uncle refused to sign.

Federal signatures have always been an anti-counterfeiting measure. From where to start, a certain position where the highest point of the stroke reaches, and finally falls before or after a certain line.

These all are anti-counterfeiting means, and only they and the organization that left the original signature know.

Otherwise, that many cheques are issued every year, without any exact anti-counterfeiting measures, banks would have gone bankrupt, and major enterprises would have been emptied by people.

It is precisely because of these unremarkable defense methods that constitute the foundation of the prosperity of the federal financial economy.

No country has ever been able to use various checks on a large scale like the Federation. Although there are often problems, these problems are within an acceptable range.

If Mr. President does not sign, the equity in his hand will not be transferred to Sanchez, and those anonymous companies holding shares on his behalf will not transfer the equity to Sanchez. Sanchez has no position in the company.

He still remembers the contempt and questioning of Lynch and others three days ago, and the anger at that time is still affecting his mood.

Mr. President, who has been tortured for two days, lifts the head and looked at Sanchez, his mouth slightly closed, as if he was saying something.

Sanchez leaned over. This was the first time that Mr. President actively expressed his desire in the past two days. But immediately afterwards he felt a little hot and humid on one cheek, and the sliding liquid was running down his cheek. Flow down.

Blood and water mixed with saliva, it’s so fucking disgusting.

Sanchez walked to the side of the switch, he looked at his Uncle indifferently, and then pushed the knife.

The moment the power was turned on, Mr. President shook his whole body. After the federal government passed the “Electricity Safety Law” a few years ago, in order to avoid casualties caused by the wrong use of electrical appliances and power supplies, the indoor voltage is in a safe range. Inside.

Electricity is definitely a revolution, but it did bring a lot of tragedies at the time. Some people died of electrocution because of wrong use or just because of curiosity. The federal society tasted the pain that it had to endure in the process of development.

Fortunately, these problems are now resolved.

After ten seconds of the motor, Sanchez pushed the knife off, and the tight Mr. President suddenly sat loosely on the chair.

Where his arms are bound by steel wires, some steel wires have been embedded in the flesh.

There is a slightly burnt smell, those are the smell of hair, and there is a bad smell.

Sanchez’s assistant took the water pipe and flushed it towards Mr. President. Actually, it is much better now.

The first time he was subjected to electrocution, he was incontinent, pulling it all over.

Now he has been hungry for two days without eating, except for urinary incontinence, there will be no more liquid or solid.

The cold water seemed to restore the spirit of Mr. President, and he laughed happily.

The voice of laughter was very low, filled with a smell of mockery, and Sanchez’s face went dark.

In fact, Mr. President and Sanchez both know that they are all betting.

Mr. President bet that Sanchez and his big brother would not dare to kill him when they could not get the equity. Once they did that, they would completely lose every moment.

And Sanchez is also betting that his good Uncle can’t bear all kinds of torture, and will eventually sign his name on the power of attorney.

But from now on, his Uncle seems more hopeful to win.

What he didn’t expect was that this waste Uncle could actually resist until now.

When the water stains almost disappeared, Sanchez walked up to Mr. President and looked down at him, “Do you think there is only so much pain?”

“No, there is still a lot of pain, so much that you can’t imagine, this is just the beginning!”

As he said, he walked to the side of the cart, put on surgical gloves for himself, and then took out a scalpel and a cotton thread.

He walked back to Mr. President, “Have you figured it out, do you continue to resist, or sign the document?”

Mr. President spit out bloody smear again, his voice was very hoarse and weak, “It’s so fucking painful, but compared to death, the pain is acceptable.”

“Either let me go, or… kill me, you have no choice!”

Mr. President’s unexpected strength made Sanchez embarrassed.

He raised his hand and pressed it on top of his Uncle’s head, and pushed hard, the chair fell backward, Mr. President leaned back on the ground and faced upwards.

His legs separated naturally.

Sanchez squatted down, skillfully removed a wire clip, tightened it with cotton thread, with a stroke of the knife…

At first, it didn’t hurt at all. It may be that the current paralyzed the nerves, but after about two to 30 seconds, a falling pain began to tear the president’s will.

This kind of pain not only comes from physical reactions, but also psychological reactions!

He knew that there was actually nothing, but in his feelings, it seemed that a chain was tightly fixed to his lower body, dragging him into hell.

Pain, despair, anger!

The room was filled with weak roars and shouts.