Chapter 921
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"What's the matter? Why did the police find you?"
Sanchez glanced sideways at his CEO uncle and left the room with the phone.
Standing in the corridor, listening to his report, his temples are bulging, which is one of the manifestations of the impending outbreak of emotion.
He arranged for his men to arrest Mr. President's family. Considering that they would not affect others, he also sent them to the cellar of the villa.
The cellar is used to store all kinds of alcoholic drinks. This kind of cellar is not only to dig a room in the low, but also to consider the problem of constant temperature, so it is a multi-storey cellar.
Shoot in the cellar, don't say you can hear the gunshot outside. Even if you drop a bomb inside, you can only hear some slight dull noise outside.
At the same time, it is also convenient to deal with the bodies in that place. As long as the bodies are put into the wine barrel and sealed, no one knows whether those people are dead or missing when no one goes to get the wine.
But unfortunately, now the police came to the door, which made Sanchez have to doubt whether his men did something they shouldn't do and alerted the federal police.
The feedback from the other end of the phone was very timely. They didn't do anything, but the police came.
Once entangled and exchanged fire, want to leave?
That's just a dream. The police will only provide more and more support, and may even use the militia and the army in the warning area.
After all, this is buppen, the core of the Federation!
Sanchez walked back and forth with a headache. "Leave there as soon as possible and find a way to go. Don't entangle with them!"
Then he hung up the phone. He didn't want to hear these people's voices anymore.
Sanchez's calm face saw no anger, only some boredom. He took a few steps back and forth, slammed the phone to the ground, and then returned to the interrogation room.
He strode to the president and grabbed his clothes. "You knew this would happen?"
Mr. President's expression is very strange, like smiling, but it's not when you look carefully.
"I don't know what will happen, but it looks as if it did happen..."
The appearance of the police brought Sanchez too much passivity. When he was ready to work harder, his men broke into the room, "Colonel, there are police coming."
The colonel was Sanchez's rank when he was in mariro. As the eldest son of a warlord, he lived so long and didn't die of various accidents. He also accumulated enough meritorious deeds.
Colonel is the highest rank in the warlord system except the general himself.
Sanchez glanced back at his men, then at Mr. President, turned and left.
No matter who is creating this situation, whether his uncle, Mr. President, or others have done so, he can't take Mr. President away from here.
Once the police found Mr. President in his car, he couldn't get away himself.
At this time, he understood what the president said and what he did wrong. He committed a crime.
This is also one of the residences of the president. It's normal for the police to find it.
Sanchez left quickly. They walked on their front feet and the police on their back feet found here. They also cleaned the car on the road.
Soon, buppen began to spread a message that the president was kidnapped and severely tortured all the time, and his family suffered accidents, leaving him alone——
The first half of the sentence sounds really miserable, but how does the second half sound like a good thing?
These rich people in buppen have to cede a total of billions of assets to their other half every year because of divorce cases. Most rich people would have hired killers to kill their wives if they were not brave enough.
Of course, this is just a small episode. People are still concerned about the treatment of Mr. President.
Some rich people immediately expressed the hope that the police could strictly grasp the case, catch the perpetrators as soon as possible and let them be punished as they should.
The president was also sent to the hospital for the best treatment, but his condition was not very good.
"The arm problem can be recovered. We all have ways to deal with some injuries on our body, but..." the doctor in the ward bowed his head and reconfirmed the report, "we can't do anything for your egg."
"It has been stripped for too long. We have checked your bag. The cut tissue has shrunk, and your stripped eggs..."
"They are broken."
When the doctor said these words, he felt a little pain in his lower body. The son of a bitch kidnapper is really inhuman.
It not only killed the president's family, but also made him lose his fertility, which also means that he can't have future generations.
All his wealth, there will be no heir!
Oh, I seem to hear that he has a nephew or something. What lucky guys.
Doctors who are lamenting the fickle fate of life and the lucky explosion of Mr. President's nephew will not believe it. These are all done by Mr. President's nephew.
Mr. President looked at the doctor without expression. The doctor was not very funny and smiled awkwardly.
"In addition, there is a large area of electric injury below you. I will prescribe enough painkillers for you. After their edema is over, most of their functions are still possible to recover."
"I'm not sure if you need hormone..."
Mr. President's lips moved, "get out!"
"I don't want to repeat it again. Get out!"
He grabbed the pillow and threw it at the doctor. The doctor left the room in a concession position.
He was not angry at all. For the sake of money, he thought it might have something to do with the hormone disorder in the president. He would become more emotional because his hormone balance was broken.
In short, rich people are forgiven for doing anything because they have money.
The president lying in bed sighed heavily. He survived. This is the only good news.
As for his family... In fact, he still has. He has kept an eye on it since his brother killed the first comrade in arms who started with them.
The egg is gone. It doesn't matter. The function of another little guy is still there. He can still enjoy happiness. That's enough.
It doesn't matter if there are no children. As long as he has money, countless people in the world want to call him father.
He is considering how to deal with the official investigation.
Just then the door opened.
The president couldn't restrain his anger. He almost shouted, "I said, get out, don't disturb me."
After the door opened, Lynch stood at the door. "This must not be what he said to me."
Mr. President was stunned and wanted to struggle to sit up, but his lower limb injury was too serious.
The long-term intermittent electric shock made his lower limbs seriously edema. Coupled with various wounds, it was not so easy for him to sit up.
"Of course not, Mr. Lynch. I thought it was the doctors and nurses."
He said with some curiosity, "how did you get in? When I came, I was surrounded by people from the Bureau of investigation."
"I said we were friends. What you need most now is friends. They let me in."
Lynch didn't tell the truth. He just showed the ID of his special adviser to the security committee, and the FBI let him in.
Although the special consultant is almost a temporary worker from a certain point of view, the consultant is a consultant and the level is not low.
Mr. President knew that Lynch didn't tell the truth. He also knew that only fools would expose the problem. "Please sit down, Mr. Lynch. Please forgive me for not being able to get up to meet you."
Lynch went to the bedside. He put a flower "Shun" from the door of other wards on the bedside table and sat next to it.
"What happened to you has something to do with Mr. Sanchez?"
Knowing that this was the truth, he still asked.
The president nodded and said, "it's true. He wanted my shares and forced me to sign those transfer agreements, but I didn't do that."
"They... They killed my family!"
For a moment, Mr. President's eyes became red, and tears swirled in his eyes.
"I was also shocked when I heard this news. If there is anything I can help you, please tell me in time!" Lynch appropriately showed his kind and compassionate side.
But then he said, "in fact, all the problems focus on one point, that is, the shares in your hand..."
Mr. President, who had planned to cry, was immediately alert, and the brewing tears were sucked back by the lacrimal gland, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Lynch."
Lynch tilted his legs and naturally crossed his hands on his legs. "I mean, maybe you can transfer some shares to me so that I can share some risks for you."
"Look at you now. I don't think you can stand the second torture."
The president was full of dirty words and was greeting Lynch in turn. His expression changed from time to time, weighing the pros and cons.
Lynch's idea at this time is definitely not a sudden idea.
Having just experienced multiple injuries, Mr. President needs to seriously consider this issue.
Looking at the silence of the president, Lynch continued to say in a flat tone like chatting, "this is the core of the problem. As long as the shares are in you, you will never get rid of these nightmares."
"But I can help you..."
The president retorted, "if the shares fall into your hands all the time, my brother will no longer supply you with tobacco, and they may support a company again."
"That's why you're still hurt!" Lynch raised his hand and pointed to the president. "You're still so naive."
"He doesn't want to supply, so change someone who is willing to supply. There are so many people in Mario. I believe someone will kneel in front of me for sol!"
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"What's the matter? Why did the police find you?"
Sanchez glanced sideways at his CEO uncle and left the room with the phone.
Standing in the corridor, listening to his report, his temples are bulging, which is one of the manifestations of the impending outbreak of emotion.
He arranged for his men to arrest Mr. President's family. Considering that they would not affect others, he also sent them to the cellar of the villa.
The cellar is used to store all kinds of alcoholic drinks. This kind of cellar is not only to dig a room in the low, but also to consider the problem of constant temperature, so it is a multi-storey cellar.
Shoot in the cellar, don't say you can hear the gunshot outside. Even if you drop a bomb inside, you can only hear some slight dull noise outside.
At the same time, it is also convenient to deal with the bodies in that place. As long as the bodies are put into the wine barrel and sealed, no one knows whether those people are dead or missing when no one goes to get the wine.
But unfortunately, now the police came to the door, which made Sanchez have to doubt whether his men did something they shouldn't do and alerted the federal police.
The feedback from the other end of the phone was very timely. They didn't do anything, but the police came.
Once entangled and exchanged fire, want to leave?
That's just a dream. The police will only provide more and more support, and may even use the militia and the army in the warning area.
After all, this is buppen, the core of the Federation!
Sanchez walked back and forth with a headache. "Leave there as soon as possible and find a way to go. Don't entangle with them!"
Then he hung up the phone. He didn't want to hear these people's voices anymore.
Sanchez's calm face saw no anger, only some boredom. He took a few steps back and forth, slammed the phone to the ground, and then returned to the interrogation room.
He strode to the president and grabbed his clothes. "You knew this would happen?"
Mr. President's expression is very strange, like smiling, but it's not when you look carefully.
"I don't know what will happen, but it looks as if it did happen..."
The appearance of the police brought Sanchez too much passivity. When he was ready to work harder, his men broke into the room, "Colonel, there are police coming."
The colonel was Sanchez's rank when he was in mariro. As the eldest son of a warlord, he lived so long and didn't die of various accidents. He also accumulated enough meritorious deeds.
Colonel is the highest rank in the warlord system except the general himself.
Sanchez glanced back at his men, then at Mr. President, turned and left.
No matter who is creating this situation, whether his uncle, Mr. President, or others have done so, he can't take Mr. President away from here.
Once the police found Mr. President in his car, he couldn't get away himself.
At this time, he understood what the president said and what he did wrong. He committed a crime.
This is also one of the residences of the president. It's normal for the police to find it.
Sanchez left quickly. They walked on their front feet and the police on their back feet found here. They also cleaned the car on the road.
Soon, buppen began to spread a message that the president was kidnapped and severely tortured all the time, and his family suffered accidents, leaving him alone——
The first half of the sentence sounds really miserable, but how does the second half sound like a good thing?
These rich people in buppen have to cede a total of billions of assets to their other half every year because of divorce cases. Most rich people would have hired killers to kill their wives if they were not brave enough.
Of course, this is just a small episode. People are still concerned about the treatment of Mr. President.
Some rich people immediately expressed the hope that the police could strictly grasp the case, catch the perpetrators as soon as possible and let them be punished as they should.
The president was also sent to the hospital for the best treatment, but his condition was not very good.
"The arm problem can be recovered. We all have ways to deal with some injuries on our body, but..." the doctor in the ward bowed his head and reconfirmed the report, "we can't do anything for your egg."
"It has been stripped for too long. We have checked your bag. The cut tissue has shrunk, and your stripped eggs..."
"They are broken."
When the doctor said these words, he felt a little pain in his lower body. The son of a bitch kidnapper is really inhuman.
It not only killed the president's family, but also made him lose his fertility, which also means that he can't have future generations.
All his wealth, there will be no heir!
Oh, I seem to hear that he has a nephew or something. What lucky guys.
Doctors who are lamenting the fickle fate of life and the lucky explosion of Mr. President's nephew will not believe it. These are all done by Mr. President's nephew.
Mr. President looked at the doctor without expression. The doctor was not very funny and smiled awkwardly.
"In addition, there is a large area of electric injury below you. I will prescribe enough painkillers for you. After their edema is over, most of their functions are still possible to recover."
"I'm not sure if you need hormone..."
Mr. President's lips moved, "get out!"
"I don't want to repeat it again. Get out!"
He grabbed the pillow and threw it at the doctor. The doctor left the room in a concession position.
He was not angry at all. For the sake of money, he thought it might have something to do with the hormone disorder in the president. He would become more emotional because his hormone balance was broken.
In short, rich people are forgiven for doing anything because they have money.
The president lying in bed sighed heavily. He survived. This is the only good news.
As for his family... In fact, he still has. He has kept an eye on it since his brother killed the first comrade in arms who started with them.
The egg is gone. It doesn't matter. The function of another little guy is still there. He can still enjoy happiness. That's enough.
It doesn't matter if there are no children. As long as he has money, countless people in the world want to call him father.
He is considering how to deal with the official investigation.
Just then the door opened.
The president couldn't restrain his anger. He almost shouted, "I said, get out, don't disturb me."
After the door opened, Lynch stood at the door. "This must not be what he said to me."
Mr. President was stunned and wanted to struggle to sit up, but his lower limb injury was too serious.
The long-term intermittent electric shock made his lower limbs seriously edema. Coupled with various wounds, it was not so easy for him to sit up.
"Of course not, Mr. Lynch. I thought it was the doctors and nurses."
He said with some curiosity, "how did you get in? When I came, I was surrounded by people from the Bureau of investigation."
"I said we were friends. What you need most now is friends. They let me in."
Lynch didn't tell the truth. He just showed the ID of his special adviser to the security committee, and the FBI let him in.
Although the special consultant is almost a temporary worker from a certain point of view, the consultant is a consultant and the level is not low.
Mr. President knew that Lynch didn't tell the truth. He also knew that only fools would expose the problem. "Please sit down, Mr. Lynch. Please forgive me for not being able to get up to meet you."
Lynch went to the bedside. He put a flower "Shun" from the door of other wards on the bedside table and sat next to it.
"What happened to you has something to do with Mr. Sanchez?"
Knowing that this was the truth, he still asked.
The president nodded and said, "it's true. He wanted my shares and forced me to sign those transfer agreements, but I didn't do that."
"They... They killed my family!"
For a moment, Mr. President's eyes became red, and tears swirled in his eyes.
"I was also shocked when I heard this news. If there is anything I can help you, please tell me in time!" Lynch appropriately showed his kind and compassionate side.
But then he said, "in fact, all the problems focus on one point, that is, the shares in your hand..."
Mr. President, who had planned to cry, was immediately alert, and the brewing tears were sucked back by the lacrimal gland, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Lynch."
Lynch tilted his legs and naturally crossed his hands on his legs. "I mean, maybe you can transfer some shares to me so that I can share some risks for you."
"Look at you now. I don't think you can stand the second torture."
The president was full of dirty words and was greeting Lynch in turn. His expression changed from time to time, weighing the pros and cons.
Lynch's idea at this time is definitely not a sudden idea.
Having just experienced multiple injuries, Mr. President needs to seriously consider this issue.
Looking at the silence of the president, Lynch continued to say in a flat tone like chatting, "this is the core of the problem. As long as the shares are in you, you will never get rid of these nightmares."
"But I can help you..."
The president retorted, "if the shares fall into your hands all the time, my brother will no longer supply you with tobacco, and they may support a company again."
"That's why you're still hurt!" Lynch raised his hand and pointed to the president. "You're still so naive."
"He doesn't want to supply, so change someone who is willing to supply. There are so many people in Mario. I believe someone will kneel in front of me for sol!"
"What's the matter? Why did the police find you?"Sanchez glanced sideways at his CEO uncle and left the room with the phone.Standing in the corridor, listening to his report, his temples are bulging, which is one of the manifestations of the impending outbreak of emotion.He arranged for his men to arrest Mr. President's family. Considering that they would not affect others, he also sent them to the cellar of the villa.The cellar is used to store all kinds of alcoholic drinks. This kind of cellar is not only to dig a room in the low, but also to consider the problem of constant temperature, so it is a multi-storey cellar.Shoot in the cellar, don't say you can hear the gunshot outside. Even if you drop a bomb inside, you can only hear some slight dull noise outside.At the same time, it is also convenient to deal with the bodies in that place. As long as the bodies are put into the wine barrel and sealed, no one knows whether those people are dead or missing when no one goes to get the wine.But unfortunately, now the police came to the door, which made Sanchez have to doubt whether his men did something they shouldn't do and alerted the federal police.The feedback from the other end of the phone was very timely. They didn't do anything, but the police came.Once entangled and exchanged fire, want to leave?That's just a dream. The police will only provide more and more support, and may even use the militia and the army in the warning area.After all, this is buppen, the core of the Federation!Sanchez walked back and forth with a headache. "Leave there as soon as possible and find a way to go. Don't entangle with them!"Then he hung up the phone. He didn't want to hear these people's voices anymore.Sanchez's calm face saw no anger, only some boredom. He took a few steps back and forth, slammed the phone to the ground, and then returned to the interrogation room.He strode to the president and grabbed his clothes. "You knew this would happen?"Mr. President's expression is very strange, like smiling, but it's not when you look carefully."I don't know what will happen, but it looks as if it did happen..."The appearance of the police brought Sanchez too much passivity. When he was ready to work harder, his men broke into the room, "Colonel, there are police coming."The colonel was Sanchez's rank when he was in mariro. As the eldest son of a warlord, he lived so long and didn't die of various accidents. He also accumulated enough meritorious deeds.Colonel is the highest rank in the warlord system except the general himself.Sanchez glanced back at his men, then at Mr. President, turned and left.No matter who is creating this situation, whether his uncle, Mr. President, or others have done so, he can't take Mr. President away from here.Once the police found Mr. President in his car, he couldn't get away himself.At this time, he understood what the president said and what he did wrong. He committed a crime.This is also one of the residences of the president. It's normal for the police to find it.Sanchez left quickly. They walked on their front feet and the police on their back feet found here. They also cleaned the car on the road.Soon, buppen began to spread a message that the president was kidnapped and severely tortured all the time, and his family suffered accidents, leaving him aloneThe first half of the sentence sounds really miserable, but how does the second half sound like a good thing?These rich people in buppen have to cede a total of billions of assets to their other half every year because of divorce cases. Most rich people would have hired killers to kill their wives if they were not brave enough.Of course, this is just a small episode. People are still concerned about the treatment of Mr. President.Some rich people immediately expressed the hope that the police could strictly grasp the case, catch the perpetrators as soon as possible and let them be punished as they should.The president was also sent to the hospital for the best treatment, but his condition was not very good."The arm problem can be recovered. We all have ways to deal with some injuries on our body, but..." the doctor in the ward bowed his head and reconfirmed the report, "we can't do anything for your egg.""It has been stripped for too long. We have checked your bag. The cut tissue has shrunk, and your stripped eggs...""They are broken."When the doctor said these words, he felt a little pain in his lower body. The son of a bitch kidnapper is really inhuman.It not only killed the president's family, but also made him lose his fertility, which also means that he can't have future generations.All his wealth, there will be no heir!Oh, I seem to hear that he has a nephew or something. What lucky guys.Doctors who are lamenting the fickle fate of life and the lucky explosion of Mr. President's nephew will not believe it. These are all done by Mr. President's nephew.Mr. President looked at the doctor without expression. The doctor was not very funny and smiled awkwardly."In addition, there is a large area of electric injury below you. I will prescribe enough painkillers for you. After their edema is over, most of their functions are still possible to recover.""I'm not sure if you need hormone..."Mr. President's lips moved, "get out!""I don't want to repeat it again. Get out!"He grabbed the pillow and threw it at the doctor. The doctor left the room in a concession position.He was not angry at all. For the sake of money, he thought it might have something to do with the hormone disorder in the president. He would become more emotional because his hormone balance was broken.In short, rich people are forgiven for doing anything because they have money.The president lying in bed sighed heavily. He survived. This is the only good news.As for his family... In fact, he still has. He has kept an eye on it since his brother killed the first comrade in arms who started with them.The egg is gone. It doesn't matter. The function of another little guy is still there. He can still enjoy happiness. That's enough.It doesn't matter if there are no children. As long as he has money, countless people in the world want to call him father.He is considering how to deal with the official investigation.Just then the door opened.The president couldn't restrain his anger. He almost shouted, "I said, get out, don't disturb me."After the door opened, Lynch stood at the door. "This must not be what he said to me."Mr. President was stunned and wanted to struggle to sit up, but his lower limb injury was too serious.The long-term intermittent electric shock made his lower limbs seriously edema. Coupled with various wounds, it was not so easy for him to sit up."Of course not, Mr. Lynch. I thought it was the doctors and nurses."He said with some curiosity, "how did you get in? When I came, I was surrounded by people from the Bureau of investigation.""I said we were friends. What you need most now is friends. They let me in."Lynch didn't tell the truth. He just showed the ID of his special adviser to the security committee, and the FBI let him in.Although the special consultant is almost a temporary worker from a certain point of view, the consultant is a consultant and the level is not low.Mr. President knew that Lynch didn't tell the truth. He also knew that only fools would expose the problem. "Please sit down, Mr. Lynch. Please forgive me for not being able to get up to meet you."Lynch went to the bedside. He put a flower "Shun" from the door of other wards on the bedside table and sat next to it."What happened to you has something to do with Mr. Sanchez?"Knowing that this was the truth, he still asked.The president nodded and said, "it's true. He wanted my shares and forced me to sign those transfer agreements, but I didn't do that.""They... They killed my family!"For a moment, Mr. President's eyes became red, and tears swirled in his eyes."I was also shocked when I heard this news. If there is anything I can help you, please tell me in time!" Lynch appropriately showed his kind and compassionate side.But then he said, "in fact, all the problems focus on one point, that is, the shares in your hand..."Mr. President, who had planned to cry, was immediately alert, and the brewing tears were sucked back by the lacrimal gland, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Lynch."Lynch tilted his legs and naturally crossed his hands on his legs. "I mean, maybe you can transfer some shares to me so that I can share some risks for you.""Look at you now. I don't think you can stand the second torture."The president was full of dirty words and was greeting Lynch in turn. His expression changed from time to time, weighing the pros and cons.Lynch's idea at this time is definitely not a sudden idea.Having just experienced multiple injuries, Mr. President needs to seriously consider this issue.Looking at the silence of the president, Lynch continued to say in a flat tone like chatting, "this is the core of the problem. As long as the shares are in you, you will never get rid of these nightmares.""But I can help you..."The president retorted, "if the shares fall into your hands all the time, my brother will no longer supply you with tobacco, and they may support a company again.""That's why you're still hurt!" Lynch raised his hand and pointed to the president. "You're still so naive.""He doesn't want to supply, so change someone who is willing to supply. There are so many people in Mario. I believe someone will kneel in front of me for sol!"
