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

The unlucky person saved himself, saved the face of the Tax Bureau of Sabine City, and saved some points for all the law enforcement systems. Johnson had already known how to choose, but he was just reluctant to say it.

The more people's hearts are filled with darkness from ugliness, the more they yearn for purity, but the more they yearn for purity, the more they want to destroy it, by whatever means.

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

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

He rarely encounters well-camouflaged, but aggressive looks like this. It's the look of a superior, as if he had given himself a condition and knew that he couldn't make a choice on his own. , but also pretended to be generous and let himself choose, but he could only choose the only answer.

It hurts a bit, sweat on his face, more sweat on his neck, maybe it's really too hot in here, maybe it's because he feels too much pressure from being "alone" with Lynch face to face, he Suddenly stood up.

Originally, after standing up, he still had a movement of pulling away from the chair and turning away. The movement paused here. He felt a little guilty and explained, "I have to think about it, yes, think about it..."

He glanced at Lynch. After Lynch made the gesture of "please," he walked out of the barbecue shop while wiping his sweat. The invisible Lynch's hands trembled slightly.

His hands were a little less obedient, and he suddenly threw the slightly heavy and wet handkerchief in his hands to the ground because of his sudden anger and anger. down.

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

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

More than 40 years have passed, some things and some people have become the past tense, but some things are still at that moment more than 40 years ago, and they have not changed in the slightest.

Cup after cup of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt caused his mood swings to be very large, because his decision would change the lives of three people, and even destroy them. He has no other choice.

Commissioner Johnson is a good guy, at least that's what people in the tax office say. It's his moderation that got him to commissioner and his moderation that stopped him, but that's all about to change.

The next day, the director who lived and talked well in people's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by a director who was always frowning, and there was a pale sharpness in his voice.

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

There are some fresh faces on the streets of downtown blocks, always with a microphone in hand, and interview vans not far from them.

The workers' union even launched a one-day strike over the weekend for this matter. The Sabine City union management also paid a special visit to Lynch to express their indignation at the abuse of power by law enforcement.

All in all it was a very magical time and everyone felt very fresh.

In this freshness, the case of little Michael was opened. Because of Michael's own troubles and the fact that little Michael refused any visitation, the court appointed a lawyer as little Michael's defense attorney.

After more than half an hour of negotiation between the defense lawyer and little Michael, the defense lawyer agreed with little Michael's plea and would help him fight for a shorter sentence as much as possible.

For the lawyers who have to rely on the court to assign them to mess around, the success rate and so on have long been ignored by them, and they can mess around for a day.

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

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

It's only been three or five days since the father and son met in court. It seems like a year has passed since Michael looked at the haggard little Michael, who was heartbroken. Little Michael smiled reluctantly.

Michael Jr. read a confession he didn't know where he came from. After a series of processes, the lawyer helped Jr. Michael get a nine-month sentence. To be honest, only nine months' sentence for burglary exceeds the sentence. the imagination of many.

Based on the fact that Michael was underage, had no previous criminal history, and was able to receive a full scholarship since childhood, the lawyer was a good boy with excellent character and academic performance, and believed that his burglary was more like an innocent Subjective criminal acts of passion.

The court reviewed the relevant materials and finally approved the defense lawyer's defense and gave him a minimum sentence. It has to be said that little Michael has been able to help him with a full scholarship all the year round.

Michael was expelled from the courtroom for disturbing the order twice during the trial, but the judge could understand his mood and specifically approved him to meet little Michael later.

At this time, Michael was crying silently and painfully with his head in his hands. He kept hitting his forehead and head with his fists and slaps, as if he hated himself.

In the quiet corridor, his slight weeping became more obvious, and when he was in great pain, he felt someone sitting beside him.

At this time, Michael was like a lion that had been injured all the time. He opened his mouth without raising his head, and a word "go" tore his vocal cords and sprayed out from his throat, which was full of tyrannical emotions.

But the person sitting next to him was unmoved, and then Michael heard the sound of a lighter firing, and then the strong smell of cigarettes.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and face, not wanting his embarrassment to be seen by others. He is a tough guy, and he thinks so. He wants to tell the people around him in the image of a tough guy and get out of his way.

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

"If I were you, I wouldn't do this!"

Lynch, it's Lynch!

Michael will never forget this voice for the rest of his life, and this voice has become the main source of his nightmares recently. He glared at Lynch fiercely, with red eyes from crying, "You come to see my joke, are you proud?"

Lynch pouted, he handed a cigarette over, Michael knocked Lynch's hand off, the cigarette rolled on the ground and flicked a few times before rolling to the other side of the corridor under the bench.

"Have you always been like this, that everyone should accept your stinky temper?" Lynch indifferently retracted his hand that had been frozen in the air for a few seconds, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

He 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 he was 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 grudge is almost over."

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

Michael burst out again, grabbing Lynch's collar with both hands, while Lynch raised his hands.

Although the lion was injured, he was still a lion.

Lynch was not afraid of the tragic aura on Michael's body at all, he said in a joking tone, "If I were you, I would let go, you and your son have already paid for your fault, you should also Think about your wife..."

In the next second, Michael's fierce eyes turned pale instantly. Although the lion is scary, it is not a hunter's opponent after all.

Lynch tidied up his collar and said with a smile, "Okay, I've finished what I have to say. I wish you a happy holiday, Mr. Michael!"

The footsteps went farther and farther, 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 drowned by the light at the moment when Lynch merged into the afterglow.

It's like... drowning, you can't breathe!

Even if it is bright!