After all, people 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, often in the face of choice, will choose the most beneficial option for themselves.

Unlucky one person, saved himself, saved the face of the Sebin City Taxation Bureau, and let all the law enforcement systems save some points, how to choose, Johnson actually knew it in his heart for a long time, he just didn't want to say it.

The more people fill their hearts with 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 they use.

Human nature may be called "human nature", because the essence of human beings is complex enough and depraved enough, which can set off and give more connotation to the word "human nature".

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

He rarely encounters such a well-disguised, but extremely aggressive gaze, which is a kind of superior gaze, as if he has given himself a condition, and knows that he cannot make a choice independently, and he has to pretend to be generous to let himself choose, but he can only choose this only answer.

It hurt a little, the sweat on his face, the sweat on his neck was more, maybe it was really too hot in here, maybe it was because the face-to-face communication with Lynch "alone" made him feel too much pressure, and he suddenly stood up.

Originally, after standing up, he also had a movement to pull out of the chair and turn away, the action paused here, he was a little inexplicably weak, and explained, "I want to think about it, yes, think about it......"

He glanced at Lynch, after Lynch made a "please" motion, he walked out of the barbecue restaurant while wiping his sweat, he stood on the sidewalk with a wet handkerchief, and looked back at Lynch, who appeared and disappeared in the human figure, his hand trembled slightly.

His hands were a little less obedient, and the sudden annoyance and anger caused him to slam the slightly heavy and wet handkerchief in his hand to the ground, and he gasped for breath, and the strange gazes of passers-by quickly calmed him down.

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

When he returned home, Johnson locked himself in his study, and he rarely took a bottle of the liquor used to decorate the wine rack, and he only drank when he was socializing, and he himself did not like to drink, which may have something to do with the fact that his father, who was an alcoholic as a child, often beat him and his mother after drinking.

More than 40 years have passed, some things have become a thing of the past, but some things have not changed in the slightest as if they were at that moment more than 40 years ago.

Glass after glass of wine, the strong smell of wine accompanied by the same strong sense of guilt made his mood swing very large, because his decision would change the lives of three people, and even ruin all three people, but he had no other choice.

Commissioner Johnson is a good man, at least that's what the people at the IRS say, and it was his gentleness that got him to the position of director, and it was his gentleness that made him stop at this moment, but now that's about to change.

The next day, the director who was seen as passable and well-spoken disappeared, replaced by a director who was always frowning and had a pale and sharp feeling in his voice.

In the next few days, under the continuous fermentation of public opinion, the city of Sabine, a small city in the second tier of the Baile Federation, became the focus of the whole Federation and even the world for the first time...... It's peculiar.

Fresh faces have appeared on the streets of the city's central neighborhoods, always with a microphone in their hands, and there will be interview vans not far from them.

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

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

In this novelty, Michael's case was opened, because of Michael's own troubles, and Michael Jr.'s refusal to visit him, so the court assigned a lawyer as Michael's defense lawyer.

After more than half an hour of deliberation between the defense lawyer and Michael Jr., the defense lawyer agreed with Michael's guilty plea and would try to help him fight for a smaller sentence.

For lawyers who already have to rely on court assignments to mess around, the success rate or something has long been ignored by them, and it is a day to be able to mix up for a day.

In this case, Michael Jr. appeared in the dock of the courtroom.

Michael's application to attend was granted, he is the father of Michael Jr., after all, and although he is now under house arrest awaiting the outcome of another assault case, the court allowed him to attend.

I haven't seen each other for three or five days, and the father and son have met in court as if they have been separated by a year, Michael looked at the haggard little Michael's heart like a knife, and little Michael smiled reluctantly.

Michael Jr. read out a confession that he didn't know where it came from, and after a series of processes, the lawyer helped Michael Jr. get a nine-month prison sentence, which is honestly more than many people imagined for burglary.

The lawyer argues that little Michael is not yet a minor, has no previous criminal history, and has been able to get a full scholarship since he was a child, and is a good boy with excellent character and learning, and believes that his burglary is more like a crime of passion without subjective consciousness.

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

Michael was expelled from the courtroom for disrupting order twice during the trial, but the judge understood his feelings and specifically approved that he could meet with Michael Jr. later.

At this time, Michael held his head with both hands and cried silently in pain, he kept hammering his forehead and head with his fists and slaps, as if he was hating himself.

His slight sobs were much more evident in the quiet hallway, and in his agony, he felt someone sitting next to him.

At this time, Michael was like a lion who had been injured, he opened his mouth without raising his head, and the word "roll" tore his vocal cords and squirted out of 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, followed by the 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 that he was, he wanted to tell the people around him in the image of a tough guy, get out of his way.

Just as he was about to roar, a familiar voice sounded 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, and this voice has also become the main source of his nightmares recently, he is vicious, glaring at Lynch with crying red eyes, "You came to see me laugh, you are very proud?"

Lynch pouted, he handed over a cigarette, Michael knocked Lynch's hand away, the cigarette rolled on the ground a few times, and rolled under the bench on the other side of the hallway.

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

He had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the grumpy Michael closed his mouth, and 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 his shoulders, stood up, and looked down at him, "I'm here just to tell you that the feud between us is almost over. ”

"You're going to get what you deserve, and you don't have to worry too much about your kid, who has a lot of boyfriends in prison......"

Michael erupted again, his hands grabbing Lynch's collar and Lynch holding his hands up.

The lion was wounded, but it was still a lion.

Lynch was not afraid of Michael's tragic aura, and he said in a joking tone, "If I were you, I would let go, you and your son have already paid for your faults, and you have to think about your wife......"

In the next second, Michael's fierce eyes instantly turned pale, although the lion is terrifying, it is not the opponent of the hunter after all.

Lynch straightened his collar and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm done with what I need to say, I wish you a great holiday, Mr. Michael!"

The footsteps farther and farther away, Michael turned his head stiffly, watching Lynch disappear into the afterglow of the sun on the other side of the corridor, his consciousness seemed to be overwhelmed by the light the moment Lynch melted into the afterglow.

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

Even if that's the light!