"What’s going on, why are the police looking for you over there?"
Sanchez shot a sidelong glance at his CEO uncle, carrying the phone out of the room.
Standing in the corridor, listening to his subordinate’s report, his temples throbbed—a sign that his emotions were about to erupt.
He ordered his n to capture all of the CEO’s family, and to avoid affecting others, they were taken to the basent of a villa.
That basent was used for storing various alcoholic beverages. Such basents aren’t just simple rooms dug underground but also consider temperature regulation issues, so it’s a multi-level cellar.
Firing a gun inside wouldn’t let anyone outside hear the shots. Even if a bomb were thrown inside, only a slight muffled sound would be heard outside.
It’s also convenient to dispose of bodies in that place. As long as the bodies are sealed in wine barrels, without anyone retrieving the wine, no one would know if those people were dead or missing.
Yet, unexpectedly, now the police have co, forcing Sanchez to wonder if his n did sothing inappropriate to alert the Federation’s police.
The feedback from the other end of the phone was prompt—they did nothing, yet the police still arrived.
Once entangled in a firefight, leaving? That would be a dream, as police support would only increase, potentially involving militia and the warning zone’s army.
After all, this is Bupen, the core of the Federation!
Sanchez, feeling a headache, paced a few steps, "Leave as soon as possible, find a way out, don’t get entangled with them!"
He hung up the phone, not wanting to hear their voices anymore.
Calmly, Sanchez showed no anger on his face, only so annoyance. He paced a few steps, slamd the phone on the ground fiercely, and then returned to the interrogation room.
He strode up to the CEO, grabbing his clothes, "Did you know this would happen all along?"
The CEO’s expression was strange, as if he was smiling, yet upon closer inspection, not really.
"I didn’t know what would happen, but it seems sothing really did happen..."
The appearance of the police had put Sanchez at a disadvantage, and just as he was about to intensify his efforts, his subordinate burst into the room, "Colonel, the police are here."
"Colonel" was Sanchez’s rank when he was in Mariluo. As the warlord’s eldest son, surviving so many incidents, he had accumulated enough rits.
Colonel is currently the highest rank in the warlord system aside from the General himself.
Sanchez glanced at his subordinate, then at the CEO, and turned to leave.
No matter who is creating this situation, whether it’s his uncle, the CEO, or soone else, he couldn’t take the CEO away from here.
If the police found the CEO in his car, he wouldn’t escape himself.
Only then did he understand what the CEO ant by saying he had done sothing wrong, committed a cri.
This was also one of the CEO’s residences; it was normal for the police to co looking.
Sanchez left quickly; they had just left when the police found the place, and on the road, they even passed each other.
Soon, news spread in Bupen that Every Mont’s CEO had been kidnapped and subjected to severe torture. His family t with misfortune, leaving him all alone—
The first half sounded quite miserable, but why did the second half sound like good news?
Every year in Bupen, these wealthy individuals relinquish assets worth billions to their other halves due to divorce cases. If most wealthy individuals weren’t so timid, they would have hired hitn to eliminate their wives long ago.
Of course, this was a minor side story; people were still concerned about the CEO’s treatnt.
So wealthy individuals imdiately spoke out, hoping the police would rigorously investigate the case, quickly capture the perpetrators, and ensure they receive due punishnt.
The CEO was also sent to the hospital for the best treatnt, though his condition wasn’t good.
"Your arm can be restored, and we have solutions for so of your external injuries, but..." the doctor in the ward lowered his head, confirming the report again, "there’s nothing we can do for your balls."
"It’s been too long since they were removed. We checked your scrotum, and the severed tissues have atrophied, and your removed testicles..."
"They’ve shattered."
As the doctor spoke, he felt a heavy ache in his lower body. The damn kidnappers truly had no humanity.
Not only did they kill the CEO’s entire family, but they also deprived him of his ability to reproduce, which ant he could no longer have descendants.
All his wealth had no heir!
Oh, I’ve heard he has a nephew or sothing; those guys are really lucky.
While lanting life’s unpredictability, the doctor who marveled at the CEO’s nephew’s incredible luck would never believe that all this was orchestrated by the CEO’s nephew.
The CEO stared at the doctor expressionlessly, making the doctor quite embarrassed, and he awkwardly smiled.
"In addition, there are extensive electrical injuries below... I will prescribe enough pain dication for you. Once the swelling subsides, most of the functions have a chance to recover."
"I’m not sure if you need steroids..."
The CEO moved his lips, "Get out!"
"I don’t want to repeat it a second ti, get out!"
He threw a pillow at the doctor, who made a retreating gesture and left the room.
He was not angry at all, considering the money involved. He also thought it might be related to the hormone imbalance in the CEO’s body, making him more emotional because his hormonal balance was disrupted.
In any case, whatever wealthy people do is forgivable because they have money.
The CEO lying in bed heaved a heavy sigh. He survived, and that is the only good news.
As for family... Actually, he still has one. Ever since his brother killed the first comrade who started up with them, he kept his guard.
The testicles are gone. It doesn’t matter; another little guy’s function is still there, and he can still enjoy happiness, which is enough.
As for kids, even if they’re all gone, it’s okay. As long as he has money, there are countless people in the world wanting to call him dad.
He was considering how to deal with the official investigation.
At this mont, the door opened.
The CEO couldn’t suppress the anger boiling inside him and almost shouted, "I said, get the hell out, don’t disturb ."
The door opened, and Lynch stood at the entrance, "This is definitely not directed at ."
The CEO was stunned for a mont, wanting to struggle to sit up, but his lower limbs were too severely injured.
Prolonged intermittent electrocution caused severe edema in his lower limbs, along with various wounds, making it difficult for him to sit up.
"Of course not, Mr. Lynch. I thought it was those doctors and nurses."
He spoke with so curiosity, "How did you get in? There were investigators all around when I ca."
"I said we were friends; you need a friend the most right now, so they let in."
Lynch did not tell the truth; he only presented his Security Committee special advisor credentials, and the FBI let him in.
Although the special advisor is pretty much a temp from a certain perspective, an advisor is an advisor, and the rank is not low.
The CEO knew Lynch wasn’t telling the truth, and he also knew only a fool would expose this issue, "Please sit down, Mr. Lynch, forgive for being unable to get up to greet you."
Lynch walked to the bedside, placing a flower "borrowed" from another ward’s door on the bedside table, and sat beside it.
"What you encountered, is it related to Mr. Sanchez?"
Knowing full well it’s the truth, he still asked.
The CEO did not hide it, nodding and saying, "Indeed, that’s the case. He wanted the stocks in my hands, forcing to sign those transfer agreents, but I didn’t do it."
"They... they killed my family!"
In an instant, the CEO’s eyes turned red, tears swirling in his eyes.
"I was also shocked to hear this news. If there’s any way I can help you, please be sure to let know in ti!" Lynch appropriately showed a benevolent side.
But imdiately after, he said, "Actually, all the problems focus on one point, that is, the shares you hold..."
The CEO, originally planning to cry, beca alert, already prepared tears were drawn back by the tear ducts, "I don’t quite understand your aning, Mr. Lynch."
Lynch crossed his legs, his hands naturally crossed over them, "What I an is maybe you can transfer so shares to , so I can share so of the risks for you."
"Look at you now, and I believe you can’t withstand another round of tornt."
The CEO’s head was full of vulgarities, bombarding Lynch, his facial expression changing repeatedly, weighing the pros and cons.
Lynch proposing this idea at this mont is definitely not a sudden thought.
Having gone through multiple injuries, the CEO needs to seriously consider this issue.
Seeing the CEO’s silent contemplation, Lynch continued in a tone like casual chatting, "This is the core of the problem. As long as the shares remain with you, you’ll never escape these nightmares."
"But I can help you..."
The CEO, not very imposing, refuted, "If Every Mont’s shares fall into your hands, my brother will not supply tobacco to you, they may support another company."
"That’s why you’re still injured!" Lynch rudely pointed at the CEO, "You’re so naive."
"He doesn’t want to supply, then find soone willing to supply. There are so many people in Mariluo; I believe there will be soone willing to kneel before for Sol!"
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