After walking out of the ward, Lynch found an empty room and dialed Mr. Trumann's number.
"I've got what I want. We can send our guest away now."
Mr. Trumann asked with a smile. "It sounds like there won't be any twists and turns."
"Of course, people don't have much choice in the face of death. As long as they don't die, they won't hesitate even if it's the worst choice."
After ending the call, the Security Committee received a request from the International Affairs Department to send Sanchez out of the country.
Before this, he didn't expect the Federation to react so quickly and fiercely. He also didn't know that the person who called the police was Lynch.
Of course, Lynch wouldn't say anything about it himself.
Before the Security Committee came up with a decision on how to deal with these two cases, Sanchez asked his men to turn themselves in. At the same time, he arranged for some lawyers to help his men fight for a better sentence.
In the Federation, there were not only public prisons where prisoners could serve their sentences, but also many private prisons. These private prisons were hell for ordinary criminals with no money and no background.
But for those criminals with money and background, it was heaven.
Except for the fact that they couldn't leave the prison, they could do anything they could do outside the prison.
Watching TV, sunbathing, swimming pools, beautiful women in swimsuits, independent big rooms, and even independent suites.
They could enjoy exquisite food every day and have their own fitness trainer, as long as they had money.
However, whether they could go to a private prison or not was not up to the criminals themselves. The judge would selectively listen to the defense lawyer's words and consider whether to allow the prisoners to serve their sentences in a private prison.
With these measures, his men directly admitted to the murder process. The future and safety of their families in Maliro was also one of the reasons why they made such a decision.
With someone taking the blame and finding a suitable reason, Sanchez temporarily got rid of some trouble.
But at this time, the Security Committee agent in charge of tailing received a notice that they wanted to expel Sanchez.
At this time, Sanchez was preparing to contact the general in Maliro. Mr. CEO's silence made him feel a little helpless. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but that he couldn't do it at all.
He felt that any normal person would have tried to make concessions under heavy torture, but Mr. CEO did not do so.
Whether it was torturing himself, peeling off his balls, or using his family to threaten him, he did not relent.
Holding the attitude that everyone could die, it really left people with no way to deal with it.
Perhaps the general knew a way to make Mr. CEO compromise. After all, they were brothers.
Moreover, he once again understood the meaning of Mr. CEO's last sentence. This was the Federation.
Everything had to be done according to the Federation's rules. Marillo's way of doing things would not work here!
He needed to make one last attempt.
Just as he was thinking about how to objectively describe what he had done, a heavy cracking sound came from outside the door. Then, it was as if the whole room was filled with people.
"Raise your hands. I'm warning you, raise your hands above your head immediately. Don't hide your hands behind your back or under your clothes …"
"Put your weapons where I can see them. Move slowly …"
"Bang …"
"Call for medical support. A suspect is injured …"
Sanchez was a little stunned. Before he could react, his room door was also followed by a loud bang. The exquisite wooden door instantly shattered and a large amount of sawdust flew. Then, the door was slammed open.
This kind of indoor wooden door could not withstand the bombardment of close-range weapons at all. A group of well-trained and well-equipped agents of the Security Committee rushed in.
After these agents wearing helmets and bulletproof vests printed with the abbreviation "Baylor Federation Security Committee" confirmed that it was safe, two agents in formal suits walked in from outside.
It seemed that the two of them were of a higher rank.
The guy in front was in his thirties. As soon as he entered the room, he flashed his ID. "Mr. Sanchez, I'm the senior operations team leader of the Federation Security Committee. Because we monitored you've committed illegal acts in the Federation, I'm officially informing you on behalf of the Federation government …"
The senior agent's mouth twitched slightly. "You and your people are expelled."
"You have ten minutes to pack your belongings. After that, our people will escort you all the way out of the country."
Sanchez looked at these people with a gloomy expression. He had messed up his uncle's work. If he was expelled by the Federation now, he would lose too many points with the general.
He tried to resist. "You don't have the right to do this. I want to find a lawyer."
His hand pressed on the phone as he spoke, but in the next step, the senior agent's hand pressed down on the back of his hand.
He tried to resist, but it was to no avail. The agent pressed down on his hand fiercely.
In this situation, the strength required to lift his hand was much higher than the strength required to press it down. He was not useless, but he was in an absolute disadvantage.
The distance between the two was less than a meter. The senior agent looked into his eyes and said word by word, "This is not a notice, but an order."
"You have seventy-two hours to leave the Federation. If you don't leave the Federation's territory within the limited time, we will charge you with 'premeditated kidnapping', 'premeditated murder', 'murder for hire', and other charges."
"You won't have to leave the Federation for the rest of your life."
After all, Sanchez was the eldest son of a warlord in Marillo. If the Federation rashly arrested him, it might cause some chaos.
Moreover, this warlord had also used some means to establish some connections with some members of the Federation Congress.
Through various means, they donated money to the border's anti-smuggling team every year and were passionate about all kinds of rectification activities. The Federation did not lack people who spoke up for them.
In addition, the Federation government did not intend to interfere in Marillo's internal affairs. Therefore, Mr. Trumann's order was to expel Sanchez and the others from the country. This was the best way to deal with it.
Looking at the tough Federation agents and the black muzzles that were suddenly pointed at him, Sanchez was very unhappy.
However, he had no way to vent his anger.
Vent his anger on these agents?
It was worthless. Who knew, his actions might make them feel that he was in danger and cause a misfire to occur?
Vent his anger on the person who gave the order?
He did not have such means, and he did not know who was the one behind the Security Committee's actions.
He could only nod helplessly and with disgust. He glared at the people in the room and said, "Okay, I'm leaving!"
This also meant that his operation this time was a complete failure. One could imagine how disappointed his father would be when he returned to Marillo!
The senior agent released his hand and stared at Sanchez. "We know your identity and what you did in Marillo. Don't try to challenge the Federation's security order."
"You'd better be smart!"
The senior agent took a few steps back. "Send Mr. Sanchez and his men to the train. We have to hurry. The train waits for no one!"
As for the person who was knocked out because he made a wrong move?
No one would care about him. After he enjoyed the Federation's free but simple medical treatment, he might drag his body with serious surgery aftereffects and slowly grow old and rot in the Federation's prison...
The convoy escorting Sanchez and his men soon arrived at the train station. When they were about to enter the station, Sanchez suddenly made a request. "I want some newspapers to pass the time, if your spirit of freedom allows me to do so."
It was a meaningless provocation. The senior agent tilted his head. Someone had taken a stack of newspapers from a newsstand. They could still fulfill such a small request.
The train seemed to be waiting for these people. After they boarded the train and were locked in the designated carriage, the agents of the Security Committee did not leave but continued to stay.
They were to escort Sanchez and his men all the way to the border between the Federation and Marillo. They would then hand them over to the border station, and the border station would then send them to Marillo.
Although every country emphasized the value and significance of the border, in reality, the long border was not so easy to guard. All kinds of cross-border actions were common.
Not to mention that the current puppet government in Marillo had no power at all. All the armed forces were in the hands of the large and small warlords. They did not care about the border at all.
They only cared about their own "border," the money in their pockets, and the things in their warehouses.
In the carriage next to Sanchez's, the two senior agents finally stopped being so cold.
"This is really a tough job..." One of them complained. "We have to travel from here to the northern border and back in a week. I heard that this mission only counts the field subsidies for the journey, not the return."
The senior agent in his thirties was stunned for a moment. He could not help but complain, "Damn it, are those people up there capitalists?"
The salary of the Security Committee agents was composed of two parts. One part was the normal salary, which was actually very high.
The other part was the extra income made up of various mission subsidies and field subsidies. This was the source of the agent's high income.
Perhaps the salary for a day's work was only about 20 yuan, but the extra income from today's combat mission and field work was almost 100 yuan.
The other agent who brought up this topic sighed. "By the way, have you heard? All the subsidies for Blackstone Security have increased again..."
The envy and jealousy on their faces suddenly made the two agents lose the motivation to continue chatting.
In the past, when there was no comparison, everyone felt that working in the Federation's violence department was actually a good job. Although it was sometimes dangerous, the pay was high.
However, since Blackstone Security came into existence, this comparison became very decadent because Blackstone Security's subsidies were already the highest in this field.
A higher basic salary, better treatment, higher subsidies, and a minimum of three days and a maximum of one month of paid leave after a mission.
Many people were biased towards Blackstone Security and even considered Blackstone Security as one of their important choices.