Shadow Empire

Chapter 126 No evidence
This was not the first time that Lance and the others had seen Jingang City at around four o'clock. They had seen it before, even when they first came to the Federation.

But everyone's mood at this moment was completely different from when they first arrived.

When they first arrived, they were at a loss, not knowing what to do or how to survive.

But now, they have found their direction, and a happy life is beckoning them not far away.

Some people were smoking and enjoying the breeze, while others were still recalling what had happened not long ago.

The wind blowing from the sea was already filled with a chill. Lance parked the car in front of the gate of the Lezhu Company's yard.

After waiting for about a few minutes, the headlights of three cars came closer and stopped not far from them.

Fordyce got out of the car first. Under the street light, Lance saw the pistol in his hand. He quickly called out, "I'm here."

The wariness on Fordis's face did not completely disappear. "I can't see you."

Lance led the others to the street light, which made Fordis let down his guard, but not completely.

The others got out of the car, two of them opened the yard gate, and the others walked around the area and made sure that there was no one around before Alberto got out of the car.

He smiled and hugged Lance as if he had never questioned anything. The close contact made him smell the strong smell of gunpowder on Lance.

"Don't tell me you were the reason for all the police cars just now." He found it a little unbelievable, but also felt it was reasonable because Lance had just taken a lot of weapons from him.

Lance laughed twice. "Maybe. If there hadn't been any gang fights just now, then it would most likely have been me."

Alberto punched him on the shoulder, "Did you rob a bank or assassinate the president? I just went to bed and was awakened by a series of phone calls before I fell asleep."

"My boss, the big shots, and the police department, they're all asking me if I know what happened!"

Fordyce also came over and hugged Lance, "So?"

"I killed Will from the Karami gang on the road."

Alberto whistled and said, "You picked a good time. You can get away with it by spending some money." He looked at the five cars parked on the side of the road.

The windows of many cars were broken and there were bullet holes on the car bodies. He realized the purpose of Lance's call to him, and then ordered Fordis and others to have someone drive a few cars out.

These vehicles need to be processed before they can be used again. Not only do they need to repair the bullet holes, but they also need to remove the bullets from the vehicles.

If the police believe that Lance is the most suspicious, they can apply for legal documents such as a search warrant to seize the vehicles.

As long as they could find a bullet fired from any of the weapons at the shootout in any of these vehicles, they would have enough critical and direct evidence to arrest them all.

There are a lot of assholes in the federal police, but you have to admit that there are also some people who are really doing their job, and these people are very good at solving crimes.

This is also the reason why Officer Lucard was in a hurry to find Lance. He didn't believe that Lance's convoy was not hit.

As long as it is hit, there will be a bullet.

Some bullets may be more conspicuous, such as on the floor inside the car, but some bullets may not be so obvious, such as being shot into the car door, and then hitting some harder parts, and not penetrating the car door, it is stuck somewhere in the car's plywood.

This type of warhead cannot be disposed of in a short period of time without dismantling the car. The entire car must be dismantled and all the warheads must be found before safety can be ensured.

There are some repair companies that specialize in handling this kind of thing. They will dismantle the entire car into parts, find each bullet according to the number of bullet holes on the car, and then put the car back together.

However, these cars are either very expensive or have some commemorative significance, or there is no way to change the car. For example, if the whole world knows that this is your car, changing it may lead to other unknown possibilities.

This is why many wealthy gangsters will try to destroy their cars after a gunfight, regardless of whether their cars are drivable or not.

They were unwilling and unable to provide direct evidence to the police.

Alberto's men drove the car that Lance drove into the garage, and then drove out five more cars.

"I've dealt with all your cars for you. They're only two or three hundred dollars each. There's no need to repair them." The cars will be sent to the scrapyard by Alberto early tomorrow morning, and then squeezed into iron blocks and thrown into Angel Lake.

Well, the mystery of the rising water level of Angel Lake has been solved a little, but only known to a very few people.

Lance took the key and nodded. "Thank you. I'll have someone send the money over tomorrow. There's a high chance that I won't be able to come over myself."

Alberto nodded. "Do you need any help from me?"

"A lawyer, or a capable person, or something else?" He knew that Lance was not short of money, so he took more than 400,000 from him, plus the business he had been running.

Lance won't be short of money, but he will definitely be short of other things.

"Lance, you know, I always thought you could be someone big, just give me a chance."

Lance thought for a moment, "I have several injured people here, and please introduce me to a suitable lawyer."

Alberto looked at the people standing in the distance, counted them, and said, "Okay, let them go with my car." Then he went back to the car, fiddled with it for a while, and took out a business card.

"He specializes in defending gangsters and has a lot of experience in defense. You can use him."

Lance glanced at the card and put it in his pocket. The two hugged again, "See you later."

"See you later!"

Lance asked everyone else to get in the car and drove back to the house in the western suburbs. After entering the house, they immediately took off their clothes, poured gasoline on them, and burned them to ashes.

They all went back to their rooms, took a shower, and changed into new clothes.

About a few minutes later, three police cars appeared outside the house. Officer Lucard walked into the yard angrily. Just as he was about to knock on the door, his attention was attracted by a fire in the side yard that was still emitting smoke.

It was already daybreak. He walked to the fire and found that the flames were basically out. Occasionally, when a breeze blew, there would be some sparks in the apparently extinguished fire.

He picked up the branches nearby and picked them out, but there was nothing left.

"Shit!" He pinched his waist and turned around twice. At this time, he was 100% sure that Will was killed by Lance!
He walked back to the front door and banged on it. "Open the door, police."

About 20 to 30 seconds later, Lance opened the door, "Officer Lucard, we meet again."

Officer Lucard, who was originally full of anger, calmed down the moment he saw Lance.

He even had a little more smile on his face!
He held out his hand, "Yes, we meet again."

Lance looked at his hand and shook it with him out of courtesy, but what he didn't expect was that Officer Lucard suddenly grabbed his hand and put it to his nose.

His movements were fast and quick, and beyond Lance's expectations. After all... many people were watching.

Behind the faint scent of soap, there is a very special smell of residual gunpowder.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Lance became strange, but he said nothing, just looked at Lance.

Lance struggled to free his hand from his loosening grip, "Your hobby is very unique, is this some special fetish?"

Officer Lucard was not affected by his words at all. Instead, he stared at him with a smile, "Can I go in and take a look?"

Lance shook his head. "As much as I want to cooperate with you, do you have a search warrant?"

Officer Lucard was stunned for a moment, "Who told you that we need this thing to enter your house?"

Lance leaned against the door frame, "Constitution."

He looked at Officer Lucar, whose eyes had changed a little, and added, "The Constitution has given me more rights. Do you want to hear them?"

"This is bullshit!" Officer Lucard looked through Lance at the people who came out of various rooms and stood in the living room. There were a few people missing.

"I remember you had a big guy, where is he?"

Lance glanced back, "He's sleeping."

"Can you call him out?"

"No," Lance continued to shake his head, "unless you have a search warrant, or a letter from the court asking me to cooperate with your investigation." Officer Lucard became more aware that the man in front of him was not the same as the criminals he had seen before.

He is calmer, has mastered more social rules, and knows how to exploit them.

In fact, during this period, more than half of the people did not know that the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution protected them from harassment such as illegal searches and arrests.

In other words, if you want to search and arrest them, either they are major suspects at the crime scene, or there is an arrest warrant or search warrant issued by the judicial department.

But many people don’t know about this and don’t know how to fight back, so they can only be led by the nose by these policemen.

Lance knew all this and used it to protect himself, yet he remained so calm. Officer Lucard became interested in him.

It's like... a fisherman encounters a cunning fish. A game-like confrontation and competition begins at this moment.

Officer Lucard took a step back, "Can you tell me where you were at night?"

Lance asked, "Will this be recorded in your police log or used anywhere else?"

"If it is, I need to wait for the lawyer to come before I can say anything."

Officer Lucar laughed and asked, "What if I say it won't appear on any documents and it won't appear in court?"

Lance was still the same, "I sleep at home at night."

The two continued to stare at each other. Officer Lucard wanted to put some pressure on Lance, but Lance didn't seem to feel it.

He took another step back, "Sorry to disturb your rest."

Lance held out his hand again, "It sounds like you're planning on leaving."

The two men shook hands again, and Officer Lucard said, "We'll see each other again soon!"

After letting go, he went straight to a roadside telephone booth and called the assistant director.

A late-night gunfight was not enough to wake up the chief, or rather, he was not qualified to be called up, and the impact of the gunfight was not that great, so he would not get up.

"I saw Lance. His hands smelled like gunpowder. It must be him."

The assistant chief listened and asked, "Then why don't you bring him back?"

"He returned to his home before we found him, changed his clothes, and asked me for a search warrant, and if I was going to take him away, he would have asked me for an arrest warrant."

The assistant director did not react much after hearing this. "You will have to wait until daybreak to get the relevant legal documents from the Justice Bureau."

"So I plan to wait here until dawn. Please ask them to deliver the documents as early as possible."

The assistant director agreed, "No problem, I'll arrange it."

He then asked about the situation at the scene, "How many people died?"

"More than 30. Will, a senior official of the Karami Gang, is also dead. He was burned to ashes."

"There were no useful clues left at the scene. Lance handled it very quickly. Several people around him are missing. They must have been injured."

"If we can find the bullets they removed and the doctors who treated them, we can bring them directly to court."

The assistant director thought for a moment and said, "Just go for it. I'll support you."

After hanging up the phone, he called other police officers from the criminal case team and asked them to find out as soon as possible whether any major hospitals had admitted any patients with gunshot wounds at midnight.

If so, find a way to get the warhead back.

He then came out of the phone booth and started circling Lance's house.

This is a very ordinary house with only a garage with one car parked in it.

Four other vehicles were parked on the street, so Officer Lucard's first thought was to check those vehicles.

Although he didn't have a search warrant at the moment, he was able to get a look across the car.

But he was soon disappointed, because these cars were obviously new. In other words, he was now extremely sure that this case was most likely committed by Lance!

But he just had no evidence, and this was the most helpless thing for him as a policeman.

You know that a person is a criminal, but because you have no direct and effective evidence to accuse him, you can only watch him get away with it.

After a quick check of the vehicles, he was about to give up when he suddenly thought of something. He picked up a pen and wrote down the license plates of the cars, then made another phone call.

"Help me check under whose name these cars are registered." He reported the license plate number, but the other party said that they might have to wait until dawn to get the result.

This finally made him unable to hold back and he hit the phone booth, causing the entire phone booth to ring.

It seemed as if the whole world was helping Lance, which made Officer Lucard very unhappy. He didn't like this feeling.

He walked out of the phone booth and was surprised to see Lance looking at him from behind the second-floor window. The two of them stared at each other across the street.

Officer Lucard lit a cigarette and made a shooting gesture at Lance, but Lance just kept smiling.

Disgusting smile!
The sky gradually began to brighten. The crackling sounds of gunfighting last night were nothing new to the residents of Jingang City.

This is also the police's attitude towards gunfights in the middle of the night. Don't let the citizens feel scared, and don't let gunfights on the streets in broad daylight, then their tolerance will be higher.

Not many people even talk about these things during the day. No one knows who was fighting with whom yesterday, how many people died, and who the dead were.

These are too far away for ordinary people; they cannot reach such distant places.

Rather than caring about this, they care more about what the weather is like today, as well as things in life and work.

At 7:25 in the morning, the person arranged by the assistant director delivered the search warrant. The first thing they did after receiving the search warrant was to block Lance's door.

Lance was eating breakfast at this time. He was holding a ham and egg sandwich and looking at the search warrant in Officer Lucar's hand, indicating that he could go in. "Would you like something to eat?"

"No, I have no appetite!" After staying up all night, he only took a short nap at around five o'clock. Now he felt terrible.

Lance reminded them, "You'd better wear gloves. Also, don't make a mess in my house, or I will call and complain to you."

Lucard didn't take this remark to heart. They began to search through all the boxes and cabinets, aiming for weapons.

There were many intact bullets left at the scene yesterday, and these bullets are one of the best evidences.

If they can match one of the guns to the bullet at the scene, they can apply for an arrest warrant.

Your weapon was involved in a gunfight between two gangs in another place in the middle of the night, and people were killed. You say it has nothing to do with you and you were not aware of it?
Do you think the judge believes it?
Unfortunately, they searched the entire house but did not find any weapons. The house was so clean that it looked like it had been specially cleaned.

There were no weapons, no bullets, nothing dangerous. Officer Lucard didn't know what to say for a moment.

As for those weapons, they must have been left to Alberto. Didn’t the bearded man say that?
40% off recycling.

The weapon cost 2,200 yuan, and a 40% discount means it only costs 1,320 yuan, and it also solves all these troubles.

"So, Officer Lucard, did you find what you were looking for?"

Officer Lucard looked back at Lance, and the two stared at each other for a long time. He walked in front of Lance and looked at him, "I will find what I want one day."

Lance was not affected at all by his words that were like threats and warnings. "I don't know if you can find it, but you will definitely get a complaint today."

Officer Lucard gave him one last look, turned and walked towards the door, "Let's go."

Watching them leave, Lance spread his hands to his brothers with a helpless smile on his face, "Federal Police!"

Two seconds later, the house erupted in laughter that lasted for a long time...

(End of this chapter)