Shadow Empire

Chapter 130 Candidates and Selection
"sit."

The chief of the Jingang City Police Department motioned for Officer Lucard to sit down. The latter walked to the opposite side of the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down.

There is no sofa or bar in the police chief's office, it is just a simple office.

He looks to be around sixty years old and has been in this position for more than ten years.

He started as a patrolman and worked his way up to become the chief of the city police department. He is considered a legend in the Jingang City police force.

The old director was called Charlie, a very, very ordinary federal name. He looked very clean, without the common untidy look of old people.

"Did you know that the Presidential Palace has decided to set up the Tobacco, Alcohol and Dangerous Goods Administration?" It was a simple opening, but it also gave Officer Lucar a signal.

He already had some premonition in his mind, "I've heard of it, but what does it have to do with me."

Charlie spoke slowly and in a gentle voice, which seemed inconsistent with his decades of police "background".

Many people who have heard of him think that he must be a strong old man, and his voice when he speaks is as hard as two I-beams rubbing together.

But in fact, he speaks very gently and slowly, which makes people calm down.

"The Department of Justice, the Treasury Department, the Internal Revenue Service, and it's said that the FBI is also planning to get involved. But in any case, they have to set up this new agency in order to make prohibition more than just a success in reports."

"This agency has a lot of power. It has everything we have."

"It has more than what we don't have!"

"My old friend in the state told me that there will be a special judicial bureau office, on duty 24 hours a day, just to facilitate it to obtain various legal documents."

"It's too powerful, Lukar. I don't mind having more law enforcement agencies in our lives."

"I have no objection to the FBI and the Drug Enforcement Administration. Their presence will make our lives better."

"But this time is an exception!" Director Charlie took out his pipe, took out his cigarette box, took out some wet tobacco and stuffed it into the pipe.

Officer Lucar smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and the tobacco might have been sprayed or soaked in liquor.

After Chief Charlie stuffed the tobacco in, he used a small silver tool to press it down, then picked up the long-handled matches - they were about ten centimeters long and very thick, and each one could burn for a long time.

As the flames were continuously sucked into the pipe, the moist tobacco was also ignited.

Not burning, but ignited.

He took two sips and looked at Officer Lucard. "It has too much power. I actually share the same opinion as many people. Prohibition is a shitty decree."

"We have been drinking all our lives and now suddenly I am told that drinking is a crime. Anyone who peddles this idea in Congress should be sent to the electric chair!"

Officer Lucard couldn't help laughing twice, "Yes, he should be electrocuted!"

Chief Charlie said thank you, "It's really kind of you to understand my feelings."

"Because these people are so desperate to justify their proposal by banning alcohol, it's likely to be a bad time."

"Jingang City is not a remote little place. It is a metropolis that is connected to the world."

"The urban gangs and the five major families, I don't want those people to mess it up on the first day they come here!"

"Lukar, I want to give you a new job, to this Administration."

He took another puff of the tobacco. The tobacco in this kind of pipe was all raw tobacco, and some other things were added to make its taste more complex.

Some people even add chili powder and peppercorns to it!

Everyone's tobacco tastes different. The smoke from Chief Charlie's cigarette doesn't smell that pungent, probably because he's old.

"A new law enforcement agency that is to be strongly promoted throughout the federation must be quickly established with the help of local forces."

"I got some information that the first batch of mid-level law enforcement officers were recommended by local authorities."

"I would recommend you."

"Chief Detective, or Senior Detective, or even Special Agent. It all depends on how they arrange it. I can guarantee that you will lead a task force on your own."

"In addition to your official job, you have another thing to do." He said a few words, holding the pipe to his lips and taking another puff.

Chief Charlie stared into his eyes, and the moment he opened his mouth to speak, the smoke he had just inhaled came out of his mouth with his voice, "Don't let them mess around in this city!"

Officer Lucard did not agree immediately, but thought for a while and then asked, "Why me?"

Director Charlie seemed to know that he would ask this, and praised him with a slightly praising tone, "Because you have principles, and others..." He forced a very fake smile, and both of them understood what he meant.

In fact, he had already agreed to it, and he had agreed in his heart, but he was also a little reluctant, "I still have some cases in my hands that I haven't finished."

"About crime or gangs?"

"All."

"Then you don't have to worry, Lukar. You should know that for those criminal groups, the stricter we prohibit them, the higher their profits will be."

"These wild dogs that have come here smelling the blood will not give up this illegal business with high returns. They will definitely participate in it."

"You can investigate them just as well, and you'll have even more power!"

After a long silence, Officer Lucard agreed, "No problem for me."

The old director smiled with satisfaction. He knew this would happen. "Then I will write a report later. You should be prepared. The transfer may be quick."

"And before that, you may have to go through some training for a while."

"As for the case in your hands, I can help you transfer it, but I still say the same thing, don't let them mess around in this city, and notify me in time if there is any news!"

Officer Lucard agreed and left the office. The old chief leaned back in the chair with a smile on his face, basking in the sunshine.

When you raise your hand to grab the pipe inadvertently, a flash of golden light will appear from your cuffs.

Having principles means that you can be exploited by principles.

For Chief Charlie, Officer Lucard may not be the best one, but he is the most suitable one.

Choose those corrupt police officers to move to departments with more power?
With the golden bullet offensive of the capitalists and the five major families, he didn't think those corrupt policemen could hold out for long.

For example, the assistant chief of the Hong Kong District Police Station nicknamed "Vulture". Even Chief Charlie heard that he had thoroughly searched his own patrol area before taking office as assistant chief.

If such a person goes to the Administration of Alcohol, Tobacco and Hazmat, he will only become corrupted faster and lean towards those people, and they will forget him early.

On the contrary, Officer Lucard, who has principles and has not bowed to this society, would be the most suitable candidate for him at this time.

Officer Lucard rarely accepts bribes and is wary of capitalists, the five major families, and criminal groups. These excellent virtues and professional ethics mean that he actually has no help to rely on in this city.

If you don’t charge money, how can capitalists be confident in helping you become stronger?
If you don't go along with the five major families and criminal groups, these criminal groups will be in panic, fearing that you will make unwarranted moves and cause them to suffer losses!

How can you become friends if you don't stand with them and deal with them in the world of fame and fortune without wearing a hypocritical mask?
You are not even friends, why do you expect these people to help you?
Even in the event that you might want to check them out.

So after Officer Lucard went to the new administration, the biggest helper he could rely on was his old boss.

He didn't know what officials and law enforcement agencies in other regions thought, but in his opinion, it was terrible!

A law enforcement agency capable of challenging the old order is being born.

In the afternoon, the nephew of Mr. Jobaf's assistant had just left his uncle, who asked him to go out and hide for a while.

There is no way back to the empire. If I go back, I will be sent to the front line.

Going to other countries...seems like a good choice, which is also his uncle's idea, such as going to Sumuli Island for vacation, or going to Gray to see the so-called origin of the Federation.

In fact, if you continue to go south to visit the countries near Yalan, you will find that there are many beautiful women there. It is said that all you need to do is promise to take them away from their bad countries and come to the Federation.

Then those hot and passionate beauties can do anything for you, anywhere!

These were all good options, but in the end, the assistant's nephew chose to stay in the Federation.

Because he was not familiar with those countries at all, he had lived here since he could remember.

He never considered himself an immigrant or a second-generation immigrant. He considered himself a federal citizen, even though federal citizens did not acknowledge this.

He was very familiar with this place, and the familiar environment made him feel more secure, even though he knew there were some dangers, but at least, he needed it. Going to other countries was easy, but in those unfamiliar countries, if he ran into trouble, he didn't even know who to turn to for help.

Add to that the language barrier and the communication difficulties, and if he really gets into trouble he might not be able to come back.

So he decided not to go anywhere, not even to leave the city.

He is very familiar with this place and he can definitely hide there.

After returning home and packing his things, he said goodbye to his family and came to Xilin District, which is located in the north of the city center. It is the oldest district in Jingang City and also an area with a strong atmosphere of life.

As the city develops, its vitality has obviously failed to keep up with the pace of the times, and it has gradually become a relatively slow-paced place.

There are some old Empire settlers living here, but most of them are elderly, and the young people have gone to live in more vibrant and youthful places.

Here, you can often see some old people sitting on rattan chairs on both sides of the road, chatting together, reading newspapers, or leaning back in their chairs and dozing off in the afternoon.

You don't even know whether they are sleeping or suddenly died.

Life here is so simple, with old shops and products that are not popular among young people.

Mr. Jobaf's assistant bought two houses here, but they have never been lived in and just sit there empty.

He always felt that he would be able to use them one day in the future, and now was the time to use them.

Before this, he had someone clean all the houses as a routine, cleaning the rooms on schedule. It was the same way before, and no one would suspect anything.

Taking advantage of the night, the assistant's nephew came to one of the houses.

After arriving at this place, the house had been cleaned. Although it was not as good as his villa, at least it was safe.

The house is not big, just a two-story building on the side of the road, with a total area of ​​only about 150 square meters.

This kind of house can be seen everywhere in the old district, and they are all very old buildings.

Although the house is not big, he likes it very much. When people are in danger, the smaller the environment, the more sense of security it brings.

After he settled down, he picked up the phone and dialed his uncle's number.

"I've settled in. Everything is safe. The quilt and sheets are new and smell like flowers."

The assistant was silent for a long time. "There is a statue of the Virgin Mary in the attic. Move it away. There will be a lion pattern on the base. Twist it and a box will fall out from under the base."

"There was a handgun inside, two magazines, and two boxes of bullets."

The nephew was a little surprised, "I don't need these now."

The assistant's voice was a little louder, "No, you need to."

"Remember, find it and keep it with you until I call you again."

The nephew did not continue to resist, "Okay, I get it, uncle."

The assistant was silent for a while. "Take good care of yourself. Also, I love you."

"I love you too."

After hanging up the phone, the nephew sat there in a daze for a while, then went up to the attic as his uncle requested and found the statue of the Virgin Mary.

She was so merciful that she seemed unable to tolerate even the slightest bit of cruelty. After looking at the statue for a while, he apologized and took the Virgin Mary down from the pedestal.

Then he discovered the lion pattern his uncle had mentioned, a frontal lion head that was only about one centimeter high, with a negative line next to it.

He didn't twist at first, but after pressing down, he twisted.

Then there was a snap and the base fell off.

He saw the pistol, magazine, and bullets his uncle had mentioned, and considering that he was indeed not so safe now, he took the pistol with him.

It was safe here and there was enough food stored, so he could stay here for two or three weeks without going out.

What to do?

He thought, but there seemed to be nothing to do, and reading might become one of his few options.

He happened to bring a few books with him.

After opening the book "Experience Suffering", his emotions and thoughts began to rise and fall with the protagonist's rough experiences.

On the other end of the phone line, the assistant was hunched over, covering his face with his hands, his voice choked.

Mr. Jobaf stood over him, holding his shoulders. "I killed them so they could get more money, but they refused."

"If I can solve this problem with money, you know me, I won't be stingy with that little money."

“But they don’t want money.”

Mr. Jobaf asked Pete to talk to Polly, and the news he got back was very bad. Polly told him that one of his assistant and his assistant's nephew must die!
Giving money is useless, this has nothing to do with money!
If he gives tens of thousands of dollars to every person who fails in the assassination attempt on him and his men, then starting from tomorrow, the people lining up for the assassination will be able to line up from the entrance of his company in the port area all the way to outside his villa in the Bay Area!

This is not a matter of giving face to Mr. Jobaf or not. This is the bottom line and the principle. Someone must pay the price with his life for this.

Moreover, this was done for the sake of the mayor and Mr. Pitt, otherwise the one who died would not be such a small person, but Mr. Jobaf himself.

In the end, he compromised and chose the idiot between his assistant and his assistant's nephew.

Of course, he was also somewhat unhappy and angry in his heart. He could mess up such a simple thing. Perhaps he asked for his own death.

But he would not show it. He tried his best to save the young man's life. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

The assistant was still crying in grief. He himself had no son, so this nephew was loved and cared for by him like his own son. Now, this relative who was like a son to him was about to leave this world, and his grief was revealed uncontrollably.

Perhaps he associated his assistant's crying with his own fate and felt the same way, so Mr. Jobaf also felt sad.

But this was not the time for him to be sad. He patted his assistant on the shoulder and said, "We will get revenge!"

The assistant wiped away his tears and looked at him, "Can we get revenge?"

Mr. Jobaf nodded and said affirmatively, "Of course!"

A few minutes later, Polly hung up the phone and handed the note to Jimmy. "This is where that Imperial bastard is hiding now. Keep quiet."

Jimmy looked at the note, put it in his pocket, and then stood up, "I'll take care of this."

Polly raised his hand to signal that he could leave, and Jimmy immediately called a few people to get in the car and leave together.

Although it is regrettable to lose a sum of money, it is also good to be able to regain face and vent your anger.

As for who gave Polly the address and how to be sure that this person lived in the house, he didn't care. It was not his job.

The car crossed the entire Imperial District. He could not see the grief of Mr. Jobaf and his assistant on a certain building on a certain street. All he could think about was the revenge that was to come and the fear that the shot brought him.

It was a little past eight in the evening and my nephew, who had already eaten, was lying on the bed feeling a little drowsy.

He has a habit of going to the toilet, emptying his bladder, and then washing his face before going to bed.

This way he can have a good sleep.

He went to the bathroom, whistling and watching the water splashing in the toilet. He suddenly remembered an interesting news he had seen before.

In one state, not only is it forbidden to pee standing up after dark, it's also forbidden to whistle in the bathroom.

The federals are really sick in the head!

He laughed twice, shook himself, rinsed himself with water, then turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, looking a little haggard.

He put a lot of water in the basin, then lowered his head, scooped up the water with his hands and splashed it on his face. He did this several times before rubbing it vigorously.

When he looked up again, his eyes were suddenly drawn to the person standing behind himself in the mirror.

The not-so-bright light in the bathroom flickered...

(End of this chapter)