Shadow Empire

Chapter 131 The murderer and the meeting

Ula Ula police cars do not often appear on the streets of Xilin District. Almost all the people here are elderly people. They are not rich and have nothing to steal, let alone rob.

Moreover, this is a typical living area. Although there are shops on the street, if you ask them for too much money, for example, more than 20 yuan, they may choose to close the store and move to another location.

For senior citizens in the Commonwealth, when they enter the so-called "old age", they lose their ability to earn money.

If you don’t have the ability to make money, how can you talk about consumption ability?

Without much spending power, the profits of shops are naturally not high, and the public security here is relatively better.

It’s not that the crime rate in this area is very low, but there are relatively few serious crimes. Sometimes some elderly people find strangers in their homes, and after taking a look around and finding nothing to steal, they leave. They won’t make trouble and just pretend that nothing happened.

So when two police cars stopped there and the forensic doctor was there, people's curiosity was infinitely magnified.

They gathered around, trying to see what was going on.

A few minutes later, another gray car arrived and Officer Hunter got out.

He put his ID in his breast pocket, lifted the police tape and got inside.

He put on gloves as he walked, and when he entered the first floor of the small two-story building, he smelled a fishy odor.

The stench of blood. Although it is already November, the weather has not completely cooled down. This is the subtropics, not too far from the tropics. The temperature is still around 27 or 28 degrees, which is definitely much better than before.

But this temperature can still allow bacteria to multiply rapidly. The sticky blood is rich in various nutrients and is the favorite of all bacteria.

When he reached the stairs, the smell became stronger. He covered his mouth and nose and went up to the second floor. Several policemen were outside a room on the second floor.

The medical examiner just came out of the room and saw Officer Hunter at a glance.

There are four criminal cases in the city police department. Today it is Officer Hunter's turn to be in charge. He knows the forensic doctor and they are acquaintances.

"What's going on?" He walked up to the forensic doctor and wanted to shake hands with him, but when he saw some blood stains on the gloves, he gave up.

The medical examiner took off his gloves and said, "It was a gang vendetta, an honor kill. It should have been done by someone from the Brotherhood."

Each gang has its own style of honor killing, and this strong style is like telling others why they died.

Not only do federal legislators have problems in their brains, but gang members do too. Some gang killers even write songs or short articles about the execution process after executing someone who has offended them and post them everywhere, for fear that others don't know that it was them who did it.

These songs and essays eventually became one of the important evidences that led to their execution.

After hearing this, Hunter basically had no more questions to ask about the case. He walked to the bedroom door. The deceased was kneeling on the ground with his hands behind his back, tied together with wire and the other end hanging from the ceiling.

This forced his body to lean forward to ensure that his arms would not be broken by himself, which created a posture that looked like he was admitting his mistake.

Officer Hunter squatted down with one hand on the ground and looked at his face and body. Blood was dripping from his mouth and nose, there were obvious cuts on the skin of his chest, and a dagger could be seen inserted in his chest.

The medical examiner came over and stood beside Officer Hunter. "The cause of death was a ruptured heart."

"He was tortured before his death. This is a typical Brotherhood method."

Officer Hunter's face flushed slightly from squatting. He stood up and clapped his hands. "Do you have any information about his identity?"

The medical examiner shook his head. “That’s not my job. My job is to tell you how he died and whether he did anything else before he died.”

"The rest is your job."

Soon Hunter left with some evidence, and it was not difficult to figure out the identity of the young man.

He directly checked the registration information of the house. The house was registered under the name of Mr. Jobaf's assistant, and this person was directly matched with the owner's nephew through some identity information comparison.

Before noon, Mr. Jobaf's assistant was contacted by phone. "This is the Criminal Investigation Division of the Jingang City Police Department. I am Hunter, the leader of Group 2."

"I have something very regrettable and sad to tell you. Your nephew died in your house in Xilin District."

"We have a procedure for claiming the body here. I hope you or his other relatives can come over."

"If his body is not processed for a long time, we may donate it to a medical university or medical institution..."

In less than half an hour, three luxury cars stopped in the parking lot of the city police station.

Mr. Jobaf hired professional security guards, who cost each person four hundred dollars a month.

They are legally armed, will fire when necessary, and will also block bullets for him. These people are very professional.

As to whether it is true or not, Mr. Jobaf himself doesn’t know, because every year some security companies go bankrupt or change their names, but at least so far, he has not heard of anyone saying that their service is bad.

He arrived in person with his assistant, took a form, and went to the morgue.

Officer Hunter pulled out a compartment from a freezer and saw his assistant's nephew lying bloodless inside.

His body was dissected, and in order to avoid a messy dissection, his blood had been drained out long ago, which is why his face was pale.

Seeing his nephew close his eyes forever, and what was even more despairing was that he was the one who told the other party the address in person, he felt a pain and hatred that could not be described in words.

He could hardly stand, and Mr. Jobaff held him up.

Officer Hunter waited for them to vent their emotions for a while, then held out a form for them to sign. “If this is someone you know, sign here.”

"In addition, we suspect that he died in a gang feud. Do you have any clues to provide us?"

"This will help us solve the case faster."

Mr. Jobaf's assistant stroked his nephew's cheek, still recovering from the pain of losing his loved one.

After a while, Officer Hunter asked again before he turned to look at him, "No, can we... ask you to drop this case?"

"I want to get him home."

"And I don't want to dwell on this matter anymore. It's time to end it all."

Listening to the old man's disheartened words, Officer Hunter could only sigh heavily, "This is a criminal case. Whether you pursue the murderer's responsibility or not, we will activate the murder case detection mechanism and track him down."

"so……"

Mr. Jobaf patted his assistant on the back, "I'll talk to him."

Officer Hunter glanced at him and the two of them walked outside the morgue.

Mr. Jobaf gave him a cigarette. Although his life experience did not make him feel like vomiting, he was definitely feeling uncomfortable.

Lighting a cigarette at this time can help him relieve the discomfort of seeing a dead person up close.

"Officer Hunter, you can probably tell why he died."

Officer Hunter showed no sign of leaning, but simply said, "I don't understand."

Whether he really didn't understand or was pretending not to understand, Mr. Jobaf continued, "We are just ordinary businessmen, without any gang background. We can't afford to offend them."

"Some people have learned a painful lesson about this, and it's time to stop."

"No matter what, this matter ends here. We will not hold the murderer responsible, nor will we hold you responsible. Let everything be over."

"This is a request from two old men to you!"

Officer Hunter stood there for a long time, took a few puffs of his cigarette, and then nodded slightly and said, "If that's what you want."

Mr. Jobaf forced a smile, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Officer Hunter, "Thank you!"

Soon they left. According to their request, the body of the assistant's nephew would be cremated soon, and the ashes would be sent back to the Empire. Officer Hunter returned to his office and sat and smoked for a while. Then he stood up and walked to the window, looked through the blinds at the police officers working outside the window, and then adjusted the blinds so that people outside could not see inside.

He closed the door, walked back to the table, and dialed Polly's number.

"You better give me a fucking reason why you're calling right now..."

Officer Hunter interrupted Polly before he could finish, "I want to give you a reason too?"

Two seconds later, perhaps he was thinking about who his mother was, and finally figured it out, so he laughed and said, "Officer Hunter, is there anything good you can do for me?"

Hunter snorted twice, "What did your people do in Xilin District last night?"

Polly looked at the girl beside him who seemed a little overwhelmed and motioned for her to continue.

"Did you see the punishment?"

"I had some disputes with that guy's boss. Some time ago, he arranged for someone to assassinate Jimmy. Jimmy was lucky enough to escape. Now the result of our deal is to use him as the price to end this dispute."

"There's more than one murderer, Hunter!"

The "murderer" that Polly was talking about was not the person who actually killed his assistant's nephew, but all the people involved in the incident, including Mr. Jobaf himself, his assistant, Polly, and Jimmy. These people are all murderers!
"Don't let me catch you!", Hunter warned.

Polly didn't care about the threat at all. "Let's talk about it after you catch him. Let's play basketball together when you have time. I still have physiological problems to deal with. We'll talk later."

In the evening, Officer Hunter talked about this matter with Officer Lucard during a casual chat. This incident indirectly deepened Officer Lucard's desire for more power.

Every day, countless criminals commit crimes in this city and throughout the federation.

But as law enforcers, they are always unable to bring criminals to justice for one reason or another. This is the tragedy of law enforcers and the tragedy of the federal judicial system.

The conversation with Chief Charlie made him suddenly realize that only by standing higher can he shoulder more responsibilities and have real law enforcement power!

A few days later, Officer Lucard had been arranging people to keep an eye on Lance, but he never found any loopholes. He also realized that if he had not been able to stop the cars full of bullet holes and bullets at the scene, he would have lost the last chance to capture Lance. This made him quickly withdraw the people who were watching Lance.

Because there is no practical significance anymore. Staring at him will not only have no effect, but will instead encourage his arrogance.

When the police who were following them disappeared, Lance took the initiative to visit Mr. Pasreto, Alberto's boss, with some gifts.

Sumuli District is just to the east of Xilin District, relatively close to the Bay Area, and is home to about 100,000 Sumuli people.

In addition to these Sumurians, there are of course many federal people and immigrants from other regions, but overall, there are the most Sumurians here, and the Sumurian atmosphere is also stronger.

Men sit in groups of three or five around tables on the roadside, sipping coffee from small cups, eating small cakes, playing cards, or doing something else.

The attire they wear is different from the federal style and looks more refined.

These people maintain their dignity and appearance. Even if they are poor, they will try not to look sloppy and dirty.

The Pasletto family’s base camp is located in a manor at the easternmost end. The manor is very quiet and you can see a large fountain as soon as you enter the gate.

There were at least thirty or forty cars parked on both sides of the fountain, maybe more.

Alberto's car was parked not far from the door, and after he and Alberto got out, Fordis drove the car away instead of parking it here.

The two entered the room, and every Sumurian looked at Lance with scrutiny, as if they wanted to see through him completely.

Alberto kept greeting those people, and it was obvious that he was very familiar with them.

These Sumuris are very united in the Federation, and the local people of the Federation don't like to bully them, because if you bully someone, they will retaliate double.

This also allowed the Sumuli people to quickly gain a foothold in the federation.

They came to a large room, where the situation was very interesting. Everyone seemed to be queuing up to see Mr. Pasleto.

He was in the house at the end of the hall. Every time a few people entered, the door would be closed. Then after waiting for a while, those people would leave while thanking the people inside or doing something else.

Then the next wave of people went in.

"Mr. Pasretto seems respectable," Lance said in a low voice.

Alberto agreed with his point of view, "Mr. Pasreto is one of the three leaders of Sumuli in the Federation. We all regard them as our leaders!"

The three Sumurians are the spiritual leaders of the Sumurian immigrants in the Federation. This sounds like they are not easy to mess with!

Fortunately, Lance didn't have to wait long. Soon, a man in his thirties looked at them and motioned Alberto to take Lance over.

The two of them quickly stood up and walked to the door, but the middle-aged man stopped them slightly and said, "You only have ten minutes."

The gifts Lance brought had all been inspected, and were checked again here before being allowed in.

Once inside the room, Lance saw him, Alberto's boss.

He was wearing a dark brown vest, a satin collar, a white shirt, and a dark teal tie.

His hair, parted back in a 3:7 ratio, was heavily waxed, and he noticed that Mr. Pasleto's hair was black.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks like a positive character in a movie star. My first impression of him is very good.

Alberto took the initiative to walk over, took his hand, and whispered something that Lance didn't hear, and then stood aside.

Just when Lance was wondering whether he should learn from him, Mr. Pasletto stood up, stretched out his hand and shook Lance's hand, "Your wine helped me a lot. I have always wanted to meet you, and Alberto told me some interesting things."

"So now it seems that your trouble is solved?"

He asked Alberto to get some wine, then took out two high-end cigars. "Do you like this?"

Lance didn't refuse. He gave one to Lance and one to Alberto, and he had one and a half for himself.

"My problems were solved properly thanks to Alberto's help. If it weren't for him, it would be difficult for me to solve these problems so easily."

Mr. Pasletto seemed like a very easy-going person. He nodded as he listened to Lance. "You and Alberto are friends. Friends should help each other."

"Alberto told me about your movie theater, but he was a little unclear. He also told me that making a movie could also help us solve some financial problems."

"Honestly, sending the money back and sending it back seems like it's ... convenient, but it's not nearly as convenient as you think."

"If what you said can become true, even if the loss is five or ten points more than what we have now, it will be a very good thing for us."

"You will gain the friendship of the Pasletto family!"

Although the Pasletto family's current money laundering method has a small loss of only a few percent, it is risky and has many limitations.

For example, the money is in the hands of legitimate businessmen, and they cannot hand over the money to Mr. Pasretto or his men without reason.

Otherwise this will implicate those safe assets and make them unsafe.

The federal government and the IRS will certainly try every possible means to turn those theoretically legal assets into untaxed criminal proceeds and then confiscate them.

So even if the money is laundered and reaches the federal government, they cannot use it themselves.

What they can enjoy is temporary use rights of movable and immovable properties through leasing and other means.

Rather than spending money directly.

If they want to spend money, they have to go through several more procedures, and it will also be dangerous to their legal assets.

Most of the money they gave to family members was black money and was illegal!
If Lance can help him solve this problem, then that would be a great thing!

(End of this chapter)