Shadow Empire

Chapter 158 Lance is a good citizen

Chief Blue looked at Lance. He felt that Lance didn't respect him, which made him a little annoyed.

Everyone wants to be respected, and he wanted that too, but he couldn't feel it.

"Lance, I'm not talking about when it will end, but about your approach and attitude in doing things."

"Do you know what people outside say?"

"You are more useful than the police. You solved things that the police couldn't solve in just one day!"

"And you shot that young man without trial, in the street, in front of probably dozens or hundreds of people watching!"

"You put me in a passive position, Lance. This is my territory, not yours. You and your people did not follow the rules here!"

The more the residents of the Empire District accepted Lance, the more embarrassed he felt.

Think about it, what would Chief Charlie, the ceremonial gentlemen, and the mayor think of him?

People actually think that it is more useful to go to the Lance family when encountering problems than to call the police. This is the biggest irony and mockery of him!
He would become the joke that warms up people's conversations, and they would also start with shocking sentences like "Do you know?" to describe his stupidity and incompetence!

As the largest super port in the northern hemisphere, he would not only become a laughing stock in the city, but also a laughing stock in the federation and even the whole world as the news spread among the sailors.

By then, people all over the world will know that there is an Imperial District in Jingang City.

When residents of the Empire District encounter problems, they will not go to the police, but will go to a gangster, a member of the Lance family, for help. Why?
It's all because of corruption and incompetence!

This had a huge impact on him!
Lance lit a cigarette, "So what do you want me to do?"

"The mayor asked me to put an end to this little mess here as soon as possible, but you told me I shouldn't do it." He said, holding a cigarette in his mouth, picking up the phone on the table and pretending to dial the number. "Maybe I should call the mayor now and tell him that you have objections to his work arrangements."

Director Blue's face turned green. He held down the phone with one hand and glared at Lance, "I never said that!"

Lance took the opportunity to put the receiver back, "But that's what you're saying."

"Look, Blue, I respect you and all the officers here, but we all have our jobs to do right now, and we can make a really good team."

"I know what you want. You want respectability. No problem. I can give it to you."

Bruce's expression improved a little. He put the phone back in a position farther away from Lance, then lit a cigarette. "What are you going to do?"

Lance talked about his plan. "I will send the captured criminals to you, and then you will hold a press conference or write a report to the higher-ups."

"We all know what's going on, but that's the respectability you want, isn't it?"

"Under your leadership, the crime rate in this area has continued to rise, the crime rate has dropped, and the public security rate has improved. Everyone says that you are a capable police chief. Maybe when Charlie retires, you will be able to take over."

When Chief Blue heard this, the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, and then he suppressed the impulse in his heart that should not have arisen, and said in a tone that was not complaining at all but pretending to complain, "I have never thought about these things."

Lance didn't expose him, "Yes, you didn't think about it. You only thought about doing good for people."

"How about I have someone make you a thank you letter signed by at least a thousand people?"

Blue was stunned for a moment and didn't react at once, "I don't understand what you mean?"

"Everyone thanks you for everything you have done for the Empire District. You have protected the stability here, and protected people's lives and property. You are the executor of the Constitution and justice. They thank you sincerely and spontaneously."

Blue thought about it carefully and hesitated, "Is it not good? I didn't do anything."

Of course you didn't do anything fucking!
Lance crossed his legs. Although he was sitting in the chair for "visitors", he felt like the master of the room.

He sat sideways with a cigarette in his right hand, tapping the table with his left hand twice, "Nothing could be more respectable than this."

Then he saw a hint of shyness on Chief Blue's face, "For now... let's not do it."

The branch chief's tone had softened a lot, and he began to seriously think about the ideas mentioned by Lance.

The reason why he is so angry now is that people say that he and his Imperial District Bureau are useless trash!
This kind of discussion and public opinion will leave him with no room for advancement in the future. Although his position is not big to begin with, at most he can be the chief of the city police station, but he can still be promoted.

He knew that there was a big shot behind Lance, otherwise he would have become a thing of the past along with the Camilla gang long ago. He called him here now just to give him a warning.

Let him understand that even if there are big shots taking care of him, in the Empire District, on his turf, he is the one who keeps his word.

But now that Lance had thrown a series of punches, he found himself somewhat convinced.

Just as Lance said, everyone knows what the so-called public security is like in Jingang City, and even in the Federation.

The federal government has so many law enforcement agencies, but why can't it deal with the gangs and families, big and small, within the federation?
Even the five major families in the Federation have extended their tentacles into Congress!
The factor of the times is one part, and the other part is that everyone has not yet entered into a fierce "confrontation" process.

In this period of rapid development when everything is still primitive and barbaric, whether it is politicians, capitalists, or these mafia families, their purpose is simple: to unite to gain more wealth and greater social influence.

What's wrong with working with gang families?
Some bigwigs in Congress do business with people from the five major federal families, and some bills are even pushed forward by gangs!
Of course, it is not ruled out that they have assassinated more than one president for the bigwigs. In the federation during this period, you are in me and I am in you.

So what Lance said, about catching the criminals and handing them over to him so that he could make meritorious deeds in a legitimate manner, was not a joke, it had a very solid basis.

The big guys don't care if you did it yourself, they only care if you completed their instructions.

Because they need the results of your work to deal with higher-level bigwigs, and higher-level bigwigs don’t give a damn whether the law and order in a certain neighborhood is maintained by the police or by a certain family.

There is room for maneuver!

The most important thing is that the idea of ​​cooperation provided by Lance is very good.

In the past, whether it was the Camilla Gang or the Red Dog Gang, they did not want the police to enter the territory they controlled and did not want the police to interfere in their affairs.

Including some social vendettas and conflicts between gangs, they don't want the police to get involved.

But Lance's current attitude clearly showed that he was willing to cooperate more openly, an attitude that Chief Blue could not find fault with, not to mention that he had to prepare a thank-you letter signed sincerely by a thousand people.

The original dissatisfaction has subsided a lot. From the perspective of his own interests, he found that there was no need to continue to confront Lance, and this was not in his interest.

Just as he was about to slow down his tone and have a good chat with Lance, Lance suddenly pointed to a photo and a certificate on the wall and asked, "Does Chief Blue like darts?"

The game of darts is most popular in the Midwest. Almost every bar has dart props. It is a very popular game.

There are some small competitions for it within the Federation, and people who are obsessed with it love it very much.

Lance immediately scratched Chief Blue's itch.

As a branch director, regardless of whether he has money in his pocket, if he wants to play some sports, he actually doesn't have any good options.

Basketball and football are too intense, and he is not young anymore, so they are not something he can participate in.

Sports like golf and polo are too advanced. It's not that he can't afford to play them, but after he plays them, some people will think that what he did was inappropriate.

You are a branch director whose name they may not even know, and you are playing on the same court with them. Are you worthy?
Therefore, there are not many games that these small-time characters can enjoy, and even fewer that they can play anytime and anywhere.

Darts is one of them.

He looked back at the photo and the certificate, and said with a smile, "This was a darts competition in Jingang City. I was lucky a few years ago and won the second place."

"Second place?" Lance emphasized, but to Chief Blue it sounded like...why only second place?

Now he thought Lance was good, so his tone was not so tough, "Second place is good, you have to know that there are at least thousands of people participating in each session, I was just very lucky to get this ranking." "From then until now, basically I can't even get into the top 32."

He said and shook his head, trying to tell Lance that this was not going to be a simple matter.

Lance nodded slightly, "Are there many police officers in the police station who like darts?"

Chief Blue didn't understand what this meant. "There are a few, about a dozen people. After all, we don't have much time to do anything else."

"But with darts, even a minute is enough time for us to throw once."

Lance thought for a moment and said, "I plan to donate one thousand dollars a month to hold a monthly dart competition at the Imperial District Police Station, which will only be open to internal police officers."

"The first place winner will receive one thousand dollars, and the second to the tenth place winners will each receive fifty dollars." Lance paused.

Chief of Police Bru was stunned for a moment. He didn't react at first. If we were to talk about dart level in the entire police station, he would definitely be the best.

Even if some people are at a similar level to him, they won't be stupid enough to try to defeat him.

Moreover, which competition actually gives prize money to the tenth place? Some competitions only have a champion and a runner-up, and the third place is only something for the future.

Then he realized that Lance was sending him money, a thousand dollars a month.

Moreover, this money is more hidden than the money given to him by others!
At the same time, it also solved another problem for him. He had extra income from black money. The police also collected fees, and then shared the money among everyone according to their level.

But this money is actually black money and is not easy to spend.

But now there is no problem. He can use Lance's thousand dollars to file taxes legally and reasonably, and then when he makes large purchases, he can say that it is his prize money from the competition.

As for how many times the bonus has been spent, that is another question. If you want to say that the money I spent was not the prize money for the competition, then you have to prove in court that the money is not legal, but how do you prove it?

For some reason, Chief Blue suddenly found Lance more and more pleasing to the eye, and there was more smile on his face.

He seemed to have forgotten that he had asked Lance to come here to cause trouble for him. "On behalf of the police officers in the precinct, I thank you for your generosity, Lance. They will be very happy when they know about this."

There are nine more people, each earning fifty yuan a month, which may not be as much as the money they can find outside, but who would push away something that comes for free?

As for the fact that Lance bribed the police officers, he didn't think so. This was a manifestation of Lance's respect for sportsmanship!
Lance nodded slightly. "As for the recent case, I will urge them to send the person here as soon as possible. As for the dead one..."

Chief of the Blue Division said directly, "They had a gunfight with some people we don't have any clues about. Death in a gunfight is the most common consequence for these... people. As for whether they can be caught, I can't guarantee it to the public."

Lance put down his crossed legs and threw the cigarette on the ground. Then he stood up, straightened his clothes, and held out his hand. "Thank you for your understanding, Chief Blue."

The chief of the layout branch also stood up quickly and shook hands tightly with Lance. "The Presidential Office and the state government have always advocated cooperation between our police and the public. I think this is a manifestation of our cooperation..."

"By the way, that thing..." He felt that the conversation was about to end here, and reminded Lance embarrassedly.

In fact, Lance knew what it was, but he pretended to be stupid, "What is it?"

Sometimes the effect is different when you take the initiative to say it and when the other party takes the initiative to bring it up.

If Lance said it himself, it would mean that he was the passive party, but if it was Chief Blue who said it, then Lance would not only take the initiative, but would also be more powerful.

Director Blue took a deep breath and said, "A thank you letter..."

Lance shook their clasped hands vigorously, "I promise there's nothing wrong..."

After coming out of the police station, several people at the door of the police station immediately came up to him. They were all people brought by Lance. One of them came up to him and said, "They have brought the person back to the company."

Lance nodded and got into the car. "Go back to the company and ask someone to call Nick over. Let him decide what happens to these people."

When Lance returned to the company, they had just poured the cement into the oil drums.

The weather is getting a little cold now, and the cement in the oil drum will take a little longer to dry, so we just put it directly in the yard.

The four young men were trembling the whole time. They saw with their own eyes that these people drained the blood of their companions, then rinsed it and threw it into an oil barrel, which was then filled with cement.

They finally remembered the little story that only locals knew, about the mystery of the water in Angel Lake.

Morris briefly interrogated them and found out that these people did not belong to any gang. They just saw the Camilla Gang collapse quickly and left behind a large piece of territory.

They felt that they could also become a giant like the Camilla Gang. The young man who fired the gun stole his father's revolver, and then they formed a small family and started their "criminal business."

Their plan was to first find a way to rob a large sum of money, then recruit people and open a bar or something.

After having a stable income, they continued to expand outward with this bar as the core, and eventually became the sixth largest family in Jingang City.

The idea was beautiful, but it died so quickly that they didn't even get to buy the second pistol they had planned. The "Empire's Hegemony" collapsed before it even started.

The four people dared not hide anything and confessed everything. After all, they saw the entire process of dealing with the corpse with their own eyes, which really scared them!

When Lance came back, these people were already boneless.

After Morris briefly told Lance what he had learned from the interrogation, Lance didn't bother to intervene.

About half an hour later, Nick came again.

"Mr. Lance, I... I'm a little excited." His eyes were slightly red. Although he had been excited once, he still seemed very excited when he saw Lance!
Because he was sure that the young man who shot and wounded his father was indeed dead.

What he didn't know was that the man was in an oil barrel not far from him.

If the police caught that person, he would be released after being locked up for a dozen years at most because no dire consequences had been caused. This was something he could not accept.

His father almost died because of this, and even if he survived, he was seriously traumatized. And the murderer was only in his thirties or forties a dozen years later. This was something he could not accept.

But now, that guy was really dead, and in an instant he felt his whole body become clear, and his respect and gratitude for Lance became even stronger.

Lance nodded slightly, then took him to the yard, where he saw four young men who were shaking again. "There are four more people here. You can choose to forgive them or beat them up."

"Of course, if you're still not satisfied, you can kill them, and I'll have someone help you take care of everything..."

The four young men could not bear it any more and immediately knelt down and begged Nick not to kill them.

On the way here, Nick thought about a lot of things, and even thought about letting them experience the feeling of being hit by a bullet.

But at this time, his excitement had begun to subside after reaching its peak, and his ordinary thoughts began to prevail again.

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Someone has paid enough, and it seems they have been punished accordingly. Let's end this matter here."

The four young men were so moved that they cried and began to apologize for the wrong things they had done.

Lance patted Nick on the shoulder, "You're a forgiving person. They're going to jail. They deserve it."

Nick breathed a sigh of relief. "That's for the best." He paused. "I brought two bottles of wine when I came here just now. You must try them."

"This is the wine we brewed ourselves. It may not be as good as the wine you usually drink, but it has a unique flavor..."

Lance paused, "Did you brew it yourself?"

(End of this chapter)