Shadow Empire

Chapter 223 Informer

Director Dale stood at the door of the Hazardous Materials Administration to welcome his "heroes" home. When Lucar got out of the car, he gave him a hug without hesitation!
"Well done. I heard about the situation on the scene. You handled it very well, especially when you mentioned the reward at the end!"

In this age where the average person is poor but the average person is rich, reporting the profits of a bar will drive people crazy!

Even drunkards will report bars because they need money.

As long as bars exist and they have a place to drink, they will never be unable to buy alcohol.

But if the other way around, the whole city is full of bars, but they have no money, then they won't be able to buy alcohol.

What can’t you buy with money?

As the news spreads tomorrow, he believes that more and more people will start reporting the bar.

The group entered the hall, and the agents on duty stood up and applauded. It was another "big case". The bar case with a case value of over ten thousand was very eye-catching at this time.

Maybe it may not be so unimaginable in the future, but at this moment, it is definitely shocking.

After hearing a more direct report, Chief Dale told them all to go to bed, as it was already late at night.

As for those bartenders who were captured, if nothing unexpected happens, someone will come with bail tomorrow to take them away.

The judicial system in this city is rotten. The judges clearly know that they should not approve their bail, but these judges who have accepted bribes will still violate their working principles. Therefore, Director Dell has no explanation for these people.

In Chief Dale's eyes, they are just... some cash!
But Lucard didn't go to bed. He wanted to have a good chat with the bartender.

As soon as the bartender sat down, two agents asked him to come out, "Lucard wants to see you."

Some people around stood up, and their actions directly alarmed the two agents outside the door. They put their hands on the holsters and stepped back nervously, "Get down, get down, or I'm going to shoot!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, but what was strange was that the two agents knew that closing the iron gate could stop all this, but they didn't close the door.

The bartender raised his hands, "At most they'll beat me up, don't mess around, someone will take care of it for us."

This sentence made the other young men squat back slowly. Some of them stared at the two agents outside the cell, as if they wanted to remember their appearance completely.

He raised his hands to show that he was harmless and slowly walked out of the cell.

Lance gave them some brief training, telling them how to "cooperate" with law enforcement agencies when interrogating them in the police station or other law enforcement agencies.

This includes telling them what methods these law enforcement officers will use to "trap and kill" them, so no matter what, they should not let these law enforcement officers find an excuse to pull the trigger on them.

If any of them got through the iron gate, the two agents would shoot them all and the judge would not side with them.

Therefore, the best thing to do is not to be fooled. Once their detention is released and they leave here, they will be able to do a lot of things.

The bartender, with his hands on his head, was handcuffed behind his back and pushed into an interrogation room.

Lucard had just lit a cigarette and pointed to the chair opposite him, indicating that the bartender should sit there.

The bartender walked over and sat down, with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Who is your boss?" Lucard asked.

Although he knew that there was a high probability that he would not get any results, he still wanted to give it a try.

He didn't like Lance, didn't like Lance playing tricks on him, and didn't like what Lance said to him that day, which even made him question his sense of justice!
He wanted to capture Lance and let him feel whether his justice was shining, sharp, and carried out to the end!

The bartender tilted his head and said nothing.

Lucard sneered, stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

A gray plaid vest and a white shirt, a very fashionable and common outfit.

He also took off his watch and put it in his pocket, then unbuttoned his cuffs.

"do you know?"

"Before I came here, I was in the criminal case division of the Jingang City Police Department. I came into contact with extremely vicious criminals every day."

"Most of them have committed murder, at the lowest level."

"But they all eventually tell me what I want to know, and you..."

He walked up to the bartender, his arms hairy under his rolled-up sleeves. He looked down at the bartender and said, "Stand up."

The bartender stood up, and at the moment he stood up, Lucard hit the bartender in the stomach with an upper punch, and the bartender fell to the table with a thud...

More than twenty minutes later, the bartender was dragged back to the cell like a dead dog, and the young people surrounded him.

Fortunately, his life does not appear to be in any danger.

On the other side, Lucard was breathing slightly and he spat on the ground.

He felt that this tough guy was difficult to deal with. Recently, these people were much tougher than the criminals in the past, or perhaps all of Lance's men were like this, all tough. He didn't know what ideas Lance had instilled in them.

The agent in charge of detaining these people stood at the door and couldn't help complaining, "That's just a young man..." He glanced at the urine stains on the ground. The young man was beaten to the point of urinary incontinence by him.

It didn't seem like Lucard was interrogating someone. He was just using the name of interrogation to vent his negative emotions.

At this point he was satisfied with venting his anger, and his mind began to return to normal.

But he would not admit that he did this simply to vent the embarrassment Lance had caused him on his own people. He emphasized, "Even if he has just come of age, he is still a criminal!"

The agent in charge of this side raised his hands and said, "No offense." He shook his head and turned away.

Although Congress allowed them to use weapons and cause casualties in the process of catching bootleggers, but... he was just a bartender.

Lucard glanced at the yellow puddle of water on the ground, cursed "Fuck", then put on his coat and left.

Will someone come to deal with the situation here? As for the transcript he left here?
There was nothing written on it, so there was no need for him to leave with it.

Now, after a period of mental excitement and some boxing practice, he was tired and he needed a nap.

Behind the Hazardous Materials Administration are the dormitories, and there are even lounges in the director's office and senior agent's offices.

The department has very high standards, and Congress allows middle and senior management to have lounges in their offices.

Lying on the small bed, Lukar thought about the news tomorrow morning and a smile appeared on his face.

Even in his dreams, he slept with a smile, and he dreamed that he had become the nemesis of evil...

At four o'clock, several cars slowly stopped at the gate of the Hazardous Materials Administration, and then some people got out of the cars.

One of the young men skillfully pried open the card on the base of the street lamp, took out the switch and turned off the street light.

The street light on the side of the door flashed twice and turned off. The agent on duty at the door just looked around, then looked away and continued to doze off leaning back in his chair.

After everything was quiet again, the young man quickly climbed onto the street lamp, and then someone below threw up a rope, which he wrapped around the arm of the street lamp twice and threw down again.

Soon, a wobbly object was suspended and hung up...

At five o'clock, almost all newspapers in Jingang City and some well-known reporters were harassed by phone calls. The content of the harassment was that there was big news in front of the Hazardous Materials Administration Bureau, and if they arrived too late, they would not be able to see it!

Regardless of whether those newspapers believed this or not, they arranged for reporters to rush over for interviews. Those well-known reporters were more sensitive to news, and they immediately thought of the Hazardous Materials Administration's blockade operation during this period.

This could be a "strike back" by the gangs, the locals, against the Hazardous Materials Administration.

At 5:10, the street lights in Jingang City were turned off as it was approaching daylight saving time, but the light began to become brighter. A large number of reporters appeared outside the Dangerous Goods Administration. The guard was indeed alarmed at first, but when he found out that they were reporters, he did not pay much attention.

Because Director Dell told him last night that there would definitely be a lot of reporters visiting today. After all, they were interested in last night's gains and whether they could cash in the $2,750.

Director Dell also specifically instructed that these reporters should not be allowed to enter the Hazardous Materials Management Bureau to disrupt the work order here.

It was past six o'clock, and the sky of the entire Jingang City became brighter under the light of the rising sun. The security guard, who had squinted for a while, heard noisy discussions in his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The reporters at the door had not left yet. He admired these reporters a little bit. They came before dawn just for the front-page headlines.

He suddenly felt very grateful to the federal government for arranging such a job for him.

You won't be exposed to the sun or cold, and you don't need to run around. You just need to sit here and prevent some people from sneaking in...

He straightened his clothes and came to the door. He thought reporters would rush over, but he found that those reporters' target did not seem to be here.

The towering courtyard wall blocked his view. He walked to the big iron gate and looked towards where the reporters were gathered. In an instant, his legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand!
He stumbled back to the duty room and called Director Dell's office...

At this time, Director Dell was actually in a state where he was neither asleep nor awake.

The pillows in the office were very uncomfortable to sleep on. He tossed and turned all night, waking up for a while and sleeping for a while. He would rather not rest here in the future.

He woke up when the phone first rang.

He patted his cheeks and slowly sat up, waiting for it to ring twice more before lifting him up.

"Director, I'm from the security department, something happened..."

Seven or eight minutes later, a large number of agents walked out of the office building. By this time, the sky was already completely bright.

When the reporters saw Director Dell coming out, they turned around and started to rush towards him. The agents around him cleared the way for him, allowing him to see the body hanging on the street lamp at the door.

The person who hung the body seemed to be considerate enough to write the word "informer" on the chest of the corpse...

After seeing this scene, he finally couldn't help but uttered "Fuck". Many reporters were so excited that their voices became louder!
"Chief Dale, is this a provocation by the gang against your previous law enforcement actions?"

"Director Dale, why is the informant hanging here? Did someone in your group leak the informant's identity?"

"Director Dale, how do you ensure the safety of other informants..."

Lucard also came here quickly with his clothes on. He looked at the hanging corpse with a livid face and kicked the triangle sign at his feet away!

Just when Chief Dale was about to have someone take the body down, suddenly, several police cars arrived.

The police stopped their actions, which made the atmosphere a little awkward, but the reporters were so excited that they were almost reaching a climax. They kept taking pictures, and the scene was lit up by spotlights as if it were daytime!

"This man may be our informant, and his hanging here has a great impact on our work. Let someone let him down first." Director Dell looked at the guy who stopped him with a bad face.

This guy is the chief of the downtown police station, and Lucard has dealt with him before.

But he didn't give Chief Dale any face at all, "This is a crime scene. There may be a lot of evidence left on this...streetlight."

"Before we collect the evidence, no one can destroy the scene. Now, please leave immediately."

The branch chief showed no mercy and emphasized, "All criminal cases that occur in Jingang City are taken over by our police station."

This is indeed not within the scope of Director Dell's authority. He does not understand the need to interfere with the law enforcement work of another law enforcement agency, and this job has nothing to do with the Hazardous Materials Administration.

Even though this man had the word "informer" written on his chest, there was no evidence that he was one of the informants in some of the previous bars that were busted.

Therefore, this case can only be handled by the police.

Chief Dell's face became even uglier as he watched the police begin to clear the ground around the street lamp and look for footprints and fingerprints that did not exist at all.

He will know that the Hazardous Materials Administration is going to be famous, and he will also be famous, but it will definitely not be a good reputation!

But he had no way to deal with it. He didn't let others interfere with their work, so naturally others wouldn't let him interfere with other people's work.

"You'd better search carefully and don't miss any clues!" Director Dell said as if he was squeezing out his words from between his teeth. He turned and walked towards the yard. "Let's go."

The police chief showed a scornful smile on his face. He actually knew who did it, but he would not say it and would not do anything.

This is not a conflict between law enforcers and criminal groups, it is a conflict between locals and outsiders, and it has been sublimated!

Eventually, the police figured out who the body belonged to.

His name was Rob. He was killed for leaking secrets. His eyes and tongue were held in his left and right hands respectively, and his wounds were sealed with thread.

This is similar to a myth in Imperial mythology, in which a whistleblower leaks some information, resulting in a disastrous defeat in a war that should have been won.

The heroes and gods stripped him of his ability to see and speak, and he fell into a hell of darkness and silence forever...

However, they collected evidence and clues so slowly that almost everyone in the city knew about it.

More importantly, many newspapers, including Today’s Jingang and even Chao Bao, changed their front-page headlines at around five o’clock.

The mayor got up and went to the restaurant. His family had already prepared breakfast. After breakfast, he had thirty minutes of free time before going to work.

But as soon as he sat down, his personal secretary brought him a newspaper and said, "You'd better read this."

The mayor glanced at the newspaper in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth in a few bites, then wiped his hands and spread it out.

Almost half of the front page was occupied by a photo. The street lamp on the far left and the hanging corpse took up one-third of the photo, and the rest was the gate of the Hazardous Materials Administration and the dozing guard.

They gave people a disturbing title in bold font - "Who Killed the Whistleblower"

This is a very advanced title, which leaves people with a lot of room for imagination. It seems to be asking who is the murderer, but it is more of a reminder to people who made all this happen!

It seemed as if they were just reporting the news, but the mayor could feel that this was a warning from the locals to some "traitors" who were using this incident to make a fuss.

The confrontation between smart political forces will leave traces, but the traces will not be too obvious, especially those facing the public.

They can’t stand up and say, “All the locals have to stand on our side, and we’ll kill anyone who does something stupid.”

But they can use this method to let people know that informers will not just have a bad end!
The news ruined the mayor's good mood. He only ate a small bite of bread, but now, he couldn't eat anything.

He went straight to the study and wanted to call Director Dell, but then he put down the phone.

What's the point of calling?
It has happened!
But he finally picked up the microphone.

"Who did it?"

Director Dale was also quite troubled at this time. He thought they were going to do a big thing this time, but he didn't expect that everything would be ruined because of a hanging corpse.

Those who try to inform on others have to start considering the cost. The cost of informing is too high. If discovered, there will be death. Who would dare to inform on others casually?

Moreover, some reports even stated that there was a high possibility that there were problems within the Hazardous Materials Management Bureau, which leaked the identity of the whistleblower to the outside world, resulting in the whistleblower being honor killed.

From the obvious ritualistic features of death, it was clear that this was the work of a gang!
So at this time, there is no point in asking who the deceased is.

Even if the dead person is a homeless person, people will think that the dead person is the leaker.

Chief Dale stood by the window, looking at the group of people walking out of the gate. "I think it's very likely that Lance did it."

Because someone had already told him that Lance's car was parked on the road opposite the Hazardous Materials Administration Bureau, and he was there!
(End of this chapter)