Shadow Empire

Chapter 241 The Dirtiest Place
Director Charlie was sitting in his office. He should have gone to the scene, after all, these were the tasks assigned to those big shots.

But he did not show any nervousness or other emotions at this moment. He was quietly savoring the coffee he had just brewed.

The rich oil and aroma leave an indescribable mellowness and fragrance between the lips and teeth with every sip.

The coffee beans cost several hundred dollars a pound, and this was the best coffee he had ever tasted.

He himself couldn't bear to buy such expensive coffee beans, so this was given to him by one of the big shots in the Bay Area, about seven-eighths of a pound.

The big shot just tasted it and thought it didn't taste very good, so he gave all the remaining beans to him.

A few hundred bucks a pound.

After hearing this, some people may have the same idea as he did, “I can afford it if I grit my teeth.”

But in reality, this is not something that can be afforded.

This is life, not gritting your teeth!

For others, they don't need to grit their teeth and can treat such enjoyment as an ordinary day of theirs.

Those who need to grit their teeth to do all this will never experience that kind of ease and comfort.

The emperor wears a crown, not because he is the emperor because he wears the crown, but because he is the emperor, the crown is given special meaning.

The same is true in life.

Because for many people this may be all there is at a certain stage in life, rather than an enjoyment in life.

Chief Charlie couldn't understand it either. In fact, he was quite rich. He had done a lot of bad things over the years and was rewarded by those "dog owners".

But coffee that costs hundreds of dollars a pound is still too far from his life.

He's waiting, waiting for a call.

Waiting for the mayor's call.

The call came just as he had guessed.

“No one told me there was going to be a big action today and that Eric was going to be there.”

There was no anger in the mayor's voice, as if he was narrating a very ordinary thing.

Basically, most cities in the federation implement the "mayor system", that is, the mayor is the supreme ruler of the city and decides the development, process and outcome of all things in the entire city.

But the fact is that not every mayor is a ruler in the actual sense, they may just be in name only.

But even so, they still have the power to appoint the heads of various departments in the city, which is given to them by Congress and the federal government, not by anyone else.

Chief Charlie had actually sensed something special. He was a little uneasy at first, but now he became very calm.

People always feel all kinds of uneasiness, fear and anxiety before terrible things happen.

But when you really start to face scary things, you will become calm again, because the "unknown" has become "known".

The mayor was very unhappy that Eric would be involved in their fight.

But Director Charlie seemed not to understand and continued to report on the work situation in a daze.

"Mr. Mayor, there is a criminal on the wanted list who may be hiding in the Red High Heel Club. In order to ensure the safety of people's lives and property, we have no choice but to take action first."

"In fact, I was just about to call you to report this matter, but you called me first. If there is anything you don't understand, I can explain it to you."

The mayor laughed from the receiver. "No, I don't have any problem, Charlie. I remember you're going to retire in two years, right?"

Director Charlie seemed to be thinking for two or three seconds before answering a little slowly, "Yes, sir."

There was a tone of blessing or expectation in the mayor's voice. "It's not easy. Not all police officers can work in one position for their entire lives. You are amazing. I hope your police work can have a perfect ending, Charlie."

"Tell me if there is any new progress."

"So be it."

There was no angry call, but Chief Charlie heard something different from it. He hung up the phone, picked up the coffee, and sipped it.

He gazed deeply at the things on the table, as if they were full of great attraction.

A person's life is about choosing a path at a constant crossroads. Before reaching the end, no one knows whether the path you give up will be better than the one you choose.

The mayor on the other end of the line replaced the receiver on its cradle and lit a cigarette.

He would smoke cigars simply for enjoyment. This does not mean that cigars bring more pleasure than cigarettes. It is just that he is used to smoking cigars when he enjoys himself. This is a personal habit.

When he is thinking about things, he needs cigarettes. The feeling of inhaling cigarettes into his lungs will bring another experience, allowing him to be more engaged and focused.

He and his secretary were the only ones in the room. He stood by the window, looking at the city at night.

The downtown area of ​​Jingang City is very prosperous even at night, not to mention the more prosperous Starlight District and Port District. It is truly what people call a "city that never sleeps."

But unfortunately, six years have passed and the city still hasn't accepted him.

Maybe good things are harder to come by, he thought, and asked a question, "Do you think Sam can hold on?"

The secretary shook her head. "I want to believe that he can hold on, but we can't be so optimistic. Everyone has weaknesses. If they find Sam's weakness, he will definitely not be able to hold on."

The mayor nodded in agreement. "Yes, everyone has weaknesses. Once you find the weakness, even a giant will fall."

The "giant" he was referring to was a giant in mythology. This giant was born powerful and even a demigod might not be his match.

He led the country to continuous expansion until he did something stupid and revealed his weakness to a woman, and was killed with a small dagger.

“Although his mouth being pried open won’t cause us irreparable damage, it will still become a big trouble.”

“People always like to see bright things, but darkness always comes as expected. Since they don’t want to see it, then don’t let them know.”

The mayor stretched his hand holding a cigarette out of the window and flicked the cigarette with his index finger. "I believe that my old friends in the Bay Area agree with me on this point. Let's find a way to shut him up."

The secretary nodded and said, "I'll arrange it right away."

In the Red High Heel Club, the guests were gathered in the lobby. In addition to Eric and his group, there were five other guests.

The faces of these guests were very ugly. At least two of them had appeared in the newspaper "Today's Jingang". Although the other three had not been in the newspaper, they were not ordinary people either.

No one likes to be harassed in this situation. The reason they come here to consume is that they are attracted by the mayor who is looming behind the red high heels.

As a result, now they are standing here, with the other guests, and those girls, and there are even police officers asking them to register their information. This is terrible!

But after they saw Eric, they felt much better.

Eric was asked to search him, and they found syringes, injections of painkillers, and a dagger on him.

Logically speaking, the federal government does not object to people carrying weapons, and the Constitution also provides protection for citizens to carry weapons.

Carrying weapons is their right to protect themselves, and no one can deprive them of it, but... when the police really want to make trouble for you, even if the charter states that cotton pickers and ordinary federal citizens have the same rights.

They will still ride on them to "calm them down" just like the previous owners of these little experts did.

Although sometimes they can't figure out who should be the one to calm down.

Eric, wearing only a pair of underwear, felt very embarrassed. He stared at every policeman present today with hatred, but the policemen didn't care much because they bet that Eric would forget their appearance after a while.

The entire Red High Heels was almost overturned. Every room, even every sofa and pillow, were slashed open by them with daggers.

Sam, who came out of the general manager's office, looked at all this with a grim face. In fact, he was more worried about those girls and was afraid that they would talk nonsense.

However... most of the girls who can work there have already completed the "taming" process, and he has been instilling some concepts in these girls. There is a big force behind the red high heels, even if they run away and call the police, they will be the ones who suffer in the end.

Hopefully this will keep them quiet for a while.

Seeing the mess in the club, Sam gradually became angry. "The wanted criminal you are looking for is not here. Can you please release our guests and girls first and get out of here?"

He used an impolite tone, but several sheriffs smiled. Looking at the expressions on their faces, Sam's heart sank.

He did not suggest making a phone call because he was worried that the police, or the forces behind the police, would make use of this incident. He insisted that he believed the mayor would save him.

Soon the sound of something hitting the ground was heard in the club, and Sam's face became even uglier.

Soon, accompanied by the voice of "There is a cellar entrance here", Sam pursed his lips tightly and was a little unsteady.

He held onto the sofa beside him, slowly moved to it, and sat down.

In fact, he had considered that someone might come to embarrass them, so he prepared the cellar in advance, thinking that these people would leave soon, but he ignored the determination of those rich people to completely destroy Red High Heels this time.

The policemen knocked on the ground every inch with metal sticks, and finally found the entrance to the basement in a corridor.

Soon, Booker was brought up, along with a terribly tortured girl covered in clothes.

Booker was brought before several sheriffs, including Chief of Blue. One of the officers grabbed Booker's hair and made him tilt his head back so that everyone could see his appearance.

"Isn't this the one who escaped from the state penitentiary...Mr. Booker?"

Booker had been sentenced and was serving time in Licarai State Prison before the mayor decided to reopen the Red Heels Club and get him out.

This was a small matter for the mayor. He had enough connections to handle this matter. At that time, everyone had not fallen out with each other, so everything was easy to negotiate.

Now that things have turned against each other, Booker's presence has become a problem.

Logically speaking, Booker should still be serving his sentence in prison. When the Bureau of Justice and the Ministry of Justice have not issued any release documents, he appears here. There is only one possibility: he escaped from prison!

The wealthy people in the Bay Area believed that the warden of the state prison would not risk his own future to protect Booker. He would definitely say that Booker was indeed an escaped prisoner, but they just didn't reveal it to the public.

Facing these policemen, Booker was obviously scared. He stared at Sam with a look of help, as if asking Sam to save him!

But Sam could only pretend not to see it. At this time, what he had to do first was to ensure his own safety, and then he could consider whether to rescue these people.

In fact... he also knew that he most likely couldn't do it. When these people decided to use the Red Lantern, its fate, and theirs, was already doomed!
"Take him back and interrogate him. Make sure you dig out from him how he escaped from prison."

Another sheriff was speaking. He was also a police chief, but was fired because of Eric's case.

Now he appeared here just to vent his emotions.

Booker was put in a hood and taken away.

Chief Blue looked at Sam and said, "Mr. Sam, this place is not as simple as you said."

"We suspect you kidnapped, imprisoned, tortured, and forced these girls into sex trade, so your people must come back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation."

"including you!"

Sam still tried to remain calm. He swallowed and said, "I need to call my lawyer."

Several sheriffs looked at each other and agreed to his reasonable request.

When Sam went to make a phone call, a police officer trotted over and said, "There's a call from Chief Charlie..."

At this time, a lot of people had gathered outside the Red High Heels, and Lance's people were maintaining order. For the Lance family, the people in the Imperial District were still very supportive.

There were no unexpected situations at the scene. Even though a few reporters tried to sneak in, they were caught by the people responsible for maintaining order, beaten up, and thrown out.

As a large number of police officers came out and two buses arrived, reporters in the distance began to take pictures frantically.

A large number of girls were sent onto the bus, and there were five clients who voluntarily asked to have hoods put on them.

A number of thugs and staff were also arrested.

Several branch chiefs walked up to the reporters and began to talk excitedly about the police's sudden action.

"We received a tip that a very vicious and evil prison escapee appeared here and was hiding in the Red High Heel Club."

"During our raid on the Red Heels, we discovered that the strip club was illegally providing sex services, which is a clear violation of federal law."

"In addition, we found a girl who was kidnapped and held captive in the cellar. They tried to use violence to force the girl to accept their control and accept sex transactions."

"We have already arrested some of the main suspects..."

Sam was also put into a hood and put into a police car.

His lawyer told him to follow the police but to say nothing, admit nothing, and remain silent until he arrived.

The police have many ways to make him confess, and if he does, he will be in big trouble.

Being caught is not scary at all. What is scary is talking nonsense without being mentally prepared.

Chief Blue and his men were afraid that someone would hijack the convoy along the way, so they not only arranged for a large number of police officers to follow, but also asked Lance's men to follow as well.

For the first time, the police and the public worked closely together, which gave everyone an indescribable feeling, as if... their understanding of the world had deepened by three points!
The convoy finally returned to the city police station safely. All the people were sent in, and Lance's work was completed.

In fact, he did nothing tonight. Apart from beating up a few ignorant reporters, he spent the rest of the time slacking off.

When Chief of the Blue Division told them they could leave, they drove back.

On the way, Erwin asked Lance curiously and confusedly, "Do the mayor and his men really not care about Sam and Booker?"

Lance looked back at the city police station, which was already not very clear, and shook his head after sitting up again. "No, because everyone knows that this matter ends here."

Not only Erwin, but even Morris who was driving was confused, "Why?"

"Didn't Sam and the others get caught?"

“If we dig out some evidence from them that they work for the mayor, will the mayor be passive?”

Lance asked in return, "Who gets to decide whether the mayor stays or goes?"

Neither of them knew much about this question, so Lance answered for them, "The state government and the state legislature."

"If they want to get the mayor out, they have to get Sam to the state capitol alive and present those things to state legislators at the state capitol."

"But have you ever considered that Sam and the others not only have some things working for the mayor, but even evidence."

"They also provide a lot of girls to the wealthy guys in the Bay Area."

"The mayor's trouble is at most that his methods are not very glorious. Even if it affects his future, at least it won't ruin him."

"If he had taken some precautions, it wouldn't even have affected his career."

"But the privacy of those rich people has been made public. For example, the terrible things they did were revealed by Sam or Booker. Who do you think is more unlucky?"

Lance sighed. It was only after he saw Sam and Booker enter the police station alive that he suddenly thought of this!
This is just a counterattack, not an all-out war. Before the war starts, they have to clear out all the things that may affect the outcome before they can really start the war!
"Just wait and see. It won't be long before Booker, Sam, and even some girls who have provided services to the Bay Area commit suicide out of fear of crime."

Lance's words made everyone in the car feel a chill deep in their bones. For a moment, they didn't even have the desire to speak.

Children always yearn for the adult world, just as Mr. Jobaf always yearns for the upper class.

But the real upper class is not glamorous at all, nor is it full of light and glory!

The upper class is the dirtiest place in the world!

(End of this chapter)