Shadow Empire

Chapter 284 Steak and Donuts [666+19]
In nature, male lions have the right to distribute food.

The wolf king also has the right to distribute food.

Animals that occupy an absolute dominant position actually have the right to allocate and dispose of resources.

So are people.

In ordinary families, the ones who control the distribution of materials are always the family's labor force, the male or female owner who can earn money, rather than the children who have no income.

This is the case in many families. The whole family sits at the dining table, and the father gets the best food first, and then he or he delegates the mother to distribute the food to other family members.

Children, and the elderly.

This is a declaration of ruling power, although they may not be aware of it themselves because instinctive things are not so easy to detect and they are not good at thinking.

What John is doing now is actually the same thing. He is declaring the fact that he is the "ruler with the power to distribute food"!

While speaking politely, Chief Blue cut the steak with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth.

After watching Chief Blue eat a piece of beef, John continued to use his knife and fork. "What did you want to tell me on the phone?"

Chief Blue swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "First, I hope that the financial power of the branch will still be in my hands. This has always been the practice..."

The branch actually has a lot of annual funding. The city hall allocates this part of the funds to the city police department, and then the city police department allocates the money to the branch.

However, in this final process, there are two situations.

The first situation is that the branch provides the required expenses to the general administration, and then the general administration directly sends the funds to specific people. The branch director has no authority to handle it.

Another way is that they directly transfer the money to the branch director, who then handles it.

There is no doubt that the power of the branch chief has been weakened by the first approach. Financial power is the core foundation of administrative power. Without financial power, there will be no administrative power. The police officers will only listen to the headquarters, not to him as the branch chief.

After all, he cannot decide who can get the money and who cannot, and provide corresponding welfare benefits.

Now Jingang City is implementing the second method, which is to fully delegate financial power to the hands of branch directors. This is one of the reasons why the branch can control the branch.

John frowned after hearing this. Taking back the financial power was the key to his firm control over the entire Jingang City police system. He would never agree to this with Chief Bruce.

But now, he really needs him, so he has to say it another way, "This decision was not made by me, it was the mayor's idea."

"When Charlie was managing the police system before, he set a wrong example, causing each police station to become lax, so the mayor intends to change this situation."

"Although the financial power will be taken back, Bruce, we will not deal with the money you made privately. You can distribute that money yourself."

Chief Blue looked down at his watch and then said, "Is there no solution at all?"

John shook his head. "No, this is absolutely unchangeable."

This made Director Blue look a little disappointed. "Another one is the power of personnel..."

John had a mocking smile on his face, but it soon faded away. "Of course you have the power over personnel, but for the sake of management convenience, we will also make certain adjustments to the personnel arrangements of each branch every once in a while."

"For example, if you are transferred to the Starlight District or the Bay Area, this is actually a good thing, right?"

"I know you all want to go to the better precincts, the Star Precinct, the Bay Precinct, the downtown precinct, where you can make more money instead of staying in the same poor place."

"You still have personnel control over the bureau. The only people we transfer are you, the bureau chiefs."

These are actually just word games. Once Chief Bru is transferred, no matter where he is transferred to, he will completely lose control over his subordinates.

He would become a puppet at the mercy of others. The police officers below him would sideline him, and his old subordinates would be squeezed out by the new chief. Of course, he knew these people's tricks, but he couldn't say anything.

John stared at Chief Blue, who showed a look of disappointment on his face. He sat there in a daze for a while, looked at his watch again, and then stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom..."

John didn't stop him. "Go ahead."

He watched Chief Blue walk into the bathroom next to the restaurant with a look of mockery on his face. Now he needed someone to fall over first.

After the other branches came over, the first thing he had to do was to replace all those people he disliked!

What, are you negotiating with me?
John got another piece of beef rib. Although he looked down on Chief Blue, he had to admit that he was quite capable when it came to choosing restaurants.

The beef ribs are soft and boneless, very delicious.

Just as he was enjoying the meat on the ribs, someone suddenly came up to him and said, "Someone asked me to tell you something, sir." John's eyes stayed on this half-grown boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and dressed in ordinary clothes for a moment, and then he said, "What do you want to tell me?"

The boy smiled shyly, "Mr. Lance said that you don't have to pay back the three thousand dollars."

At that moment, all the hairs on John's body stood up. He turned his head sharply and looked out the kitchen window behind him. Several gunmen were pointing their guns at him.

He had never realized how agile his body was. When he felt full of strength, the gunshot rang out...

The sound of a submachine gun, he knew it without turning around.

The moment he turned around, the boy had already retreated a few steps away and was looking at him calmly.

There was a fierce look in his eyes. If given a chance, he would kill the teenager without hesitation.

The glass of the window was shattered, and glass fragments flew everywhere. The bullet penetrated the glass and hit him, pushing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

He couldn't even feel the pain and wanted to draw his gun and fight back!
But then he remembered that because he was wearing civilian clothes, the gun was in a holster, and the holster was left in the car.

He didn't know how many times he was shot, but he knew he was dead!

Death used to be a very distant thing to him, but inexplicably, it suddenly came again.

He lay in agony on the restaurant floor, with gunshot wounds on his body, face, and head, as well as some wounds from glass that were slowly bleeding.

His body kept twitching, as if telling him to cheer up!
But he just couldn't cheer up!
His internal organs were all smashed into pieces, and he couldn't even move!
Chief Blue came out of the bathroom and looked at John, who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood, and shook his head slightly.

Without saying a word, he stepped over his head and left.

John opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood gushed out, making him hold back the "Fuck" he was about to say. His head tilted and he died.

On the other hand, in the Port District Police Station, John’s old partner seemed to have entered another realm since he was promoted to the director of the police station.

He had gained a little weight, and everyone knew that their new branch chief's favorite food was donuts.

He would bring two bags of donuts to the office almost every day, and sometimes he would ask people to help buy them for him. Some people privately called him the "Donut Director."

At this time, Chief Donut was standing by the window. There was not much time left before lunch. When he was thinking about what to eat for lunch, he suddenly found a freshly made donut stall on the sidewalk outside the police station.

He has a deep obsession with donuts. In fact, many federal people are like this. As long as they see donuts, the taste and texture of donuts will appear in their mouths.

The slightly burnt texture, the aroma of fermented dough that was fried to brown, and then the syrup, jam, or something sweet, and the granular texture of sugar...

When you take a bite, the mixture of fat, carbohydrates and high sugar makes you feel like you are in heaven!

The thought of this made his saliva start to flow rapidly!
He swallowed, turned and walked out of the office. He needed some freshly made donuts!
Police officers greeted him along the way, and he tried his best to maintain his friendliness.

He strode out of the police station, walked to the side of the road, stood in front of the stall, pointed at the donuts on display, and said, "I want this, this, and these..." He picked out different flavors.

Freshly made donuts are even better, and he has done some research on how to make them!
He also pointed out the unprofessional way the stall owner made the donuts, and if he wasn't the director now, he would have wanted to do it himself!

Just as he was waiting for the delicious food to arrive, the sudden sound of a sudden brake came from behind him, making him turn around.

A car pulled up behind him with two gunmen sitting in the car pointing their guns at him.

He shrank his neck sharply and tried to escape, but then intensive gunfire rang out!

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and the car disappeared at the end of the road as soon as it accelerated.

He lay on the ground, struggling, and crawled towards the police station.

He was no longer able to shout for help. A large number of police officers ran out of the police station, only to see the director lying in a pool of blood.

As for the Gunners?

It’s been gone for a long time!

The donuts in the frying pan are constantly rolling in the hot oil. The beige surface has begun to turn into a burnt brown color, emitting an enticing aroma, but they will never wait for their owners!
In the morning, more than a dozen police officers were killed, including the acting chief of the city police department, the chief of the port branch, and officers from the city police department's criminal squad.

Some people have analyzed some interesting facts from this information, that is, these people are all related to John, or to the mayor.

For a moment, the undercurrent beneath the already restless surface surged even more!

(End of this chapter)