Shadow Empire

Chapter 343 Anger++
After entering the dock area, the convoy went straight to Warehouse No. 74. Lucard suppressed his excitement and gritted his teeth.

He really wanted to see Lance's pain, annoyance, regret, and other negative expressions.

He didn't like Lance from the beginning, and he felt that Lance had tricked him.

A criminal played a trick on a law enforcer. Although others were not aware of this, it made him feel ashamed and angry when facing Lance!

He would feel that he was looked down upon and fooled by the other party, but he still had no way to deal with Lance.

He can't get over this hurdle by himself!
If he couldn't give Lance a hard time, he would feel that he would always be a clown in front of Lance!
He wants to prove that he is not a clown, he is a law enforcer, the law enforcer that Lance is afraid of!
Now, he is going to take revenge!
The convoy quickly surrounded the Pier 74 warehouse. They had professional tools to open the door lock, and when the lights in the warehouse were turned on, everyone smiled.

Mountains of boxes!
Lugal strode to one of the boxes and opened it with a box opener.

During this period, wooden boxes were used to store wine. At the same time, there were some minor problems with the glass manufacturing process during this period. The glass was more brittle and more easily broken when collided.

So when packing, there will be a simple wooden base and a grille made of wooden strips similar to the “#” grid.

Add some straw between the wine bottles to prevent them from colliding directly with each other.

Finally, they would nail the wooden boxes with wooden lids to prevent people from stealing the wine on the road. If a box was opened, it meant that someone had opened it halfway.

The moment the box was opened with a crowbar, six neatly arranged bottles of wine were hidden in the straw.

Lucard laughed twice and picked up one of the bottles. It was beautifully packaged and there was wax sealing on the bottle mouth.

There is a raised structure on the neck of the bottle with a gold-plated lion's head on it.

"Golden Lion!" He turned around and showed the wine in his hand to other colleagues, "It's a brand that has appeared recently. I heard it's produced by a local winery."

He put the drink back.

Napoletana Winery is looking for the producers of these wines. They believe that Golden Lion has stolen their trademark. Although there is no similarity between Golden Lion and Gold Label, anyone who sees them will find them very similar and may even mistakenly believe that these wines come from the same producer.

Seeing others earning the money that they should have earned, the shareholders of Napo Whisky are so jealous that their eyes are red!
On the one hand, they are collecting information and preparing to sue the wine merchant so that they can put the money earned by the other party into their own pockets through legal proceedings.

On the other hand, it is said that they are also actively looking for places where they can safely produce alcoholic beverages, and they also plan to produce illegal alcoholic beverages privately.

With such a huge profit here, the capitalists can't sit still any longer!

Lucard threw the wine back into the box and said, "Count it."

He stood in the warehouse with his hands on his waist, looking at the piles of boxes, and it was unknown what he was thinking beneath his calm surface.

What else can I think about?
He was thinking about how to reveal the news to Lance, he couldn't wait at all!

At this time, many workers came over here. They ran to the dock in the middle of the night to seal the warehouse. They seemed to be from the Dangerous Goods Administration. They were more or less curious.

In addition, many of these workers had been drinking, and under the influence of alcohol, their ability to control was inevitably a little unbalanced.

"Hey, get out of here, no onlookers are allowed here!"

When some workers were about to get close to the area, an agent from the Hazardous Materials Administration reminded them, "Enforcement is in progress here!"

The people walking in front raised their hands and said, "Relax, we just came to see what happened. Are you from the Hazardous Materials Administration?"

The agent relaxed a little when he saw that the other party did not make any further moves. "Someone reported that a large amount of smuggled liquor is stored here. If you don't want to cause trouble, it's best not to come over."

What he said quickly spread among the workers who were watching, and everyone knew that they had discovered a liquor warehouse here.

Some people even cursed them for being so lucky. No one had expected that there would be a liquor warehouse here. If they had known, they might have been able to go in and take a few bottles.

As a dock worker, stealing something occasionally at the dock is as normal as taking a shit every morning and afternoon when working in the company. It can be considered a hidden benefit.

Unless the goods are guarded by special people, like some warehouses that do not use dock workers and security guards, but hire their own employees to guard the warehouses to prevent someone from running in out of curiosity and taking some things away.

However, most warehouses will not hire workers individually. The capitalists are not fools. As long as the value of what they throw away is cheaper than the cost of hiring two workers, they will accept this unspoken rule.

But if they are losing financial value, or their merchandise is worth more, they will hire guards rather than gamble that the dock workers won't come into their warehouses.

The workers did not react at first and were just watching the fun, but soon someone started saying that this warehouse was actually the club's warehouse and that it was filled with alcoholic beverages for the workers to drink. Some people couldn't help themselves.

The crowd, who were originally just watching the fun quietly, also became a little noisy.

No matter whether Lance can make money elsewhere, at least he doesn’t make money from the Dockers Club!

They couldn't help Lance stop these people from sealing off the warehouse, but they could try to intimidate them with their noise.

Suddenly, more and more workers gathered around, and some people who were still drinking in the club also ran out. Many people gathered outside the warehouse.

Lucard, who was watching the number of people being cleaned up inside, suddenly frowned. The noise outside was getting louder and louder. When he was about to ask what happened, an agent ran in.

"Supervisor, there are so many workers here, I'm worried the situation will get out of control."

Lucard walked out with a frown on his face. He had heard that the dock workers often drank secretly, but he had never really cared about it.

When he walked out, he looked at the countless heads under the lights and couldn't help but frown.

"I'm the person in charge here. If you have any questions, send a representative out!"

“You can’t solve the problem this way!”

Three representatives who looked very prestigious were elected, including Johnny.

Johnny did a great job today, and these people's love for him is through the roof!
As long as Johnny didn't become their stepfather, no matter what he did, everyone would most likely accept it.

This was Johnny's highlight moment. Although he knew that all this was a script, when people pushed him in front of others and were willing to let him represent everyone, he suddenly had an idea that he had never had before!

This is actually quite good!
He stood at the front, with a bearded man and a middle-aged man who looked a little thin.

The middle-aged man used to be a school teacher, but he was expelled from the school because he had a fight with a student's parents, so he had to come to work at the dock.

Although he is not the best at work, everyone still respects him because he is educated and sometimes they can go to him for consultation when they encounter problems.

The three people represented these people, but as soon as they walked into Lucar, Lucar smelled the smell of alcohol on them.

He didn't speak right away, which might have put these people on guard. He first asked the others, "Why are you blocking here?"

The teacher first answered the question, "Do you have a search warrant?"

Lucard's gaze lingered on the thin teacher for a moment, then he turned back and asked his assistant to get the legal documents from the car.

Not everyone knows that the Hazardous Materials Management Bureau has its own judicial office. Many people think that they still need to apply for judicial support like the police before they can enforce the law.

But in fact, this is not the case. They only need to go to the judicial office to explain the situation, and then the person sitting behind the desk will pick up the document, sign it, and stamp it, and the judicial document will be issued.

The purpose of simplification is to allow the Hazardous Substances Administration to serve the Prohibition more efficiently. Congress is not full of fools. They know very well that local forces will unite to resist the orders of Congress, especially such unreasonable orders.

So they went the extra mile and gave the Hazardous Materials Administration a judicial office that they weren't supposed to have.

Forget about a search warrant, they can even get an arrest warrant!
But if you really want to sentence someone, it still has to go through the local judicial system. But this alone is outrageous enough.

This is a direct violation of judicial process and a complete destruction of judicial justice, but what can we do if the gentlemen in Congress like it?
Soon the search warrant was brought over. The professor read it carefully and returned it to Lucard with a somewhat grim expression.

Lucard put it away, then pinched his waist and looked at the people, "So what's the problem now?"

The teacher responded quickly, "This is the property of the dock. You invaded here. Although there are legal documents, have you notified its owner?" Lucard smiled a little, "Do you want to listen to what you said carefully?"

"If you can help me contact the owner of these wines, please do it now. If he can come over, I can make the decision and give you a few boxes!"

The bearded man stood up and said, "You can't take these things away tonight anyway."

He tried his best to maintain his ability to think, "We haven't seen the real search warrant yet, how do we know it's real?"

"Whatever you want to do, wait until daybreak!"

The surrounding workers were also gathering over here, but Lucard's gaze remained firm.

He didn't like to confront these workers head-on, because the end result would definitely be that he wouldn't gain any advantage.

But now he had to maintain his position. He quickly glanced at the three men, confirmed that they had all drunk, and the stupidest-looking guy in the middle should have drunk the most, so he casually asked, "How much did you all drink?"

"Go get some people who haven't drunk before to come and talk to me!"

The teacher's face was very red, not sure if it was because of drinking or something else. He seemed to be thinking about something and didn't react.

Johnny reacted quickly at this time and couldn't help but retort, "I didn't drink a few glasses, it doesn't prevent us from talking about things."

Lukar's reaction was obviously much faster than those who had drunk alcohol. "How many drinks are you drinking? Two?"

Johnny practically blurted out, "Five cups, shit!"

Lucard smiled, "Where did you drink it?"

The teacher was still thinking about other things. He was stunned when he heard this. Just when he turned to look at Johnny and wanted to signal him not to speak, Johnny had already said, "Club!"

Lucard took two steps back. He looked at Johnny and pointed at him. "I'll ask the mayor to give you a 'Good Citizen Award'!"

He turned to look at the others, "Request for backup, and then take someone to the club to check it out."

The teacher was a little annoyed, "He was joking, sir!"

Lucard looked at him and asked, "Do you think I'm as stupid as him?"

In fact, they all knew that there was a large bar near the port area and the dock. The information that Wolf had provided them was that there were very few people buying alcohol at the dock.

Dock workers have always been big consumers of alcohol, and it is obviously unlikely that they will now voluntarily comply with the prohibition.

Previously, they suspected that there should be a large bar near the pier, but before they had time to investigate the matter, Dale asked them to target the bars in the Starlight District and the Bay Area.

Closing down a bar that is mainly populated by workers will not have a big social impact, but will make people feel that they are a bit inhumane.

However, shutting down a group of bars where wealthy people indulge in entertainment will not only allow the seizure of large amounts of alcohol, but will also serve to intimidate the wealthy in the Bay Area.

Let them know that they may not be able to cover everything in this city!
But now that it has been delivered to his doorstep, and is related to Lance, Lucard feels that he can give it a try.

Soon a large number of reinforcements arrived at the scene, and a large number of workers were asked to leave the bar. The bartender and others were handcuffed.

In fact, at this point, although there are contradictions, they have not yet escalated into conflicts.

The people on the dock were grateful to Lance, and they were willing to do whatever they could for Lance, but that did not include directly confronting law enforcement agencies!

It's like there is a Big Brother who is very nice to you and will invite you to shop in his store at cost price.

But now that Big Brother has broken the law, you won't stand up for him just because you have taken advantage of him a little bit in the past!
What you're more likely to do is say a few nice words to him and that's it.

Johnny, due to the script's requirements, suddenly pushed an agent, "You can't take them away!"

The agent immediately began to warn him, but it was obvious that Johnny would not listen. This was his performance and he had to finish his role!

Some actors standing in the crowd began to cooperate with him. Johnny pushed these agents and tried to rescue the captured club staff, but the result was that he was also pinned to the ground.

With his face pressed against the ground, he was gasping for breath and roaring angrily, like a wounded beast!

As today's hero, and with the cooperation of some actors, more people tried to rescue Johnny, which led to an escalating situation of friction!
Some workers who originally had no intention of doing anything also became restless. After all, humans are group animals, and when group thinking begins to take effect, they often do things that they themselves cannot understand!

Seeing the situation beginning to get out of control, Lucard's eyes were as firm as ever. He walked to an open area, pulled out his pistol, and fired several shots into the sky.

The sound of gunfire suddenly woke people up, and the conflict that was about to escalate calmed down again.

"Arrest these people!" Lucard pointed at some people, "The charges are drinking in a group, assaulting police officers, and obstructing justice..."

The workers watched as the machine guns on the armored vehicle turned their guns and pointed them at them. Although everyone was very angry, they did not dare to move.

It seems that all they can do now is to greet the law enforcement officers themselves and their families.

Lucard never took these greetings to heart. The only thing he wanted to know now was what Lance thought.

Lance wouldn't have any thoughts, but would thank him for his cooperation. In fact, most of the boxes piled up in the warehouse were empty bottles.

Although they are empty bottles, this can also serve as evidence of a "business" and prove that they have sold at least this much alcohol here.

This is a felony!

As for those little riots among the workers on the dock?

In fact, no one took it seriously.

But Lance knew that the workers' anger was growing.

Vaughn returned from a "business trip" at around eight in the morning. As soon as he entered the office, the phone rang.

After answering the phone for a while, he hurried to the office building of the terminal management company and went straight into the manager's office.

"You have to help us suppress this matter!" The manager leaned back in his chair. The board of directors gave him one last chance because he had done a good job over the years!

He pressed his fingers against each other, feeling anxious.

Vaughn's expression was very serious. "This is your fault. The workers are in a very unstable mood right now. I'm not sure I can convince them."

"And you have to come up with some compensation measures, like giving them a pay raise or something like that."

The manager was a bit troubled. "We have to negotiate on the basis of not raising wages first. I can't just raise them once they make a fuss. If they make a fuss every day, do I have to raise them every day?"

"Raising wages is only the last resort, do you understand what I mean?"

"Let's start with the salary not being increased. I can give Johnny some compensation on behalf of the company, a few thousand yuan, and then adjust his position to a management position, which will pay him about fifty yuan a month."

"That's good enough, Vaughn."

He lowered his voice a little, "If you can handle this, we will donate an extra 5,000 yuan next year, and the company will thank you separately!"

Vaughn didn't agree immediately, but the manager became a little impatient. "Okay, Vaughn, this is not the first day we've been together. Tell me what you want, don't make me guess!"

After waiting for a while, he said, "You have to at least increase their salary a little, one dollar, or one dollar and fifty cents."

"Just like they said, there has been no salary increase for two years. As long as the salary increases, everything will be solved!"

(End of this chapter)