Shadow Empire

Chapter 434 The Missing Girl

The small cards prepared for the One Dollar Club were very beautifully made. Lance looked at these cards and fell into deep thought. Suddenly, he thought of something.

Derisi did not disturb him, but stood aside and waited quietly.

After several minutes, Lance made some movements. He looked at Derisi and said, "Sorry, I was distracted. These cards are very good. Are they printed locally?"

Derisy nodded, "There is a factory that specializes in this."

Lance handed the card back to him and said, "Give me the information flow of this factory. It may be useful in the future."

“Plus the cards are nice and beautifully made, they’ll love them.”

"It would be nice to put a hole in there so it can be attached to a keychain so people don't lose it, but it also allows others to see it."

"Ask the designer if you can make it more beautiful. Money is not a problem."

Make it a status symbol that people are happy to show off.

Now it may just be a one-dollar club, but in the future there will be ten-dollar clubs, hundred-dollar clubs, and even higher-level clubs.

This will become a special system, and Lance has also derived a lot of ideas.

He called Johnny, but no one answered, so Lance took a car to the pier.

Now Johnny has returned to work at the dock, and he works in an office.

The terminal management company arranged a high-paying and leisurely job for him, but he couldn't sit still and ran around all day.

Now he is considered a celebrity on the dock, with plenty of bragging rights, and I heard he has two girlfriends.

Yes, if the name Johnny is not made a little different, it would be a shame for the sudden inspiration that came to his father's mind the moment he was born!
When the convoy entered the dock, many people stopped to salute it, and some even bowed slightly to show their respect.

This left some new workers confused, “Who’s in that car?”

"The executive director of the marina management company?"

An old employee who knew the situation replied, "That's Mr. Lance's car."

“Is he remarkable?”

Looking at the appearance of the young new employee, the old employee smiled and said, "It's more amazing than you can imagine."

The new employee looked at the backs of the convoy and secretly swore in his heart that he would become an outstanding...worker in the future.

Well, although he has great ambitions, unless he has the courage and guts, and can pay the price to change his class, he can at best be an excellent mine worker, not a superior man.

When Lance saw Johnny, he was already waiting at Pier 3.

"I didn't get your call, Mr. Lance."

Lance shook his head indifferently, and many workers around looked over here.

Many refugee workers come in through labor agencies, and in a sense they are also employees of Lans.

This is also one of the reasons why the terminal service company can still live in peace with Lance and the workers.

Although they have increased the wages of dock workers, there are now thousands of refugee workers working here, and these refugee workers are much cheaper than local workers.

Not only did their expenses not increase, but they were reduced by a large part. At the same time, the various service fees at the dock were also successfully increased a lot.

Without making any big changes, there were more profits, less expenses, and they hated Lance less.

Soon Dave and others also rushed over. They had "fought side by side" before, so they had a very special feeling for Lance and they all had smiles on their faces when they saw him.

After a brief greeting, Lance asked about the current situation at the dock, "Are there any conflicts among the workers?"

They all shook their heads. If local workers had discriminated against immigrant workers before, now both local workers and immigrant workers were discriminating against refugee workers.

Therefore, all happiness must be built on the basis of someone's unhappiness, otherwise it cannot be reflected whether happiness is happiness or unhappiness.

Lance pointed in the direction of the dock entrance and said, "When I came in, I saw a lot of people holding signs at the door."

The workers who lost their jobs because of the strike stood at the entrance of the dock holding signs that read "We want to work". There were police, Lans's men, and security guards on the dock.

If they dare to mess up, they will be beaten up, so these people have also learned to protest politely and civilized.

"They have no impact on us, and I think their presence helps the efficiency of work on the dock."

Dave showed his yellow teeth. "The refugees work very hard. They are very scared of losing their jobs."

Lance nodded without comment. With more refugees pouring in, the domestic economic situation was getting worse. It was unclear whether it was a wise choice for these people to flee to the Federation.

"Our club will be reopening soon, and the dollar I told you about before will come in handy."

He briefly explained the "privileges" of the Dollar Club, and Johnny, Dave and the others were all surprised.

Dave even took the initiative to say, "Mr. Lance, you have helped us a lot. If you give us a discount in this regard, we will be uneasy!"

Lance shook his head. "I just don't want to make any money, not to lose any money. I don't actually plan to make any money from you."

"I know it's not easy for you. If it can relieve you of some of the pressure on drinks or clothes, then it's worth it!"

In addition to free drinks, the Dollar Club also provides a free set of clothes.

These people were so moved that they all thought Lance was a good person. They also promised that they would let more people know about these things.

While we were talking, several workers in the distance seemed to want to come over, but they didn't know whether they should come over.

You can tell at a glance that these people are refugee workers. Their mental outlook is not as good as that of local workers or immigrant workers.

But no matter what, these people contribute income to Lans every month. Although the income is small, it is clean.

He said a few words to the people around him, and Johnny ran over and brought someone over.

A middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, not very strong, with oily and messy black hair.

He smelled of sweat. The work at the dock was not easy at all, not to mention that these people were at the bottom of the contempt chain. They must be doing the heaviest and most tiring work at the dock.

"What's up?" Lance asked.

The others were behind him, examining the middle-aged man in front of them who looked very reserved and even a little timid.

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and it seemed that he had encountered something sad.

No matter in which world, men never shed tears easily. They always silently carry the life and suffering and run forward together.

Whatever makes his eyes red and swollen must be a difficulty that he cannot overcome.

The man's lips moved, "Are you Mr. Lance?"

Lance nodded. "Besides me, there shouldn't be another 'Mr. Lance' here."

"Please help me!" When Lance admitted his identity, the middle-aged man knelt on the ground, "My daughter is missing!"

He started to cry, "She and her mother lived somewhere else. I don't know what happened yesterday. She suddenly disappeared..."

Lance let Johnny help him up, "Did you call the police?"

The middle-aged man nodded. "The police came, but..."

but what?
But the police don't care much about this kind of thing.

There are only a few possible reasons why a refugee girl goes missing. If a large number of police forces were used to deal with these missing refugee girls, there would be no spare police officers in the entire Jingang City.

In fact, let alone a refugee girl who is missing, even if a girl from a local family is missing, the police will most likely just accept the case but will not keep looking for her because they will not be able to find her.

There are no cameras, not many witnesses, this kind of kidnapping case -

If it is a kidnapping case, there is a high probability that a means of transportation, that is, a car, was used.

So there wouldn't be many witnesses. In a city with a population of nearly two million, there wouldn't be many people looking for a missing girl hidden in the basement of an unknown room?

This isn't a detective novel, how could it be possible to find it? If a case like this is finally solved, it may be that when these kidnappers or perverted murderers are arrested, one of the many bodies dug out from a place where they hide bodies may match a previous missing case.

If these kidnappers and perverted killers are lucky enough and careful enough, there is a high probability that these cases will never be solved in this lifetime.

Just like those oil drums under Angel Lake, behind each oil drum is a terrible case, maybe even more than one, but has anyone seen them being solved?

Lance looked at the middle-aged man who was crying loudly and sighed softly, "Do you have a photo of your daughter?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lance!" He quickly took out one of his pocket watches, which was made of brass and very old.

After opening the pocket watch, there was a slightly blurry photo in the case. It should have been taken two years ago. The girl was very beautiful with a single ponytail. The youthful aura could almost be radiated through the photo.

"I'll take the photos away for now. I'll have someone pay attention to it. You and your wife should be prepared."

"I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just telling you the fact that there's a high chance that she won't be found."

The middle-aged man could only nod his head, "I will, I will, but I... I'm sorry..."

Lance patted his arm, "I'll have someone come find you if I have any news."

He paused as he spoke, "Are there many such things over there?"

He nodded. "Several have disappeared. These are just the ones I know about. There must be more in other places."

Lance pursed his lips, "Do you have any other children?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "There is also a little son."

"Take good care of him!" He took out twenty dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's pocket. "Don't lose this too. Go to the Empire District or rent a house nearby."

“It’s terrible over in Newport!”

The New Port Area is actually the westernmost part of the port area. Now it still belongs to the port area in terms of urban administrative divisions and has not been truly separated.

But in daily formal work, it is regarded as an unsuccessful new district.

There is no police station there, and the police would not patrol there. After all, there was nothing there and it was very desolate.

So there will be a lot of problems there.

This is a very, very complicated situation, and it's not something Lance can solve.

It is understandable that locals do not welcome refugees.

Everyone is living a good life, but suddenly a group of refugees break in and want to share your living space, and even your public resources and job opportunities. Who would like the appearance of these people here?

So now the refugees are basically crowded in the New Port area. There are no police, no public security, no various measures, and the crime rate is extremely high.

At this time, Lance had no intention of staying here any longer, so he asked someone to go and see if there were any other refugees who needed help.

From the moment they started working for themselves, they were no longer ordinary refugees in a sense. They were Lans’ employees, Lans’ people!
While sitting in the car, Mador, who was in charge of Lance's safety, asked softly, "Was it those people in the Bay Area who did it?"

Madore also has a daughter, but she is very young and he can understand the pain of that man!
If his daughter was kidnapped, he would definitely go crazy and kill everyone who might have done this!
Lance nodded a little dully, "It's very likely to be the case."

“Although the Red High Heels has been closed, the demand in the Bay Area will not disappear. They may have built a more secretive Red High Heels, but we just don’t know about it.”

"These refugee girls have become their best prey. There is no need to worry about the chaos getting out of hand. At worst, they can just spend some money to settle the girls' families, and then no one will bother them anymore."

Mador hammered the armrest of the car seat hard, "These scumbags!"

He said, looking at Lance, "We...don't do anything?"

Lance glanced at the photo in his hand. It was only the size of the cross section of an egg. The girl in the photo smiled so innocently and brightly. He closed his palms again and said, "We have to do something."

The car quickly returned to the company, and Lance called Allen over, "Go find a way to get more of these photos, and ask our people and some passers-by if anyone has seen her."

Alan took a look at the photo and he also thought that this was a very beautiful girl. "What happened to her?"

"Maybe he was kidnapped."

In fact, Allen didn't know much about the situation of Red High Heels. The only person who knew about it was Lance's absolute confidant, but Allen still felt regretful and nervous.

"It would be so pitiful if such a beautiful girl were to be hurt. I'm going to do it right now!"

Soon, people in the Imperial and Port districts could see people asking if they knew the whereabouts of the girl.

But at the end of the day, there were no valuable clues.

In fact, Lance could completely ignore this matter, but he felt angry in his chest. If he ignored it, he would look down on himself!

When Erwin came back that night, he asked about it, "Is this girl important?"

Lance shook his head, "I don't know her, nor do I know her father. I only know that her father works for us."

"Then you..." He was a little confused. Many people were mobilized to do this today, and some other work was delayed.

Lance leaned back in his chair and swirled the wine in his glass. "First, I am a person, and then I am myself. I have my own joys and sorrows. I feel that they did something disgusting right under my nose."

"If I don't get this sorted out, I'll be upset and feel uncomfortable all the time!"

Erwin understood, "For your health!"

"Maybe you should ask Blue. They may have some intelligence that we don't know much about. After all, they are the local bosses."

Lance was stunned for a moment, pointed at Erwin, put down his glass and picked up the phone, "I forgot about that."

He quickly called Chief Blue, who was making out with his wife, but he picked up the phone anyway.

Because those who still call him after get off work are either his relatives, people he has a good relationship with, or people he can't afford to offend.

After the call was connected, Lance glanced at the receiver in his hand. Erwin looked confused. He put the receiver back to his ear and asked, "Am I disturbing you?"

There was a faint sound of applause coming from the receiver. At first, Chief Blue didn't feel anything, but after Lance said that, he suddenly perked up and felt an indescribable excitement!

He suddenly increased his strength and the sound became louder. His wife couldn't help but make some noises, "No, no, I'm fine..."

"You're fucking sick, Blue!"

Lance "complimented" him, "I have a girl missing here, is there any way to find her?"

"Girl?" Chief Blue asked, "I heard you were looking for her this afternoon."

Lance nodded and said, "I suspect she might have been kidnapped by someone in the Bay Area...Fuck!" The noise over there became louder, and Chief Blue's opponent didn't seem to suppress his emotions anymore, and shouted out wildly.

“I’ll be right soon!”

Lance placed the microphone farther away, and about twenty seconds later, the swearing and roaring of Chief Blue were heard from inside, and the battle was over.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you still there?"

Lance then picked up the phone, "Next time you do that I'll have someone come over and beat you up!"

Chief Blue is now completely tied to Lance, and has become even more single.

"You called at a bad time. You can't ask me to stop, can you?"

It seemed to be the case, Lance didn't say anything.

Chief Blue continued, "Is this girl important?"

"I mean, if she wasn't important, there's no need for us to find her."

"You never know where you'll end up looking for her, in the basement of some important person's house."

"I've seen photos of this girl. She's very beautiful. When we found her, she was probably already hurt, even in pieces!"

"From my perspective as a police officer, it's better for her family to think she's still alive than for them to identify a body."

"As long as they haven't found it, they can still keep hope!"

(End of this chapter)