Shadow Empire

Chapter 66 The first meeting

Officer Lucard returned to his office and made a direct call.

"Are you familiar with the underground casinos in the Empire District?"

"...No, it's not about the Kodak family. I have a case on my hands...You'd better cooperate with me. I don't want to say anything hurtful..."

"Okay, see you there or see you."

He contacted his informants. As a federal police officer, especially a criminal policeman, it is impossible to solve a case without a few informants.

Many times, cases that are difficult for the police to solve are known to those people in the gray or even underground world at the first sight, they just lack evidence.

This is the role of informants, to identify suspects more quickly and then look for evidence around the suspects.

Although the Ministry of Justice has been saying that they are practicing the presumption of innocence, this kind of talk can only deceive the grassroots people.

If everything is really presumed innocent, then why do they sometimes arrest suspects and use harsh measures to force them to confess?
According to some undisclosed Ministry of Justice information, many police officers and police departments use torture to force innocent people to confess in order to close cases as quickly as possible.

Not long after, he met with his informant in the Imperial District, where he had more than a dozen informants.

In fact, being an informant for federal police has always been one of the ways for some illegal and legal immigrants to survive. Although being an informant may be dangerous, at least they can call police officers they are familiar with at critical moments.

Sometimes when police officers need them, they will apply for certain activity funds for them, and this funding is not paid by them personally, but by the police station’s finances.

Having someone who can protect themselves and occasionally earn some extra income has become a rare option for some people on the fringes of the empire living in the Federation.

After the two met, Officer Lucard directly asked his question, "How much do you know about the underground casinos in the Empire District..."

The informant was a little nervous. He was nervous every time he met Officer Lucard. If people knew that he betrayed the Imperials to the Federals, he would definitely be beaten to death.

but……

Ten minutes later, a man in a white shirt left, looking very happy with fifteen dollars in his hand. Officer Lucard got everything he wanted.

All that was left was to do subtraction until he found the identity of the deceased.

At this time, Lance didn't know that the police had already begun investigating the death of Kent and his gang. Even if he knew, he wouldn't be surprised, let alone panic.

The site is very clean.

He cleaned all places where fingerprints might be left and swept the floor to make sure that no fingerprints or footprints would be left behind.

The car was parked in another alley, and even if there were witnesses, there was no direct evidence to prove anything.

Maybe someone saw them and their trusted thugs entering the alley in the basement, but who could prove that the deceased was the person they saw that day?
And who can provide direct evidence to prove that Lance shot these people? It must be direct evidence.

There was no direct evidence in any of the links, and the witnesses' testimony could be easily overturned, so he didn't take the case seriously at all.

Today is the auspicious day for the Wanli Labor Agency to open. There are many flower baskets at the door. They had not thought of this at first, but Lance took the initiative to ask them to get some, and even set off firecrackers for a while.

It is worth mentioning that a total of three police cars came to set off these firecrackers.

When they found out that this was not a gang fight but just the opening of a business, they planned to leave.

But Lance persuaded them to stay, not only apologized for his reckless behavior, donated some money for them to pass on to those in need, but also treated them to ice juice and donuts.

The police officers were happy to have a good relationship with Lance because they knew he was a generous person.

Before leaving, they all exchanged contact information and agreed that Lance would treat them to a sumptuous meal if he had the chance.

They come in a hurry and leave satisfied. The relationship between the police and the people is so warm and harmonious.

Lance transferred the young people who had not gone with him to deal with Kent before to work here.

The income may be slightly lower, but it will definitely not drop to the point of being zero all of a sudden.

He also had a frank talk with these young people. In the loan sharking business, you can't just see the good side of things when people borrow money. You also have to consider what you should do if these people can't pay back the money.

Forget it?

Impossible! This is the company's money. If you lent it out, you are responsible for getting it back!
Not everyone has the psychological endurance and ability to act. After all, what they are going to do is also terrifying to some extent.

Even though Lance's methods are gentler than those of traditional financial companies, they can still cause pain to some people.

Some young people cannot bear this. They cannot withstand stress well, and the guilt caused by hurting others or causing pain to others will also torture themselves.

So instead of letting them continue to suffer in a job where they cannot take responsibility, it is better to change their career path early.

Lan deliberately chose to open this agency next to a cheap coffee shop, where many people might choose to pay a little attention while having a drink.

Because this is not a pure intermediary company, it also has many other business projects, so it will definitely attract some people.

Just as he sent the police officers away, a car stopped by the roadside. The slightly impatient sound of brakes made Lance stop and look back. A middle-aged man wearing a dark shirt, jeans, and sunglasses got out of the car. He looked to be in his thirties. He glanced at Lance and nodded slightly. Lance responded to him.

He walked past Lance to the nearby cafe and ordered an iced coffee.

While waiting, I turned around and saw a newly opened labor company.

There is a sign hanging outside the company, which lists the various services provided here.

"Are you the boss?"

he asks.

Lance nodded, "Yes."

"Your accent doesn't sound like you're from the Federation."

Lance did not deny it. “I am a local, but I was trafficked to a black factory when I was a child. I didn’t find my way home until I became an adult. They reported it.”

The man smiled and said, "I hope your bad past didn't cause you any permanent pain. You're very interesting, and a lot of people don't want to talk about that."

He offered his hand, "Meet Lukar Wetz."

Lance also reached out and shook his hand, "Lance, Lance White, just call me Lance."

The two men's hands loosened quickly, and Officer Lucard put his hands on his waist and said, "I saw that your sign says work plan management, I don't quite understand what this means."

Lance explained, "You must be a native."

Officer Lucard nodded, "Yes, a native."

“So you must have a work card.”

"Yeah, so?"

"If you want to get at least thirty-two dollars a month without having to work, you can talk to me."

Officer Lucard understood immediately, "You mean I give you the work card, and then you arrange for someone to work, and then you share the money with me?"

"Yes!"

"You know this is the current situation here, a lot of people don't know how to do it and don't like dealing with illegal immigrants, so I had an idea and I took action."

Officer Lucard naturally continued, "You come and help them deal with illegal immigrants!" He couldn't help but marvel, "What a genius idea. I've never heard of such a company before. You will definitely succeed."

In the past, everyone spread the word by word of mouth and introduced each other, but not everyone was willing to do so, so it was difficult to scale up.

Especially for some hardworking federal workers who already work two jobs or have a relatively decent job with higher income, it is difficult for them to find two people to use their work cards to work.

You can't just go around the streets asking people if they are illegal immigrants and whether they want to find a late-night job. That's not realistic.

But now, this problem no longer exists, because Lance will help them solve it, and they only need to pay an agency fee of one dollar and fifty cents per job, and one work card can bring at least three dollars of profit to Lance.

It seems that this amount of money is... not a lot, but you have to know that there are at least 200,000 illegal immigrants in Jingang City. Even if only one-tenth, or even less, 5%, get jobs here through Lance's labor agency.

The management fees and other fees collected every month alone are more than ten thousand yuan!

And he believes that he will develop this market, and then he may earn more income, but this also has to do with policies and the like.

If there is anyone who now does not want illegal immigrants to become legal immigrants, Lance is undoubtedly one of them.

This is the case for people who have just boarded the boat. When they see someone behind them trying to get on, they will definitely not lend a hand, but kick them twice!

The iced coffee was ready, and Officer Lucard took out a business card and handed it to Lance. "I forgot to introduce my job. My name is Lucard, and I work in the police station. I think we will meet again in the future!"

Officer Lucard felt that he could develop Lance into a good informant or friend.

Because this firm is destined to deal with a lot of illegal immigrants, and not all illegal immigrants in the federal government are honest people who are happy for a long time just by eating a donut, there are also ruthless people.

Maybe in the future he will need Lance to provide him with some clues about illegal immigrants, so he needs to establish a good relationship with Lance.

Lance glanced at the business card and put it away. "I didn't know you were a police officer." He glanced at the waiter at the cafe and said, "This drink is on me."

Officer Lucard was not a rigid person. He did not reject Lance's kindness. "Thank you. I'll come next time."

He glanced at his watch and tilted his head, "I have something else to do..."

"See you."

"See you!"

(End of this chapter)