Shadow Empire

Chapter 672 News and New Carl
Arthur was very depressed all the way.

In fact, it looked scary when Mayor Williams whipped him with a belt, giving people the illusion that he was really going to beat him to death, but Lance knew that it was just for show.

Because of Arthur's own stupidity -

Mayor Williams had warned him not to run around unless necessary, as things were very chaotic recently. Also, he had dumped Corinda, so who knows who might cause trouble for him.

Young girls never lack suitors. Corinda is in the Lance family and has a high status, so there must be many people pursuing her.

Maybe some young person will do something impulsive when his mind gets hot-headed.

To put it mildly, he was beaten up.

If you say something more serious, you might even stab him a few times to vent your anger.

He never believed that his son was an "honest man" and that they must have had sex more than once during their relationship.

The so-called breakup was just that his sense of novelty had disappeared. Under the cognition that "two people will never get married", the sense of novelty was equal to "love".

Without the novelty, love cannot be maintained and the relationship ends in breakup.

Being attracted by personality, tempted by body, and finally getting rid of temptation and reaching the other side, this is the beginning and end of a relationship.

He didn't want anything to happen to Arthur, so he kept telling him not to run around, but he still ran out when Mayor Williams and James were not at home, and caused such a huge trouble.

Along the way, Arthur gradually realized what had happened, so he was very depressed. On the one hand, he wanted to act pitiful to avoid being beaten when he returned home, and on the other hand, he really hadn't slept well in the past few days.

Glancing at his useless son, Mayor Williams sighed silently.

They did not go to the scene of the crime. Those who should be arrested have been arrested, and those who should be sent to the morgue have been sent to the morgue.

They went straight to City Hall and faced the terrible situation that followed.

The moment Mayor Williams entered the city hall, all his fatigue and helplessness disappeared the moment he stepped onto the stairs.

His eyes became sharp again, and his slightly bent spine straightened again. He no longer had the decrepit air of an old man, but instead had the vigor and vitality of a middle-aged man, and walked with a breeze.

Some civil servants on the road heard the footsteps or saw him and took the initiative to make way. The Williams family still has a high authority in this city.

The moment he pushed open the door and entered his office, the first thing he saw was James sitting in his seat.

James also saw Mayor Williams, and even more so, Arthur behind him. He quickly stood up, a smile appeared on his haggard face, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "You are finally back!"

Mayor Williams just glanced at him and walked straight to his seat and sat down. He took a look at some simple written documents on the desk.

He picked up the phone and pressed the speed dial button to call his secretary, "Ask Chief Blue to come over."

He said, looking at James again, "Tell me what happened this afternoon, starting from when I left."

Arthur stood in the corner consciously. He was not qualified to sit down, at least not now.

James recounted everything that had happened in detail, and Mayor Williams listened carefully until James finished.

"You did a good job, you could be more decisive."

"When faced with this kind of sudden mass incident, the first thing you should do is not to figure out who is right and who is wrong, and then treat them differently based on their rightness or wrongness."

"All you need to do is stabilize the situation as quickly as possible."

James had a somewhat annoyed look on his face, "But a lot of people died, Father."

"With so many deaths, will it affect your work and term of office?"

Mayor Williams nodded. He did not deny it. "Of course it is. This is a trap. They dug the pit and watched us jump in. There must be more than just mud and bait underneath. There must be traps or spikes."

He paused, "Call the reporters over, we..." He raised his wrist to check the time, "A press conference will be held at 7:45."

James went to work immediately. As a city councilor, he had a lot of contact with the news media.

Although he was not sure what his father was going to do, he knew that the situation was indeed tricky.

When he left the room, he took a look at Arthur. Apart from the smell of feces and a somewhat listless look on his body, he did not seem to have suffered any external injuries.

He forced a smile at Arthur and then opened the door and left.

During this time, Lance had already rushed to the police station, where there were actually more than eighty bodies stored, and he wanted to come and see these bodies in person.

It’s not that he has any special hobbies, but these corpses can be of great use.

On the way to the morgue, Chief Blue told Lance everything that happened in the afternoon, including how he got off the car halfway and personally shot dead several thugs who were committing violence.

He was a little nervous. This time, he took a tough stance towards the refugees. On the one hand, it was due to James's request and influence. On the other hand, he felt that he should not and could not use a conciliatory attitude on this issue.

The forensic doctor was smart enough to stay away from them. The only sounds in the corridor were the three of them and the sound of the bodyguards beside Lance's leather shoes tapping on the ground.

Lance did not express his opinion immediately, which made Director Blue a little uneasy.

After entering the morgue, both of them stopped talking as the forensic doctor took out the bodies from the freezer one by one.

Almost all the freezers on the two walls had been pulled out, and dozens of corpses were piled together like cargo, which gave people an indescribable feeling.

Maybe it's the feeling of the fragility of life, or maybe it's becoming more willing to enjoy life.

Chief Blue explained to Lance, "We did a preliminary screening and found that those who died from gunfire were all rioters."

“Those who didn’t die from gunfire were basically people from the demolition company.”

He lifted the white sheets one by one, revealing the cold corpses underneath.

Some have already undergone autopsies and look cleaner and tidier. In order to find out the specific cause of their death, the forensic doctor will dissect them, bleed them, and clean their body surfaces.

As long as their wounds are not on their heads, they will look like they are just sleeping with a bad look on their faces.

There were also some that looked no different from when they were brought in, with blood all over their bodies or faces, and they were put into the freezer without even having to take off their clothes. These were autopsied later.

An autopsy is not an easy task. You have to determine the cause of death, drain the blood, do some pre-treatment, and finally write the report.

It may take twenty to thirty minutes to deal with a corpse. There are five forensic doctors in the entire city police station, and they are simply unable to handle the workload.

Looking at the dead bodies, Lance raised his hand and casually drew a circle, "framing" them all.

"I need photos of the non-refugee dead, preferably without autopsies, because they look terrible."

"And their matching personal files. It would be best if we had them, even if there were only two or three, or three or five copies."

"Photograph them all and print them out quickly. We need these."

Director Blue nodded and said, "No problem..." He glanced at the forensic doctor behind him, and the forensic doctor made an "OK" gesture.

Seeing that Lance didn't seem to have anything else to say, he looked at Lance hesitantly. The two looked at each other, and Lance walked out the door, and he immediately followed.

The two came to the morgue, which was the deserted and quietest place in the police station. Usually only forensic doctors and family members who came to claim the bodies would come here.

If there are no family members claiming the body, no one will show up here all day.

Some people say that there are ghosts here and that it is a severely affected area, but the forensic doctors who work here and the police officers who occasionally come here have never discovered anything.

"I heard that things might be a little difficult to handle this time!" Director Blue took out a cigarette and handed it to Lance, then took out a lighter and lit it for Lance.

The smell of cigarettes dissipated some of the smell of preservatives in the morgue.

In some criminal cases, the scene is very clean, without any extra traces or clues, and solving the case often starts with finding the source of the body.

But there is no machine comparison technology in this era. If we want to compare the photos in the archives one by one to find the source of the body, we may not find it even after searching for several years.

Therefore, they need to ensure that the corpse does not decay or deform for a long time, but it cannot be soaked in preservative fluid.

The forensic doctors at the police station will use a relatively simple method to deal with it, which is to inject preservative fluid into the bodies and then put them into cold storage.

So even though this is a cold storage, there is still a smell of preservatives. Lance smoked a cigarette and nodded noncommittally, "Who told you that?"

Chief Blue was a little embarrassed. "Some old policemen said so. I don't know where it came from. Do you want to check it out?"

Lance shook his head. "They're not entirely right, but it's certainly not easy to do."

"There will be a press conference at the City Hall later, and there is a high probability that you will be called over."

"The mayor will ask you to speak to the media. He will tell you how to explain the whole process to the reporters before you meet them."

"You have to remember one thing."

"You only said what you know. After receiving the alarm, you led the police officers over there. You saw many refugees indiscriminately attacking federal people. After knocking them down, they extorted money from them."

"You said someone looted the store and injured the owner?"

Chief Blue nodded, "Yes, I stopped them myself."

"Very good, we found the shop owner and his family. If he is not dead, he should be in the hospital now."

"If he can move, take him with you to the city hall and have him tell people what happened."

"When you arrived at the scene, you saw that the refugees were still committing violence. They burned the expensive equipment used for demolition and killed federal citizens for fun."

"You asked them to lay down their weapons and accept management, but they refused and provoked and attacked you."

"You fired the gun only because you had no choice but to protect the lives and property of federal citizens and your own safety."

“First aid was given to them immediately after the shooting, but unfortunately most of them died.”

"You're bound to get harassed by reporters, asking you stupid questions like 'Why did you shoot them in the vitals?' Answer whatever you can."

"If you can't answer, just say 'You were so nervous at the time that you didn't have time to think about it.'"

"Or, conversely, question why they are asking this question. Why are the reporters turning a blind eye when it is obvious that those people are harming the lives and property of federal citizens?"

Chief Blue's mind raced, remembering all of this firmly in his mind. He nodded repeatedly, "I've got it down."

"Don't be too nervous. Most of the problems will be faced by Mayor Williams, not you. Just be yourself."

Director Blue was still a little nervous. He asked softly, "Will it be troublesome this time?"

Lance shook his head slightly, "It's a little troublesome, but not that much trouble. And you have to understand one thing."

“No matter who becomes mayor, even if they are from the Bay Area, I have the final say here!”

He paused, patted Chief Blue's arm, and said, "Okay, don't be too nervous."

As he was talking, a police officer came running over and said, "Chief, it's a call from the City Hall..."

"Then I'll go over first?" Director Blue's emotions stabilized a little, and he believed what Lance said.

After Lance nodded, he left quickly.

After waiting for a while, Lance got the forensic film and left.

When he returned to the company, Carl was already there. He was sitting on a bench outside Lance's office door, crossing his legs and chatting with the people around him. When he saw Lance coming over, he immediately stood up.

"Mr. Lance!"

Lance nodded, and Madore pushed open the door of the office. He walked in front and entered the office.

Even Lance felt safe back here. He walked to the clothes rack, took off his hat and put it on the rack. Carl stood behind him waiting to help him take off his coat.

Lance was a little surprised, but he still cooperated by shaking his shoulders. Carl immediately helped Lance take off his windbreaker, patted it, and then hung it on the hanger.

He smiled and patted Carl's arm, looking him over carefully.

At this time, Carl had changed into a decent formal suit. His shiny hair and leather shoes could reflect the light, and he was wearing a watch on his wrist. He looked like a successful person.

If he wasn't too thin now and couldn't support this formal suit, perhaps the effect would be better.

"You look better than the last time I saw you."

Lance praised him before walking over to the couch and sitting down, pointing to the couch across from him and asking him to sit there.

"How is it, are you adapting to your new job?"

Carl smiled gratefully, "Thanks to you, Mr. Lance, I have never felt so good before!"

He was not very rich in his hometown and was a poor man. The situation here is even worse.

But since he realized that he and Boni were not the same kind of people at all, and that he had always taken other people's ideals as his own dreams, he found himself again and found the life he really wanted.

Lance simply gave him the job that was previously given to Bonny, and also made him responsible for the call-up and street work outside the naval base.

In just over half a month, he had already made a fortune.

Those navy soldiers have money and are willing to relax, but hundreds of girls don't have enough time to work every day.

There were some young and beautiful girls queuing outside, and their prices were not expensive, only two dollars per session.

One dollar is for the girls. Don't think it's low, this is the price now. It's still fifty cents in the port area, but one dollar here is already a high price.

Then the dollar was divided into three parts, totaling about forty cents, which was Lance's "kickback" to Admiral Miles.

Generally speaking, military bases do not allow soldiers to enter and leave at will, but if they just come out to vent, don't go far, and don't drink, then it's okay.

It’s not that it’s impossible, it doesn’t mean it will work, but with these 40 points, it will be okay.

Then there are 40 points, which belong to Lance. After all, this business is not so easy to do. Without his supervision and his connections, it may not be done well and can be sustained.

The remaining 20 points belong to Carl and his team.

Even though they were the busiest, they only got ten points. It seems like they put in the greatest effort but got the least reward, which is very unfair.

In fact, in this world, the more physical and unskilled work you do, the less valuable it is!

There are more than 500 girls, with an average daily income of 4,000 to 5,000 yuan, and he can get 5%, which is about 200 to 300 yuan.

The people under him could take dozens of dollars from him every month. Although it was only half a month, he already had more than 3,000 yuan in his hands.

It is easy for him to buy himself a new set of equipment with his current income.

His gratitude to Lance was genuine and came from the bottom of his heart.

After all, even his father and mother couldn't give him so much money every month!

In this world, father and mother are not as close as money!

So when Lance called him, he came running over.

Lance nodded, "There is something I need you to do. Do you know what happened this afternoon?"

Karl’s expression immediately changed. His face was full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth, “I know, these people are so hateful!”

"Mr. Lance, you and the federal government gave us a place to stay, and you gave us food and supplies for the winter."

"Not only do these people not know how to be grateful to you, but they actually did such a terrible thing!"

"They are like wolves that can't be tamed. They should be thrown into the wild and frozen to death!"

He paused as he spoke, "I know the situations of some of these people, whatever you need, I'll do it!"

(End of this chapter)