Shadow Empire

Chapter 684 Follow the Script [666+23]
If you want to convince others, you must first convince yourself.

Hope knows this well.

His character now is to play the role of the savior of the Slade refugees in the Federation, and people call him "The Light of Slade", which is how successful he is.

Although he is making profits for himself, he must remind himself to do things that are consistent with his personality.

Just like at this moment, when he saw those young faces, a switch in his heart was immediately activated.

He walked towards the young people. There were already some people on the surrounding streets. They were looking at Hope. This was his moment to perform!
"Young gentlemen, what has brought you to this state?"

"If you have any trouble, please tell me and I may be able to provide you with some help."

"But rather than giving you money or food directly, I want to give you a job!"

"Only through the labor of your own hands can you change your future!"

Some people around have started applauding. What a kind, friendly and wise Mr. Hope is!

The young men looked at each other, still with expressions of disbelief!

Yesterday they were still thinking about how to approach him and almost froze to death here. Now this person is standing in front of them, which gives them a feeling that it is not real.

The bald boy couldn't help but ask with a slightly questioning tone and expression, "Are you... Mr. Hope?"

"Hope Wright?"

Hope untied his scarf, exposing more of his face, "If there isn't another Hope Wright here, then it's me you should be talking about."

Some passers-by also stopped and said that he was the "Light of Slad" respected by everyone.

Hope enjoys these things very much. On the one hand, they can satisfy his desires, and on the other hand, people's respect allows him to balance his inner distortion.

What he performed in front of those big shots and what he got in front of these people were balanced, so that he did not become distorted.

Seeing the confusion and doubt on the faces of these young people turn into surprise, he also smiled and asked, "How is it?"

"Do you need me to arrange a job for you?"

"By the way, if possible, I hope you can come on the first day of the new year..."

His voice stopped abruptly at this moment, and his eyes widened as he looked at the young men in front of him. He saw one of them pull out a pistol from his arms and point it at his chest.

At this moment, he could hear his own heartbeat and the subtle sound of blood rubbing against his blood vessels.

The whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment, so quiet that he could listen to the sounds of all things!

He saw the hammer slowly hitting the primer, he could see the muzzle of the pistol in the young man's hand begin to rise due to recoil, and he could see the pointed little object ejected from the barrel along with a flash of fire!
It seemed as if he could end it all by just reaching out and pinching it!
But unfortunately, his movements became extremely slow. He had already responded, but his arms seemed not to understand his commands and hardly moved at all.

The gunshots that came from his ears seemed to wake him up instantly, and also made time recover at this moment and start flowing again.

He felt a force pushing him, then took a step back, and then several gunshots rang in his ears.

He looked at the young people who had no expression of fear on their faces, then lowered his head and unzipped his scarf and collar, watching the white shirt gradually being torn off. Then, he cursed a few dirty words and fell to the ground with a thud.

Everyone was stunned by this scene!

Whether they were passers-by or people around Hope, they all looked at Hope in disbelief as he fell down with his body twitching slightly. They watched blood begin to flow out of his mouth and his eyes lose focus, becoming unfocused and dim.

People screamed and ran away. One of Hope's bodyguards subconsciously tried to reach for a gun, but was immediately shot and fell to the ground.

The other one, who was farther away, took cover and exchanged a few shots with the guys.

He watched the young men quickly leave and stopped firing. Instead, he shouted for people to call the police and rescue.

Soon the police and ambulance arrived at the scene. The doctor checked Hope's condition and shook his head, "There's no hope."

Just one simple sentence caused the expressions of the assistants standing next to Hope to change drastically!

"How can it be?"

"Maybe if we send him to the hospital and use those medical equipment, there might still be some hope?"

An assistant said with a slightly trembling voice that he didn't believe this was true!
The doctor didn't even bother to continue the examination. "It's been more than ten minutes, sir. He's dead. He's gone to see God and he'll never come back!"

"With this kind of injury, even if he was sent to the operating room immediately after being shot, there is a high probability that he would not be able to get off the operating table."

Although he didn't examine him very carefully, four bullets penetrated his lungs, and one bullet may have hit his heart. Even if he was shot on the operating table, he would not survive if his heart ruptured. This is not only true in this era, but also in the next 100 or 200 years, it will still be a fatal injury.

The doctor stood up and asked the police to contact the morgue. The body was killed by gunfire and would be transported to the police station's morgue and kept for use in the case after processing.

Hope's assistants still couldn't believe it at this time. One of them pulled the doctor's clothes and even took out a stack of money and handed it over, "Help him, he is Hope, he can't die!"

The doctor did not take the money. He just shook his head and pried the man's hand away from his arm. "Even if he is the president, he cannot be saved!"

The ambulance left soon, and the police caught the gunmen on another street.

They didn't even run far, Carl had already told them what to do after the task was accomplished.

Witnessed by some eyewitnesses, they were surrounded by police who arrived quickly, then they dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground with their hands raised, and surrendered.

These young people were pressed to the ground by the police, their faces rubbed against the snow and their cheeks were red and hot.

They were handcuffed, but there was no sign of fear on their faces.

The police also took away several eyewitnesses along with the criminals.

The nature of this case is different. After the conflict that caused many casualties not long ago, another important and well-known social activist was shot. The emotions of the entire refugee group were ignited in this cold winter!
Many refugees gathered outside the police station in the old industrial area. Due to the large-scale demolition of the old industrial area, the police station in the old industrial area is now temporarily responsible for police affairs in the Xingang area.

According to the news from the mayor's office, the new administrative division has clearly included the Xingang District, a new police station will be established here, and there is a high probability that some police officers from the old industrial area will be transferred here.

In short, a large number of Hope's followers flocked to the old industrial area police station and surrounded the police station tightly!
"...Yes, I know what to do."

"Okay...Okay, I'll let you know as soon as I have any news!"

The branch chief hung up the phone. It was Chief Blue who called with instructions on how to handle the case.

The order definitely did not come from Director Blue himself. No need to guess, it was Lance's intention.

The branch chief did not have any objection or question. Now all the police officers in Jingang City, regardless of their rank, receive money from Lance's foundation.

Some privately joked that it was a "police corporation," with Lance as the sole shareholder and chairman of the board, then below that was the board of directors (prefectural chiefs), then management (office heads), and at the very bottom (officers and patrol officers).

You can disobey the director's orders, and at most he will ask you to patrol the streets in a remote area.

But if you don't obey Mr. Lance's orders, then you might disappear.

The branch chief has no intention of disappearing, he is happy with his current life, so he will just do what he is told.

He put on his wide-brimmed police hat, adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror, and even wiped the police badge on the hat with a handkerchief to make it shine.

He strode to the outside of the police station's office building. Faced with a sea of ​​emotional people, he could only communicate with them using a microphone.

"I have just received an order from my superiors. Director Blue and the gentlemen in the city attach great importance to this matter. In order to avoid misunderstandings between us."

"During their interrogation, we will allow ten bystanders to observe the entire interrogation process, and allow reporters from Golden Harbor Today to follow and report the entire process."

"Now, please elect ten representatives who can represent you and participate in our interrogation process."

The boiling crowd soon quieted down. After about ten minutes, they elected ten representatives, one of whom was Hope's assistant.

They entered the interrogation room with anger and distrust of the federal police on their faces. The moment Hope's assistant saw the bald man, he was so excited that he wanted to rush forward, but was stopped.

"If you do this again, I'll ask you to leave and replace you with someone else!"

After being warned once, he calmed down a little, and then the ten people were asked not to speak, sit in the corner and watch them being interrogated.

The young men already knew what to say, and they were calm now because everything was happening just as Carl had told them.

So they were not panicked at all.

The chief sat in the main interrogation position. He knocked on the table with his hand and asked the "prime suspect" in front of him, "Did you shoot and kill Hope Wright?"

The bald boy nodded without any hesitation, "It's me."

"Why did you kill him?"

"what is the reason?"

The bald man smiled and glanced at the people sitting against the wall, "He is destroying us!"

(End of this chapter)