Shadow Empire

Chapter 701 Good evening

The police chief looked at the two bastards with anger in his eyes.

In fact, he knew the style of these people in handling cases, but he never interfered.

This is a very complex issue.

Criminals generally will not honestly confess what they have done, and even if evidence is produced, they will do their best to deny it.

It can sometimes be very troublesome to deal with criminals who refuse to admit their crimes or cooperate.

Therefore, it is necessary for the police station to use some violence appropriately and complete the case in hand as soon as possible.

Police force has a cost, and the chief does not want to invest limited police resources in endless wrangling, so even if he knows that some police officers have an unfriendly working style, he will pretend not to see it.

This is a good thing for him. As a manager, whether he is qualified for the job has never been judged by how capable he is in handling cases, but by how many cases the entire police station has solved.

These people's rough handling style is obviously conducive to closing cases quickly and improving the case closure rate.

There are a few "disobedient" police officers in almost every police station.

But now, these people have influenced him, and the director began to hate these two people.

But the police chief is also a human being, so it is understandable.

"Help Mr. Lance open his handcuffs!" the police chief shouted angrily, and the two police officers opened the handcuffs for Lance with some trepidation.

The handcuffs were tight, and there were red marks on both wrists. As Lance rubbed his wrists, two policemen stood in front of Lance with their heads lowered and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lance."

Lance shook his head, not accepting their apology, "My wallet, watch, ring, and some other things."

"take it out."

This was like a public execution. Both police officers' faces turned red. What happened here had alarmed some passing policemen, and more and more people were gathering at the door to watch.

At this point they all realized what was happening and someone sneered.

The director turned around, glared at them fiercely, and then closed the door.

He angrily watched the two men take out those things from their pockets, including two stacks of banknotes. At this moment, the director's face kept changing, and finally he gritted his teeth.

Lance sorted these things out and put them in his pocket, then shook his clothes, revealing some wrinkles.

"They didn't..." Tom asked.

Lance glanced at him without saying anything, then stood up, "That's it, where are the others?"

The police chief said quickly, "They have been let out."

The chief wiped the sweat off his face, swallowed, and glared at the two police officers fiercely again.

Lance nodded slightly, said "thank you", and then walked out of the interrogation room.

Tom followed behind Lance, and when he passed by the director, he said in a threatening tone, "I will report what I saw to the Senator truthfully."

The director's scalp tingled when he heard this, and he quickly chased after him, "Is it too late for me to explain now?"

Soon Lance met his men. They all looked fine. Except for some whose cheeks were bruised, most of them had not been tortured.

There are bad ones, but not every police officer is bad. Lance looks like their leader or chief, so he was also targeted.

Tom followed behind Lance and said softly, "The director just told me that we have to follow the procedure."

Lance did not refuse. He called attorney Robben, and soon Robben’s “junior” rushed to the police station.

After graduation, Lawyer Robben stayed in Golden State for a while. Due to some things, he finally left Golden City and started working specifically for the gang.

He also knows people in Xinjin City.

What Tom meant by "going through the procedures" was that if they wanted to leave, they had to go through the bail procedure, but for the senator's sake, all the procedures were simplified and they could leave as long as they paid the money.

And the bail was not high, only two thousand dollars.

For a major case where nine people were shot to death in a street fight, a bail of two thousand dollars for so many people is equivalent to no bail!
After paying the bail and signing the documents, Lance and his group came out of the police station. Tom had a guilty look on his face, "I'm late."

Lance shook his head, "Like I said, it's just right."

These people wanted to extort some more money from him, so they asked Lance to admit that the shootout was premeditated, so that he would be charged with a heavier crime and it would be easier for them to control him.

They couldn't just ask Lance to give them money, as that would be a clear bribe and extremely dangerous.

Only by getting Lance to plead guilty and obtaining the confession, any subsequent operations will be simple.

If they need money, Lance can satisfy them. Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. Even if they are a little greedy and want more, Lance can satisfy them!
But asking him to confess is absolutely impossible.

When he was young, his boss told him a truth: if he was caught by the police, he must not admit it even if he was beaten to death.

As long as you don't speak or admit anything, you will always have the initiative. If you go on a hunger strike without making a confession, then you are absolutely taking the initiative!

But once you can't bear it anymore, admit it, and sign it, even if you are right, you will no longer be right at this point.

There was no way Lance would admit that he planned a gunfight in the city center. This would definitely be a case that would alarm some big shots. Since he was not strong enough to handle bigger storms, he would not admit it or sign unless these people killed him.

For police officers who are accustomed to using torture, if the suspect does not cooperate, it does not mean that they are going in the wrong direction or have arrested the wrong person, but that their fists are not strong enough.

They punched Lance twice, but Lance remained silent. They were planning to give him a good beating, but at that moment, the door opened.

Tom didn't know how good Lance's "just right" was, so he could only sigh and said, "I'll talk to the senator about this."

"And that...Angel of Death thing."

Lance nodded slightly and looked at Tom. "If you really feel guilty..." He was silent for a while. "Send me the information of the police who took action today."

Tom's eyes widened slightly as he looked at Lance, who smiled, "We are a gang, we have our own methods."

Tom was silent for a moment, then nodded, "But I'll talk to the Senator."

Lance nodded indifferently, "Whatever."

Soon Tom got the personal information of those police officers from the chief. Tom said that the lawyer planned to sue them, and the chief had no good solution for this.

The prosecution of assault suspects happened frequently in every police station in every region, and he did not think too deeply about it.

After Tom had accomplished this, he returned to the senator's estate in the suburbs and told Senator Cleland about the incident.

He thought the senator would express some dissatisfaction or some other emotion. After all, Lance's meaning was very clear. He wanted to take revenge privately and might kill these people.

But Senator Cleave simply answered him with "I see" as if he didn't care.

He seemed to suddenly have an epiphany. In the face of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars in interests, the death of a few police officers who made mistakes was just a small matter!

He then thought, maybe Lance already knew the result, so it didn't matter whether he told the senator or not?

This matter, which seemed very small in the eyes of the senator, gave Tom some new insights into politics, human nature, and cruelty.

In the police station, the chief of police gathered the five officers who had taken action together. He stood beside the table and walked back and forth a few steps, looking at these five capable men. For a moment, he couldn't tell what emotions were boiling in his mind.

He was definitely angry at first, but now, behind the anger, there was a little guilt. He glared at these people fiercely, "Look at what you have done!"

"Now their lawyer is going to sue you!"

One of the police officers even smiled jokingly, "We are all here to solve the case. This big case cannot be solved according to the procedures of ordinary cases. We must use some tricks."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this, as he had been sued before.

The court in Xinjin City still sided with the police department, so at that time all they would have to do was to make a public apology in the newspaper and then superficially transfer the job.

Just wait for a while and then adjust it back.

The other police officers didn't seem to think it was a big deal, except for the two officers who were interrogating Lance. They did feel that it was a bit tricky, but there was nothing to say now, and they just hoped that the matter would end here.

The police chief gave them a severe lecture on their work attitude and the fact that they often received complaints. He let them go after he had vented his anger for a while.

The two police officers did not go directly back to their office, but came to the window outside the tea room, took out cigarettes, and got together.

"I'm a little worried." The older policeman couldn't hide his thoughts and couldn't help but speak out, "This is my fault. I see they are all from other places..."

The younger officer patted his arm and said, "I have a responsibility, too."

The older one asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

The younger one nodded, "I'm going to ask Lance... where Mr. lives, and bring some gifts to apologize tomorrow."

The older one thought this was a good idea and nodded, "I'll come too. You can look at what you want to buy and we'll split the money."

Both of them are rich. With the money they "confiscated" from suspects and extorted from criminals over the years, they are richer than the average middle class.

When sentencing federal criminals, their sentences are also based on the amount of money involved in the case.

For example, if a thief steals something worth fifty dollars, he may have to go to jail for six months.

But if he stole $500, that number would increase to a year.

If it's 5,000 yuan, that's good news, he'll have to sit in jail for at least three years.

So in many cases where they are caught on the spot, they can put some of the cash into their own cars.

The arrested criminals will not make a sound and may even actively cooperate, just to avoid receiving too long a sentence due to the high value of the case.

There are also some cases where there are doubts in the nature. In fact, as long as you stick to the bottom line and refuse to admit it, you will be released in the end.

But they will intimidate the suspect and tell him what will happen if he does not cooperate.

The vast majority of people in the federal government are unwilling to go to jail because the situation in prison is really complicated, and it is difficult to find a job after being released if you have a history of being in jail.

Some people say that the federal government never discriminates against released prisoners, but in fact they discriminate more than those people think!

Federal releaseees also can't find jobs.

They'll come up with ideas that could help the suspect, but they'll require the suspect to...pay a little.

At this time, the initiative is in their hands. They will extort thousands or tens of thousands of dollars based on the suspect's situation.

The case was not right in the first place, so after the money was given, they simply dropped the investigation, and the person who gave the money would not spread the news to avoid being arrested again.

The two of them have saved a lot of money over the years, and not only them, many police officers have saved a lot of money.

Although the police throughout the federation are a whole, how police in different regions make money is a different situation.

There are not so many troubles in Jingang City. The police officers receive an additional legal investment return on time directly from Lance's foundation according to their ranks.

However, in Xinjin City, no one can or dares to "contract" the police station, and the police do not dare to collect protection fees at will, so they have to find ways to generate their own income.

After they discussed the details, they went back to work, but they were both a little absent-minded throughout the afternoon.

In the evening, the older police officer finished his work and drove away from the police station.

The housing prices in better locations in Jingang City are very high, not to mention the more prosperous Xinjin City.

There is no such thing as judging house prices and living environment by block here. The closer to the city center, the higher the price. Even if a police officer has a good income, it still takes more than 20 minutes to drive there.

When the car stopped in front of his house, looking at the house with lights on, he suddenly felt a little uneasy for some reason.

He looked around. Tonight was the same as every night. There was nothing wrong, but he just had an uneasy feeling.

His heartbeat began to accelerate, and he sat in the car for a while, smoking a cigarette to calm himself down.

After exhaling heavily, he touched the pistol in the holster.

The pistol gave him a lot of sense of security. He closed the car door and pushed open the door of his home.

After opening the door, he saw his wife standing at the edge of the living room, looking at him, and his eyes were then drawn to a picture frame behind her.

There was a layer of glass outside the picture frame. Through the glass, he saw some shadows swaying. There was someone in the living room!
His heart tightened. He and his wife had only one child, and that child had gone to college in another city and had just left a few days ago, so there shouldn't be anyone else at home.

An indescribable emotion made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach and he wanted to shit. His hand subconsciously pressed on the holster, and something cold pressed against his head.

Then the weapon in his holster, as well as another weapon on his waist, were disarmed.

The person behind him pushed him, and he staggered forward two steps, holding on to his wife before he stabilized himself. Then he saw Lance sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a magazine.

He swallowed, his voice trembling, "Mr. Lance..."

Lance put down the magazine in his hand. It was a copy of Baseball World, which belonged to the old police officer.

Most people in the federation like baseball. Baseball World is a relatively authoritative magazine that introduces the game situation and personnel changes of some teams.

There are often interviews with star players, and occasionally autographs are given away randomly. It is a must-buy magazine for baseball fans.

Lance threw the magazine back on the coffee table and said, "I still like what you call me during the day!" He didn't say what it was specifically, but it must have been unpleasant.

The old police officer had an anxious look on his face. "I can solve it..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a "bang", the sound of a hollow metal rod hitting bones. Then he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his body lost balance and fell to the ground.

I heard my wife's scream, but it was very short-lived. Then there was another "bang" and the scream stopped.

He struggled to open his eyes and looked at Lance, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his hands hugging his knees and tilting his head to look at him. He stretched out his hand and used all his strength to say, "Mr. Lance..."

Then there was another "bang" and he fell to the ground completely, his body twitching.

In a daze, he saw the man behind him holding his treasured baseball bat high!

Consciousness retreated into the abyss of consciousness like the receding tide, never to come out again.

Seeing the two men completely out of breath, Lance glanced at the blood on his trouser legs. He took out a handkerchief, wiped it, and threw it on the ground.

"The next one."

The younger police officers lived not far away, only about ten minutes' drive away.

He had just arrived home, holding a lot of gifts in his hands, all of which he would give to apologize to Lance tomorrow.

He was not married yet and lived alone. After putting these things away, he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer.

It is troublesome for ordinary people to get a bottle of beer.

But for policemen like them who have connections, it is very simple.

Feeling the cold beer washing away the day's fatigue, he sighed heavily!

For a moment I didn't know what to do.

Just as I was preparing to cook dinner to fill my stomach, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Coming!" He rolled up his apron, wiped his hands, came to the door and opened it without even looking.

This is a middle-class community with a very good security system. It is difficult for strangers to enter. Only people registered by the owner can enter.

The moment he opened the door, he looked at Lance standing outside the door, who was looking at him with his head slightly tilted, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Good evening, Mr. Officer!"

(End of this chapter)