Shadow Empire

Chapter 746: Homeland and Frontline

The airtight trunk suddenly cracked open, and then the trunk lid was lifted high, allowing strong light to shine in.

Some small insects hidden in the blanket and invisible to the naked eye quickly shrank back to the deepest part of the blanket.

Attorney General Terry looked at the suitcase lying quietly in the trunk. He stood up and looked around.

There was no one else in the parking lot, and Chief Lance and Anthony walked in the back, and it would still take a while for them to get here.

He leaned down and placed his hands on the latch of the suitcase, opening it.

With two "dong dong" sounds, he held the suitcase and opened it.

It was still gold, one kilogram of standard gold bars with the stamp of Parkson Bank on them. He counted them and there were twenty in total.

This made him whistle.

In fact, being a prosecutor is very profitable, not to mention that he is the Attorney General. When those companies and capitalists encounter troubles, they often try to make trouble from the Procuratorate.

Especially in some public prosecution cases, the attitude of prosecutors and procuratorates determines the final outcome of these cases.

If Attorney General Terry could be convinced, then a case that might have warranted a severe sentence would be let off lightly in the end.

However, he will not accept money from everyone. If some people give you a little money, he will mistakenly think that the status of both parties has been reversed. He will not even look at the money of such people.

In their eyes, Attorney General Terry is what people call a rare good man and a good official.

Before accepting a gift, he would conduct an investigation, including the content of the case, the background of the defendant, and the specific social circumstances of these people.

He will only accept it if he thinks it is safe, and try his best to avoid negative news about himself.

In fact, if it really happened, he would be able to quickly deal with the matter with his current status, but it would affect his subsequent progress.

But he can accept Lance's money, and he can do so with confidence.

Smiling, he closed the suitcase, locked it, then threw his ball bag into the trunk and closed the trunk lid.

He was in a good mood, and he was also keeping an eye on gold because of the war.

With the changes in the world's economic and financial system, gold has become the standard of purchasing power, and its price is still rising.

From the early 300 yuan an ounce in the middle of last year, the price has soared rapidly to over 400 yuan an ounce now.

Some experts say that as long as the war does not stop, the price of gold will continue to rise!

It's stronger than currency!

Even if it is 410 ounces, a one-kilogram gold bar would be 14,000 yuan, 20 yuan, or 280,000 yuan.

Maybe before long, this will be 300,000, 350,000, or even higher!

Attorney General Terry had a smile on his face and he hummed a tune while driving. He thought that getting to know Lance and becoming friends with him was one of the best things he had done since he reached middle age.

After meeting Lance, he believed that Lance would solve his financial troubles, and he believed that as long as he asked, Lance would continue to give him money.

He knew some people like Lance, who had lofty goals and huge ambitions, just like the super capital tycoons and consortiums surrounding Congress.

As long as the senators dare to ask for it, they will give it, no matter how much!

What they fear most is that you are unwilling to accept money, or unwilling to accept their money.

Lance is like that kind of person, he is very generous and not stingy at all.

In addition to the extra financial income he could get from Lance, he could also help him connect with bigwigs in Congress, which was what he valued more.

If he could become lieutenant governor or even governor one day, there would be more people sending him money, and it would be safer.

He was now a little curious about how much Chief Anthony could get this time, but he would not ask proactively, as this was not something that could be asked.

In the parking lot, Chief Anthony was already in the car, but Lance asked him to wait a moment.

After about four or five minutes, Lance came over with a suitcase and placed it on the passenger seat next to him.

"Thanks to your help this time, I won't repeat the words of thanks I've already said. Here are some small local specialties. I hope you like them."

Chief Anthony smiled and said a few nice words, but he did not refuse and gladly accepted Lance's gift.

Even if this suitcase was full of money, it wouldn't be able to hold much.

This suitcase is not a very thick one. Based on Chief Anthony's understanding of its size, it can probably hold about 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.

The federal government has issued fifty-dollar bills, but not many of them are in circulation because the denomination is too large.

Currently, the mainstream denomination banknotes in circulation are five yuan and ten yuan. Twenty yuan is not a small amount, but few people can afford it.

After all, one bill is roughly equal to a worker's income for half a month, and ordinary working class people basically do not need to use such large-denomination bills.

Even when receiving their wages, they would actively ask for payment in two-dollar and five-dollar bills, rather than ten-dollar or twenty-dollar bills.

Sometimes when you want to buy something for a few cents, if you take out a twenty-dollar bill, the store owner will refuse to sell it to you and think you are causing trouble.

However, for bribery, twenty yuan is the highest denomination of banknotes.

One hundred sheets is about two thousand yuan, and this small suitcase can hold about fifteen to twenty stacks, which is about thirty to forty thousand yuan.

If it is fully packed, there might be 50,000, but 60,000 is unlikely.

This amount of money is not small for him. The position of State Police Chief is not actually a particularly lucrative position.

Although there are many departments here with great powers, these powers are often not used.

State police, city police, and township police are completely separate. Although state police can intervene in city cases, they will not do so unless necessary, which can easily offend people.

As for the others, it is generally the same. They do not have a hierarchical relationship with the local police, so it is not convenient for them to interfere in local affairs, and the local authorities may not allow them to interfere.

Their real business is still the interstate highway police and the mounted police.

Wandering around the interstate, checking on passing cars, you expect to get something for that?

The owners of those seized vehicles would rather pay a fine of ten or twenty yuan than think of giving him gifts.

So if he wants to make money, it is not so easy and sometimes he has to face risks.

Lance's gift was at least 30,000, 40,000 or 50,000 yuan. It was possible that the benefit of 40,000 or 50,000 yuan would make his life a lot better. He looked at Lance and said sincerely, "Thank you for your gift. I like it very much."

Thinking about my younger son who is in college and the loans and various expenses he has to pay, as well as the difficulties my older son has encountered in finding a job, this money can indeed be of great help to them.

As the director of the state police, he didn't even want his son to join the state police!

That shows how fucking awful this job is!

Lance smiled and patted the roof of the car. "As we spend more time together, you will know that I am a generous person who loves to make friends."

"If you run into any trouble and can't solve it yourself, call me."

"I'll take some time in a few days to introduce you to some friends from the State Prohibition Committee. You two will have some work cooperation in the future."

Director Anthony did not refuse and agreed.

Then he drove away. He was driving very fast today and met a state trooper on duty on the road, who stopped his car.

He was driving a private car today so he was not recognized, and then he was asked to pull over.

When a highway policeman came over with a loose belt slung over his shoulder, put his arm on the car window, bent down and knocked on the glass, he wanted to slap himself in the face when he saw the director's face appear behind the glass.

"So, was I speeding?", Chief Anthony asked.

The patrol officer forced a smile. "No, I just wanted to say... good afternoon, sir."

Chief Anthony looked at the police officer who looked a little scared. After a while, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Well, you are just doing your job. I am not the chief now, I am just a driver."

"Do you want to check my ID?" The police officer breathed a sigh of relief, "No, not necessary...sir!" He originally wanted to say "sir", but quickly remembered what the chief had just said, so he used "sir" instead.

"I noticed that your headlight is a little dirty..." He walked to the left headlight and wiped it with his sleeve, then stepped back a few steps to take a look, nodded with satisfaction, then walked back and continued, "That's why I stopped you. It's much better now, you can leave."

Chief Anthony nodded slightly, "Well done, keep it up!"

He rolled up the window again, started the car and drove away.

The police officer's partner ate his snacks with a puzzled look on his face and looked at him, "Did you run into your dad?"

The police officer exhaled a breath of turbid air, "You won't believe it, I ran into the chief!"

His partner pouted, "I thought you ran into God!"

Seeing that his partner didn't believe him, he didn't say anything else. He was just curious about why the director wanted to take this road out of the city.

Did he go play golf?
Chief Anthony returned home safely, but he later slowed down his speed.

When he got home, parked the car and prepared to pick up the box and leave the main driver's seat, he found that it was a bit difficult to carry the box with one hand!
What's inside?
Not money?
He was a little stunned. He turned around and opened the suitcase directly. Then he saw six gold bricks neatly arranged inside.

Lance also made a special bottom buffer stand for them to ensure that they would not run around or collide with each other and make noises while in the box.

Seeing those stamps and numbers that were not exquisite at all, he picked up a piece and concentrated his mind on it.

This is fucking great!
Over the next few days, Lance continued to "thank" those who had helped him and prepared himself to take control of the entire state's alcohol market.

He moved among the upper class of Likalai State, and more people knew about this person, met him, and became friends with him.

While Lance was looking for new friends, Corporal Boll was receiving a lecture on the battlefield ahead.

From an ordinary, lowest-level soldier to a corporal, it was a huge promotion for Boll's military life.

He was able to become a corporal because of his good luck. He has had four partners and comrades, and on average his partner would fall beside him in every battle.

Because he was able to survive four battles without dying or getting hurt and had gained some experience, he was promoted.

The army hoped that he could pass on more experience to the new soldiers. This time, the front-line army was supplemented with a large number of soldiers from the rear, and he noticed one thing.

More immigrant or refugee soldiers are like consumables sent to the battlefield.

But before he could express any opinion or reaction, the company called him over.

When he entered the company's tent, he found that all the cadres and officers in the company had arrived. They all looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

For a while, everyone had all kinds of speculations, and some even said whether they should change defense and let them retreat to the back to rest.

This guess is the most popular. Although there is no shortage of supplies and enough alcohol on the front line, it has lasted for such a long time after all. From the fear of life and death to numbness, they also need to relax.

A few people gathered together smoking and fantasizing about what they would do if they could return to the rear.

They had heard that the federal military had asked Slade to provide a military brothel camp, and that it had already been established, and some of them wanted to try it out.

While they were chatting about random things, several officers pushed aside the door curtain and strode in. Boll and the others quickly threw away their cigarettes and stood still.

"Sit down." An officer he had never seen before stood in the dominant position. His face was very serious and from his rank, it could be seen that he was a captain.

Several officers whispered to each other for a while, and their company's lieutenant commander introduced the captain's name and then asked them to listen quietly.

"According to the latest requirements of the command, your company has been selected for the next phase of the plan."

"We will rush out of the trenches, go around to the flank of the enemy line from a position further north, launch an attack, attack from both sides, and try to break the enemy's defense line."

"Because the plan is urgent, you only have..." The captain glanced at his watch, "35 minutes to prepare."

"We will be leaving in thirty-five minutes. Have your soldiers gather their personal belongings and assemble at the assembly point."

After saying these words, the captain turned around and whispered a few words to the company commander, then left quickly. He still had to go to other companies to deliver this message.

As soon as the captain left, the lower-ranking officers in the tent couldn't help but stand up and talk incoherently.

Boll also followed them and gathered around the company commander. Looking at these young, dirty faces, the company commander could only sigh silently.

"I don't know much, but I know that the higher-ups don't want us to be passive anymore and want us to be more aggressive and proactive, so we are asked to take the initiative."

Everyone in the tent fell into silence, including Paul.

Another corporal couldn't help but ask, "Don't they know... that going out like this is no different from committing suicide?"

His tone was filled with disbelief and sadness. With fortifications and terrain advantages, they suffered more casualties than the other side in every firefight.

Although the death toll has been greatly reduced, both sides are still at a disadvantage in terms of casualties.

They have indeed made progress, but every progress means casualties.

Now you want to attack even though you haven’t learned how to defend?

Isn't this any different from trying to run even though you can't even walk?
Seeing the depressed looks of his men, the company commander could only comfort them, "Maybe the situation is not that bad. They may not be able to find us."

He just said this himself, and no one believed it.

They're really not very good when it comes to war.

Although Slade was beaten back by the Dantra coalition in the eyes of the federals, even so, they were stronger than the federals in military literacy and combat capabilities.

They have been in a state of high friction and conflict, and could fight at any time and anywhere, and both sides maintain strong combat effectiveness.

They can’t be compared with the people in the Federation who have enjoyed peace for decades. This generation doesn’t understand war at all!
Seeing these people silent, the company commander stamped his feet and said, "Anyway, go tell the soldiers that the country needs them!"

"And I'll go with you, too."

Perhaps this sentence made Boll and the others realize that even if they were abandoned, the company commander would also be the one who was abandoned, which made them feel a little better emotionally.

Boll returned to the trench where he was defending his position with this terrible order and told the story.

Except for the two new recruits, everyone else's faces looked particularly ugly.

"Is there no other way?" someone asked. "Do we have to go?"

Those who asked these questions were all veterans who had deeply understood the cruelty of the battlefield.

As the attacking party this time, they could already imagine that given the certain gap in the military quality between the two sides, they could only tear the enemy's defense line by throwing lives into it.

They didn't know how many people here would die on the battlefield, maybe even themselves.

Bol shook his head. "The company commander will go with us, too."

Even military officers were required to go to the front line, which meant they were not allowed to make any suggestions.

After a brief silence, the two new recruits began to pack their personal luggage with the veterans in a daze. Ten minutes later, they arrived at the assembly point.

The troop carriers and supply vehicles were all ready, and company commanders kept shouting at their soldiers to assemble and get on the vehicles.

Boll also found their company, and at the command of the company commander, he led the soldiers onto the troop carrier.

This time, I am really in danger of life or death.

Boll counted the men and found that no one was deserting. He breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a little depressed.

He didn't know whether he hoped that his soldiers would run away or not.

As the troop carrier was filled with people, it started up and wobbled onto the road.

Coming out of the huge fortified area, he also saw some tanks and infantry fighting vehicles on the road.

The new recruit wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, while the old soldier looked as if he had lost all hope in life.

"We will win!" Bol looked at the others and said seriously, "We will definitely win!"

(End of this chapter)