Shadow Empire

Chapter 79: Giving Advice, Chatting, and Making Mistakes

Officer Lucard pushed the ice coffin back, then walked to the table and motioned for him to come over and sign.

At the same time, he said, "The scene was cleaned up and we didn't find any valuable clues."

"Not even a footprint or a fingerprint was left behind!"

“These people are supposed to be professionals.”

"Based on the locations of their deaths and our analysis of the bullet trajectories, there was more than one perpetrator and more than one gun."

"They were restrained without resistance and then shot."

"They took away anything that could possibly reveal their identities and cleaned up the entire scene."

Will slammed the table after signing. "So you're saying you haven't made any progress?"

"Officer Lucar, my brother is dead. He's lying in that freezer over there."

"I hope you can do something to make his life in hell easier, instead of telling me there's nothing you can do!"

Officer Lucard took a look at the claim documents, confirmed they were correct and took them back. "Mr. Will, I sympathize with you and feel sorry for your experience, but you know that it is not easy to solve cases like this."

"You and your brother's identities and backgrounds are different from those of ordinary people. There are only a few reasons why ordinary people would encounter such things, but there are too many reasons that could happen to you."

"Besides, Mr. Will, don't you think that the professional scene cleanup itself is a very important clue?"

“They are professionals!”

Officer Lucard touched his chest with his clipboard. "Think about your enemies, or think about who can give you clues."

He paused here and waited for a few seconds. Seeing that Will seemed to have reacted, he continued, "Of course I don't want you to take revenge or anything. I just hope that you can provide clues for our investigation..."

In cases like this, the police need to do a lot of investigation and evidence collection, and even searches require waiting for a search warrant, so they may miss the best opportunity to solve the case.

Moreover, there are many methods that are not easy for them to use, but these gang members can use them unscrupulously. This is why the higher the level of the detective, the more powerful gang informants he will have.

Sometimes they have to use some means beyond the scope of the law to uphold justice.

Some people believe that if they go beyond what the law allows, then even if they are upholding justice, it is dishonorable.

But there are some people, such as Officer Lucar, who do not understand justice as judicial justice or procedural justice, but regard "the perpetrator needs to pay for his actions" as the standard of justice.

Instead of racking your brains and trying to figure out what to do in the vast ocean, it is better to tell Will what to do and then send someone to keep an eye on him.

Flexibility may not be friendly to some stubborn people, as it will break their cognition and bottom line, but sometimes it is indeed easier to succeed.

"Officer Lucard, you are a good officer. If I have any clues, I will definitely contact you."

He glanced at his watch. "I have other things to do now, so..."

"I have a case to do, too."

"Goodbye then?"

"Goodbye."

After returning to the office, Officer Lucard immediately ordered four plainclothes police officers to drive two cars and keep an eye on Will 24 hours a day.

As long as he makes any big move, contact me immediately.

Look, it saves money, saves trouble, and has a high crime-solving rate.

In the afternoon, after finishing the work at hand, Officer Lucard remembered the interesting local man that day and the cup of coffee he owed someone.

He ordered two cups of coffee takeout from outside the police station, then drove to the area between the port area and the bay area, just in time to see Lance sitting under a parasol at the door.

"Would you like a cup?" He sat in the car and held a cup of coffee in his hand through the window.

Lance noticed him and walked over with a smile, "Of course, I hope it's not too sweet."

Officer Lucar said with a smile, "Your taste is not like that of the locals. Most of the locals I have seen are keen on sweets."

"Including you?" Lance took a small sip. It wasn't too sweet and there wasn't much milk in it, just the kind he could accept.

Officer Lucard got out of the car with coffee and walked to sit under the parasol with Lance. "Not including me. I don't like it too sweet either."

He paused, looked at the busy storefront, and whistled, "You chose the right business!"

He paused and said, "I noticed there are a lot of Imperials here. Are you familiar with them?"

Lance was a little alert at this time, "I met some imperial people when I worked in a black factory before."

"You know, they've always been the workhorse of black factories and the like."

He nodded. "I've read that report. It mentioned this. Where is that factory?" "It's in the next state. To be honest, I don't want to mention this."

Officer Lucard immediately apologized, "It's my fault. I know I shouldn't have reminded you of your painful past."

Lance smiled and said, "It's okay. It's much better now that I think about it."

The police officer took out a cigarette. Cigarettes are always a great tool for men to socialize with. Even if they are not very familiar with each other, a cigarette can get two people chatting.

He turned his head to look at the gate where people kept coming in and out, and said with a sigh, "The people of the Empire have always been very hardworking, even though this society is not tolerant of them."

"Have you heard of any imperial people who suddenly realized their imperial dream recently?"

"Is it like suddenly becoming very rich, stopping working, and starting to spend lavishly?"

Lance had already realized that he was trying to trick him, and he exposed him directly, "Who are you looking for? Is there a case?"

Officer Lucard did not deny it. "You have a keen sense, so what is your answer?"

Lance pretended to think for a long time, then shook his head, "I haven't heard anyone talk about these things. What big case happened?"

"Nothing, a burglary."

"I hope the owner doesn't suffer too much loss."

These words were meaningless, but Officer Lucard vaguely felt that the guy in front of him was not telling the truth, but he couldn't force Lance to tell him anything.

It is normal to have some defensive mentality, and judging from his experience, people who have worked in black factories tend to have a strong sense of vigilance.

At this time, a young man wearing blue high-waisted overalls, with hair covering half of his cheek, a long face with some freckles, and a dull look in his eyes, walked over while shaking his hair. He looked like a fool.

He glanced at Officer Lucard and even took the initiative to say hello, which made him look even more stupid, but it was obviously the polite thing to do. "Hello."

Officer Lucard also smiled and nodded, "Good afternoon."

Then Hiram looked at Lance, "The sewer in the back is blocked."

Lance glanced at him and said, "Go take care of it first, I'll be right over."

Officer Lucard was a little incredulous. "You have to deal with the sewer blockage yourself?"

“You’re a boss!”

Lance laughed as he listened. "In the early stages of starting a business, you should save as much as you can. I've done this kind of thing before, and I know it doesn't require much technical skills, but if you hire a plumber, he'll charge you several times the price."

He picked up the coffee and said, "Thanks for the coffee, officer, it's delicious, but I have something I need to take care of..."

"I should go too. It's been nice talking to you, Lance. Please help me pay attention to what I'm saying."

"No problem, I'll have someone keep an eye on it."

After the two said goodbye to each other, Lance watched Officer Lucard driving away, while Officer Lucard kept staring at Lance in the rearview mirror.

He always felt that this young man was not as simple as he imagined.

But he has several cases on hand now and has no time to care about this guy. When he has some free time, he will get to know this "Mr. Lance".

When Officer Lucard's car disappeared at the end of the road, Lance handed the coffee to the staff in the agency.

He came to the office at the back, where Hiram was already sitting. Besides him, there were two other young men who joined the company with him.

One is called Deresi and the other is called Laun.

Lance closed the door as soon as he came in and sat behind his desk, "What happened?"

Seeing Hiram shaking his hair like a retard again, Lance felt an urge to laugh.

But he held back.

"Jason went to the bar."

"Who?" Lance didn't react for a moment.

"One of the guys that walked off with the four thousand bucks. He just went to the bar."

Lance took out a cigarette and gave them one. Hiram continued, "I asked Lawn to keep an eye on him. After he hid some of the money, he went to the bar."

Lawn then continued, "He ordered a fifty-cent drink at the bar and got five dollars in change."

Lance whistled, "That must be a strip bar, so he's spending a lot of money."

Without waiting for Hiram to reply, he said, "Bring him back."

(End of this chapter)