Shadow Empire

Chapter 803 Brother, don't mess around [666+8]
The atmosphere was a little tense.

This sheriff is not an easy guy to get along with, and those who know him well are well aware of this.

It is said that he was the first to propose and implement the extortion of passing trucks. At that time, he was not yet the police chief. Some people opposed his actions and reported him to the disciplinary department.

But soon after the investigation team came, they did not find any problems. Instead, the person who reported him met with a misfortune during a police call.

Some people said that he shot his colleague in the back, but others said that the guy was just unlucky.

In short, he successfully climbed to his current position, and there are definitely more than just positive stories behind this.

Once a person establishes his own prestige, there will definitely be some messy rumors.

Amid these messy rumors, the sheriff killed many people.

The real criminals, the innocent truck drivers, and even the police.

He looked very easy to communicate with, but no one in the section police station was not afraid of him. Seeing him ask such questions with a smile on his face, the two policemen were scared to death!
The smile on the sheriff's face gradually faded. The shorter policeman began to sweat. He wiped the sweat off his face while trying his best to control his twitching eyelids. "This month, this month we will definitely exceed 50,000..."

"I swear by my grandmother!"

The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze at this moment. Sometimes they all doubted whether this sheriff was a sheriff or a gang leader.

They also wondered whether they were state police or gang members working under the boss.

In fact, they didn't wait long, maybe just seven or eight seconds, but these seven or eight seconds seemed particularly long to them.

The two men were extremely nervous. They looked at the sheriff with a pleading look on their faces.

However, the next second, the sheriff suddenly made a pistol shape with his hands and fired two "bang" sounds, scaring the two policemen so much that they almost fell off their chairs!
Seeing their funny and ugly appearance, the sheriff couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I'm just playing a joke on you. You guys can't even take a joke, right?"

The two policemen's heartbeats were definitely over 150 at this moment, beating wildly. They forced a smile and said they didn't care while sitting back down.

The sheriff laughed for a moment, took a deep breath, and stopped laughing.

"Safety is important, but the speed at which we sell is also important. I don't want the owner of this batch of goods to come after us, understand?"

"You are selling too slowly, which will only increase our chances of being exposed, so sell it as soon as possible, even at a lower price."

"Sell the stuff, get cash, and then we keep quiet and go home with our money, okay?"

He looked at the two policemen and said, "You know me. I am never stingy in sharing with you, but don't let me down!"

"If you sell a small amount of alcohol but get paid the same as everyone else, do you think that's fair?"

"So you better work hard to sell the wine, so that even if I give you more, no one can say anything!"

The two policemen could only nod and say, "I promise I can do better!"

The sheriff nodded noncommittally, then clapped his hands, "Okay, I believe you. Now, boys, go do your job and run!"

Although he told the two men to get out of here in a slightly harsh and commanding tone, the two policemen still breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stood up, saying goodbye politely and opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, two policemen stood up from the bench outside with bags on their backs. The four of them looked at each other, and the two men gave them a look that said "be careful" before walking away from them and leaving the office.

Soon the office door was closed and a new "cycle" began. Of course, it is also possible that this cycle will be different from the previous one, for example, if these two people work harder.

Their backpacks were bulging and looked like they could definitely hold a lot of things.

"I was scared to death just now!" the big policeman couldn't help but sigh.

The shorter one was wiping his sweat off his face. He cursed a few words, but no one knew who he was cursing at.

It could be that he was cursing himself, or it could be that he was cursing his partners, or the people who sold alcohol to them.

Another possibility is that he was scolding the sheriff, but he would definitely not admit it.

The two men changed into their police officers in the parking lot and started their work for the day.

"He's a little anxious." The short policeman took out the prepared donut, carefully took it from below with his other hand, and put it into his mouth.

These donuts look very "spectacular", with no idea how many layers of syrup and chocolate chips and all kinds of other things they are covered with, but the people of the Federation love them.

Sweetness is the cheapest "medicine" that ordinary people can access. Apart from making people age faster, making the brain slow and stupid, and gradually destroying the body, it actually doesn't have any major side effects.

The tall man answered while driving, "He seems to be under a lot of pressure. Where did all this wine come from?"

It's not like they haven't done similar things before, but never like this. Not only do they have to remove the wine labels, they also have to replace the lids and use a chemical reagent to wipe off the gold plating on the surface.

It all points to one reason – pressure!
The source of this batch of goods must be extraordinary. The short man recalled, "I remember it was 'Golden Lion Wine'. Do you know this brand?"

Not to mention things that happened in another state, they might not even know about things that happened in another city, so they have never heard of Golden Lion wine, and naturally don’t know where this wine comes from.

But they all knew that the owner of these wines must be someone extraordinary. The two did not discuss the wines any more during the journey, but just completed their work.

According to normal work rules, they have to stay on the road for at least three to five days, but because they now have other responsibilities, they are just here for the formality.

It can be seen that the sheriff is a very rule-abiding man. Even if they have other important things to do, they still have to show up.

In the evening, the two changed cars and returned to New Bermingham. They went to the agreed restaurant and ordered two set meals.

They and their subordinates all agreed to meet here.

They are not the only two selling these wines in this city, there are other colleagues who also have their own retail businesses.

They rarely meet with other colleagues outside of work hours.

While we were eating, a man wearing a knitted hat and with his hands in his trouser pockets pushed the door open with his shoulder and walked in.

After looking around, he found two people in the corner, then walked over and sat down.

Then he pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it over, "Three hundred and seventy dollars for today."

The shorter policeman took out the money from the envelope, counted it, and said with some displeasure, "It's less than yesterday."

The guy in the knitted hat complained immediately, "Kang Mang, this is fucking whiskey, not beer, not fruit wine, and this is not a place like Xinjin City. How many people here do you think can afford a whole bottle of whiskey every day?"

"Even if someone could afford a whole bottle of whiskey every day, are you sure they could drink it?"

"This is strong liquor. Sales will only get better when there is a queue, such as during the San Pedro Festival."

"I'm surprised we can sell so much now, and you don't allow us to keep doing regular customer business, and you don't allow us to sell to bars."

If it can be sold to bars... Actually, there is no need to sell it in bars, as long as it is sold to bar operators, these wines will definitely be sold immediately.

But the sheriff didn't want this to be discovered. After all, he was under too much "pressure", so he could only sell it in a covert way.

The tall man frowned and said, "Be careful with your words."

He stared at the guy in the knit hat, who had a fierce gleam in his eyes, but soon he took his hands out of his pockets and held them up, "Okay, I have an attitude problem."

"But you can't blame me. Your request is so fucking weird. If you continue to be like this in the future, I don't know if I should still cooperate with you!"

In the past, when they sold small appliances and the like, there were not so many rules and they would just take them to the second-hand market and sell them as new second-hand items.

Something worth one hundred yuan is sold for sixty or seventy yuan, which is not enough for them to grab.

It would definitely be faster to sell it openly than to sell it secretly now.

The short policeman took out thirty-five dollars and handed it over. "Okay, try to sell more. You can do some promotional things, like charge less if you buy two bottles."

The guy in the knitted hat couldn't help himself, "This wine is of very high quality, it can actually be sold at a high price!"

"If you're willing to negotiate with the bar, or if you can't come forward, I'll go negotiate. I can get the price of each bottle to at least 60 yuan!"

He looked at the two policemen with some expectation, but all he got in return was a cold stare.

The three of them looked at each other for a moment, and he shook his head, "Forget it, you are the boss, you have the final say!"

He patted his butt and stood up. "We still have some goods from last time. Give me the new address tomorrow after you sell them all."

"I'm so fucking impressed by you guys!"

After saying this, he left with a sullen look in his mouth.

Not long after, another person came, was just as nagging, paid the money, and then left with the same complaints.

If they hadn't worked well together in the past, these people wouldn't want to do this now!

In a short while, the two men received more than 5,000 yuan. The short policeman watched the tall policeman gather the last few food scraps on the plate in a corner, then scoop them up with a spoon and put them into his mouth with an expression of enjoyment.

At this moment, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I just don't understand, why is this last bite so delicious?"

The tall policeman smiled and said nothing. He left two fifty-cent coins on the table, and then the two men stood up and walked outside.

Their car was parked in the parking lot next to them. The short man came to a corner with a cigarette in his mouth, unzipped his pants, and when he was relaxing against the wall, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

"Come on, brother, you don't want me to smear you, do you?"

He said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)