Chapter 1010

In the evening, the police chief finally signed his name on a document. Two officers were suspended for investigation due to "dereliction of duty," and it was highly likely they would leave the police force.

The reason was very simple: during their work period, an important criminal suspect committed suicide, and it was suicide by hanging in the detention room, which was simply the greatest humiliation to the New Jincheng Police Department!

The branches of New Jincheng were all spreading this matter, and it certainly wasn't anything good.

A more important point was that everything about this car accident was interrupted at this moment.

You say this was an intentional murder, you have to have evidence.

And evidence, it wasn't that truck registered locally, nor why it appeared here, but the person driving it, why he appeared in that place at that time, and floored the accelerator and crashed into the car coming out of the police station.

Now the driver was dead, continuing the investigation had no meaning anymore.

The chief actually knew that he could still investigate the driver's family to see if there had been any unusual changes recently.

For example, suddenly having a sum of money in hand, or some other changes.

But what he could think of, Lans's group could certainly think of. At this very moment, he no longer dared to treat Lans as the head of an ordinary criminal group, and this person absolutely couldn't be the head of an ordinary criminal group.

Those investigation methods that were usually effective didn't work on him at all, and maybe he would even be led into a ditch by him.

Plus the Perez family had already given up on pursuing it, so this matter, just ended here.

Paying the price of two officers being dismissed, the whole matter was pressed down.

However, although these two officers lost their police jobs, they could quickly find new jobs. After all, they were also victims in this matter.

After a while, when the wind of the matter passed, just recall them to the police force.

The police chief handed the signed document to the secretary, and this document would soon appear on the mayor's desk.

He leaned heavily on the back of the chair, making the chair slide backward for a distance, maybe fifteen or twenty centimeters.

He leaned there, closing his eyes, just two or three days, but it gave him a fatigue he had never felt before.

The phone bell on the desk suddenly rang. He cursed "Fuck," then cheered up again and answered the phone.

He was somewhat afraid of answering the phone now, God knows if it was some bad news, so much so that he felt he might be sick, he had a bit of a stress reaction to Lans.

Everything was very stable and peaceful when Lans wasn't here. Once he appeared, everything became bad.

"This is the police chief's office...", he said somewhat listlessly.

But fortunately, the voice coming from the phone receiver wasn't what he was afraid of hearing; it was an old friend of his, "Heard you've been having a terrible time these past few days?"

The police chief sighed, "Yes, unprecedentedly terrible. I never felt that dealing with these gangs was a troublesome thing before."

"But Lans's appearance broke some inherent, stereotypical cognitions I had about gangs."

"His speed is very fast, his methods are very vicious, and there are no flaws that can be left for me."

"That driver, the train driver, committed suicide in the detention room this morning."

The person in the receiver chuckled twice, "Sounds indeed very terrible, come over for a drink?"

Hearing this suggestion, the police chief was obviously moved. He thought about it, there was no other work left, so he said "Good," then used his shoulder to prop up the receiver, stood up, packed his things, and said, "I'll be there immediately."

He put down the phone, packed the things on the desk, hesitated, and still brought the holster.

Just as he thought, he now had some stress reaction to Lans's existence, God knows if he would encounter trouble or encounter sudden events.

He would put his pistol in the office when he got off work before, because he basically couldn't use it at all, but now, he felt it was safer to carry this thing.

Afterward, he told his secretary and drove away.

About twenty minutes later, he met the new director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation who had been in office for two years at his old friend's house.

After taking off his coat, the two hugged, then entered the living room.

The room was very warm, the heating was turned on very high, this was the life only rich people could enjoy.

No matter what they used as fuel to burn, for a whole winter, the boiler in this house wouldn't stop. Every winter, for about four to five months, they would burn about three hundred to four hundred dollars in heating fees.

This was already close to half a year's income for an ordinary person.

But they, just used it for heating.

"You have to come over and help me.", the FBI director shouted. The police chief followed him over.

"The barbecue is already roasted, you take it to the dining table, I'll go get the wine."

After he assigned the work, he went to another room, a room specifically used for collecting wine. He had several wine cabinets, filled with all kinds of wine.

The police chief used a special tool to take the grill out of the oven, then placed it on a small barbecue grill with a heating function in the restaurant, and then he got some side dishes.

Vegetables, onions, some things that could relieve greasiness, as well as ketchup, salted lemon, and sour cucumber.

These were necessary things when eating barbecue, as well as vegetable salad.

Not long after, the FBI director walked out carrying two bottles of wine from inside, as well as two cups and an ice bucket.

"Brandy or whiskey?", he placed the ice bucket on the dining table between the two. The police chief looked at the whiskey, "Eating barbecue today, whiskey."

The FBI director opened the bottle of whiskey that hadn't been unpacked, put ice cubes in the two cups, and then poured the wine.

They were old friends, had known each other for a long time, and when they were young, they had the same dreams. With time, experience, their dreams were also changing, and interestingly, their dreams were still highly overlapping until now, after experiencing many changes—possessing higher power.

Perhaps it was precisely because their worldviews and cognition of society always remained consistent that they had always been good friends.

The police chief wasn't polite at all. He directly used his hand to take a piece of beef rib that was sizzling with oil from the barbecue grill.

The bone and meat were easily separated completely. A layer of fat and a layer of beef on the thick beef rib, just looking at it made people unable to help drooling.

"I've been hungry for a day, eat something to cushion my stomach first.", he said, and then bit a large mouthful on the beef rib without any image.

The roasted fat was torn apart in an instant, and those soft and rotten beef couldn't stop his tearing. Soon a large piece of beef with fat entered his mouth.

The natural fragrance of beef fat and a faint milky taste, accompanied by the unique taste of spices and the unique fragrance of the meat itself, produced a subtle chemical reaction in the mouth, simply impossible to describe in words!

Especially those fats, and the meat close to the fat, just sip it, and it could turn into juice, of course it might also be grease, but this was too delicious!

He picked up a small piece of salted lemon and a small section of sour cucumber and threw them into his mouth, chewing together with the meat. The slight greasy discomfort that had just risen was suppressed in an instant.

Eat a large mouthful of meat, then come with a mouthful of refreshing vegetable salad, sour and sweet, it could only be said to be a kind of enjoyment!

The two raised their glasses to clink, the cold whiskey wasn't spicy, and it could even be said that there wasn't much feeling in the process of drinking into the stomach.

After putting down the cup, the police chief finally sighed heavily, "I feel like I've come back to life."

The FBI director laughed, "This is too exaggerated, or did Lans give you too much pressure?"

The police chief curled his lips, "Both, Lans is not an easy person to deal with. He is completely different from the gang leaders I have contacted in the past. I can't even find an example that can be used to describe him."

"I don't know who he is like, he is not like anyone, he is himself, unique, which I haven't encountered before."

"Roland (FBI director), he will become your big trouble!"

As an "insider," the police chief actually knew some inside information, for example, the federal government planned to clean up the rampant gang problem after the war, and this problem would be handed over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, which was the "Director Roland" in front of him, to be responsible. This would be a very arduous "war."

He called this work a "war," not exaggerating its difficulty, but stating a fact.

Like the five major gang families in the Federation, they weren't just simple gangs, and there were quite a few political spokespersons behind them speaking for them, including members of Congress.

To deal with them, it wasn't just dealing with them themselves, but also those politicians behind them, as well as the capital in their own hands, and some friends in society.

The federal government might not have thought that they would develop so fast and infiltrate so deeply in the process of letting gangs develop. Now wanting to pull them out would become extra troublesome.

Roland wasn't hit, but instead smiled and said, "Only then is it more interesting, isn't it?"

"And I believe I will solve these troubles."

"No matter what forces are behind them, who are there, the federal government and Congress will ultimately stand on my side."

The police chief nodded and said, "What you said has no problem, but I am very worried about yourself."

"Those gangs are all crazy, just look at Lans's group."

"They directly killed their opponents at the entrance of the police station, and that driver committed suicide this morning. Before committing suicide, he met the lawyer his family hired for him."

"I suspect this lawyer brought him the suicide order given by Lans. After the lawyer left, he returned to his detention room and chose to commit suicide."

Although this matter had been handled very quickly, but now that he said it, the police chief was still somewhat uneasy.

"They have no law in their eyes at all, won't follow the law, and don't know how to fear the law. Dealing with them is not a simple matter, Roland, it's possible they will directly deal with you."

Director Roland performed very calmly, it could be said that there was still some very special demeanor, temperament, "If you, I, people like us who have been given a special mission don't dare to deal with these gangs."

"Can you expect others to deal with them?", Director Roland shook his head. He used a small knife to cut the beef on the dining plate in front of him.

Put the cut beef and onions and sour cucumbers together, and put them into his mouth.

After chewing a few times, he continued, "This is our mission!"

The police chief smiled bitterly, "This is why I am just a police chief, and you are already the FBI director. You can go further than me."

To this, Roland just responded with a smile. It wasn't that he really went further than the police chief, it was just that his purpose was stronger.

There were also people who said he was a madman, always doing those things that looked somewhat abnormal, whether it was dirty work or tiring work, he did it all.

Just to climb higher!

Now that he finally had such an opportunity, he certainly wouldn't give up. He wouldn't treat the Federal Bureau of Investigation as his limit. He wanted to go to a higher place, he needed to better show his value.

Watching his good friend seem to have had an awakening, the police chief reminded, "The Lans family and the Perez family will definitely have a comprehensive fight after the war. You can completely let them fight, and after they are both beaten, then go to deal with them."

"You can even consider introducing more gang forces to make their fight involve a wider range."

Roland nodded, "This is a good suggestion, I will consider it carefully."

The two ate barbecue, drank wine, and chatted about their work, as well as some rumors in New Jincheng, or secret news in the federal government.

This was just an ordinary gathering, but it wasn't so ordinary.

Roland once again firmly remembered the name "Lans White" in his heart, treating him as an opponent worthy of his attention.

At the same time, he also thought of the news sent back by the branch in Jingang, that the Lans family had completely infiltrated every aspect of Jingang and even Licalai State.

Whether it was the City Hall, the State Government, or the City Police Department or the State Police Department, from top to bottom, almost all were their people, or had a deep relationship with them.

So much so that it had been two years, and they couldn't collect much criminal evidence related to the Lans family, and didn't dare to collect it.

Not only were the government on the surface and the law enforcement departments colluding with Lans, even ordinary citizens seemed to support Lans very much.

The work of the entire Jingang branch had no progress at all.

This was an opponent worthy of being faced squarely.

Approaching the end of the year, all kinds of things also started to become strange.

After all, it was the end of the year, people always had some special emotions for the last month.

They hoped their children could return for a family reunion—this mainly referred to poor people, rich people never worried about this.

Also because federal people would return to the places where they lived, various folk group organizations in New Jincheng also became extra active.

For example, recently the Workers' Party was also promoting. They distributed leaflets on the street, calling for more people to pay attention to or join the Workers' Party, to speak for themselves.

The establishment of the Workers' Party didn't bring more or better power or influence to the labor union. On one hand, it was because the war was relatively tense, and on the other hand, the Workers' Party was like a joke to the people now.

They didn't have any seats in Congress, nor did they have any people like governors or mayors join the Workers' Party, or people of their own win the election.

So although they were established in a short time and looked very busy, the feeling they gave people wasn't very good.

Only after they won a governor, and then had at least a few seats in Congress, could they be considered to have truly stepped onto the political stage.

If they couldn't do these, then the Workers' Party was no different from some fraternities and sororities in schools.

As for how to let their people win in the election, then naturally it was to win over voters and continue to expand publicity.

Lans's vehicle moved slowly on the road. The snow on the ground made the ground somewhat wet and slippery. Along the way, he had already seen several car accidents caused by the failure of braking on the ice.

The vehicle continued to move forward. This was the downtown area of New Jincheng, and also the center of the federal "vision."

You won't have anyone pay attention to your encounter if you hold a sign in the countryside, but if you hold a sign here, someone will definitely notice you.

Many reporters also liked to wander around here. They could always find some peculiar news, some of which indeed had very high reporting value.

The motorcade passed another intersection again, and then slowly stopped on the side of the road.

In the distance, a large group of people holding anti-war signs were gradually walking in. They almost completely occupied the road, and vehicles couldn't pass.

Those walking at the very front constantly waved their fists, loudly shouting their slogans for marching and protesting.

There were quite a few reporters around constantly filming them, or interviewing some of the participants who participated in the march.

Lans saw some of the names that Senator Cleveland was thinking about. These people were "social activists," and they could also be seen as "non-partisan opinion leaders." To put it more colloquially, they were public intellectuals with a stance.

Taking money to do things, that was what these people were talking about.

Because they had relatively professional backgrounds, as well as a certain amount of fame and social influence, there would always be some people who firmly believed that what they said was the truth.

These people were also using their influence on society to seek profit from it.

In the past, their employers were often different enterprises and politicians.

And now, there were some more foreign forces.

Regarding who gave them money and let them say what, these people didn't care. What they cared about were only whether that money could be put into their own pockets, and whether they could gain more attention and greater influence from this matter!