Chapter 110: Not the time to open a blind box

Officer Felon has been working in the Port Branch for seven or eight years, and his house has also moved from the remote northwest corner of the city to a community near the city center.

Many people feel that the port is not a place with oil and water, the best branch should be the two branches in the city center, and the Bay Area branch.

But in fact, the oil and water here are not less at all.

Because there are many people here, and there are many various operators surrounding these workers.

In other places, they might charge thirty or forty dollars in safety guarantee fees from merchants, but in the port area, it is at most ten or twenty dollars.

Although the fee is halved, the number of business households here is astonishing, and everyone has very sufficient oil and water.

And the port is also the place where gray industries are most and most concentrated.

Those branches in the city center or the Bay Area, they dare not collect various regular fees in those nightclubs with big shots behind them.

But in the Bay Area, those bars, street girls, etc., must honestly pay money, otherwise they simply can't stay here!

Even if a woman only gives them one dollar a day, according to incomplete statistics, at least two thousand people in the port area are engaged in this kind of industry.

This does not include those who have not been counted, and are also paying money!

And they sometimes also use some other methods to blackmail those merchants. Of course, using the word blackmail is a bit excessive, it should be "negotiation."

Just five minutes ago, he intended to blackmail some tens of dollars from the boss of this what-is-it Wanli Labor Office, but now, he only hopes that he can leave safely.

Now is the craziest time for gangs. Not long ago, Poli used a submachine gun to sweep the street in broad daylight a few streets away, and until now he has not been punished, still sitting in his office smoking good cigarettes and drinking expensive wine.

This is the federation.

Fortunately, the young man sitting opposite him is not a lunatic like big Poli, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Lanse didn't quite understand why this Officer Felon was so nervous, but he still very politely opened the cigarette case on the table, signaling that he could smoke.

Looking at the cigarettes in the cigarette case, Officer Felon hesitated for a while, but still took one, and then took out a lighter, looking at Lanse.

Lanse paused for a moment, then smiled even more happily. He took the initiative to pick up a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and his hand looked like it was touching his pocket to find a lighter, but in fact, he was waiting.

"I have fire here." Officer Felon stood up, took the initiative to lean forward, and lit the lighter.

Lighters of this period are almost all kerosene lighters, and there will be a smell after opening. Some people don't like the smell of kerosene.

Lanse doesn't like it, he would rather carry matches on his body than let himself smell like kerosene.

But there are always some people who feel that this smell will make themselves more like a man, so they are very fond of kerosene lighters.

Lanse stood up, leaned forward slightly across the table, let the flame linger under the cigarette butt, took two puffs, and patted Officer Felon's hand. "Thanks."

Officer Felon also lit the cigarette in his mouth, and the two sat back. This didn't look like an interrogation at all, more like coming to contact feelings.

Taking a puff of smoke seemed to let Officer Felon's mood get a certain degree of relaxation. He deliberated and said, "Mr. Lanse, do you know Hammer?"

"A dock worker, someone said last night that your people were looking for him everywhere."

Lanse nodded. "Yes, I know this person, but I didn't find him either."

"You can go and ask, last night he beat my friend for no reason at the dock, causing him to have to go to the hospital for surgery."

"All the expenses add up to more than five thousand dollars, I want to find him to get this money back."

Officer Felon didn't expect there to be such a thing, this was something they didn't know, and hurriedly took out a notebook to roughly record the matter, as well as Elvin's situation.

"So you are looking for him because he beat your friend first, and then caused your friend to be injured, is that right?"

Lanse nodded and said yes. "After all, several thousand dollars, my friend... you know, the identity has some problems, so this money can't go through social security."

"Even if he can't give it all, at least he has to give us half, don't you say?"

"Many people saw this scene, you can just ask around and you will know."

Officer Felon nodded, he would verify it. "Mr. Lanse, Hammer is missing, some people feel that this might be related to you."

Lanse revealed a look of disdain. "This is typical slander. I am more eager than you to be able to find him. After all, that's five thousand dollars!"

"I think it is very likely that he ran away to avoid this matter. I heard that he doesn't have much money either."

Officer Felon wrote a few more strokes in his notebook. "So you haven't seen him."

Lanse nodded. "If any of you can provide me with clues, let me catch him, I will give him two hundred dollars."

"If you can send him to me, I will give him one thousand dollars."

"Whether it is you, your colleagues..." Lanse waved toward the police officer standing by the door, "or your friends and family, etc., all can take this reward from me."

Felon is not sure if Lanse really hasn't seen him, but he doesn't care much. Even if he is dead, so what?

Are there few headless cases in New Jincheng every year?

"Can I know where you were last night?"

Lanse simply said it. "At first I was working here, then I heard that my friend was seriously injured, so I went to the hospital."

"You can find the doctor at the hospital side, by the way, we also invited doctors from the Bay Area to perform surgery, they can testify for me."

"Later we never found Hammer, so we went back. These can be testified by my friends."

"Until you came to me now."

"By the way, if we never find him, I will sue him directly."

Officer Felon recorded the entire itinerary. In fact, these testimonies cannot be verified, because all the people he mentioned who can prove these words have more or less some connection with him.

He saw here and also knew that he couldn't ask anything from Lanse, and at the same time didn't want to continue to stay here, and then proposed to leave.

Lanse seemed to have remembered something at this time. "Sorry, I thought you would stay for a while, and even forgot to let them send two cups of coffee."

Officer Felon just prepared to explain something, Lanse pulled open the drawer, took out four five-dollar banknotes from inside, and put them on the table. "My problem, please go for a drink with your partner, the weather is too hot!"

Officer Felon essentially wanted to refuse, but he hadn't had time to say it, Lanse said first, "Don't rush to refuse, I know you are very hard working in the scorching sun, police is not an easy job."

"Those who sit in the office won't understand you, but I know these."

"The coffee in the coffee shop next door is not bad, you can try it."

Officer Felon looked back at his partner, the two looked at each other for a moment, he raised his eyebrows and made a look of "I can't do anything about you," "This... okay, thank you for your generosity, Mr. Lanse!"

Lanse reached out his hand. "You protect our safety, I treat you to a cup of coffee, who can say this is not appropriate?"

Officer Felon put the money into his pocket, and there were smiles on his face. "Yes, yes, no one can say anything."

Lanse shook his hand. "If there is further news, contact me at any time." He took a business card from the table and handed it over. "I am very familiar with many police officers, we are all very good friends, I think we can also become good friends."

Officer Felon had already completely understood Lanse's meaning, and also enthusiastically responded. "Definitely will!"

"Then..."

"We will continue to investigate first, Mr. Lanse, goodbye."

"Goodbye!"

The two left the office, Officer Felon's partner whistled. "He is a good person," looking at the twenty dollars.

Actually, Lanse didn't need to give them money, just those people who looked like gang members before made them understand that this was not the kind of small shop that could be blackmailed by them at will.

And the point that Lanse expressed that he was friends with many police officers could ensure that he also had someone who could speak for him in the police system.

Such a person who is not easy to mess with, but still gave them twenty dollars, this is not just a matter of money, this is decency!

Mr. Lanse is a decent person, so they also have to do it decently.

Officer Felon raised his eyebrows, holding the notebook in his hand. "So we have to determine if what he said is true, I also don't hope that there is one less good person and one more bad person in the port area."

As for those people who looked not easy to mess with, the weapons on the table, they didn't care at all.

This is the damn federation, the constitution allows people to hold weapons, if holding weapons is a crime, seventy percent of the federal people should be hanged!

The investigation of the matter went more smoothly than they expected. Many people saw the scene where Hammer beat Elvin, and some people saw Elvin being sent to the hospital by Lanse and them.

Officer Felon went to many places to inquire, and finally everyone said they didn't see Hammer, plus Lanse's people also went to Hammer's home to find Hammer, it looked like he indeed didn't have direct contact with Hammer.

Officer Felon brought some evidence and testimonies he obtained back to the police station, and then handed these things together with his conclusion to his superior.

This case was handled by a police sergeant. He finished reading the materials collected by Felon and asked, "So your point of view is that Hammer ran away?"

Felon nodded. "I heard from the hospital side, Lanse's friend has no medical insurance, the surgery fee and follow-up expenses are about five thousand two hundred dollars, he might have realized that he caused a big trouble, so he hid."

The sergeant put the file back in front of him and read it simply again. "A typical impulsive guy with no brain, now the consequences are beyond his bearing range."

He shook his head and put this file together with other files related to Hammer, and threw it into the file basket. "You go and tell his wife, if the victim wants to sue, if they can't afford the compensation, they might have to auction their house."

"It's best to let her find a way to contact Hammer, some things can't be avoided, have to face it."

No matter what happened to Hammer, ran away, or is already dead, the sergeant is clear about one point.

That is if there is no substantial evidence to prove that Hammer is dead, for example, finding his body, then this case will not rise to the standard of criminal filing.

The criminal case group doesn't join in, the follow-up of the case is always done by their ordinary police, and there are so many things in the port area every day, they can't arrange people to stare at this matter every day.

So it is very likely that this case will be like other headless cases, after dragging for a period of time, no one will pay attention to it again.

As for opening a blind box at Angel Lake for a bottom-level person?

Forget it!

Isn't it good to be alive? ===== CHAPTER 111 =====