Chapter 1100: Order

The mayor stood up and sat down restlessly, he kept approaching the window to look outside, and quickly returned to his chair to sit down.

He kept repeating these actions.

He had already heard the gunshots, and he had inquired about a bit of what was happening through some channels—people of the Peileisi family were being attacked! The people he inquired about who were attacked, added together, were about seven or eight; he believed this definitely wasn't all, just a part.

This definitely wasn't a good piece of news for him; as the "Boss" of this city, he and the Peileisi family could be said to be partners to a certain extent.

He provided necessary protection for the Peileisi family; of course, the actual significance of this protection wasn't particularly great, as they also had senators they knew in the Congress to speak for them.

But it couldn't be said that it was of no use at all; after all, in the environment of a mayor system, if the mayor decided to go against them, the Peileisi family's days wouldn't be very comfortable either.

Of course, the mayor's own days wouldn't be very comfortable either, so they chose cooperation, a way for everyone to live comfortably.

Then as a partner mayor, he felt a bit tricky about what was happening now.

From multiple aspects.

First was that the city's public security might quickly deteriorate; he hadn't experienced gang wars himself, but he had heard others talk about them.

Every day there would be exchanges of fire in the city, and there would be gunshots everywhere, especially at night.

The city's public security would collapse, ordinary people's lives would be seriously affected, and social order would continue to deteriorate; for him, the mayor of this city, this would be his huge responsibility.

He needed to take on these responsibilities, so he didn't like such things happening in his city.

Secondly, would his cooperation with the Peileisi family leave any evidence or something?

If the Peileisi family left evidence of their cooperation with him, once the Peileisi family failed in this gang war, would this evidence fall into the hands of their enemies? Would they use this evidence to blackmail and extort him?

These were all things that could happen! He now found it very hard to sit down calmly and wait for the development of things; he told himself he must do something to deal with the situation that might continue to deteriorate, but he didn't know what to do or what he could do.

Not long after, a knock on the door sounded. He returned to behind his desk and sat down, took a deep breath, and made himself look calmer. "Come in."

The big-bearded chief walked in from outside with a slight bend in his waist.

As the police chief of this city, his appointment was directly appointed by the mayor; the mayor could directly dismiss his work at any time and then replace him with someone he felt could take on the responsibility.

When the mayor called the big-bearded chief and asked him to come over, the big-bearded chief's situation was actually about the same as the mayor's situation now.

Restless.

But he had to come to face the mayor; in this city, there were two things he had to face.

The mayor.

Fran.

"I have heard more than one gunshot all morning, and it was very dense. Can you tell me what is happening in my city?", the mayor was obviously very annoyed, and his tone was also very angry, very impolite.

There was a feeling of accusing the chief of inaction; he naturally had the qualification to do so, and doing so could also release the huge pressure he was currently bearing.

His pressure was released, but the big-bearded chief's pressure increased. He looked up at the mayor slightly, then brought a kind of difficult smile. "People of the Peileisi family were attacked."

"Attacked by whom?", the mayor pursued very quickly; it could be said that the moment the big-bearded chief finished his words, he couldn't wait to pursue, not giving the big beard any time at all.

The big-bearded chief thought for a while and said, "I heard it was the Lanse family."

"The Lanse family!", the mayor repeated this keyword. "How could a gang from out of town carry out large-scale attacks locally?"

"Could it be that you didn't discover that so many outsiders entered this city?"

"Chali, I very much doubt your ability to work; even if it were a dog in your position, it could sniff out who is one of our own and who is not."

This was typical rhetoric carrying some insults. Chali had been a yes-man for a long time; he was already accustomed to being insulted by the mayor or the Peileisi family.

However, deep in his heart, he still hated these people very much.

People definitely have self-esteem, and also hope that others can respect their independent personality, and his current job just happened to make him unable to do this.

His silence made the mayor even more dissatisfied. "What you need to do now is not sit opposite me and keep your mouth shut, but tell me how you plan to handle this matter."

The big-bearded chief opened his mouth and said after about seven or eight seconds, "I will have more officers patrol the streets; if we encounter these people, we will arrest them."

The mayor stared into his eyes for a good while, and finally shook his head somewhat helplessly. "You know what I want to hear is not this."

The big-bearded chief immediately revealed an aggrieved expression. "Mayor, I am just a police chief; I am not any big shot, and I have no way to reconcile the conflict between the Peileisi family and the Lanse family."

"And you must know that some time ago, they deliberately let everyone know they attacked the Lanse family's transport team; it was they who provoked the war, not... the Lanse family."

He said this and realized his position might be a bit swaying, so he immediately closed his mouth.

The mayor's eyes became a bit dangerous. "I don't know anything about attacking the transport team; I only know that this is my city, and you are the guard of this city; you have to let it restore order and stability."

The big-bearded chief didn't agree immediately, but kept silent. After about thirty or forty seconds of silence, he said, "Mayor, is it really good for us to take sides so early?"

As a police chief surviving in the cracks, he knew very clearly some problems he was facing.

He couldn't offend the Lanse family, couldn't offend the mayor, so it was better to just make the words clear.

If the mayor dismissed his position, from one aspect, it was actually a good thing; this way he didn't need to offend anyone, and all the things that happened later had nothing to do with him.

As for whether the mayor would kill him?

He thought it wouldn't be very likely; even if the mayor really wanted to kill him, it wouldn't be the mayor himself killing him, but letting the Peileisi family do it.

He only needed to hide himself during this period, and after the Peileisi family was cleaned up by that group of Lanse people, he would be safe.

Others might not know what happened yet, but he knew that from the moment the gunshot rang in the Peileisi family manor, he knew that the shadow covering this city was being driven away, swallowed, and fused by another more powerful force! The mayor looked at the chief's eyes and they became even more unfriendly. After a while, he asked in a tone of deliberation, "Do you know something?"

The big-bearded chief said after weighing for a long time, "Fran was shot."

The mayor's expression, which had been constantly changing, froze in the look of "horror" in an instant; he was even so frightened that he stood up, staring at the big-bearded chief as if he couldn't believe the news his ears brought him.

"Fuck, what the fuck did you say?"

"Fran was shot?"

"Fuck!"

"Where did you get this news!"

The big-bearded chief didn't say that he had revealed a key piece of news to Lanse and the others; he just used the rhetoric that police officers like very much—"I have an informant"—to muddle through.

When he told Lanse that Fran had a small hobby, which was that when he was in a very good mood, he would go to the balcony to sunbathe and blow the wind, he was calculating what Lanse would do? He had many guesses, all of which pointed to Lanse directly assassinating Fran, until today's news of Lanse being attacked also spread in Old City, and he suddenly woke up.

Immediately after, the Peileisi family manor rang with gunshots, and immediately after, the entire manor was on high alert, but Baoluo quickly said nothing had happened.

Yet, Fran, who should have said something or shown his existence, didn't appear.

After synthesizing this information, he analyzed and reached this conclusion: Fran was shot, life or death unknown, so the Lanse family would start launching attacks at this time.

Those Lanse family gunmen disguised as police officers were too easy to be ignored; who could have thought that the gunmen of the hostile family would transform into local police?

Not only had they come into contact before, but they were also openly turning around in front of them every day, figuring out their daily schedules and such clearly? They couldn't know these, couldn't think of them, so when they encountered an attack, those police officers who showed smiles at them and might have even received black money from their hands suddenly turned their faces and drew their handguns; they couldn't react.

"This is a long-premeditated attack, Mayor; what we should do now is maintain order and stability, and then let them fight out a result."

"Please forgive me for speaking relatively directly; the Lanse family being able to take the initiative to attack the Peileisi family on a large scale shows that they have actually prepared to win this war."

Hearing these words, the mayor also fell into deep thought. His gaze wandered on the big-bearded chief. "Then in this cruel game, what kind of role did you play?"

"I don't believe you are an outsider; the Lanse family contacted you, right?"

"You provided some convenience for them; only in this way would Fran and the others ignore that the threat had already come to their side!"

His analysis was also very correct; when the police chief said so many words, it meant his butt had long been crooked.

A local favoring an outsider could only mean they had contacted before, and perhaps Lanse himself had promised and given the chief many benefits!

In this transaction, the mayor was excluded by them.

This made the mayor very annoyed! As the actual ruler of this city, the manager of the important law enforcement department under his hand had actually contacted someone who might be hostile behind his back, and even reached a transaction; this was something he couldn't accept.

His face was full of anger at being deceived and hidden, pointing at the chief's nose, "You are..."

That "dismissed from office" hadn't been said yet, when the phone ring on his desk rang.

The police chief sitting opposite him seemed to have a kind of expected relief, and at the same time a trace of helplessness; his shoulders were drooping, looking very disheartened.

The mayor picked up the phone. "This is the mayor's office..."

His expression changed a bit a few seconds later, somewhat surprised. "I know, but..."

His words hadn't been finished when they were interrupted again, and he could only listen quietly there, and then say some things like "good" or "I know" from time to time.

After three or four minutes, he put down the phone, equally helpless.

He opened the cigarette case, took a cigarette, lit it for himself, and squinted at the big-bearded chief sitting opposite him with dull eyes.

Since he took office, Chali had always been the police chief, and he used him relatively smoothly.

This guy was very smart, also very sensible, and very low-key.

No matter if it was his scolding or humiliation, he could treat it as if nothing had happened.

He also knew that the Peileisi family often teased the big-bearded chief, but he had never expressed anything; he felt... this was very normal.

Until this moment.

"Go back to work and maintain the city's public security and order for me."

"For those criminals, don't show mercy; once you discover them exchanging fire, committing crimes, arrest them all and throw them into prison!"

"I let you be this police chief, not to let you be someone's dog; even if it is a dog, it can only be the taxpayer's dog, understand?"

"If you can't do it!", the mayor pointed at the big-bearded chief with the hand holding the cigarette on the desktop, "I will dismiss you and then send you to prison."

The big-bearded chief didn't know who exactly was on the phone just now, or what was said, but he knew that a turning point seemed to have appeared!

His face was full of surprise, and he immediately stood up and gave a salute. "Obey, sir!"

"Get out!"

"Now!"

The big-bearded chief walked away happily; he had already guessed that the phone call must have been made by someone from Lanse's side, which also made him full of confidence in his "bet."

After he left, the mayor's mood also seemed to become much more stable. He walked to the window, watched the police chief drive his police car away from the city hall courtyard, his eyes somewhat deep.

The phone call just now came from the Secretary of State; the Secretary of State's meaning was for him to maintain a neutral attitude toward the gang fire exchange happening in Old City, and to let the city police take on their responsibilities and maintain the city's order and stability.

Arrest those who should be arrested, lock up those who should be locked up.

The Secretary of State also told him one thing: now three waves of people in the Congress had contacted him, asking him to maintain a neutral attitude toward the things happening here.

What does this explain? It explains that whether it was the Peileisi family, the people behind the Lanse family, or other forces, they were all pushing this matter.

In this city, the mayor is the undisputed ruler, but going further up, he is just a small character.

He couldn't always be the mayor, just as he couldn't always stay in this city without going out.

When facing irresistible forces from higher levels, he actually had no difference from the big-bearded chief; besides obeying, he didn't even have the qualification to resist, or even ask "why."

After the big beard returned to the police station, he immediately dialed a few phone calls and then contacted Lanse.

He had already felt that the change in the mayor's attitude must have a relationship with Lanse.

Now that there was a super thick thigh not to hug, when would he wait to hug? "Just now the mayor called me over; originally he intended to dismiss me, but a phone call came in, and then he changed his mind."

The big-bearded chief told what happened just now. Lanse listened quietly, and after he finished speaking, Lanse smiled and said, "This is very good; at least you didn't lose your job now, I have to congratulate you."

The big-bearded chief said bitterly, "Thanks to that phone call...", he said and paused, "Mr. Lanse, what should I do next?"

His attitude became lower; if even the mayor wasn't Lanse's opponent, then he, this police chief, should just honestly bow his head.

"Very simple, the next work is to arrange for my people to maintain order at the scene of the exchange of fire; they will handle these."

"As for someone being arrested, or someone being shot dead, I will arrange for people to write reports for you; you don't need to worry about this aspect of things."

"If you still don't understand these things, more simply put, it is everything as usual; you don't need to do anything special."

Hearing these words from Lanse, the big-bearded chief let out a breath slightly; at least he didn't need to stand out himself, and the chance of him becoming a target became much smaller.

At this time, a trace of curiosity also rose in his heart. "Mr. Lanse, Fran, he..."

Lanse didn't answer him directly, but after laughing twice, he used a tone that carried a kind of cheerfulness. "I hope God will like him!"

Done!

With this answer, the police chief already knew the general result.

After ending the call, he immediately began to arrange for police officers to take action, stop crimes, and make a fierce arrest.

Of course, considering the danger of going out now, he mainly sent out those new police officers, which gained him support from quite a few old police officers.

Going out to perform duties at this time, no one could guarantee whether it was the last time they performed duties in their lives! The city's riots were still continuing, but because of the addition of more police force, it seemed the scale of the riots was constantly decreasing.

At the same time, Baoluo, who had already rushed to the hospital, listened to his subordinates' reports with a dark face, while still waiting for the result of the surgery.

At this time, he also realized that this was the Lanse family's true "counterattack"! One move, and it made people hard to parry! ===== CHAPTER 1101 =====