Chapter 1112: Strategic Weapons and Warehouses

Strategic Weapons and Warehouses. Recalling what happened during this time was definitely not an easy thing for young Porter, and the key was that he couldn't recall it at all!

"I... I don't know!" He held his head and closed his eyes tightly, seemingly trying hard to recall what had happened last night.

After a good while, he still shook his head, having gained nothing. "I don't know."

"I don't remember. I seem to have had a dream. In the dream, I tore something apart like a beast. I can't remember anything else at all."

Young Porter's father glanced at him and then looked at his own people. "Is anyone watching his friends?"

His assistant nodded. "People have already been arranged."

As a member of a top political family, he couldn't not know that these friends of young Porter were highly suspicious, but keeping them behind was useless.

If it really was one of them who did it, then this person, or even a few people, must have already prepared for a confrontation.

Interrogation would most likely yield nothing, and the most important thing for such a scandal right now was to cover it up, rather than letting it erupt into greater public attention.

So he let young Porter's unreliable lackey friends leave, while also having people watch them, to record who they met after leaving here, what they roughly said, and their whereabouts.

Only after confirming that they were all innocent would he relax his vigilance against them.

Now, the people watching had a new task: "Tell them to pay attention and see if they have any knives or daggers on them. If they do, bring those things back."

As for how to get those things from them, his assistant had plenty of ways, or rather, the people behind him who did the dirty work had plenty of ways.

Not finding the murder weapon was always a trouble, and it might even be a big trouble. He glanced at young Porter again, pointed at him, his eyes carrying a trace of rare ferocity.

"Before your grandfather is elected, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Young Porter knew he had caused big trouble, so he didn't dare to act recklessly and could only nod in agreement.

The scene was quickly cleaned up. They also invited professionals to clean the scene. It took three or four hours before young Porter's father wiped away everything related to the murder case here.

He stood in the courtyard, sighed heavily, looked around, and lit a cigarette. "Is there anything we haven't noticed?"

His assistant shook his head. "I've already handled the places I could think of. I can't guarantee there are absolutely no omissions, but even if there are, they won't be of any use."

This assistant was once a criminal police officer in the police department, and he was the one in charge, having investigated many criminal cases.

Later, because of some private matters—after all, police officers are also human and have human anger and desires—he eventually left the police force and joined the Porter family, becoming a staff member working for them.

With his professional experience and skills, he believed he had handled it very cleanly.

Over these years, the Porter family had relied on him to handle quite a few scenes, and so far, there hadn't been any slip-ups. This was also the reason young Porter's father trusted him.

Everything looked perfect, which made young Porter's father breathe a sigh of relief. "Let's go."

The group got into the car, and the motorcade slowly left the villa, as if they had never appeared.

In fact, they didn't know that all of this had already been filmed.

But these things wouldn't be released yet. It was like a truth: if it was just a truth, it wouldn't bring too much of an impact to people.

But if someone lied about this truth, then the impact would be huge.

After returning home, young Porter's father contacted Mr. Porter and told him about what happened at the villa.

"I think I should still communicate this with you. I've already handled it cleanly on my end, but whether to do this or not depends on your decision."

Young Porter's father was also called young Porter before, until his son was born.

In fact, even Mr. Porter himself was once "young Porter." This was just a form of address, a label, a label centered on the surname. It didn't actually represent anything.

Mr. Porter listened quietly to his son telling him about these things that had happened, and he had a headache. "It's already at a critical moment. The results will be out next week. If these things he did are exposed at this time, it will definitely have a huge impact on the voting results."

The family factor holds a very special status in the social environment of the Federation. If you can't even manage your own family well, people won't believe you can manage thousands upon thousands of families well—families that have nothing to do with you.

And if young Porter gets into trouble at this time, people will quickly focus on him. Mr. Porter knew very well that the more it was like this, the more extreme the methods of the media, public opinion, and his opponents would become.

They would put young Porter under the spotlight and observe him with a microscope.

An ordinary person has many problems, let alone someone like young Porter who was born into a powerful family. Soon, his small problems would be magnified and eventually become evidence pointing to Mr. Porter's lax family management, causing him huge negative evaluation.

So, after thinking for a moment, his idea was the same as his son's. "Suppress this matter for now, keep his friends under control, and you handle the victim's side."

"It's August soon. The election results will be out in more than three months. After I am sworn in as President, we will handle this matter."

"If it was just an accident, a young man partying too hard and making a mistake that many people would make, then we'll find a way to make up for their losses, and then teach that bastard a lesson."

"He should take on the responsibility of being a member of the Porter family and shouldn't live every day like those pieces of trash, not knowing what he's living for."

"But if it wasn't an accident, you have to be prepared that we will lose him."

Upon hearing this, young Porter's father had no emotional fluctuations. Although he only had one son, he had daughters, nephews, and brothers and sisters.

He wasn't Mr. Porter's only son, so losing a third-generation heir had no impact on the entire family. Moreover, he could completely have another one, or even several.

As long as power, status, and wealth were not lost, one child or two children—to these people, to this type of person—were all unimportant.

"Should he be sent to the electric chair?" he asked.

Mr. Porter said "no" several times in a row. "Why would you think that?"

"We are his elders after all. He won't die, but he will go to jail—twenty years, thirty years, I don't know. That depends on how the judge rules. And what I'm saying is 'possible'."

"The development of the matter won't necessarily be that bad."

"Contact me if there is further news. Also, keep an eye on your son; don't let him cause me any more trouble. Do you understand?"

Young Porter's father nodded. "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, he sat there smoking for a while, then took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned his collar, took a whip from the drawer, and walked toward the room where young Porter was being grounded.

Mr. Porter's campaign was the top priority right now. At such a critical moment, this bastard had actually caused such big trouble. He could be very calm on the surface, but the anger in his heart was erupting like a volcano! On the other side, Lanse properly placed a sharp, integrated dagger into a glass box, where it was suspended by two very thin ropes, and then sealed it to ensure that the grease on its surface wouldn't oxidize rapidly over time.

Besides these things, there were also photos from the room at the time, photos of the deceased, and photos of young Porter holding the weapon with red eyes, riding on top of the girl.

Although it wasn't necessarily all cut by him, photos couldn't be faked.

In the Federation, there are three relatively important standards for the filing of criminal cases. The first is the body.

If there is a body, then the police department and the prosecutor's office will start the procedure to file a case for investigation. If there is no body, it is a missing person case.

Behind the two or three hundred thousand missing person cases in the Federation every year are often some hair-raising guesses. However, it is precisely because there is no body, coupled with the "spirit of freedom" that the Federation society has always touted, that makes many people think their children are still alive, just pursuing their own spirit of freedom.

In fact, during this period, the Federation also had quite a few literary and film works expressing such thoughts. In these literary creations, those young people who resisted the rigid, conservative, and feudal ways became idols for their peers in society.

In many cities, especially places where the economy is relatively developed and art is relatively popular, some underground "exchange meetings" have begun to appear.

Young people exchange their dissatisfaction with this world and this society here, and there are even some small groups.

They are not gangs; they are just a group of young people with a spirit of freedom and rebellious psychology who resist the mainstream and resist society.

Their existence also seems to solve some social problems from the side. At least the parents of those families who lost their children will comfort themselves. They will tell themselves that their children are not dead, just left their embrace to embrace a new life.

But as long as there is a body, it is definitely not running away from home; it is murder.

The second element is having a motive.

In the Federation judicial system, motive is a very important element. If a person has no reason to kill another person, then the case basically won't be established.

For example, a certain tycoon was once linked to the deaths of several beggars. Some people claimed they had seen the tycoon contact these beggars, and later the beggars were found dead in the suburbs, shot in the back.

The tycoon hired a very good lawyer. The lawyer only asked a few questions, and the case was stopped directly.

He asked the jury and the judge: a tycoon with social status, influence, and popularity, who often does charity, what need does he have to kill a group of beggars? What reason does he have to do so?

Sometimes one person killing another person might be for money, might be because of conflicts between each other, or might be because of feelings. There must always be a motive.

But a kind rich person has no reason to kill a group of beggars. The judge and the jury thought the lawyer's statement was fine, and in the end, the tycoon didn't have to be responsible for this.

As for whether he did it, maybe some people have some thoughts in their hearts, but the law doesn't support it.

And the third element is the murder weapon.

In court, why the criminal suspect killed the victim and with what is the most core thing.

Although it is not as important as the first two elements, if there is a murder weapon and the criminal suspect's fingerprints are on the murder weapon, then it can undoubtedly become a very key piece of evidence, or even decisive evidence.

The integrated dagger in Lanse's hand has the girl's blood on it, as well as young Porter's fingerprints. With current technology, it can be completely extracted.

Now that there is a body, there will soon be a motive, and coupled with this murder weapon, with Senator Cleveland's ability, not to mention influencing judicial justice, keeping the judiciary fair is still something that can be done.

As long as the judicial process is not interfered with, then young Porter will definitely be locked up. When that time comes, Mr. Porter will be very passive.

Doing these things is not very difficult, but one still has to wait a bit.

Even if Senator Cleveland didn't tell Lanse, Lanse knew that one still had to wait a bit—wait until the list of internal nominations for the Freedom Party comes out, and after Mr. Porter becomes the Freedom Party's nominated presidential candidate.

Once the election starts to go through the process, political propaganda, and political investment speculation begin, the entire Federation's political arena will revolve around these presidential candidates, just like three high-speed cars without brakes, only able to move forward, unable to stop.

Now these cars haven't started yet. If problems appear, they can still stop, and there is a plan to replace parts. But this is not what Senator Cleveland wants.

Only when the cars can't stop, and then these problems are exposed, will they desperately press this matter down.

Otherwise, it's not just that important parts in the car will have problems; what's worse is that the car will be destroyed and people will die! The car will be finished, and the people sitting in the car will also be finished!

For the safety of the car, for the safety of the passengers, they will join forces to press this matter down tightly!

They pressed this matter down, allowing their car to continue to gallop on the road of the general election, which means that when this case is exposed, it will cause a greater reaction! Everyone sitting in this car will be whipped and interrogated by the underclass of society, because they are all insiders. Not only did they not solve this case, but they helped the President cover it up.

This will be a "bomb" with huge power. As long as it is used properly, even if Mr. Porter really becomes "President Porter," it can easily overturn him.

It is a strategic weapon.

Now, the switch for this strategic weapon is in the hands of Lanse and Senator Cleveland.

At the same time, in an old factory in the old city district that has been completely abandoned, several bodyguards wearing dark clothes, almost blending into the surrounding environment, are standing in the messy corners of the factory, watching the several roads leading to the factory.

The scale of the old city is very large. If it weren't for geographical factors and the relocation of industrial industries, the development here would only be better than it is now.

Of course, it's not bad now, actually.

People's requirements for the environment are getting higher and higher. Some heavy-polluting industries and chemical plants moved out of the old city early on, leaving behind many such old factory sites here.

The value and cost of their continued use have exceeded the price of the land itself, so basically, no one is willing to take over these old sites.

Especially some factories with a history of heavy pollution—God knows if they will dig up buried pollution sources when they demolish these factories and re-dig the foundation. By then, it will only become more troublesome and cost more money.

So simply, no one accepts them, and these places have gradually been completely abandoned, with not even people coming and going.

One of the Perez family's warehouses is right here.

Building the warehouse in such a remote place is mainly because there is a small factory under the warehouse. They extract some substances from Maple Kite Grass here to make their most important products.

The planting, transportation, sale, and use of Maple Kite Grass are strictly restricted. According to the provisions of federal law, such large-scale planting, transportation, and extraction are not allowed.

So this is an illegal business, so finding a reliable, safe, and remote place for it is not so strange.

Several security guards carrying rifles returned to the duty room from outside. The supervisor in the duty room immediately frowned. "There are still twenty minutes before the shift change. You should be standing outside now, not sitting here!"

He knocked on the table, very dissatisfied. The recent war between the Perez family and the Lanse family has made everyone nervous. The family has already required them to strictly strengthen security and patrols to ensure that this place will not be discovered and destroyed by people from the Lanse family.

It might be that they have lived a comfortable life for too long. Some time ago, they could still insist on returning only when the time was up, but these past few days, they have been a bit unable to stand it.

The temperature is too high, coupled with the sun, it is indeed a bit unbearable.

The security guards shirked their responsibilities, saying there are still many security guards on duty outside, and missing a few of them won't cause any problems.

These few people are from the main branch of the Perez family, but they don't even count as a branch, but among the low-level gang members, they have their own unique status.

This is like a big company. When a low-level employee is a relative of the president, it is difficult for his superior to truly treat everyone equally.

After scolding a few times with no effect, the supervisor didn't continue to say anything.

Just as they said, there are still many people outside, with so many pairs of eyes watching, no accidents will happen.

This warehouse and factory are very hidden. These security guards even only know that there is a warehouse here, and they don't know that under the warehouse, there is a factory.

The sky gradually darkened, and the heat of the day gradually faded. The security guards who returned from the shift change outside sat together, starting to look forward to the food at night...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1113 =====