Chapter 1138: Director Roland's Big Trouble

Director Roland's Big Trouble

Everyone is concentrated on the open space outside the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The people Director Roland brought himself stand around with guns to prevent people from leaving, while also monitoring the people here.

Director Roland takes that guard and makes him look at everyone one by one to see if that person who poisoned is among these people.

It seems as if Bob is dead, and finding this person who poisoned has lost its meaning, but in terms of shirking responsibility, it can still be done.

And there is actually another problem here, because the person who poisoned is a person wearing a Federal Bureau of Investigation uniform. Once this news spreads, and this person hasn't been caught, he will become even more passive.

Some people don't know the truth, only knowing what others say, and they say whatever they say.

But some people know the truth, but they will pretend not to know. Whatever others say, they also say.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation director cannot even manage his own team, and even a "traitor" appears within the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Even if he can solve the fact that there was actually no communication of any key information between him and Bob.

A director, a director of a law enforcement department, cannot even manage his own internal affairs, and such an astonishing loophole appears. How can people believe he can manage the increasingly important Federal Bureau of Investigation well?

His complexion is iron-blue. He knows very well that this matter cannot be separated from Lanse and Senator Cleveland and those people. Only by finding this person who poisoned and trying every means to dig out the information he wants from his mouth can this matter be perfectly resolved.

His unkind gaze looks at everyone, as if these people are all likely to be the perpetrators of the poisoning, and all likely to be traitors hidden within the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Now he is not sure whether this person was brought by him from other places, or local, or... someone is pretending.

If this case is a very ordinary case, then someone pretending is clearly the best statement and investigation result. But this case is not ordinary; it must be figured out.

Many people don't know what happened, and there is still a lot of work to do in the investigation bureau, but Director Roland, this big director, said so, so they can only follow suit.

People stand in the sun a bit impatiently. The sun in early September still has huge power, and some people have already begun to wipe sweat.

That guard also knows he has caused big trouble. He looks very carefully, his eyes injured and sharp, as if to pierce everyone he makes eye contact with.

He walks very slowly and looks very seriously. In the process of constantly observing the facial features of everyone, the somewhat blurry appearance in his mind is also constantly blurring, changing, and even at this moment, he can no longer fully remember what that face looked like!

This is a very terrible thing, but he doesn't dare to say it. At this moment, even if that person really stood in front of him, he might hesitate, waver, and doubt whether it is this person.

He, full of sweat, checks every agent under Director Roland's tangible gaze. After two hours, he finally lowers his head and says, "He is not here."

"Are you sure?"

The guard sighs, "He might have already left after poisoning. From the time he entered to you coming, there was a total of seven or eight minutes."

This time is enough for that guy to calmly walk downstairs and then slowly leave the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

"Fuck!", Director Roland curses again. He glances sideways at those agents standing in the sun, "Go back to work!"

Having received the order to disband, all agents walk toward the office building with a swoosh, leaving only Director Roland, hands on hips, standing in the sun, staring at the guard.

He points to the guard's nose, "Go back, pack your things, and then hand over your damn certificate and weapon to the office. You are fired!"

The guard is stunned for a moment, and a look of terror immediately appears on his face. At this moment, he has forgotten his fear of Roland and chases after him, saying, "You can't do this!"

"I can't?", Director Roland pushes the guard who is close to him, "If you say this kind of thing to me again, I will suspect you are in the same group as that person who poisoned!"

The guard, who originally wanted to explain something, pauses. He looks at Director Roland in disbelief and finally chooses silence. He accepts this condition.

He knows very well the internal interrogation work of the Federal Bureau of Investigation; it is absolutely not as gentle as they claim to the outside world.

Director Roland is a pragmatist. He doesn't care about torture or not. As long as he can get the news he is interested in, they have even cut off the fingers of a bad-luck guy with gardening shears.

If Director Roland thinks he is an accomplice of those people, in order to fabricate evidence, he will definitely die miserably!

He takes a step back, his face full of despair and unwillingness, but there is no way.

Director Roland returns to his office and finds a confidant he trusts, "Keep an eye on that guard. I want to know where he went and who he met after leaving here."

"Also, bring a few more people, let people keep an eye on the people he has contacted, and investigate his recent income situation, bank deposits, whether he has spent money lavishly, etc."

His confidant looks at him with a very serious expression, "Do you suspect he is in the same group as those people?"

Director Roland doesn't speak, just silence. Whether he suspects or not, whether it is or not, it actually doesn't matter that much. Some of his thoughts were not told to others.

His confidant sees that Director Roland didn't answer, just treating it as his current mood being very low and unwilling to answer, and subsequently took this task and left.

After everyone left, Director Roland walked to the window, looked at the not-so-lively old city outside the window, and lit a cigarette.

"Is it you?"

"Lanse."

At this moment, the only person in his heart who could possibly do this thing was Lanse, who was in the same old city as him.

Now his career has reached a critical moment. If this step goes wrong, or if he doesn't persist later, then his dream will very likely end here.

He will not accept this result. He still has a beautiful future and dreams waiting for him to realize; he cannot fall.

He takes a deep breath. In the looming reflection in the glass window, there is his figure. Behind him, there seems to be a pair of eyes staring at him.

What happened within the Federal Bureau of Investigation has already spread. When Director Roland asked people to go to the open space, people already knew what happened.

Lanse also reported the news to Senator Cleveland for the first time.

"Now Bob is dead. Roland has already been unable to explain clearly whether he obtained any news from Bob. In the situation of death without proof, whatever Roland says will not be trusted by anyone."

"Senator, perhaps you can try to exert some more pressure on him."

Lanse's meaning is to let Senator Cleveland spread this news in New Jincheng. The speed of such news spreading in the political arena is very fast, and he doesn't need to spread it himself; he only needs to let Tom and these aides do it.

This is also the time to reflect their value. Usually, they have very rich interpersonal relationships in the political arena. At this time, he only needs to invite a few friends out, drink some wine, and chat about this matter in the form of idle chat—

"Have you heard?"

"Bob is dead!"

"What?"

"You don't know who Bob is?"

"Then I must tell you about it!"

Some simple interludes can spread the news, and those who receive this news will soon pass it on to people they think are more important.

When spreading the news, Tom will definitely choose two types of people. One type is people closely related to this matter, for example, their superiors, bosses, all of whom have some connection with the Perez family.

That is, some capitalists and politicians in the Freedom Party camp in the local area of Jincheng.

The second type is those political brokers who mainly sell news. They will quickly cash in on this news. Of course, it is not very valuable, but it can be exchanged for a limited favor.

Just like calling people they know who are related to this matter and giving them a "reminder" can exchange for a favor; this is still very worthwhile.

Senator Cleveland agrees with a smile, "Your actions are very fast. I remember we only talked yesterday."

Lanse laughs twice, "If the time drags too long, Roland might wake up and produce some changes that we cannot control, so I just did it today."

Senator Cleveland is very satisfied with Lanse's speed, "Then how do you plan to solve Roland?"

Lanse considers it, "This depends on Potter and those senators who support him, whether they can abandon him."

"If they are unwilling to abandon him, the cost of forcibly taking action against him is too high. Only when he is abandoned can he be finished off without any influence."

"After all, besides disgusting people, he cannot cause substantial harm to us yet."

Senator Cleveland thinks about it and also agrees with Lanse's point of view.

If he has huge harm to the entire interest group, then even if he is the president, he cannot escape that moment.

But his harm to this side is still very small now, and he himself is full of trouble. There is no need to let the contradictions between them and those Freedom Party people escalate again for such a small character.

"Then let's do it this way. Contact me if there is further news."

After ending the call, Senator Cleveland found several aides, Tom among them.

He told them everything Lanse said to him, and finally emphasized that they should spread it as soon as possible, letting more people know that Bob is dead.

"Bob is dead?", Mr. Potter is stunned when he hears this news while sitting in the car. He looks at his aide, a bit unable to believe what he heard.

"I talked to Roland on the phone in the morning, and he even promised me to send the person over. How did the person die?"

His aide also just got the news from other places. Potter's probability of winning the election is very high. In the eyes of some people, he is already the federal president.

There will always be people who want to curry favor with him, and these people, regardless of what news they heard or what things they obtained, as long as they think it is helpful for them to curry favor with Mr. Potter, they will take the initiative to come up.

Someone contacted Mr. Potter's aide and told him about this, so he knew.

He feels this matter is very critical, so he immediately came to report it.

Listening to the whole process narrated by his aide, and it is a process processed by Lanse's side, Mr. Potter's expression looks very strange.

He just finished a propaganda activity in the morning. He didn't go back; this is very normal. If he went back, went to the office, then he might have been able to receive Roland's call.

But now he hears these things from his aide's mouth, which makes him feel a very uncomfortable feeling.

Clearly he should have been the first to know, but now he hears it from others' mouths. Even if he understands this principle, he will also feel some annoyance.

Every superior is like this; they hope that in everyone's mind, they are always the first.

"You mean... Bob was poisoned to death in the Federal Bureau of Investigation branch by a Federal Bureau of Investigation agent who had already escaped?", although he tried his best to look at this matter objectively, when hearing this outrageous content, Mr. Potter's expression still couldn't hold up.

He sneers twice. This Roland always boasts about the importance of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and his control over the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He said that the Federal Bureau of Investigation would become the sharpest dagger in his, Mr. Potter's, hands, tearing open the defenses of all enemies.

Didn't expect that it hadn't even started yet, and problems appeared within them.

He no longer discusses this problem, even if his aide explains that all this is just rumors and not necessarily true.

But the concept of first impressions still plays an important role here quietly.

After returning to the office, originally Mr. Potter intended to rest for a while. He had other propaganda activities a bit later, but now he just wants to chat with Roland.

The phone is quickly connected. Mr. Potter, without waiting for Roland to say anything, asks, "I heard Bob is dead, in the few minutes after I requested you to send him over!"

One sentence blocks all the words Roland wanted to say in his throat, because this is a fact. No matter how it is explained, it is a fact.

I don't ask or care, Bob is alive and well, accepting your interrogation.

I let you send the person over, someone here needs him to speak, to confront, and the person dies immediately.

Everyone will have their own analysis and thoughts. No matter how Director Roland explains it, this matter has buried a thorn in Mr. Potter's heart.

He doesn't believe it would be such a coincidence, unless a traitor also appeared beside him.

But who the hell would betray a president to harm a Federal Bureau of Investigation director who hasn't truly risen yet?

Such a person, in the eyes of politicians at his level, is a small character, no different from a dog on the side of the road. Who would waste such resources and possible exposure to exchange for a small character?

Once a person falls into their own thinking, it is very difficult to walk out. Even if someone opens this thinking loop, it is very difficult.

Director Roland, after a long silence, says a "Sorry," "Mr. Potter, this matter is my full responsibility. I can swear by my family that I am also a victim."

"Bob is a very sensitive person. He holds a lot of key information. I had just detained him in the interrogation room and hadn't started interrogating him yet when rumors spread outside."

"Immediately after, such a thing happened. It is clearly someone wanting to frame me, Mr. Potter."

"This just proves a key point, that is, I made them feel fear!"

"Only in this way would they consider using such methods—framing, rumors, assassination, etc. —to create cracks between us, make me untrusted, and finally replace me."

"I will investigate some useful news to prove this point."

Mr. Potter, after listening to him say such a big pile of words, has his mood slightly eased. He thinks for a while and says, "Try to do it!"

He pauses, "Who do you think is framing you?"

Director Roland says the two names he wanted to say, "Lanse White, and Senator Cleveland."

"I have been preparing to investigate Lanse's criminal matters, and he also knows this point, so there is a contradiction between us, which gives him the motive."

"And the situation on the senator's side, I don't know much, but I believe it might have something to do with the general election, with political matters. You must know and understand it better than I do."

Mr. Potter's mood gets some relief again. Once talking about his general election problem, he begins to become calm and rational.

He thinks for a period of time and doesn't say anything, ending the call after a "I know."

Director Roland sighs heavily after putting down the phone. He uses both hands to stroke his forehead, combing his hair back with his hairline.

He knows that dealing with people like Lanse will have great resistance and challenges, but he didn't expect it to come so fast and so violently!

Lanse is completely different from those gangsters in the traditional sense. This is a different "complex"—politics, economy, capital, gangsters—these keywords that originally couldn't be connected together were finally blended together to become a terrifying thing.

It is not a gangster in the traditional sense; it is more like a... group that uses unscrupulous means to achieve its goals and uses interests as a bond!

This makes him feel heavy. This is an opponent he has never seen before. Even though he had made a lot of preparations before, he still felt strenuous when facing Lanse directly.

Now what he needs to do is to extract himself from this matter as much as possible and reduce the influence of the entire case on himself to the minimum.

In his mind, that... thought that he had recalled not long ago but was pressed down by him again rises up.

Sometimes those big figures don't need some real evidence; what they need is just a... reason, an excuse.

As long as these excuses are not too outrageous and can be justified, they will accept them.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1139 =====