Chapter 1140: Who Can Say Clearly Who Is Innocent?

Many people among those behind Lanse know Roland, in the newspapers.

After all, as a "hero of eradicating evil," Roland also had a moment of glory in the media.

Newspapers and magazines all reported the photos of this hero.

He is a very smart person. He didn't accept interviews from reporters, but reporters, through some other channels, dug out some deeds about Roland's past.

For example, his colleagues, those who were willing to accept media interviews and would not cause any direct impact on Roland, became Roland's "mouthpieces."

A relatively clear image appeared in front of people, a "crime buster." Ordinary people like this kind of person because the traits they show can bring a sense of security to ordinary people.

Just like people longing for a judge who can truly achieve fairness and justice, only in this way can they have a place to appeal when they are treated unfairly.

Having someone specifically fighting crime is also like this. The underclass society is always shrouded in various crimes.

The media's pursuit of Roland also made some people not so keen on him—local gangsters, including the bearded director, were all like this.

Although they were not keen on this person, they met together, and there was someone like Lanse, so it was a bit awkward.

Roland stared at Lanse for a few seconds and then walked toward him, his gaze falling on the bearded director beside him and those gang leaders.

"Your social ability indeed exceeds my imagination. Are these all your friends?"

Lanse looked back at these people behind him and then laughed, "All are contributions made for the stability of the city."

"You have your methods, and I have my methods. I have heard a sentence."

"There is no distinction between good or bad in work in society because they are all building this country. You cannot feel that you are a cut above others just because your work is better than others and has more power and influence."

These words made Roland stunned for a moment. After all, he was a true top student. His first reaction to hearing this sentence was that Lanse had copied it from somewhere.

He didn't think Lanse could say such words, but soon he realized that the core of this sentence was to mock himself.

He sneered, "I will remember these friends of yours." After pausing for a few seconds, "Let's chat."

Lanse turned to signal others to leave first, and then he and Roland returned to the room they had just been in.

There was still a little flame on the cigar on the table, but Lanse didn't pick it up again. He took out the yellowed ivory cigarette case and lit a cigarette for himself.

Director Roland noticed his cigarette case that looked a bit old and said casually, "This cigarette case seems to have significance to you."

His meaning was that Lanse was so powerful, and that cigarette case, although it looked like ivory, was no longer good-looking, and it wasn't well-maintained, but he still kept it. It must have been given by a special person or had special implications.

His purpose in saying this was just to do emotional paving for the following words, for example, "We all have people and things important to ourselves" and the like, to lead out the differences, and then see if he could get some relaxation on these issues.

Lanse looked at the cigarette case in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. He nodded, "If you say so, it indeed can be considered to have a little significance."

"A friend I knew gave it, but this friend was a bit...", he was looking for some suitable vocabulary in his mind to express what he wanted to express. Sometimes the expression of Esperanto was indeed quite incompetent, "... couldn't fulfill the responsibilities and obligations a friend should bear, and then he accidentally died."

Director Roland asked softly, "You did it?"

Lanse laughed twice, "Don't talk nonsense. He was a foreigner, and when he had an accident, I was still in the country."

Clearly, this path didn't work well. Director Roland stared at the changes in Lanse's expression, and after a few seconds, he decided to speak directly.

"You killed the person."

Lanse knew who he was talking about, but at this moment, he was in a dominant position and still held the initiative. He wouldn't play a round-robin game with him so foolishly.

"I said, when he died, I was in the country. I have an alibi. You can't slander others indiscriminately."

"You are a law enforcer, Director, and I also read the newspapers these past few days. Those reporters have good photography skills and always manage to photograph you as so tall and just."

"In people's hearts, you are a good person, and good people cannot talk nonsense."

Director Roland stared at Lanse. This was a bit of a tricky opponent. He seemed to have said something, and seemed to have said nothing, "There is no contradiction between us that cannot be resolved."

Lanse curled his lip. No ghost would believe such words, let alone a person.

"Yes, we are friends, and close partners. We just completed a great feat!"

Watching Lanse talk nonsense there, Director Roland's patience was being consumed bit by bit, "It seems that the problem between us cannot be solved through communication."

Lanse seemed to agree with his sentence quite a bit, "From the beginning when you targeted me, the problem between us couldn't be solved properly."

"If you just came to tell me these boring words, honestly, I have already given you a lot of time."

"If you don't have anything else you want to say to me, I feel our conversation should end here."

Director Roland looked at him, his face having no big changes in expression, "I want to tell you that you are making me have no room for choice. You will release a terrible opponent."

Lanse stood up, "Everyone is in the jungle. Who is the prey, who is the hunter, who can say for sure?"

"Instead of testing me here, it's better to think carefully about how to deal with your dog owners."

Lanse didn't mean to give him any face at all, subsequently excused himself, didn't even find a reason, and left.

Watching Lanse's departing back, Director Roland felt no joy, nor pain; instead, he calmed down.

He came to see Lanse not because he was naive enough to think that as long as he said a few words, Lanse would admit that everything was done by him.

What he was doing was just... like a ritual, a farewell to his past self, a kind of psychological suggestion to himself.

It wasn't that he wanted to become like this; it was this society, these people, who forced him to become like this.

Subsequently, he supported his legs and stood up, sighed, and then walked toward the outside.

In the next two days, if one doesn't consider the matter of Bob being accidentally assassinated in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, this eradication operation was still very smooth and successful.

This deeply rooted gang family was eradicated, more criminal facts and ugly things were dug out, and sent to Mr. Potter in the form of case files, which would become an important bargaining chip for his election.

Lanse also had a good time these two days. The underground world of the old city had reached a consensus. Under the hosting of Lanse and the bearded director, they peacefully divided the Perez family's territory.

Of course, this also had to do with the Perez family's territory in the old city being large enough and good enough. Every gang could eat their fill, so they wouldn't fight until they broke each other's dog brains for resources.

There were no shootouts for territory in the city, no other problems occurred, and some media and the state government gave the local mayor some praise, thinking his control over the city was in place.

But in reality, these things had nothing to do with him.

If one had to say who else had a bad time these two days, then only Director Roland remained.

As the third day was about to arrive, after two days of "self-fermentation," he finally decided to take that step.

In the evening, the guard who was relieved of his work was accompanying his wife and child to enjoy dinner at home. Although he had lost his job at the Federal Bureau of Investigation, his experience working at the Federal Bureau of Investigation could allow him to find good private work.

Some people are like this; they are very superstitious about former employees of some high-level departments of the federal government, feeling that these people are very profitable.

Especially for rich people, professionalism is a very important thing.

As for the mistake he made, it actually didn't have much to do with him. It could only be said that Director Roland's influence in the Federal Bureau of Investigation was too great. Even if it was just under his banner, it could make the guard relax his vigilance.

"I have already received interview invitations from two companies, and I am considering where to go."

He was saying these things to his family while enjoying the beef for dinner.

Talking about work at the dinner table is not a normal phenomenon. If someone does this, it means he is either about to lose his job or will get a job opportunity.

The former is clearly not good news for the family.

And the latter can clearly play a soothing role.

The family had income again, so it wouldn't appear unstable.

His wife's face immediately revealed a smile. Although their savings were enough to support them for another period of time, having a stable income would clearly be better.

His child didn't understand the importance of a job to the family yet. After all, for him, everything in life was going to school, and there was no direct connection between this and making money.

He was more concerned about what kind of person his father would become.

"One company offered me a relatively popular salary, about eighty-something after tax. The work is relatively simple, just protecting some people. The working hours and holidays are unstable, and the income might also have a certain increase."

"This is a bodyguard job. Some people recommended me to do this."

"Another job gives more money, about two hundred after tax, and there are other benefits and commissions, but I must leave the Federation and head to Tanfeit."

"They have projects over there and need some people to ensure that the locals won't take advantage. I cannot evaluate the risk, but they give quite a lot, and there are two months of paid vacation every year."

This is indeed a matter that needs consideration. Domestic work has eighty after tax, which is one thousand yuan of income a year, but to say how much it is, in fact, it is not.

There is a bit of risk, the income is a bit higher than ordinary people, and it hasn't reached the point of class difference. It lacks a bit of meaning.

The other job is indeed very good, two hundred after tax and other benefits. Perhaps he can earn two hundred thirty-something yuan a month.

Now the Federation's cans and some commodities are very popular over in Tanfeit. These things can be directly cashed, but the disadvantage is that one has to leave the family for a long time.

His wife wants her husband to earn more money, but doesn't want him to leave home for a long time.

As a mature woman, she knows very well that if her husband leaves home for a long time, he will definitely mess around outside.

He is already thirty-something or forty years old, and his income is so high. You can't require him to solve it himself with his hands, right?

Just when he was considering, suddenly the room door was knocked. The family of three looked toward the outside of the door. The guard's wife prepared to open the door, but the guard stopped her, "I'll do it."

He picked up the napkin to wipe his hands and mouth, then came to the door, didn't cancel the insurance, and looked toward the outside through the door crack. It was Director Roland.

He was stunned for a moment, soon re-closed the door, removed the safety bolt, and then opened the door, "I didn't know you were coming."

Director Roland looked toward the inside of the room and then tilted his head toward him, "Come outside, I have some words to say to you."

The guard didn't have other thoughts. Just as he and Director Roland walked out of the door, they were pressed to the ground by Federal Bureau of Investigation agents hidden on both sides of the door.

He was a bit unable to react. When he was handcuffed behind his back and dragged up from the ground, and his family rushed out to ask what happened, he finally reacted.

"Why arrest me? What did I do wrong?"

"I just made a mistake at work, and you want to treat me like this?"

He stared at Director Roland's eyes, unable to believe that this person who always hung justice, ideals, and the future on his lips would treat him like this!

His family was also asking, as if they felt they had misunderstood something.

Director Roland glanced at his family and said to the people beside him, "Let them be quiet."

Soon two agents walked toward the guard's family. When one agent's hand pressed on the shoulder of the guard's son, the woman who had been struggling and arguing suddenly quieted down.

Director Roland looked at the guard who was already kneeling on the ground and still retching, and retreated a few steps with some disgust, "I can come to arrest you, which means I have already grasped some evidence."

"Take him away."

There were already some people watching, but they were still very rational, just watching from afar, and no one was stupid enough to run over to find trouble.

Soon they returned to the investigation bureau, the general bureau in New Jincheng. Here, Director Roland finally felt more sense of security.

He wanted to personally interrogate the guard.

The guard was detained in an interrogation room. Besides Director Roland, there were others, and there were some other shooting equipment. After all, since he decided to do it, he must "do it to death," not giving anyone any chance to find his trouble.

The guard was still sitting there uncomfortably. He had been to this room before, but not in the capacity of an interrogated person.

He looked up at Director Roland, still defending himself, "This has nothing to do with me. What right do you have to arrest me?"

Director Roland placed a piece of evidence in front of him, "After Bob died, fifty thousand yuan was transferred into your son's account."

"Do you think someone would be stupid enough to transfer to the wrong account, or do you think we wouldn't investigate the accounts of you and your family?"

The guard was stunned for a moment. He did indeed apply for a bank account for his son. This account was used to store the pocket money he had left over sometimes, or because of other reasons, he would reward his son with some money, all of which would be transferred directly into this account.

The Federation's check application scenarios are very rich. He applied for a small-amount cash check for his son, which could also be considered letting him adapt to this society in advance.

At this time, hearing that such a large sum of money was remitted into this account, he was also stunned himself. Could it be that I really have something to do with this matter?

But why didn't anyone come to tell me?

He hadn't thought about how to say it yet, and Director Roland's words rang in his ears, "It seems you don't want to admit it. I can only let you recall it well."

He didn't turn off the recording equipment either, directly rolled up his sleeves, and gave the guard two punches, hitting him until he retched again.

"Is it a bit better now?"

"Did you remember anything?"

"You know, in some issues, we have a lot of ways."

He didn't say it so clearly, but he believed that this recording would not be minded by big figures regarding his irregular operations. After all, the law never took effect on them. Naturally, they wouldn't let the law take effect on obedient dogs, as long as this dog was a good dog.

The guard was a bit broken now, "I don't even know who the hell has nothing to do and transfers money to my family's account. What do you want me to remember?"

Director Roland's expression was very cold. His nose was a bit itchy, and he rubbed it with his knuckles, "Who was the person who sent the poison in that day, who did you contact, and who gave you this money?"

The guard didn't know these questions at all. Besides saying he didn't know, he had no other way. And this is exactly the most common situation in torture.

Everyone says they don't know anything at first, but after finishing the measures, they will become know-it-alls and know everything.

Even if it is something they really don't know, they can compile things according to the requirements of the torturer.

Director Roland glanced at the clock on the wall. The time was still early, and there was still a long time, enough to let this guard, under his guidance, say those words he wanted him to say.

He rubbed his wrists and raised his arms again.

Everything is for ideals, the future, justice!

This bit of sacrifice is worth it!

Changes without bloodshed and sacrifice are always just illusions. If you want to change the world, you always have to lose something and pay something.

Only in this way is what you get precious!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1141 =====

Reforms without bloodshed and sacrifice are always just an illusion; if you want to change the world, you must always lose something and pay a price.

Only in this way will what is gained be precious!

(End of chapter)