Chapter 1175: The Director's Dead End

The day after the general election ended, besides reporting on Mr. Potter's victory and becoming the Federal President, the "Federal Post" also reported another matter.

On the third page, the reporter who previously published various "inside stories" about Director Luo Bu claimed that they would produce substantive evidence tomorrow to accuse Director Luo Bu of having some moral problems and illegal criminal acts.

Originally, the news of the President's victory should be the most important thing at present, or rather, the current President's upcoming departure from the Presidential Palace is also news that people like to see—

When an old lion grows old, it always stimulates some... special emotions in people. They want to see the tragic nature of the twilight years heading toward extinction, and can thus obtain some spiritual gains.

But no one expected that the report about Director Luo Bu would suppress the spotlight of Mr. Potter's victory.

It couldn't be said that it completely suppressed it, just... while people were paying attention to Mr. Potter's movements after the general election, they also began to pay attention to these news about Director Luo Bu, half and half.

Also early in the morning, Director Luo Bu was called by Mr. Potter to his office in the city center of New Jincheng.

Now, although he has won the election, he hasn't been sworn in yet, so he is not the President yet and cannot enjoy everything that only the President can enjoy.

However, this time is not very long. There is less than a month left before the current President leaves the Presidential Palace, and then he will move in calmly, but not now.

He looked at Director Luo Bu. In front of him was that newspaper. He pinched his forehead. Yesterday's social engagement made him have a headache until now. He drank too much wine, so much that he didn't even know how he fell asleep.

Now that he is up, he has to deal with these things, which makes his originally happy mood feel like a fly mixed into cream, making people feel disgusted and annoyed.

"You told me you would handle these things," Mr. Potter looked at him, "To be honest, I've had enough of seeing scandals about you in the newspaper every few days."

"Luo Bu, I have always felt that you are a very smart person. Why did you make your butt so dirty?"

"Do you not have the habit of wiping your butt?"

"It's very difficult for me to hand over such important work as the Federal Bureau of Investigation to you."

Originally, Director Luo Bu felt his ears burning, but when he heard the last sentence, he suddenly raised his head, looking at Mr. Potter with disbelief and at the same time with a hint of dissatisfaction and aggression, as if he were asking, "What right do you have to do this?"

The two looked at each other for two or three seconds. Director Luo Bu immediately realized that he had gone too far. He immediately lowered his face, avoiding Mr. Potter's gaze, "This is just one of their strategies. If they keep splashing dirty water on me and fabricating some plausible evidence, I can only explain it to the public time and time again."

"If they really had any solid evidence, I should be in the Prosecutor's Office or in prison now, not in your office."

Mr. Potter's gaze scanned Director Luo Bu's body with some scrutiny. Just now, he felt a hint of threat. The look in those eyes was definitely not the respect he showed for himself.

He pondered for a while, "Regardless of whether they are fabricating problems about you, you can't always be like this, do you understand what I mean?"

"The public doesn't have the ability to distinguish. You say they are fabricating and splashing dirty water, but the public doesn't know. They will only know that our Federal Bureau of Investigation director is a person with problems."

"Moral problems, professional problems, various problems."

"From now until January 1st, you had better completely handle this matter. Otherwise, I will replace the investigation bureau with someone else at my discretion until you can solve your trouble."

Director Luo Bu still wanted to explain something, but Mr. Potter shook his head, "I need to work now."

He didn't let him go out, but the meaning was already very clear. Director Luo Bu sighed heavily, "I know, Mr. Potter, I will handle these things well."

He turned and left after speaking, with resentment in his eyes.

The first thing he did when he returned to his office was to call Lans. This was a rare occasion for him to take the initiative to call Lans.

The moment the call was connected, he cursed directly, "What the hell do you want to do?"

"Using these despicable, vicious, and ridiculous little tricks to deal with me?"

"Fuck, Lans, fuck you, I'm asking about your whole family!"

"Do you have the guts to compete with me openly, instead of using these nasty little tricks?"

"I thought you were at least a demon-like guy, but you are ugly and just like a clown!"

After he cursed for a while, Lans's laughter came from the receiver, "Hearing that you still have so much strength and spirit to call me, this makes me very happy."

"As for the things you mentioned, Luo Bu, don't worry about what means I use. As long as it works, it's the best means, isn't it?"

"You want to end this dispute so much, why not wait for tomorrow's news? I guarantee you will have a big surprise!"

Lans hung up the phone directly after speaking. He couldn't talk any good words with someone who was in such an emotional state.

Director Luo Bu looked at the receiver in his hand, and a hint of chill emerged in his body. He heard Lans's meaning; tomorrow might be the most dangerous knife.

He sat back in his chair with his head tilted, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind blank.

On the morning of the next day, which was highly anticipated, many newspaper heads and newsboys crowded outside the printing plant of the "Federal Post" in New Jincheng early in the morning.

As the workers pushed open the closed large iron gate, the boiling heat in the factory sprayed out with heat waves under the enthusiastic light. Those standing at the front had a moment of suffocation, but immediately these people began to wave the banknotes in their hands and loudly report their needs.

Actually, not everyone would come to the printing plant gate to get newspapers. Some told the side here the number of newspapers needed the day before, and then the printing plant would arrange vehicles to drop them off at fixed points throughout the city.

These newspaper heads just had to wait there, pay with one hand and receive goods with the other, and then distribute them to the newsboys, letting them memorize the headlines on them and run through the streets to sell them.

But today's newspaper was exceptionally different. It said there was solid evidence, evidence that could hammer Director Luo Bu, the man of the hour in the last few months, to death. Who doesn't like to watch such a big drama?

The President's victory happens once every four years, and they can always see it, but it's not so easy to see newspapers hammering a senior federal employee to death.

Being able to get the newspaper earlier and let the newsboys sell it meant earning more money.

The factory workers dragged the large trailers out, still floating with the fragrance of printing ink. The workers squeezed through the crowd, and the manager responsible for purchasing shouted loudly, "Line up..."

The originally chaotic crowd became even more chaotic, all for the sake of being able to get the newspaper first.

The manager just looked at them. As long as they didn't line up, he wouldn't distribute the newspapers.

Soon, these people still calmed down. With bundles of newspapers being loaded onto the cars and leaving quickly, the lively printing plant gate returned to calm in a very short time.

Only the hot steam constantly coming out from the door cracks seemed to still retain the taste of the clamor from not long ago.

Director Luo Bu also got up early in the morning. He had been waiting anxiously, waiting for the newspaper to arrive.

He kept looking at his watch, every minute.

Until after seven o'clock, he saw the person delivering the newspaper pass by outside their house on a bicycle and casually throw a roll of newspaper onto the lawn. He immediately stood up and ran out of the room.

He picked up the newspaper, flipped through it a few times, and soon found the "Federal Post." He stood there, looking at the headline on the front page, which was bold, thick, and even outlined in red. His heart sank—

"Hero, or Criminal?"

Front page headline, covering the news of the President's victory. This...

He pursed his lips and began to read the report seriously. First was the fact of his secret marriage.

He saw his missing wife and children. His cousin, the director, hadn't found them for a week, but they appeared in the newspaper.

His wife admitted that they were actually married and had children, and all these years, Director Luo Bu had been taking care of them.

She said that doing so was because Director Luo Bu believed that if they lived together, they would be in danger, so he arranged them in his hometown and forged some of their identity certificates and the like.

Besides witnesses and testimony, there were also a small amount of evidence, some letters, and other things that could prove their relationship.

If Director Luo Bu still had a way to muddle through this matter, he could tell the media, tell everyone in the Federation, that they were actually divorced.

In the common law marriage system, in some cases, one can go to the church to dissolve the marriage state without registration. He could find a reason, for example, that he was very busy with work, forgot, or other reasons.

But the content he saw next made his body begin to tremble slightly.

This kind of panic, the feeling of losing strength, was the second time he had experienced it.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, returned to under the stairs of the house, sat down, and read the content on the newspaper—

"... Through the help of some enthusiastic people, we conducted a capital source tracing on the accounts used by this lady and the family. As a gold-medal reporter for the 'Post,' I know very well what kind of evidence is more persuasive."

"We are not those third-rate tabloids that make up a story and then sue celebrities. I am the 'Post'; we speak facts, speak evidence."

"In the process of tracing the source of funds, we found that the funds of this family came from two accounts, one of which is no longer traceable and may have been canceled."

"But the other account is still in existence and in use, and there are still capital flows in the near future."

"What makes us even more surprised is that in these capital flows, the flow of one sum of money is very strange. It flowed to the account of the family of the guard who was responsible for protecting Bob (the late leader of the Perez family) in the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

"At the same time, there was another sum of money that flowed into the account of the guard's family through another account, which forced us to develop a confusion: is there any direct connection here?"

Director Luo Bu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tremblingly turned to the second page.

"We can make an assumption: if this lady and the two children are Director Luo Bu's wife and children, and he separated from them in the name of 'protecting them,' but paid their monthly living expenses."

"This account is directly or indirectly managed by Director Luo Bu himself, but it transferred money to an account that was identified as receiving bribes and suspected of job-related crimes. Could it be considered a deliberate frame-up?"

"What makes me even more curious is, if all this is true, then why did Director Luo Bu, even if he had to frame his own people, have to drag Mr. Lans White into the water? What contradiction is there between them, so much so that he, a law enforcer, had to stab the dagger in his hand at Mr. Lans White while trampling on the law?"

"Is it really just as he said, that he is a crime buster?"

"Is there any other content here that we don't know about? Does it involve a wider and more complex relationship?"

"Who is the person who helped him manage these accounts?"

"Perhaps finding him, many mysteries can be solved."

"We don't know, but we will continue to dig, and at the first moment, we will show what we have discovered to society, to the readers."

"The truth should not be obscured by fog and will eventually be exposed in our digging."

"The above evidence and witnesses have been transferred to the Federal Prosecutor's Office."

"If you have more clues, useful information, you can also write to the newspaper's email, please indicate..."

A large number of photos, long paragraphs of text, these things made Director Luo Bu's body begin to feel cold, and what made him feel even worse was that these things had already been submitted to the Federal Prosecutor's Office. Once the judicial system came in, it could only dig out more things.

What made him feel even more angry was that his cousin actually transferred money from his daily account to other accounts. Even if it was only two hundred, now that this account was discovered, everything was exposed!

He held the handrail beside the stairs and stood up tremblingly, slowly returned to the room, sat on the sofa, and picked up the phone.

Now the most important thing is to let his cousin, the director, destroy all evidence, and not leave any trace!

Once some things are discovered, his good days will be over!

After the call was made, no one answered, and his heart kept sinking. After calling more than ten times without anyone answering, the receiver slipped from his hand.

He held his head with both hands and curled up his body. He wouldn't think that this was just his cousin, the director, sleeping or on the road. He had a premonition that this "key man" had an accident.

In a house in Director Luo Bu's hometown, his cousin, the director, had a somewhat dark face. This is not a description of his current mood, but an objective description of fact.

He had been interrogated continuously for four days. During this period, he was given a little rest, but the rest time was not long, and the next was endless interrogation. He was already a bit unable to hold on.

Dai Wen looked at him, "Although I only used a part of the means, I have to say, you have lived up to Luo Bu. I didn't expect you to be able to persist until now."

He used some relatively secret means because this person was very likely to be handed over to the federal government. If there were too many injuries on his body, it would be easy to cause some procedural problems.

So these injuries were very hidden, basically all in some of his private parts.

Dai Wen has a talent for torture. He studied some methods that don't show any scars but can make people exceptionally painful.

The first two days were still ordinary interrogation, and by the last two days, it was proper torture.

The cousin, the director, still didn't speak. He knew very well what the consequences of his speaking would be.

At this very moment, he was still fantasizing that his cousin could save him from here. As long as Luo Bu didn't fall, these family members of theirs would definitely be able to take revenge, not to mention, and also be able to obtain a more beautiful future.

Dai Wen looked at him and shook his head, "You are very lucky, because the Boss said not to make you too miserable, but you forgot one thing."

He spoke as he walked to the door and opened it; outside were his bound family members. "You cannot leave here in such a sorry state, but they can."

Dai Wen grabbed the hair of the cousin, the director's wife, and dragged her in from outside the room. The three children who were not very old cried in terror, but the door was slammed shut with a bang.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. I am different from that kind of person who only thinks with the lower half of the body. I won't 'hurt' her like that, but others might not be the case."

He said and took out a small thing he made himself, like a screwdriver, but in front was a needle, about three centimeters.

He inserted it directly into the joint gap of the lady's shoulder. In an instant, the tragic screams filled the entire room.

"This is always a problem. On one side is family, on the other side is career or brothers, you always have to choose one."

Dai Wen pursed his lips, "Actually... it's not that you must be alive, it's just that being alive is the best effect for us."

Looking at his wife's screams, the cousin, the director, thought of the children outside the door, and his expression began to struggle.

Dai Wen continued to exert psychological pressure on him and some sweetness, "As long as you are willing to cooperate, after everything is over, you will get a sum of money, and then you can take this money, and your family, and everything you have, and escape far away, escape everything."

He pulled out the steel cone and inserted it into the lady's thigh again...

Half an hour later, the cousin, the director, finally made a wise decision. He transferred all the evidence to Dai Wen, settled his family, and sat on the train to Jinzhou with Dai Wen.

As a... suspect of job-related crime, now he is going to Jinzhou to surrender, to surrender to the prosecutors of the Federal Prosecutor's Office.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1176 =====