Chapter 1252

The vehicle slowly left. The gang leader watched the departing car go away, and the flattery on his face gradually gathered.

"Boss, is it necessary for us to fawn over him like this?" His subordinates didn't quite understand what had happened. Why was the boss who was always full of personal charm before gone, and replaced by a look that people didn't like?

In the Federation, the origin of gangs comes from ordinary people's confrontation with the hegemony of the Federal government. It is a symbol of free spirit, although this free spirit is quite ridiculous.

Ordinary people might feel that they have changed their taste, but a part of the gang members themselves still believe that they are free-spirited people who oppose government tyranny.

Freedom shouldn't be like this.

There was some disappointment in the young man's eyes. The life he wanted, the gang career he wanted, wasn't like this. They should live for freedom.

His boss's gaze was withdrawn from the departing car and fell on the cadre beside him, with some indescribable expression on his face, looking a bit like he wanted to laugh.

"Whether it is necessary is not something that can be seen from the surface. We are facing some troubles that we couldn't imagine in the past."

"If I can get the favor of some big figures by doing a little thing, I am willing to do it, even if this makes me difficult!"

"I am not just for myself, but also for you."

He didn't continue to explain anything. The de-gangsterization bill had already begun to be implemented under the promotion of President Potter.

As a gang leader, he could feel some changes from society for the first time.

The simplest and most direct one is that the police have begun not to accept black money.

Maybe the low-level small police officers, patrol police, these police officers are still willing to interact with them for some "funding," but police officers at the sergeant level have basically refused their interest transmission.

The police's attitude toward handling things in some cases and problems has also changed. In the past, they would try their best to calm things down, let them give victims some compensation, and then coax and deceive victims into reaching an understanding with gang members, and the matter would be over.

But now they don't do this anymore. They begin to respect the wishes of victims, instead of actively helping gangs to reduce the seriousness of the problem.

This also makes some things that originally wouldn't have any trouble become troublesome. For example, not long ago, he let two little brothers teach a merchant who was unwilling to pay protection fees a lesson, smashed their shop window glass, and beat the boss up.

In the past, when this kind of thing happened, the police would come to ask, make a record, and then tell him "We will catch that guy" and then left.

If the shopkeeper still insisted on finding the person who did this, or took the initiative to propose that the police catch those gang members, then the police would talk to him privately about this matter—

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"You have to know, they just smashed your shop window glass, and maybe beat you up. Even if we catch him, you are willing to let him go to court. This kind of thing is at most a fine and community compulsory labor."

"They are gangs. This little money is not in their eyes, and compulsory labor doesn't matter. No community dares to really say in court that they never participate in compulsory labor."

"What will you do then, my friend?"

"You still have to do business on this street. Have you thought about it? They will come to find trouble with you every day, and may also threaten the safety of you and your family?"

"Listen to me, as a policeman, I don't like such things happening, but I know that such things happen constantly every day!"

"Taking the initiative to offend gangs is not a good idea. I have also contacted these people you mentioned. If you are willing, I can help you talk about it, and this matter will just be forgotten..."

Many people gave up continuing to pursue the responsibility of smashing and beating after being told by the police.

But now, they will only pull the siren and go to catch those gangs.

The trial of these cases by the fast court has also become much stricter. The fines that were harmless in the past will now be locked up for three months to half a year.

These subtle changes accumulated are not a good thing. The stable structure between gangs and the Federation began to collapse because of the implementation of the "De-gangsterization Bill." The two carriages that once ruled the bottom of society began to part ways.

Sadly, the gang carriage couldn't run past the Federal government that had become a train!

So, for gangs, this is not a good thing.

In the future, the days of gangs will only get worse and worse. If they don't wash white now, it will be too late when they think about washing white when they put the noose around their necks.

He shook his head. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Go prepare the car, we are going over now."

The person beside him wanted to persuade him a few words. The gang leader seemed to notice his intention, and his tone became more severe. "Still not going fast?"

His subordinates had no choice but to sigh and run toward the parking lot.

Not long after, several cars stopped in front of him...

This time his purpose is to contact the supplier of Jinshi Wine, and then buy a large batch of wine.

As a gang that has been selling Jinshi Wine, and is considered a small and famous gang, there is no problem from the identity point of view. He can easily gain the trust of these people.

As long as he does this "task" well, he has completed the first step of washing white and found a reliable backer!

When sitting in the car, he was still recalling the process of contacting this "Mr. Black" just now. I don't know why, but he always felt that this "Mr. Black" looked familiar, but he couldn't say where he had seen him.

The more this is the case, the more he believes that this "Mr. Black" must be a big figure. Perhaps he had seen this gentleman in the newspaper!

The request to contact the supplier went smoothly. Both sides met at a smuggling transfer station within Likai State, which was closest to here.

Along with a large amount of wine entering the northern state through smuggling, on the border between the two states, within Likai State, there is a small town that has begun to become prosperous due to smuggling and distributing goods.

People gather because of wealth.

At first, it was just farmers nearby who finished farm work and came over to help, but as more and more goods were distributed here, more people began to gather, wanting to earn some money.

These gangs that smuggle wine have a lot of money. They don't care about spending three or five dollars to let farmers help distribute these wines. In this process, they also need to rest, so they gradually began to have the scale of a small village.

There are bars, hotels, and countless calls here.

A philosopher once said that the moral level of people is greatly related to poverty and wealth.

The people standing on the street here are all nearby farm women and their daughters. They might only earn one or two hundred dollars a year working in the fields.

But standing here for a month, there is this number, which also leads to more and more street girls here.

Alcohol and sex are full of terrible temptations for people in this era. Gradually, they attracted some surrounding consumers, and gradually this village became more prosperous, even no less than the city center of some small cities.

When the gang leader's car approached the village, it was stopped. The people who stopped them were farmers here.

They were carrying weapons, and there was a rack in the middle of the road, blocking the road to the village.

A farmer walked to the car, patted the hood, and then looked into the car with his head slightly lowered. After looking around, his eyes fell on the gang leader in the back seat. "This is private territory."

The gang leader took out a business card and handed it over. "I have never heard anyone say that."

A business card, and a five-dollar banknote.

The farmer took the business card and banknote very quickly, put the money into his pocket at will, and then looked at the business card.

It was a merchant who was quite famous in the "village" and had inextricable ties with the Lanse family. He was also one of the initial founders of the village.

He handed the business card back, and his attitude became much more enthusiastic. "We will move it away for you right away, wait a moment, sir!"

He also saluted, then pushed the roadblock in the middle of the road with his friends, letting the car pass.

After driving for about another kilometer, a village gradually appeared in front of them. There was a large parking lot outside the village. On the left were all kinds of luxury cars, and on the right were a large number of trucks, and many trucks were distributing goods.

At least dozens of farmers were sweating profusely in the scorching sun. They didn't avoid anyone at all. When the car window was rolled down a little, the rich wine fragrance drifted in. Staying here for a while would make you drunk.