Chapter 126: No Evidence

This is not the first time Lans and others have seen New Jincheng at four o'clock in the morning. They had seen it before, even when they first came to the Federation.

But at this time, everyone's mood was completely different from when they first came.

When they first came, they were hesitant and helpless, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to survive.

But now, they have found a direction, and a happy life is waving at them not far away.

Some people were smoking while blowing the wind, and some were still savoring everything that happened not long ago.

In the wind blowing from the sea, there was already a chilling intent of killing. Lans parked all the cars at the gate of the Lezhu Company courtyard.

After waiting for a few minutes, the headlights of three cars stopped not far from them from far to near.

Fudisi was the first to get out of the car. Under the street lamp, Lans saw the pistol he was holding. He hurriedly greeted, "I'm here."

The guard on Fudisi's face didn't disappear completely, "I can't see you."

Lans took others to the street lamp, which let Fudisi put down his guard, but not all of it.

Others got out of the car. Two people went to open the courtyard gate, and others turned around in the vicinity. After confirming that there was no one, Alberto got out of the car.

He was like someone who hadn't questioned anything, smiled and hugged Lans. The close contact made him smell the strong smell of gunpowder on Lans.

"Don't tell me that so many police cars just now were caused by you," he was somewhat unbelievable, but also felt it was very reasonable, because Lans had just taken away quite a few weapons from him.

Lans smiled twice, "Possibly, if there were no other gang shootouts just now, then it was probably me."

Alberto gave his shoulder a punch, "Did you rob a bank, or assassinate the President? I had just fallen asleep and hadn't fallen asleep yet, when I was awakened by a series of phone calls."

"My boss's, big figures', and the police station's, they were all asking me if I knew what happened!"

Fudisi also walked over and hugged Lans, "So?"

"I finished off Wei De of the Kamila Gang, on the road."

Alberto whistled, "You chose a good time, spend some money and this matter can be pressed down," he said, looking at the five cars parked on the side of the road.

Many car windows were broken, and there were bullet holes on the car body. He realized the purpose of Lans's call to him, and then ordered Fudisi and them to have people drive a few cars out.

These cars all need to be processed before they can continue to be used, not only to repair the places with bullet holes, but also to find the bullet heads in the cars.

If the police think Lans is the biggest suspect, then they can apply for legal documents such as search warrants to seize this batch of cars.

As long as they can find any bullet fired by the weapons at the shootout scene in these cars, they have sufficient key and direct evidence to arrest them all.

There are indeed quite a few bastards among the federal police, but you have to admit that some people are indeed doing things, and these people have a set of methods in solving cases.

This is also why Officer Lukaer was in such a hurry to find Lans. He didn't believe Lans's motorcade hadn't been hit.

As long as it was hit, there would definitely be bullet heads.

Some bullet heads might be relatively conspicuous, for example, on the floor inside the car, but there are also some bullet heads that are not so obvious, for example, shot into the car door, and then hit something relatively hard, didn't shoot through the car door, and it got stuck somewhere in the sandwich board of the car.

This kind of bullet head can't be handled without dismantling the car in a short time. The whole car must be dismantled, and every bullet head must be found to ensure safety.

Some professional repair companies that handle this kind of thing will dismantle the whole car into parts, find every bullet head according to the number of bullet holes on the car, and then assemble the car back.

But doing so is either because these cars are very expensive and have some commemorative significance, or because there is no way to change the car, for example, the whole world knows that this is your car, and changing it will cause other unknown possibilities.

This is also why many times those wealthy gangs, after the shootout ends, no matter whether their cars can still drive or not, will try to destroy them.

They are unwilling, and cannot provide direct evidence to the police.

Alberto's people drove the cars Lans drove over into the garage, and then drove five cars out.

"I'll handle those cars of yours for you, two or three hundred dollars each, no need to repair them," the cars will be sent to the scrap yard by Alberto early tomorrow morning, then squeezed into iron blocks, and then thrown into Angel Lake.

Well, the secret of the rising water level of Angel Lake has been solved a little bit, but it is limited to a very small number of people who know.

Lans took the key and nodded, "Thank you, I will have someone send the money over tomorrow. It is very likely that I won't be able to come over myself."

Alberto nodded, "Do you still need me to provide any help?"

"A lawyer, or a capable person, or something else?", he knew Lans didn't lack money, having just taken away more than 400,000 from him, plus the business he had been operating himself.

Lans wouldn't lack money, but he definitely lacked others.

"Lans, you know, I've always felt you could become a big figure, give me a chance."

Lans thought for a while, "I have a few people injured here, and introduce me to a suitable lawyer."

Alberto looked at the few people standing in the distance and counted, "Okay, let them go with my car," then returned to the car, fiddled for a good while, and brought a business card over.

"Specially defending gangs, has very rich defense experience, you can use him."

Lans glanced at the business card and put it into his pocket, and the two hugged again, "See you later."

"See you later!"

Lans let others get into the car and drove back to the house in the western suburbs. After a group of people entered the house, they immediately poured gasoline on their clothes and burned them to ashes.

They all returned to their rooms, took a shower, and then changed into new clothes.

About a few minutes later, three police cars appeared outside the house with sirens. Officer Lukaer walked into the courtyard angrily. He was just about to go and pat the door when he was attracted by a pile of fire still smoking in the side courtyard.

At this time, the sky was already dawning. He walked to the side of the fire. Basically, the flames had gone out. Occasionally, when a gust of wind blew, there would be some sparks inside the fire that looked like it had gone out.

He picked up the branch beside him and poked it, and nothing was left.

"Dog shit!", he held his waist and turned around twice. At this time, he was 100% sure that Wei De was killed by Lans!

He walked back to the front door and patted the door forcefully, "Open the door, police."

After about twenty or thirty seconds, Lans opened the door, "Officer Lukaer, we meet again."

Officer Lukaer, who was full of anger, calmed down the moment he saw Lans.

He even had some smiles on his face!

He reached out his hand, "Yes, we meet again."

Lans looked at his hand, and out of etiquette, still shook it with him, but what surprised him was that Officer Lukaer suddenly grabbed his hand and brought it to his nose.

His movements were fast, very quick, and also exceeded Lans's expectations. After all... many people were watching.

After the faint smell of soap, there was a very special smell of gunpowder residue.

He looked at Lans with a strange gaze, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Lans like that.

Lans struggled for a bit and pulled his hand out of his loosened grip, "Your hobby is very unique. Is this some special sexual fetish?"

Officer Lukaer wasn't affected by his language at all, but stared at him with a smile that wasn't a smile, "Can I go in and take a look?"

Lans shook his head, "Although I really want to cooperate with you, do you have a search warrant?"

Officer Lukaer was stunned for a moment, "Who did you hear that we need this thing to enter your house?"

Lans leaned on the door frame, "Constitution."

He looked at Officer Lukaer, whose eyes had changed, and added, "The Constitution also gave me more rights. Do you want to hear it?"

"Very bullshit!", Officer Lukaer looked through Lans at the people who came out of every room and stood in the living room. A few people were missing.

"I remember you have a big guy, where is he?"

Lans looked back, "He is sleeping."

"Can you call him out?"

"No," Lans continued to shake his head, "Unless you have a search warrant, or a letter from the court asking me to cooperate with your investigation."

Officer Lukaer realized even more that the person in front of him was not the same kind of person as the criminals he had seen before.

He was calmer, mastered more social rules, and knew how to use these rules.

In fact, more than half of the people in this period didn't know that the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution protected them from being harassed by illegal searches, arrests, etc.

In other words, if you want to search and arrest them, either they are major suspects at the crime scene, or there is an arrest warrant or search warrant issued by the judicial department.

But many people don't know this, and don't know how to resist, and can only be led by the nose by these police officers foolishly.

Lans knew these things and protected himself through them, and was so calm. Officer Lukaer became interested in him.

This is like... a fisherman meeting a cunning fish. A game-like confrontation and competition started at this moment.

Officer Lukaer took a step back, "Can you tell me where you were at night?"

Lans asked, "Will these words be recorded in your police records, or used elsewhere?"

"If so, I need to wait for the lawyer to come before I can say."

Officer Lukaer asked with a smile, "Then what if I say it won't appear in any documents, nor will it appear in court?"

Lans was still in that appearance, "I was sleeping at home at night."

The two stared at each other continuously. Officer Lukaer wanted to give Lans some pressure, but Lans didn't seem to feel it.

He took another step back, "Sorry, disturbed your rest."

Lans reached out his hand again, "Sounds like you intend to leave."

The two shook hands again, Officer Lukaer said, "We will meet again soon!"

After letting go, he went directly to the phone booth on the side of the road and made a phone call to the assistant director.

The shootout in the middle of the night couldn't call the chief up, or rather, it wasn't qualified enough, and he wouldn't get up even more.

"I saw Lans. He had the smell of gunpowder on his hands. It should be him."

After the assistant director finished listening, he asked, "Then why didn't you bring him back?"

"He returned to his home before we found him, and changed into a set of clothes, and asked me to show a search warrant. If I want to take him away, he will definitely ask me for an arrest warrant."

The assistant director didn't have much reaction after listening, "This has to wait until dawn before you can get the relevant legal documents from the judicial bureau."

"So I intend to wait here until dawn, and you try your best to have them send the documents over as early as possible."

The assistant director agreed, "No problem, I will arrange it."

He said and asked about the situation at the scene, "How many people died?"

"More than thirty, and Wei De, a high-ranking cadre of the Kamila Gang, also died, burned clean by a fire."

"The scene didn't leave any useful leads. Lans handled it very quickly. Several people around him are missing, they should be injured."

"If we can find the bullet heads they took out, and the doctor who treated them, we can also send them to court directly."

The assistant director considered for a while, "You go ahead and do it, I will support you."

After hanging up the phone, he called other Criminal Investigation Unit police officers, asking them to figure out as soon as possible whether major hospitals received gunshot wound patients in the middle of the night.

If there are, find a way to get the bullet heads back.

Then he came out of the phone booth and began to circle around Lans's house.

This is a very ordinary house with only one garage, in which a car is parked.

The other four cars are parked on the street, so Officer Lukaer's first thought is to check these vehicles.

Although he doesn't have a search warrant now, he can take a look across the car.

But he was disappointed very quickly. These cars are clearly new cars. In other words, now he is 100% sure that this case is most likely done by Lans!

But he just has no evidence, and this is also the most helpless point of being a police officer.

You know a person is a criminal, but because you have no direct and effective evidence to accuse him, you can only watch him go unpunished.

After checking the vehicles simply, he was just about to give up when he suddenly thought of something and picked up a pen to copy down the license plates of these cars, and then made another phone call.

"Help me check whose name these cars are registered under," he reported the license plates, but the other party said it might have to wait until dawn to have results.

This made him finally unable to help but hammer the phone booth, and the entire phone booth rang.

As if the whole world is helping Lans, which makes Officer Lukaer very unhappy. He doesn't like this feeling.

He walked out of the phone booth and unexpectedly saw Lans looking at him from behind the window on the second floor. The two stared at each other across a street.

Officer Lukaer lit a cigarette and made a shooting gesture toward Lans, while Lans just kept smiling all the time.

An annoying smile!

The sky gradually began to brighten. The sound of the shootout in the middle of the night was not a fresh thing for the residents of New Jincheng.

This is also the police's attitude toward shootouts in the middle of the night. You don't make the citizens feel afraid, and don't damn shootout on the road in broad daylight, then their tolerance is higher.

In the daytime, people don't even talk about these things much. No one knows who was shooting with whom in the middle of the night, how many people died, and who died.

These are too far away for ordinary people. They cannot touch such a distant place.

Compared to caring about this, they care more about what the weather is like today, as well as things in life and work.

At 7:25 in the morning, the person arranged by the assistant director sent the search warrant. The first thing after getting the search warrant was to block outside Lans's door.

Lans was eating breakfast at this time. He held a ham and egg sandwich and looked at the search warrant in Officer Lukaer's hand, signaling that he could go in, "Do you want to eat some?"

"No, I have no appetite!", stayed up all night, slept for a little while after five o'clock, and now he is terribly uncomfortable.

Lans reminded them, "You'd better wear gloves, and don't make my house a mess, otherwise I will call to complain about you."

Lukaer didn't take this sentence to heart, and they began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to check, with the goal being weapons.

Many intact bullet heads were left at the scene yesterday, and these bullet heads are one of the best pieces of evidence.

If they can find one of the guns that matches the bullet heads at the scene, then they can apply for an arrest warrant.

Your weapon participated in a shootout between two gangs in another place in the middle of the night, and also killed people. You say it has nothing to do with you, and you don't know about it?

Guess if the judge believes it!

But it is a pity that they searched the whole house and didn't find any weapons. It was as clean as if it had been specially cleaned.

No weapons, no bullets, no dangerous things. Officer Lukaer didn't know what to say for a while.

As for those weapons, they must have been left to Alberto. Didn't the bearded man say?

Sixty percent buyback.

2,200 dollars of weapons, sixty percent is 1,320 dollars, and it also solved these troubles.

"So, Officer Lukaer, did you find what you wanted to find?"

Officer Lukaer looked back at Lans. The two stared at each other for a good while. He walked to Lans and looked at him, "I will find what I want one day."

Lans wasn't affected by his words that carried similar threats and warnings, "I don't know if you can find it, but you will definitely get a complaint today."

Officer Lukaer looked at him for the last time, turned and walked toward the door, "Let's go."

Watching them leave, Lans spread his hands toward the brothers with a helpless smile, "Federal police!"

Two seconds later, the house erupted in continuous laughter, lingering for a long time... ===== CHAPTER 127 =====