Chapter 127: Injured People

Helle stood upstairs at the Imperial Night nightclub, and through the window, he could see several groups of police on the street below.

Some of these police officers were still questioning his people.

It wasn't just here; other high-ranking cadres were also being watched by the police because of the damn shootout in the middle of the night.

Wei De is dead.

Actually, he didn't care much about who died and who didn't.

When the Kamila Gang first came to the Federation, in order to gain a foothold here, how many people died?

That time was the real cruel battle. Almost every few days, some people would disappear completely from everyone's life, and some new faces would join here.

Helle's grandfather, father, uncle, aunt, brothers and sisters, more than a dozen died, but he never cared so much, especially after he sat in this position!

As long as it wasn't himself who died.

There are countless people outside who want to join the Kamila Gang.

Just find a cadre he looks pleasing to the eye, promote him to a high-ranking cadre, and aren't the people complete again?

The reason his face is bad is that someone dares to challenge him, challenge the Kamila Gang, and also angry that Wei De knew he had to pick up goods today, but still poked such a big hole.

The people he arranged to pick up the goods are now being watched by the police. The police suspect that they might carry out revenge shootouts.

In order to control the situation and not let these gang members shootout in the middle of the road in broad daylight, many police officers ran over to watch them.

Doing so is said to be able to reduce the anxiety of the citizens and ensure the city's public security rate, so they will watch these people closely for a period of time, at least one to two weeks.

Being watched by the police, how to pick up the goods?

Those alcohols have already damn been in the sea, and are about to arrive in the sea area outside the port.

These smugglers are not good gentlemen. If they don't meet at the time, wait for a while and no one comes, they will pull the things and leave.

Helle has already paid for the alcohol.

The Kamila Gang is not like the five major families, who more or less have some smuggling business, or have enough face to let people pull the things over first and then pay.

Helle, he doesn't have such big face with the smugglers, so he must pay first, and then the opposite side will send the things over.

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As for whether he can pick them up, that has nothing to do with them. They are only responsible for sending them.

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In other words, this batch of goods worth 200,000, if he doesn't go to pick them up, the other party would rather throw the alcohol into the sea than wait for him.

His anger at this time can no longer be described in words: a bastard who dares to challenge the gang's majesty, and a dead ghost who smashed his 200,000!

The time from dark looks very long, but if you talk about it in detail, it's only ten-plus hours. He must make a choice.

He picked up the phone, hesitated for a while, and dialed the phone of the Red Dog Gang boss. The Red Dog Gang spans two districts, the Imperial District and the Port District, but they don't belong to that kind of gang with very high harmful levels.

Their main means of livelihood is collecting protection fees, providing protection for all business venues, for example, the bar Lans went to before.

They provided six security guards for the bar, and the bar owner only needed to pay 500 dollars including protection fees, with no other expenses.

This little money for an underground bar doesn't count for anything at all. Guests can earn it back in two or three days.

Besides this, there are some other sources of income, such as theft, operating pimping business, in short, they are not very malicious crimes, and can be considered a "friendly gang."

So both sides have no huge contradictions.

The phone was quickly connected, "Hi, Brother Bill, it's Helle."

"Anything?"

"It's like this, I encountered a little trouble. There is a batch of goods coming in tonight, but I can't spare my hands to pick up the goods now, so I intend to transfer this batch of goods to you."

"And..."

Red Dog Gang leader Bill interrupted his words, "What goods?"

"Alcohol, alcohol worth 200,000, can be sold for 350,000 or more in the market. You only need to give me 180,000, and it's yours."

The guy on the opposite side was very decisive, cutting a knife on the main artery, "100,000."

Helle was choked, "It can be sold for 350,000. You already have nearly double the profit with 180,000."

A woman's laughter came from the receiver, and Bill refused directly, "I don't want it..."

The next second, the phone was hung up.

Helle stared at the receiver in his hand for a while, cursed a few dirty words, and dialed another number.

This is the phone of a gang leader in the Xilin District. They have no conflict with the Kamila Gang, whether in business or territory. At the same time, they are also immigrants. Helle has met their boss several times and can be considered to have friendship.

But as soon as he said this matter, the other party refused. The reason is very simple: they don't have such deep friendship, and the shootout last night made the Port District and Imperial District police very nervous.

Picking up goods has great risks. What if you didn't pick them up, or you picked them up but were discovered by the police? Whose loss is this?

Instead of taking risks to spend money to take this job, it's better to wait for the police not to be nervous and arrange a ship yourself.

Everyone is now planning, or has already been doing, private alcohol business, and is unwilling to destroy their original business for a little small advantage.

After hanging up the phone helplessly, Helle's chest hurt from anger!

He took out special medicine and swallowed a piece, and seemed to feel a bit better.

There is one more guy's phone he didn't dial. He actually didn't want to dial this phone, but now this might be the last chance.

"Hi, Big Poli, it's me, Helle."

"Roar, Helle, Helle!"

"I remember you, is there anything to take care of me?"

The kind of flamboyant voice came from the receiver. Even if Helle didn't see him, he could feel his appearance.

This is also the reason why Helle doesn't like him very much.

Actually, people in New Jincheng, if they can, don't want to have any contact with Big Poli. This person's brain is not very good. He used a submachine gun to sweep in the bustling street in broad daylight, which makes people understand how bad his brain is.

"I encountered a little trouble. There is a batch of goods coming over from the sea tonight, but I am now watched by the police and can't spare myself."

"I intend to transfer this batch of goods. Maybe you will be interested."

The voice that was very personal and characteristic came from the receiver immediately, "That's right, I'm interested in profitable business."

"Then Helle, what can you give me, and what do I need to pay for this?"

Helle took a deep breath, "Alcohol worth 200,000, can be sold for 350,000 in the market. I have already paid the money. You can pick up the goods directly."

"As a price, you give me 100,000, and this batch of goods is yours."

After about ten seconds, a satisfactory answer came from the opposite side, "No problem, but one point, I want to pick up the goods, and after confirming that my people and the goods are safe, I will give you the money."

"Of course, of course, this should be."

"Helle, I have to say, you are a very interesting person. Maybe we will become good friends."

"Then the time, place, code, etc. for picking up the goods, tell me all..."

After hanging up the phone, Helle breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday he was still thinking that he could take the big head in the profit of at least 150,000 this time.

As a result, 24 hours later, not only was the profit gone, but he also lost 100,000.

Damn Wei De, damn that what's-his-name!

If the Red Dog Gang is a relatively gentle gang, then the Kamila Gang is not gentle at all.

In these years, there are not a few imperial people who have been torn tickets by them. Helle is not a kind and good person either. He thought about it and dialed a phone number.

After the phone was connected, he said "it's me", and then the other party hung up the phone.

About four or five minutes later, the phone in front of him rang, "What's wrong?"

A muffled male voice sounded, and it sounded like the receiver was wrapped in a handkerchief, which could change the voice, so it wouldn't matter even if someone recorded it.

"Wei De's case last night, who did it?", he asked. He intended to find the money he lost from the other party.

Wei De is finished, and he doesn't know Wei De's account and password, so this might be the only chance he can get some compensation.

The voice of that person came from the receiver, "Currently, we think it is very likely that the 'Lans Family' on 7th Street in the Port District did it, but so far there is no direct evidence."

"Now many people are watching them. If you don't want to cause trouble, you'd better not damn act at this time."

"Also, don't call the police station casually. Don't damn kill me!"

The busy tone of beep-beep-beep came. Helle stared at the receiver for a while, put it back on the phone base, and then picked up a pen, writing the crooked name of "Lans Family" on a piece of paper.

Not only was it written ugly, but he also spelled it wrong!

But these are not important. What is important is that he knows who to ask for the 100,000 he lost and the expected 150,000 profit!

After ten o'clock, Lans came to the office. As soon as he came, he saw two police cars being "besieged."

The police had already obtained a search warrant and were trying to make a final "struggle." As long as they could find those guns that fired the bullet heads they found at the scene, Lans would have to go to the police station to accept the investigation obediently.

Entering the police station and not entering the police station are two completely different things.

Federal police are not good characters. In these years, it is not a strange news that suspects died in the police station due to sudden illness.

Even federal law has repeatedly increased the means and scope of "interrogation" that may exist to ensure the safety of suspects.

But even so, it is often heard that suspects died suddenly in the police station.

Some were indeed beaten too hard by them accidentally, and died.

But there are also some, where someone greeted them to let them shut up.

If Lans entered the police station and no one protected him, then he would definitely confess.

Up to now, even the hardest-mouthed people, after a set of measures, there is no one who doesn't confess—they really will use waterboarding!

But it is a pity that Lans didn't give them this chance, because those weapons had already been returned to the bearded man.

If there are no accidents, even if they find that batch of weapons now, they will find that they have no relationship with the bullet heads left at the scene.

At this time, they were surrounded by workers. These people looked angrily, mistakenly thinking that these police officers were here to find trouble with Lans for Jamie and Johnny's case.

Damn federal police, when those people bullied them, the police didn't care even if they saw it.

But they just took a little revenge, and the police took out the posture of encountering a big thing and ran here.

The anger born in the collective will infect the people around. Soon these people began to push the police in the crowd.

The police didn't dare to fight back either, and could only hide back in the car. If Lans hadn't come in time, they might even have overturned the police car!

Seeing Lans come, people's irritable emotions calmed down a bit. He said a few words simply to the few leading workers inside, and the workers surrounding here dispersed at once.

The police who came this time were police from the City Police Department, not the Port District.

"Mr. Lans, it seems you are very respected by people here," the police officer who spoke had unclear meaning. Lans just smiled and nodded.

"People respect those who can provide them with work and a stable life."

He paused, "Do you have a search warrant?"

The police officer showed the search warrant. After Lans finished reading it, he handed it to Xiao En, "You can search, but don't touch the file documents. Those things are very troublesome to organize."

"I don't like trouble. If you give me trouble..."

The police officer looked at him, "And then?"

Lans smiled, said nothing, just shook his head twice, "Please."

The police officers in the two cars all got off. Following the "fingerprints" being included in the judicial evidence chain in previous years, these police officers were all wearing gloves to search.

They searched almost every place, and didn't even let go of the water tank in the toilet.

Someone also took an iron rod and knocked on the wall, seemingly looking for a secret compartment or something.

Perhaps Lans's warning to them played a role, and they didn't make the file room a mess. Of course, those files were also clear at a glance.

Whether there are weapons, whether things are hidden, can be seen through at a glance.

Approaching twelve o'clock, they completed all the detailed search work, and even the courtyard and alley behind the office were searched by them.

"Looks like you handled it very cleanly, Mr. Lans," the leading police officer stood by the side of the road, saying while taking off his gloves.

For this kind of trap-filled words, Lans has always not been fooled, "I don't quite understand the meaning of your sentence, but as a federal citizen, I will unconditionally cooperate with the law enforcement power granted to you by the judiciary."

"Now, are you sure you have finished searching, and found what you wanted to find?"

The police officer shook his head, "I hope you can always be so careful!"

He said and left with the police officers, but whether it was him or Lans, they both knew that this matter was far from over.

Lans returned to the office. Many people looked at him. Facing the gazes of these people, he "scolded" with that confident voice, "What are you daydreaming about, continue working!"

He returned to his office, found Hailamu, took 30 dollars out of the drawer, and placed it on the desktop.

"You go buy some gifts, take the money, send it to Johnny's home, and then go to the hospital to visit him, telling him that we have already sought the forgiveness of his family."

"Tell him not to talk nonsense. I can't take care of him now, and don't let me take care of him. You know how to say it."

Hailamu nodded and packed the money, "Tell him the seriousness of the matter."

Lans pointed at him, "Yes, tell him how serious this is, and then go see Enio, see if he needs anything..."

Dealing with Johnny's problem was Lans considering that if Officer Lukaer or the New Jincheng police intended to bump into him.

Then Johnny might become a breakthrough that disgusts people, for example, letting him bite to death that it was Lans who broke his arm, and then refusing to reconcile.

Although in the end Lans can be sure that he won't go to jail because of this, the police can use the witness's testimony to call him to the police station many times, and even monitor him openly and honestly.

This is very annoying, so he has to say hello to Johnny in advance, don't do stupid things!

After sending Hailamu away, Lans drove to the dock. He felt that someone was following him.

In the Federation, those who can have law enforcement power without wearing police uniforms, besides plainclothes police from the City Bureau, are only a few law enforcement agencies like the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

But he doesn't think this small case will alarm the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Of course, the Federal Bureau of Investigation is actually not a powerful agency now, although it has been established for a period of time, it hasn't shown strength in law enforcement departments.

Then the correct answer seems to be only one left: Officer Lukaer, or the person he arranged.

Lans didn't take this kind of tailing as any trouble and went directly to the dock.

He contracted the Workers' Club, so naturally he had to come over to see how this place should be renovated.

On the way, he saw Woen and chatted with Woen. Woen seemed to want to say something but couldn't say it. Lans felt he might know about the shootout last night.

New Jincheng is definitely a big city in this era, but for having convenient information dissemination channels, this is a small city.

The area of the Workers' Club is very large. Lans looked around and had a general idea, and at the same time, he also found the flashing golden light here.

Actually, it has potential, but the people in the union are still too timid, but he is bold.

Lans behaved no differently than usual all day. In fact, both he and the people following him knew that in a short period of time, he wouldn't be stupid enough to take the initiative to do anything that easily triggers problems.

Watching him now is just a kind of "explanation."

An explanation to the public who actually doesn't care much about this matter, and an explanation to themselves.

After one o'clock at night, Jimi led his subordinates to drive a speedboat and appeared in the sea area outside the port. Soon he discovered the person who came to deliver the goods.

After matching the code, he immediately got a large batch of alcohol.

The other party didn't intend to communicate with him at all, watched them move the goods away, and then drove the boat and ran.

And Jimi, led a large batch of speedboats loaded with alcohol, returned to the warehouse... ===== CHAPTER 128 =====