Chapter 131: Murderer and Meeting

Police cars with sirens didn't often appear on the streets of the Linjie District. Here, they were almost all elderly people; they weren't rich, there was nothing good to steal, and even less to rob.

Moreover, this was a typical residential area. Although there were shops on the street, if you asked them for too much money, for example, over twenty dollars, they might choose to close the shop and change to another place to operate.

For the elderly in the Federation, when they entered their so-called "later years," they lost the ability to earn money.

Without the ability to earn money, what was there to talk about regarding consumption ability?

Without much consumption ability, the profits of the shops naturally weren't high, and the public security here was relatively slightly better.

It wasn't that the crime rate in this district was very low, but that violent crimes were relatively few. Sometimes some old people found strangers coming to their homes, took a turn, and found nothing good to steal, so they left. They wouldn't look for trouble, just pretending nothing had happened.

So when two police cars stopped here, and there was also a forensic doctor, people's curiosity was infinitely magnified.

They gathered around, wanting to see what exactly had happened.

A few minutes later, another gray car came here, and Officer Hunte got out of the car.

He inserted his ID into his chest pocket, lifted the warning tape, and drilled in.

While walking, he put on gloves. When he walked into the first floor of this small two-story building, he smelled a fishy stench.

The fishy stench of blood. Although it was already November, the weather hadn't completely cooled down. This was a subtropical area, not too far from the tropics, and the temperature was still maintained at around 27 or 28 degrees, definitely better than before.

But such a temperature could still allow bacteria to multiply rapidly. Those viscous bloods were rich in various nutrients, which were what all bacteria liked most.

When arriving at the stairs, the smell was even richer. He covered his mouth and nose and went to the second floor. Several police officers were outside a room on the second floor.

The forensic doctor just came out of the room and saw Officer Hunte at a glance.

The City Police Department had a total of four criminal investigation teams. Today it was Officer Hunte's turn to be in charge. He knew the forensic doctor; they were acquaintances.

"What's the situation?" He greeted him, wanting to shake hands with the forensic doctor, but seeing the bloodstains on the other's gloves, he finally gave up.

The forensic doctor took off his gloves while saying, "Gang vendetta, honor killing, it should be done by people from the Brotherhood Gang."

Every gang would have its own unique honor killing style. This strong style was like telling others why they died.

Not only did the people who legislated in the Federation have problems in their heads, but gang members also had problems in their heads. Some gang killers, after executing people who offended them, would write the execution process into songs or short essays and distribute them everywhere, afraid that others wouldn't know it was them.

And these songs and short essays eventually became one of the important pieces of evidence for them to be brought to justice.

Hearing this, Hunte basically had nothing extra to ask about this case. He walked outside the bedroom door. The deceased was kneeling on the ground, hands behind his back, wrapped together with iron wire, the other end hanging from the ceiling.

This forced his body to lean forward to ensure his arms wouldn't be broken by himself, which formed a pose like admitting a mistake.

Officer Hunte squatted down, supporting the ground with one hand, looking at his face and body. Blood was dripping from his mouth and nose, there was an obvious cut on the skin of his chest, and a dagger could be seen stuck in his chest.

The forensic doctor walked over at this time and stood beside Officer Hunte. "The cause of death is heart rupture."

"Suffered torture before death, typical Brotherhood Gang method."

Officer Hunte's face was somewhat flushed because of squatting. After standing up, he clapped his hands. "Is there information about his identity?"

The forensic doctor shook his head. "This isn't my job. My job is to tell you how he died, and whether he did other things before death."

"The rest is your job."

Soon Hunte left with some evidence. It wasn't difficult to figure out the identity of this young man.

He directly checked the registration information of the residence. This house was registered under the name of Mr. Qiaobafu's assistant, and this person, through some comparison of identity information, directly matched the landlord's nephew.

Before twelve o'clock at noon, the phone contacted Mr. Qiaobafu's assistant. "This is the Criminal Investigation Division of the Jincheng Police Department. I am Hunte, the leader of the second team."

"There is a very regrettable and sad thing to inform you: your nephew died in a house of yours located in the Linjie District."

"We have a procedure for claiming the body here. I hope you or his other relatives can come over."

"If his body isn't processed for a long time, we might donate it to a medical university or medical institution..."

In less than half an hour, three luxury cars stopped in the parking lot of the City Police Department.

Mr. Qiaobafu hired professional security guards, four hundred dollars per person per month.

Legally armed, and would open fire when necessary, and would also block bullets for him. These people were very professional.

As for whether it was true, Mr. Qiaobafu himself didn't know, because every year some security companies would go bankrupt or change their names, but at least until now, he hadn't heard anyone say their service wasn't good.

He personally accompanied the assistant here, took a form, and then went to the morgue.

Officer Hunte pulled out one of the compartments from a freezer, and the assistant's nephew was lying inside, bloodless.

His body had been dissected. In order not to make it impossible to clean up during dissection, his blood had long been drained, which was also the reason for his pale face.

Seeing his nephew close his eyes forever, and what was even more desperate was that he himself told the other party the address, he had a pain and hatred that couldn't be described in words.

He almost couldn't stand still, and Mr. Qiaobafu supported him.

Officer Hunte waited for their emotions to vent for a while, then took the form and let them sign. "If this is someone you know, sign here."

"In addition, we suspect he died of gang vendetta. Do you have any clues you can provide to us?"

"This will help us solve the case faster."

Mr. Qiaobafu's assistant stroked his nephew's cheek, not yet recovered from the pain of losing a relative.

After a while, Officer Hunte asked again, and he turned to look at him. "No, can we... let you cancel this case?"

"I want to send him home."

"And I don't want to dwell on this matter anymore. Everything should end."

Listening to the old man's heart-dead words, Officer Hunte could only sigh heavily. "This is a criminal case. Regardless of whether you pursue the murderer's responsibility or not, we will open a homicide investigation mechanism and pursue it."

"So..."

Mr. Qiaobafu patted the assistant's back. "I'll talk to him."

Officer Hunte glanced at him twice, and the two walked outside the morgue.

Mr. Qiaobafu gave him a cigarette. Although life experience didn't make him feel like vomiting, he definitely wasn't comfortable.

At this time, having a cigarette could help him alleviate the discomfort of seeing a dead person at close range.

"Officer Hunte, you should be able to see why he died."

Officer Hunte didn't show any biased expression, but said "I don't understand."

Regardless of whether he really didn't understand or pretended not to understand, Mr. Qiaobafu continued to say, "We are just ordinary businessmen, without gang background, we can't afford to offend them."

"Someone has already learned a painful lesson because of this matter. It's time to stop."

"This matter, in any case, ends here. We won't pursue the murderer's responsibility, nor will we pursue your responsibility. Let everything pass."

"This counts as a request from two old men to you!"

Officer Hunte stood for a long time, took several puffs of the cigarette, and then nodded lightly. "If this is what you wish."

Mr. Qiaobafu squeezed out a smile, reached out and shook hands with Officer Hunte. "Thank you!"

Soon they left. According to their request, the assistant's nephew's body would be cremated quickly, and then the ashes would be sent back to the Empire.

Officer Hunte returned to the office, sat down and smoked for a while, then he got up and walked to the window, looked at the police officers working outside through the blinds, and then adjusted the blinds to a state where people outside couldn't see inside.

He closed the door, walked back to the table, and dialed Poli's phone.

"You motherfucker better give me a reason for calling me now..."

Before Poli finished speaking, Officer Hunte interrupted him. "I also need to give you a reason?"

Two seconds later, perhaps he was thinking about who his mother was, and finally thought of it, then laughed loudly. "Officer Hunte, is there any good thing to take care of me?"

Hunte hummed twice. "What did your people do in the Linjie District last night?"

Poli looked at the girl beside him who was somewhat at a loss, signaling her to continue.

"You saw that punishment?"

"I have some disputes with the boss above that guy. Some time ago he arranged for people to assassinate Jimmy. Jimmy was lucky to escape a disaster. Now the result of our transaction is to use him as the price to end this dispute."

"There is more than one murderer, Hunte!"

The "murderer" Poli said wasn't the person who really killed the assistant's nephew, but everyone who participated in this matter, including Mr. Qiaobafu himself, his assistant, Poli, Jimmy—these people were all murderers!

"Don't let me catch you!" Hunte warned.

Poli didn't care about this kind of threat at all. "Wait until you catch me. When you have time, let's go play ball together. I still have to solve my physiological problems. Talk later."

In the evening, when Officer Hunte was chatting, he talked about this matter with Officer Lukaer. This matter, from the side, also deepened Officer Lukaer's desire to obtain greater power.

Every day, in this city, in the entire Federation, countless criminals are committing crimes.

But as law enforcers, they are always unable to bring criminals to justice for one reason or another. This is the sorrow of law enforcers, and the sorrow of the federal judicial system.

The conversation with Chief Chali made him suddenly realize that only by standing higher can one shoulder more responsibility and possess true law enforcement power!

A few days later, Officer Lukaer had been arranging for people to watch Lanse, but he never found any flaws. He also realized that if he hadn't been able to stop those cars full of bullet holes and bullets at the scene, he had lost the last chance to arrest Lanse, which made him quickly withdraw all the people watching Lanse.

Because it no longer had any practical significance. Watching him wouldn't have any effect, but would instead fuel some of his arrogance.

When these police officers watching him disappeared, Lanse took the initiative to bring some gifts and visited Mr. Pasiletuo, who was Alberto's boss.

The Sumuli District was just east of the Linjie District, near the Bay District. About 100,000 Sumuli people lived here.

Besides these Sumuli people, of course, there were many federal citizens and immigrants from other regions, but overall, there were the most Sumuli people here, and the Sumuli atmosphere was also thicker.

Men sitting in groups of three or five by the roadside gathered around the table. They would taste coffee with very small coffee cups, then eat small pastries, play cards, or do something else.

The clothes they wore were different from the federal-style costumes, looking more exquisite.

These people maintained their decency and appearance. Even if they were poor, they would make themselves look not so sloppy and dirty.

The base camp of the Pasiletuo family was in a manor in the far east. The manor was very quiet. As soon as you entered the gate, you could see a very large fountain.

There were at least thirty or forty cars parked on both sides of the fountain, maybe more.

Alberto's car stopped not far from the entrance. After he and Alberto got off, Fudisi drove the car away instead of parking it here.

The two entered the room. Every Sumuli person looked at Lanse with scrutinizing eyes, as if they wanted to see through him completely.

Alberto kept greeting those people. It could be seen that he was very familiar with all of them.

These Sumuli people were very united in the Federation. Federal locals didn't like to bully them, because if you bullied one person, they would retaliate doubly.

This also allowed Sumuli people to quickly gain a foothold in the Federation.

They came to a large room. The situation here was very interesting. Everyone seemed to be lining up to see Mr. Pasiletuo.

He was in the house in the deepest part of the hall. Every time a few people went in, the door would close, and then wait for a while. Those people would thank the people inside or do something else while leaving.

Then the next wave of people would go in.

"Mr. Pasiletuo seems to be very respected." Lanse said in a low voice.

Alberto agreed with his point of view. "Mr. Pasiletuo is one of the three pillars of Sumuli in the Federation. We all regard them as our leaders!"

Three Sumuli people were the spiritual leaders of Sumuli immigrants in the Federation. This sounded very difficult to mess with!

Fortunately, Lanse didn't wait long. Not long after, a person in his thirties looked at them, signaling Alberto to take Lanse over.

The two hurriedly stood up and walked to the door. The middle-aged man stopped them slightly. "You only have ten minutes."

The gifts Lanse brought had been checked, and after being checked again here, they were allowed to be brought in.

After entering the room, Lanse saw him, Alberto's boss.

He was wearing a dark brown vest, a silk-fabric collar, a white shirt, and a dark cyan tie.

The hair combed back in a three-seven split was covered in hair wax, and he noticed that Mr. Pasiletuo's hair was black.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking like a positive character in a movie star, the first impression was very good.

Alberto took the initiative to walk over, took his hand, and whispered something. Lanse didn't hear it, and then stood aside.

Just when Lanse didn't know whether he should learn from him, Mr. Pasiletuo stood up, reached out and shook hands with Lanse. "Your wine helped me a lot. I have always wanted to meet you, and Alberto told me some interesting things."

"So now it seems, your trouble is solved?"

He asked Alberto to get some wine, and then took out two high-end cigars. "Do you like this?"

Lanse didn't refuse. He gave one to Lanse, one to Alberto, and he himself had half a stick.

"My trouble was properly solved thanks to Alberto's help to me. If it weren't for him, it would be difficult for me to solve these problems so easily."

Mr. Pasiletuo looked like a person who was easy to get along with. He nodded while listening to Lanse. "You and Alberto are friends. Friends should help each other."

"Alberto told me about your cinema, but he didn't tell it very clearly, and also told me that filming movies can also help us solve some financial problems."

"To be honest, sending money back and then sending it back looks like... very convenient, but it is far from as convenient as you imagine."

"If the things you said can become facts, even if its loss is five points or even ten points more than we currently have, this is a very good thing for us."

"You will gain the friendship of the Pasiletuo family!"

Although the money laundering method of the Pasiletuo family currently had small losses, more than ten percent, there were many restrictions while there were risks.

For example, those monies were all in the hands of legal businessmen. They couldn't hand over the money to Mr. Pasiletuo or his subordinates without reason.

Otherwise, this would implicate those safe assets, making them unsafe.

The federal government and the federal tax bureau would definitely try every means to turn those theoretically legal assets into untaxed criminal proceeds, and then confiscate them.

So this led to the fact that even if the money was laundered and arrived in the Federation, they couldn't use it themselves.

What they could enjoy was movable property and real estate, obtaining temporary usage rights through leasing and other methods.

Instead of spending money directly.

If you want to spend money, you have to go through a few more procedures, and it is dangerous to their legal assets.

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The money they sent to family members was mostly black money, which was illegal!

If Lanse could help him solve this problem, then this would be a great thing! ===== CHAPTER 132 =====