Chapter 159: Lanse is a good citizen

Branch Chief Bulu looked at Lanse. He couldn't feel Lanse's respect for him, which made him a bit annoyed.

Everyone hopes to be respected by others, and he also hoped so, but he couldn't feel it.

"Lanse, what I'm saying isn't when it can end, but the problem of your methods and attitude."

"Do you know what people outside are saying?"

"You are more useful than the police. Things the police can't solve, you solved in just one day!"

"And you also shot and killed that young man without trial, on the street, under the gaze of dozens, hundreds of people!"

"You make me very passive, Lanse. This is my territory, not yours. You, and your people, didn't follow the rules here!"

The more the residents of the Imperial District recognized Lanse, the more embarrassed he felt.

Think about it, how would Chief Charlie, the congressmen, and the mayor view him?

People would actually think that finding the Lanse Family when encountering problems was more useful than calling the police. This was the greatest irony and mockery of him!

He would become a joke when people chatted, and would also use "Do you know" as an opening sentence to describe his stupidity and incompetence!

As the largest super port in the northern hemisphere, he would not only become the joke of this city but also, accompanied by the spread of sailors, become the joke of the Federation and even the whole world.

By then, people all over the world would know that in New Jincheng, there was an Imperial District.

Residents of the Imperial District wouldn't find the police when something happened, but would find a gang, a person from the Lanse Family to help. As for why?

Isn't it because of corruption and incompetence!

This influence on him was too big!

Lanse lit a cigarette. "Then what do you hope I do?"

"The mayor asked me to end the small chaos here as soon as possible, but you are telling me I shouldn't do this." He said, holding the cigarette in his mouth, lifted the phone on the table, and made a gesture to dial the number pad. "Perhaps I should call the mayor now and tell him you have an opinion on his work arrangement."

Branch Chief Bulu's face turned green. He pressed the phone with one hand and glared at Lanse. "I never said that!"

Lanse took the opportunity to put the receiver back. "But that's what you expressed."

"Listen, Bulu, I respect you and all the police officers here, but we all have our own work to do now. We can become very good partners."

"I know what you want. What you want is decency. No problem, I can give it to you."

Branch Chief Bulu's expression looked a bit better. He put the phone back in place, put it in a position far away from Lanse, and then lit a cigarette himself. "How do you plan to do it?"

Lanse talked about his plan. "I will send the criminals caught to your side, and then you go to hold a press conference, or go to write a report to the above, or something."

"We all know what's going on, but what you want is this decency, isn't it?"

"Under your hosting, the case-solving rate of this area is constantly improving, the crime rate is falling, the public security rate is improving, and everyone says you are a capable branch chief. Perhaps when Charlie retires, you will be able to take over."

When Branch Chief Bulu heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Then he suppressed the impulse that shouldn't have risen in his heart, and used a tone that wasn't complaining but had to pretend to be complaining. "I never thought about these."

Lanse didn't expose him. "Yes, you didn't think about it. You only thought about seeking welfare for the people."

"How about I have someone make a thank-you letter with at least one thousand handwritten signatures for you?"

Branch Chief Bulu was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a while. "I don't understand what you mean?"

"That is, everyone thanks you for everything you have done for the Imperial District. You protected the stability here, protected people's lives and property safety. You are the executor of the Constitution and justice. They spontaneously thank you from the heart."

Bulu pondered it carefully and hesitated a bit. "Would it be not too good? Actually, I didn't do anything."

You damn well didn't do anything!

Lanse crossed his legs. Although he was sitting in the chair that a "visitor" should sit in, at this time, he had a feeling that he was the master of the room.

His right hand was holding a cigarette, sitting sideways, and his left hand knocked on the desktop twice. "There is nothing more decent than this."

Then he saw a trace of shyness on Branch Chief Bulu's face. "For the time being... it's better not to."

The branch chief's tone had already eased a lot, and he also started to seriously think about the ideas Lanse mentioned.

The reason why he was very angry now was that people said he and his Imperial District Branch were useless waste!

This kind of discussion and reputation would make him have no room for promotion in the future, although it wasn't big originally, at most it was the city police bureau chief, but after all, it could be improved.

He knew Lanse had big shots behind him, otherwise he should have become history with the Kamila Gang long ago. Now finding him here was just wanting to beat him up.

Let him understand that even if there were big shots taking care of him, in the Imperial District, on his territory, he was the one who had the final say.

But now, after Lanse hit a combination of punches, he found that he was a bit persuaded.

Just like what Lanse said, New Jincheng, and even the Federation, what exactly is public security, everyone knows in their hearts.

The federal government has so many law enforcement departments, but why can't they handle the gangs and families of all sizes within the federal territory?

Even the tentacles of the five major federal families have already reached into the Congress!

The factor of the era is one part, and the other part is that everyone hasn't entered the intense process of "confrontation."

In this period of rapid development where everything is still in a primitive and barbaric state, whether it's politicians, capitalists, or these gang families, their goals are very simple: unite to obtain more wealth, and greater social influence.

What's wrong with cooperating with gang families?

Some big shots in the Congress are still doing business with people from the five major federal families, and even some bills were promoted by gangs!

Of course, it doesn't exclude that they once assassinated more than one president for big shots. In this period of the Federation, it's you in me, and me in you.

So what Lanse said, catching criminals and sending them to him, letting him make contributions in a grand manner, isn't a joke. It has a great foundation.

Big shots don't care at all whether this was done by yourself. They only care whether you have completed their instructions.

Because they need your work results to deal with higher-level big shots. Higher-level big shots wouldn't care at all whether the public security of a certain block is maintained by the police or by a certain family.

There is room for operation!

The most critical thing is that the idea of cooperation provided by Lanse is very good.

Before, whether it was the Kamila Gang or the Red Dog Gang, they didn't hope that the police would enter the territory they controlled, and weren't willing for the police to intervene in their affairs.

Including some vendettas in society, the opposition between gangs, they didn't hope that the police would participate.

But Lanse's attitude now clearly shows that it can be more open to cooperation. This attitude made Branch Chief Bulu unable to pick out faults. Not to mention, he still had to prepare what kind of thank-you letter from one thousand people who were sincere.

The original dissatisfied emotion had already decayed a lot. From the perspective of his own interests, he found that there was no need to continue to go against Lanse, and this didn't conform to his interest demands.

Just when he was about to slow down his tone and chat well with Lanse, Lanse suddenly pointed to a photo and a certificate on the wall and asked, "Does Branch Chief Bulu like the dart game very much?"

The dart game is most popular in the Midwest region. Almost every bar has dart game props. It is a very popular small game.

There are some small competitions about it in the Federation, and people who are obsessed with it like it very much.

Lanse scratched Branch Chief Bulu's itch at once.

As a branch chief, not to mention whether there is money in his pocket, if he wants to play some sports, there is actually no very good choice.

Basketball or football are too intense. He is not young anymore, and it's not something he can participate in.

Things like golf, polo, are too high-end. It's not that he can't afford to play, but after playing, some people will feel that it's inappropriate for him to do so.

You, a branch chief whose name might not even be known by them, actually play ball on the same field as them. Are you worthy?

So there aren't many games that these not-so-big and not-so-small characters can enjoy, and there are even fewer that can be played at any time.

Darts is one of them.

He looked back at the photo and certificate, and said with a smile, "This is a dart competition in New Jincheng. I was lucky a few years ago and got second place once."

"Second place?" Lanse emphasized, but this sentence sounded to Branch Chief Bulu as if he were saying... why only second place?

Now he felt Lanse was not bad, so his tone wasn't so tough. "Second place is not bad. You have to know that at least thousands of people participate in every session. I was just very lucky to get this ranking that time."

"Later, until now, basically I can't even enter the top thirty-two."

He said, shaking his head, trying to tell Lanse that this wasn't a simple thing.

Lanse nodded slightly. "Are there many police officers in the police station who like darts?"

Branch Chief Bulu didn't understand what this meant. "There are some, about ten-plus people. After all, we don't have too much time to do others."

"But if playing darts, even one minute is enough for us to throw once."

Lanse thought for a while. "I plan to donate one thousand dollars every month to hold a dart competition once a month in the Imperial District Branch, limited to internal police officers."

"First place one thousand dollars, second place to... the... tenth place, each person's prize money is fifty dollars."

Branch Chief Bulu was stunned for a moment. He didn't react at first. If he wanted to talk about the dart level of the whole police station, it must be his highest.

Even if some people had the same level as him, they wouldn't be stupid enough to have to defeat him.

And which competition actually still gave prize money to the tenth place? Some competitions only had champions and runners-up. Third place was something that only existed later.

Immediately, he realized that Lanse was sending him money, one thousand dollars every month.

And this money, compared to the money others gave him, was more hidden!

At the same time, it also solved another trouble for him. He had additional black money income, and the police also collected regular fees, and then everyone divided them according to the level.

But this part of the money actually also belonged to black money, which wasn't easy to spend.

But now there was no problem. He could reasonably and legally pay taxes with Lanse's one thousand dollars, and then when he made large-scale consumption, he could say it was his competition prize money.

As for how many times this prize money had been spent, that was another question. If you want to say the money I spent isn't competition prize money, then you have to prove to the court that this money isn't legal, but how to prove this?

For no reason, Branch Chief Bulu suddenly felt Lanse was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, and there were more smiles on his face.

He seemed to have forgotten at all that he called Lanse over to find trouble for him. "I thank you for your generosity on behalf of the police officers in the branch. Lanse, they will definitely be very happy after knowing this."

There were nine other people, fifty dollars per person per month, maybe not as much as the money they found outside, but who would push away what was sent to the door for free?

As for Lanse bribing police officers, he didn't feel so. This was a manifestation of Lanse respecting the spirit of sports!

Lanse nodded slightly. "As for the case that just happened, I will urge them to send the person over as soon as possible. As for the one who died..."

Branch Chief Bulu said directly, "They had a firefight with some people we didn't grasp clues about. Dying in a firefight is the most common consequence for these... people. As for whether they can be caught, I can't guarantee to society."

Lanse put down his crossed legs, threw the cigarette on the ground, then stood up, tidied his clothes, and extended his hand. "Thank you for your understanding, Chief Bulu."

Branch Chief Bulu also stood up hurriedly and shook hands with Lanse tightly. "The Presidential Palace and the state government have been advocating our police-civilian cooperation. I think this is a manifestation of our cooperation..."

"By the way, that matter..." He felt that the conversation was about to end here, and reminded Lanse a bit embarrassedly.

Actually, Lanse knew what it was, but he deliberately pretended to be stupid. "What matter?"

Sometimes, when you take the initiative to say it, and when the other party takes the initiative to propose it, the effect is different.

If Lanse took the initiative to say it, it meant he was the passive party, but if Branch Chief Bulu said it, then Lanse could not only grasp the initiative but also be stronger.

Branch Chief Bulu took a deep breath. "Thank-you letter..."

Lanse shook the hands of the two people together forcefully. "I guarantee there is no problem..."

After coming out of the police station, several people at the entrance of the police station greeted them immediately. They were all people Lanse brought. One of them leaned in front of him and said, "They have already brought the person back to the company."

Lanse nodded while entering the car. "Return to the company, find someone to call Nick, and let him decide the end of these few people."

When Lanse returned to the company, they had just poured cement into the oil drum.

Now the weather was a bit cold, and the time for the cement in the oil drum to solidify would be slightly longer, so it was placed directly in the courtyard.

The four young people had been shivering. They saw with their own eyes that these people bled their partners, then washed them clean, threw them into the oil drum, and poured cement.

They also finally remembered the small story that only local people knew, the small story about the mystery of the Angel Lake water.

Mo Lisi simply interrogated, and these people didn't belong to any gang. They just saw that after the Kamila Gang collapsed rapidly, a large area of territory was left.

They felt they could also become a behemoth like the Kamila Gang. The young man who fired the gun stole his father's revolver, and then they formed a small family and started their "criminal career."

Their plan was to first find a way to rob a large sum of money, then recruit people, and open a bar or something.

With a stable income, taking this bar as the core, constantly expanding outward, and ultimately becoming the sixth largest family in New Jincheng.

The idea was very beautiful, but it died too fast, so much so that they hadn't even bought the second pistol in their plan. The "Imperial Hegemony" hadn't started yet and it collapsed.

Four people didn't dare to hide anything and confessed everything. After all, watching the whole process of handling the corpse, it really scared them!

After Lanse returned, these few people had long lost their bones.

After Mo Lisi simply said the news interrogated, Lanse didn't manage much.

About half an hour later, Nick came again.

"Mr. Lanse, I... I am a bit excited." His eye sockets were slightly red. Although he had been excited once, he still looked very excited when seeing Lanse!

Because he had already confirmed that the young man who fired the gun and injured his father had indeed died.

It was just that he didn't know that the person was now in the oil drum not far from him.

If the police caught that person, because it didn't cause a terrible consequence, at most they would be locked up for ten-plus years and then released. This was something he couldn't accept.

His father almost died because of this, and even if he survived, he suffered a heavy blow, and that murderer would only be thirty or forty years old ten-plus years later. This was something he couldn't accept.

But now, that guy really died. In an instant, he felt his whole person was transparent, and his respect and gratitude for Lanse were even stronger.

Lanse nodded slightly, then took him to the courtyard, letting him see the four young people who started to shake again. "There are four other people here. You can choose to forgive them, or beat them up."

"Of course, if you are not relieved, you can kill them, and I will have someone help you handle everything..."

Where could the four young people withstand this? They immediately knelt down and begged, letting Nick not kill them.

On the way here, Nick thought of many things, and even thought about letting them taste the feeling of being hit by a bullet.

But at this time, his excited emotion had already started to subside after reaching the peak, and the thinking of ordinary people started to occupy the upper hand.

He hesitated for a while, then shook his head. "Someone has already paid a sufficient price, and they also seem to have received corresponding punishment. Let's end this matter here."

The four young people were moved to tears and started to apologize for the mistakes they had made.

Lanse patted Nick on the shoulder. "You are a tolerant person. They will go to jail. This is what they deserve."

Nick let out a sigh of relief. "That's best." He paused. "I brought two bottles of wine when I came just now. You must taste them."

"This is brewed by ourselves. It might not be as good as the wine you usually drink, but it has a unique flavor..."

Lanse's footsteps paused. "Brewed by yourself?" ===== CHAPTER 160 =====