Chapter 178: Reasons, Confrontation, and Good Luck

Director Chali was not surprised to hear Lukaer say he was going to investigate Lanse's territory, because he seemed to have had some unresolved ties with Lanse before.

What he was curious about now was what Lanse had done to him; he was always staring at Lanse, not others.

He asked it.

"I remember you and Lanse didn't seem to have any conflict, why are you staring at him?"

Lukaer didn't avoid this question. "Can't say there's no conflict at all, he played me."

"Once...", he talked about what happened when he first met Lanse. Lanse treated him to a cup of coffee and then chatted with him for a long time.

This made him feel at the time that Lanse was a decent person, and he even treated Lanse back later.

But who could have thought that not only were those two idiot brothers taken out by Lanse, but even the Kamila Gang became a thing of the past under Lanse's retaliation.

Whenever he thought of these things, he would feel amused, and also had the idea of wanting to compete with Lanse.

"I want to know, is the cat more powerful, or the mouse more powerful!"

Director Chali couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing it. "The story between you is much more interesting than I imagined. I can already understand your feelings."

"When a murderer you are looking for is standing right in front of you, not only chatting with you easily, but you also treated each other to coffee."

"That feeling... oh, god, it's really too interesting!"

He could feel that Lukaer was not angry, but a competitive spirit at work; he himself felt it was interesting and funny.

After laughing for a while, his laughter stopped. "The situation now is a bit subtle, Lukaer."

"I shouldn't have said these things, but sometimes we are in this society, and when we are powerless, we can only stand with the crowd."

"After the Kamila Gang was finished, most of their industries were taken over by Ailike.", he said and looked at Lukaer, hoping to find some extra emotions on his face.

But unfortunately, he didn't find any; Lukaer was more mature and steady than before.

He whistled. "This is a formidable guy!"

Everyone knew that Ailike was the mayor's nephew. His taking over these industries meant that there would be some difficulties when investigating him.

It was difficult to get support in the judiciary. Although the federal government promised that the judiciary must be independent, the local government still had great influence on the judicial department.

It was unlikely that they would approve search warrants for Ailike's industries at will, including arrest warrants and other legal documents.

At the same time, he also keenly sensed that Director Chali was telling him in this way that Lanse was now providing services for the mayor.

If he investigated Lanse in the Imperial District, it would be equivalent to challenging the mayor...

If it were the old him, he might not have dared to do so.

Because at that time he was just an ordinary policeman, even if he was a police officer in the criminal investigation team of the city police department, a small leader, he was still in the police system.

When the mayor, city councilors, and even some socialites made a phone call, he would feel very uncomfortable.

But now, everything is different.

Because he is a senior agent, the Presidential Palace and Congress have put a lot of effort into this department and have high hopes for it.

During the training period, the chief of the state office told them that if they had things they couldn't handle, they could apply for support.

When necessary, they could even talk directly to senators!

This kind of power made Lukaer believe that he already had the courage and determination to confront these decaying and dark things.

Of course, he wouldn't be so reckless. This was like his partner giving him a whistle when he was a policeman for the first time, telling him he could blow the whistle when he couldn't handle things.

But he didn't blow the whistle until he was transferred from the patrol department.

That is a kind of confidence, a kind of trump card, whether it is an offensive trump card or a defensive trump card, it can be many things, represent many things, but it does not represent a means.

Because when it becomes a means, it must be the most inferior way, and the most inferior means!

Lukaer looked at this "mentor". "Chali, I will use my brain. Without absolute evidence, I definitely won't touch him."

"I have a question now, will you stand on my side?"

Director Chali thought about it seriously. "I have three years to retire. If you don't mess around, I will stand on your side as before."

This sentence already indicated his attitude. If Lukaer really messed around, he couldn't hit the south wall and die.

Police chief retirement, generous pension, plus the money he saved, he could have a perfect retirement life.

Although he was also obsessed with power, he wouldn't use his future life as a bet.

Lukaer got the answer he wanted. Actually, whether Director Chali stood on his side or not was not that important; he just hoped... to give himself a reason.

When they were receiving training, he and several local senior agents were taken aside for talks.

Some senators were very dissatisfied with the superficial prohibition practices in various places. They wanted various places to make some big news.

They urgently needed to use the heads of a group of people to tell people that the constitutional amendment pushed for prohibition this time was not playing around with people.

It was not the kind of "trick constitution" that stipulated voting rights for cotton-picking experts but set many thresholds; this time it was for real.

Only by killing a group of people hard could society return to the path they designed.

What Lukaer didn't know was that some senators who had started to go crazy in politics had even proposed a social gender segregation bill.

That lunatic believed that love would reduce labor efficiency, and sex would make them use their physical strength too much in places without value.

They gave many examples, such as that among animals in nature, only a very small number of animals have sex for pleasure.

The sex of the vast majority of animals only occurs when they are breeding. This is what species should do, instead of wasting a lot of physical strength and energy for a moment of happiness!

They believed that only by maintaining a strong physique and not being affected by sex would they have more strength to work, instead of thinking about going home and having a relationship with the opposite sex every day.

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They even put forward the slogan "Love is as hopeless as alcohol," and were almost starting to form groups to lobby!

Of course, such a ridiculous assumption could not become a proposal, let alone pass, just as ridiculous as those proposals that once advocated that prohibition would definitely bring about an increase in productivity...

Well, sometimes no one knows whether these senators are becoming so absurd to make big news, or just because they hope to be unique in politics, they make themselves so unlike human beings.

In the evening, Lukaer and several colleagues found a restaurant with a relatively quiet environment. The melodious music isolated the inadvertent eavesdropping between guests at different tables.

Including Lukaer, nine people sat at the table. The director didn't come; he was still at the state government handling some procedural things.

New department, new law enforcement power, these all need to be determined layer by layer with paper documents, and there must be signatures of those in charge.

Today was the day they, the senior agents, and the deputy director contacted each other.

Interestingly, there was actually a bottle of wine on the table.

Nine people at a table, only three were locals, others were transferred from other places, or from the state government.

The environment of New Jincheng is special, so everyone felt that there was profit to be made here, and it was easier to achieve results.

The deputy director held the wine bottle. "Dima distilled red wine...", he looked at some standards and put it back on the table. "I found that the situation we are facing is more severe than we imagined."

He came over first, so he ordered the meal, and others arrived one after another.

The deputy director might not really be willing to be this deputy director, but no matter what, before the work was about to officially start, he always had to show some characteristics.

Others glanced at the wine bottle, and Lukaer also held it and pointed at it. The color of distilled red wine would be slightly lighter, but the alcohol content was obviously higher.

This was... dozens of times more than the regulation in the law that "alcohol content exceeding 5/1000" counts as alcohol!

Sometimes taking a bite of fermented bread, the alcohol content is higher than this!

"They promoted this wine to me. I asked the manager, isn't it during Prohibition now?"

"He told me, I stored a bottle of wine here before, but they couldn't remember what wine I stored, and needed me to remind them!"

When the deputy director said this, there was not much smile on his face.

"Very clever means, gentlemen."

"They didn't sell these wines without knowing anything, but had already found loopholes in the law, because drinking and storing are not illegal."

"They successfully drilled a loophole, not only selling wine to us, but also allowing us to drink in public, because it was stored here by us."

"No transaction, completely legal."

The expressions of several senior agents also became solemn, including Lukaer.

When he was training in the state, he actually felt... this matter would not be too difficult, because this is a constitutional amendment, which means it is a law that every region must implement, and no region can be exempted.

People would stop these illegal acts because of fear of the law, and only criminals would sell these wines.

But now, he found that not only criminals were selling, but ordinary people were also selling!

He turned around and looked around. In the quiet medium-to-high-end restaurant, almost every table had a bottle of wine.

Someone asked, "Then how do they collect our fees?"

"If they don't collect money... of course this is impossible, but if this money is linked to wine, we have a way to punish them."

Before the work officially started, they caught a current one. Those big figures would definitely feel satisfied with their work progress.

The deputy director shook his head. "See the band over there?"

Several people turned around at the same time and looked at the small stage in front of the restaurant lobby. Several people were playing music, and the music in the restaurant came from them.

Now almost all medium-to-high-end restaurants have bands playing music, which is very common.

"The band charges for serving us, the waiter charges for serving us, and the chefs."

"The manager told me that there will be a service fee to ensure that everything is safe."

He picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass for everyone. "Don't be so serious. When the director comes back, don't tell him."

"When people find that the benefits obtained by violating the law are far less than the punishment for them, criminal behavior will be naturally curbed."

He said and laughed. "If you are going to the gallows for stealing a dollar, I believe that after hanging a few people, no one will be a thief again!"

He said and lowered his voice. "This is our last drink. Don't tell the director when he comes back."

"Wish us a wonderful start, cheers!"

Several people raised their glasses, just like the guests around them. In a moment, everyone's face turned a bit ruddy.

Heavy snow was falling outside, and nothing could make people feel more comfortable than having a drink in such weather.

Outside the restaurant's kitchen window, a homeless man looked through the restaurant window with envy, jealousy, and hatred, watching the people enjoying delicious food inside.

He didn't beg for much money today, only thirty-something cents, but here, the cheapest dish might also be fifty cents or even a dollar.

These people would never lower their heads to look at him sitting in the ice and snow, stingy to the point of not even wanting to give a five-cent coin. Why didn't God send down anger to burn them all to death?

If so, those delicacies would all be his!

His mouth had some sour saliva surging up. He didn't know that his mouth was comparable to a biochemical laboratory.

Just as he was fantasizing about what those dishes tasted like, a waiter walked out with an unhappy expression, holding a stick. "If you appear here again and affect our guests' dining, I guarantee I will break your leg!"

"Now, get the hell out of our shop!"

The homeless man ran away as if frightened, and only after running far away did he curse something.

Perhaps cursing those rich people who lacked sympathy and mercy, perhaps cursing that dog waiter who wouldn't even let him look, perhaps... God himself?

Cars on the side of the road drove by quickly. He didn't pay attention to dodging, and the ice and snow lifted up splashed all over him.

He was a bit sad, but more dissatisfied and angry. "Motherfucker!", he gave the middle finger to those cars.

But the next second, the car stopped. The homeless man was stunned for a moment. Just as he wanted to leave, two people wearing black trench coats with a red armband on their left arm got out of the car, and one of them waved at him.

"Fuck!", he didn't dare to run. This is the Imperial District, he knows who these people are!

He could only walk over slowly, while hunching his waist, while revealing a fawning smile, and also took off his worn-out fisherman hat, holding it in his hand.

Seeming to feel that his hair was a bit messy, he used his hands full of calluses and dirt to smooth out the sparse, yellowing hair that didn't have a few strands left.

"Sir, I wasn't cursing you..."

"Come over here."

The young man pointed to the front. He walked over, no longer able to smile.

He had heard a lot about the Lanse family and knew how terrible they were!

He wouldn't think like those ordinary people, thinking that the Lanse family were good people; they were also gangsters, bad people!

And they were worse bad people than the Kamila Gang. Only by being worse than them could they take them out, but those ordinary people didn't even understand this truth!

This also made him more afraid, unable to tell whether his trembling legs were because of fear or because of the ice water just now.

The car window slid down, revealing half of Lanse's face. He turned his head and glanced at the homeless man splashed by the ice water. "Sorry, got your clothes wet."

The homeless man was a bit flattered, and also a bit afraid. Are they trying to play with me?

But no matter what, he could only continue to deal with it.

"No no, sir, it was my own carelessness. I should have been able to dodge it, but I was distracted, so this is not your fault!"

Lanse could see that he was very afraid. "Do you know me?"

The street light was limited, large snowflakes permeated between the two, and they were still about a meter apart.

The homeless man shook his head a bit awkwardly, every sentence would exhale a large mouthful of hot air, he was really cold!

"I haven't seen you, sir, sorry..."

Lanse shook his head slightly and turned to look at Aierwen. "Give me some money, ten dollars."

Aierwen felt his pocket. Except for a few dollars in change, they were all twenty-dollar denominations. Lanse was too lazy to watch him count, pulled one out, held it between his fingertips, and reached out.

"My name is Lanse. I have already apologized just now, but I still want to apologize for our behavior. I'm sorry for getting your clothes wet."

"Here is twenty dollars, go buy new clothes, then find a hotel to take a hot bath, have a good sleep, everything will get better."

The homeless man was a bit dazed, and soon his eyes focused on the money. He hesitated. "I... can I?"

He really wanted this money. Lanse shook his fingers. "The snow is heavy."

This was to signal him to hurry up.

The homeless man hurriedly stuffed the worn-out fisherman hat into his arms, bent down, rubbed his hands in the snow, and then carefully took the banknote.

He was suddenly a bit choked up, perhaps because in such a cold winter night, having this twenty dollars at least let him not freeze to death this month, or even this winter.

It might also be because of the long-lost respect, which made him find the feeling of being a human again!

"Mr. Lanse... you are a good person, no one has ever been as kind as you!"

Lanse smiled. "Not before, now there is."

"Okay, we should go, you also have to change your clothes, be careful not to get sick."

"Good luck, Mr. Homeless!"

The car window slowly closed, the two young men also returned to the car, and the motorcade left.

The homeless man chased a few steps, his eyes a bit red, waving his hands. "Good luck to you too, Mr. Lanse!" ===== CHAPTER 179 =====