Chapter 195: The Spring of the Lick-Dog, the Bombing, and Speeding Up

After coming out of the mayor's house, Ailike returned to his own house.

The few lackeys who were tasting high-quality alcohol in the living room immediately stood up, with flattering and ingratiating smiles on their faces.

Originally, Ailike was a bit dissatisfied with them, but just now his Mayor Uncle not only gave him spiritual support but also agreed for him to use the income from the bars and nightclubs in the Empire District first. He felt that the whole spring had come.

"You say, what does Sai Lin Na want most?"

Several lackeys started to offer advice and suggestions. Some said Sai Lin Na liked a dress designed by a fashion design master; some said what Sai Lin Na liked most should be a set of well-known jewelry, but some also thought they were all wrong.

"Maybe she would be interested in the newly released convertible..."

Recently, "Yisite Industry" launched a brand new convertible car that leaned toward middle-to-high-class ladies to drive.

It didn't have a roaring engine like those "muscle cars," nor did it have a square and somewhat dull, but powerful-looking shape.

It had very obvious curves and arcs, and the car model looked a bit smaller and more exquisite than ordinary vehicles, looking more suitable for women to drive.

This convertible car called "Moonlight Goddess" received a lot of praise as soon as it hit the market. The only place that made people feel it wasn't so good was its selling price.

19,999, less than 20,000, but whether it reached it or not actually made no difference.

The whole car used calfskin leather, walnut wood, and ivory as the main materials for the interior, especially the main console. The embossed silver edges plus the patterns spliced with pure ivory gave it a kind of classical artistic flavor.

Yisite Industry very smartly used "Must-have car for modern independent women" as the promotional slogan in its publicity, quickly attracting the attention of many middle-to-high-class ladies, and it was said that the sales were pretty good.

Currently, it had three colors on sale. The first was ivory white, which had the best sales.

The second was bright red, and the sales were also okay, but not as likable as ivory white.

The last one was sky blue, and the sales weren't very high.

The lackey who proposed this idea watched Ailike fall into deep thought, and he continued to explain on the side, "Sai Lin Na can't wear the same dress or wear the same jewelry every day."

"We all know that she has her own ideas in dressing. Some clothes and jewelry she has worn once, and she rarely wears them again."

"If you, Young Master Ailike, gave her a set of very luxurious jewelry, or a very expensive long dress, how many times can she wear it? Can she wear it every day?"

Ailike shook his head. "Of course impossible..."

The lackey got some energy. "That's right. But if you gave her a car, she would drive that car every day. As long as she drives that car, she can't help but think of the person who gave it to her, which is you, Young Master Ailike!"

Some smiles appeared on Ailike's face. He beckoned to this lackey who proposed a good suggestion, and the lackey ran to his side.

Ailike slapped his back neck hard. "You're really a genius, damn it. Are there any dealers in New Jincheng?"

"Of course!"

Ailike seemed a bit excited. This gift was really too good!

As for money?

Is money or not important?

Ailike didn't know how much money Mayor Uncle actually had, but he knew that every month, at least over 100,000 in funds flowed into a special account.

This was still what he knew. Those he didn't know, the funds and accounts handled by Aosen, might be more than these!

A group of people soon got into the car. Under the blowing of the lackeys, Ailike felt he was sure to win!

At the same time, in the Hazardous Materials Administration, a meeting was in progress.

"Currently, the prohibition situation in New Jincheng has had a clear improvement following our public destruction of a large batch of medium-to-high-end alcohol this time."

"I learned from some informants that some local bars have chosen to close and wait and see."

"This represents that our move has already achieved the purpose we wanted to achieve, deterring these merchants who illegally operate alcohol categories."

"But there are still some people who are very stubborn and continue to operate."

"The day before yesterday, the governor called me. He was very affirmative and supportive of our ability to crack such a big case so quickly. Reporters from the 'Planet Daily' will arrive in New Jincheng this afternoon, and he will interview us."

"We are the first region in the country to crack a case with a value of over 300,000, so not only me, but you also need to accept interviews."

"This is a very good opportunity. You will show your faces in front of readers across the country, in front of Congress and those upper-class figures."

"This has an undeniable effect on your future development, so I hope you can be mentally prepared to deal with the interview this afternoon."

"Here is a draft; you take a look first."

Under the director's signal, the secretary handed a draft to all the senior agents.

The so-called draft can be seen as the official "correct answer." Everything that can be said is written on it, while those that cannot be said are not written.

They only need to know what can be said. Unifying the caliber will prevent problems.

At that time, the reason the director set the case value at 300,000 was to strive to be the "Federation First."

At the same time, the purpose of public destruction was also to increase persuasiveness.

Over a million people in the city knew about this matter; it's impossible for over a million people to come together to deceive Congress and the Presidential Palace, right?

After Congress received the news, it was indeed very important. Not only did it send "official media" of the party like the "Planet Daily," but it also promised some awards.

This case would have a very good solution to the problem of inadequate enforcement of the Prohibition Act, and also make people understand that they were serious about prohibition.

Officer Lukaer looked at the materials in his hand for a while. Actually, the content wasn't complicated. The general meaning was that everyone started secret investigations after taking office.

From thousands of clues, they caught a big fish, and then in the shortest time, under the director's personal guidance, they solved the case.

Of course, all senior agents had a share of the credit. They were all heroes of this battle, and everyone could share some benefits from it; no one would object.

Seeing that no one raised any objections, the director was very satisfied with these subordinates, and there were more smiles on his face.

He tilted his head and glanced at the deputy director. "Then can we end it?"

It looked like an inquiry, but in reality, he wasn't seeking the deputy director's opinion. The deputy director wouldn't be stupid enough to say "I have a few things to say," he just nodded and closed his notebook. "Yes, we can end it."

"Very good!", he stood up and pointed to two senior agents, including Officer Lukaer. "You drive to pick up the reporters. They should be arriving at the pier soon."

The two naturally wouldn't refuse. When leaving the conference room, Officer Lukaer felt a need to urinate. This meeting had been held for 40 minutes. He drank a lot of water before the meeting and had been holding his urine, holding it for over half an hour, and was about to be unable to hold it!

"You go start the car first; I'll pee."

His colleague smiled and shook the car keys in his hand. "I'll wait for you at the door."

Officer Lukaer turned and walked into the toilet. Two agents walked out, took the initiative to clear some space, and saluted in greeting.

He wasn't very used to this at first. Before, when he was at the City Police Department, those low-level police officers weren't so serious or formal.

By reason, they indeed needed to salute when facing superior police officers.

But everyone was too familiar. Not only would they not salute, sometimes they would come over to bump fists with you, or even question your judgment.

Everyone had a good relationship, and you couldn't stiffly require them to listen to you, and even if you did, they wouldn't necessarily listen.

However, this time when receiving training, he realized that this actually wasn't a good phenomenon.

Because they were a law enforcement department, law enforcement departments couldn't have free-roamingism; there must be a leader and a person in charge. You couldn't have this person say I have an idea, and that person say I have a suggestion.

There must be one person responsible, the person who makes the decision, and others only need to be responsible for execution.

To achieve this, there must be a strict class system. Superiors and subordinates must salute when meeting, including him; when seeing the director and deputy director, he also needed to salute.

He responded to the two agents, entered the toilet, walked to the urinal at the very end, and unzipped.

He was thinking about some things. Although the time for urination was short, people often found it easier to enter a divergent thinking state at this time.

It was as if concentration and urine were squeezed out of the bladder together!

The sound of trickling water made him think of some subsequent work. Just as he was thinking about whether to go to the Empire District for a spin, suddenly, it was as if a force pushed him.

Just as he lowered his head to see if he had urinated on his hand or shoes, the entire bathroom issued a violent tremor, just like an earthquake.

Immediately following, the sound of the explosion came in from outside!

"Fuck!", he lowered his head to look at the urine on his hand and some urine stains. There were also some on his pants. He hurriedly ran to the sink to wash his hands, zipped up, and didn't care about dealing with the urine stains on his feet, rushing out directly.

The corridor was full of people. These agents ran toward the exit with horror, unease, or confusion on their faces. Some even took out weapons.

Officer Lukaer rushed into the room next door, ran to the window that had already been shattered, and looked outside. In the parking lot, a ball of fire was burning violently, and the heavy cars were blown everywhere!

He was dazed for a while, turned and returned to the corridor, and ran downstairs.

At this time, quite a few people had already gathered around the exploded car. They were trying to rescue, but... everyone knew that besides putting out the fire, they couldn't do anything else.

The fire truck and ambulance came very quickly, and the City Police Department also sent two police cars over.

The fire was finally extinguished by the firefighters. Traces left by the fire were everywhere. The director stood in the courtyard with a livid face.

A senior agent, after starting the car and driving it out of the parking space, exploded.

Everywhere.

Not just the car's fragments, but he himself was also everywhere.

On the wall, on the ground, and on the car bodies of some cars.

Not big, but sticky and mushy, making people nauseous.

A very small number of female agents had already vomited, and the expressions of the male agents were also very ugly.

"This is retaliation!", the director's voice was very loud. He lost his previous calmness and demeanor. He walked back and forth, his hair falling down somewhat uncontrollably, and was brushed back by him.

"It must be that so-called Brotherhood Gang. They are retaliating. These people... are too hateful!"

The deputy director had a worried face, but if you carefully observed his eyes, you would find the laughter hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Not even a month after taking office, although he cracked a big case, he also let those criminal organizations put bombs in the cars and even blew up a senior agent.

He glanced at Officer Lukaer. If it weren't for Officer Lukaer running to pee, then two would have died!

Two senior agents died; even if they could fix this Brotherhood Gang in the end, the face of the New Jincheng Hazardous Materials Administration would be lost.

"Dai Er, the first problem we need to solve now is to see if there are any bombs in other vehicles."

His words made other agents feel a chill in their hearts for no reason. Director Dai Er was also stunned for a moment. He looked at the deputy director. "You said it very correctly. Immediately let people check."

But this kind of thing, who the hell is willing to do it?

Looking at the quiet, silent agents, the director could only point names. He pointed to several agents. Although the people pointed didn't refuse, each one had the expression of having died a father.

Even Director Dai Er knew that these people had already greeted his mother who had returned to heaven in their hearts, and maybe also his wife and daughter who were as old as him, but what could he do?

Sometimes, someone must stand up and sacrifice for others. At this time, whoever has lower value will definitely sacrifice first.

Several young agents came to the vicinity of other vehicles. They searched the interior of some cars and finally found bombs on the chassis of the cars.

There were two more cars that had bombs installed. Director Dai Er's face was terribly black.

He let Officer Lukaer go to pick up the reporters, and others were called back to have a meeting.

The reason for his anger was that no one knew how they installed these bombs in the cars in the parking lot.

After the explosives were removed from the bombs, they were placed on the table. The technical personnel inside the Hazardous Materials Administration quickly figured out its working principle—

"This wire needs to be connected to the accelerator pedal. Starting the car directly won't cause an explosion, but if someone steps on the accelerator, this wire will pull this detonating device."

"Then in about three to five seconds, the bomb will explode."

"A very simple delay fuse. If it wasn't removed from some explosive, it was made by themselves."

Director Dai Er knew the working principle of this thing and seemed not so afraid anymore. "Immediately clear our entire office building. Don't let go of any corner."

"I want to ensure this building is safe."

"Then, add wire mesh and steel bars to all our windows, and let the entry and exit points here only be the main door or the back door."

"From today on, someone must be on duty 24 hours a day. In addition, get me two guard posts in the parking lot. I will arrange for people to watch 24 hours a day, and pull wire mesh on the courtyard wall!"

"We have already lost a senior agent; I don't want to lose anyone else."

"Figure out as soon as possible who dropped the bomb here, and whether it is what we think."

"If it is...", he was silent for a while, "I want you to wipe out these bastards!"

This explosion was like a basin of cold seawater poured on him who had taken off his clothes because of excitement. From top to bottom, it was poured through, and it was also cold through!

Clearly, he was about to receive an award, but everything had a change because of this explosion. He looked full of hatred on his face.

If he didn't get his face back, he would become a laughingstock within the system!

How will people call him in the future?

Explosion Man Dai Er?

Fuck!

Actually, at this time, whether it was done by the Brotherhood Gang was no longer important. What was important was the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration, as well as their Director Dai Er, who must show the absolute determination to implement "justice"!

The sound of the explosion didn't just disturb the small area of the Hazardous Materials Administration, but also disturbed the entire city.

Countless phone calls were constantly picked up and put down. It seemed that everyone, at this moment, had a lot of desire to confide.

Lans hung up the phone and showed some solemn expressions.

It seemed that from the perspective of a bystander, a non-interested party, regardless of whether it was done by Big Poli, this matter had nothing to do with him.

And, regardless of who won in the end, he seemed to be the winning side.

But in reality, it wasn't.

The Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration was bombed like this, and it was placed on the fire. Their target and goal now weren't just the Brotherhood Gang, but all evil!

In other words, because of this explosion, the prohibition situation in the entire New Jincheng would become more severe than in other places, and it could obtain more resource inclination from the state government and the office.

Because the explosion provoked not just the Hazardous Materials Administration, but also Congress's determination to prohibit alcohol!

Really fucking stupid!

Lans cursed. He picked up the phone and dialed Bill's number.

Bill was also disturbed by this explosion, but he didn't consider as much as Lans considered. He considered whether, if the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration started to focus on cracking down on the Brotherhood Gang's bars, he could take the opportunity to expand a bit?

But he also had some worries, because Big Poli once again showed his madness. He actually used a bomb to bomb a law enforcement agency!

If he took the opportunity to expand, would he turn around and bite him?

This lunatic, he is crazy!

Just when he and the cadres were discussing these things, the phone rang.

He raised his hand to press it, and the office suddenly became quiet. "I am Bill."

"I am Lans. Withdraw your people from the Empire District. This is an ultimatum."

Before they conducted large-scale searches and severe crackdowns on the whole city, they must complete "unification" as soon as possible!

After Bill heard it, he didn't react for a while, but soon he said somewhat shamefully and angrily, "You... what are you saying?"

He really wanted to ask Lans, don't I want face? ===== CHAPTER 196 =====