Chapter 202

Twenty seconds ago, directly below Director Dai Er's office, an agent held up the somewhat heavy box in his hand and asked loudly.

"If anyone ordered this double-layer pineapple pie, please say so, otherwise I will open it in a while!"

The young male agent looked at his colleagues around him, everyone was shaking their heads, it seemed no one had ordered this.

A smile appeared on his face. He liked pineapple pie. His mother often made it for him when he was a child.

Compared to the strange-tasting apple pie, the taste and flavor of pineapple pie were obviously more pleasing. At least that's what he thought.

He rubbed his hands impatiently and then opened the box.

In this process, it seemed a bit difficult to open, and he even used some strength.

When the lid was lifted, he clearly saw a line hanging down from the edge of the lid, and a thin iron wire about four centimeters long at the end of the line.

There was no double-layer pineapple pie in the box, no pineapple pie filling boiled with orange-yellow syrup and jam, only a bomb, and a lot of steel nails.

He said a "Fuck" that Director Dai Er would also say three seconds later, and then raised his head blankly.

The next second, the suddenly rising explosion sound, light, and shock wave directly knocked him flying. The iron nails flying everywhere became lethal weapons. They flew everywhere, including into the walls, on the ground, and on people's heads and bodies!

Because the body of this unlucky agent was blocking the front of those people behind him, there were not many people who suffered fatal injuries directly behind him.

But the shock wave and huge noise also made them cover their ears in pain and fall to the ground. The whole world only had buzzing sounds...

Soon people from other offices rushed in. They looked in disbelief at the house that seemed to have experienced a war, with iron nails embedded in the walls, and wall skin broken and fallen by iron nails everywhere.

Some agents fell in pools of blood and wailed, and some had no sound anymore.

Especially the several agents sitting around the center of the explosion, they had seven or eight nails inserted in their bodies, and they were all inserted in vital parts.

Some agents twitched on the floor. Clearly, there were no obvious wounds on their bodies, but they were still vomiting blood in large mouthfuls.

This miserable state made people scream, and some people immediately dialed the ambulance phone, the fire brigade phone, and even... the police phone!

The mayor called immediately to ask what happened here, but the director's phone was occupied. Now many people want to figure out what exactly happened here.

A few minutes later, everyone in New Jincheng knew that the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration had been bombed again.

If the first explosion was just a "small scene", then this time, it was a big scene.

One hearse was not enough. They came back and forth with two hearses before they transported all the corpses away.

A total of six agents died, nine were injured, and two of them were seriously injured.

Director Dai Er sat blankly on the chair, looking at the floating clouds in the sky outside the window. His brain was very messy.

If the first explosion was not good news for him, but there were actually some opportunities hidden in that explosion.

As long as he grasped these opportunities, he would definitely be able to get the attention of Congress and quickly climb up through the new department, straight to the center.

In the midst of danger, a leader not only withstood the pressure but also beautifully turned the situation around and consolidated the results of prohibition and victory.

He had both substance and face, and the lords in Congress would also be very satisfied with his performance. His future was smooth.

But the second explosion, which was this explosion, made him lose all his face, and his path to promotion was completely closed.

Explosions happened again and again, and so many people died this time. He couldn't explain it.

Even if he solved the case soon, it would be useless.

People don't care how long it was between the two bombings, whether he did anything to deal with it. People only know that after the first bombing broke out, he failed to catch the person who created the tragedy.

Letting them detonate the second bombing, and more people died. Isn't this a complete fool?

Why should such a person be appreciated by the senators of Congress, and why should he enter the center directly by virtue of those merits?

This fall was too damn painful.

So painful that the phone rang for a long time, until the deputy director came in to tell him that the phone had been ringing, and he reacted.

It was the mayor's.

The mayor was very concerned about the situation here and wanted to understand some more detailed content, but he was absent-minded at this time. After answering two questions incorrectly, the mayor told him to rest well and not be overly sad, and then hung up the phone.

Overly sad?

It is indeed quite sad.

Sad enough that he wanted to laugh.

The phone just hung up and soon rang again. He thought it was still the mayor's, and there was something left unsaid, so after answering, he just used a word with a questioning tone like "Mr.?".

But this time, the person on the other side was not the mayor.

"We should talk." The voice was very strange. Director Dai Er frowned and racked his brains. From his memory of coming here, he couldn't find any memory related to this voice.

He locked his brows, lowered his head, and rubbed his eyebrows, "Who are you?"

"Haven't you been looking for me?" The slightly frivolous and arrogant voice made Director Dai Er know immediately who the person on the other side of the phone was!

After pressing the recording button, he stood up abruptly, walked to the door, beckoned to the deputy director who was arranging work not far away, and then returned to the desk.

"Are you Poli?" He watched the deputy director come in, pressed the receiver with his shoulder, and quickly wrote a line of words on the paper.

The voice in the receiver was indeed as rumored, "I like people calling me Big Poli, you can also call me that."

"How about it, are you satisfied with my gift?"

Director Dai Er's pessimistic mood seemed to have eased somewhat. This fool actually called to provoke himself, which made him suddenly feel not so pessimistic.

"If you are talking about the explosion that just happened, then Poli, you really deserve to die!" Director Dai Er stated his attitude, "We will not give up catching you because of your atrocities, but will make us more eager than ever to bring you to justice as soon as possible!"

"We are a law enforcement agency, representing justice and the law. We will not bow to evil. Even if you threaten to hurt me, hurt my family, hurt all of us, we will not compromise."

"Justice will prevail, Poli, we are on the side of justice, and you are evil."

Poli looked at the receiver in his hand. What the hell are you talking about?

He coughed and interrupted the other party's words, "Listen, Dai Er."

"I will arrange for someone to surrender. He will admit that the bombing was done by him, and this matter ends here."

"He will become a new merit under your badge of justice, and then you continue to be your director, and I continue to do my things. You don't come to find my trouble, and I won't find your trouble. We all go to do our own things, how about it?"

Director Dai Er's attitude was very firm, "Not how about it, you'd better go to the nearest branch to surrender now..."

"Can't you understand what I'm saying, damn it?" Poli's temper came up again, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Director Dai Er became very calm, and his emotions were greatly eased, "When I sit in this position, the interests of the country and the people exceed everything."

"You can come again, twice, more times."

"However, Poli, you are not fighting against me, nor are you fighting against the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration, you are fighting against this country and justice."

"Either go to surrender and accept the trial."

"Or I will catch you and send you to the electric... chair."

When mentioning the word "electric chair", Poli hung up the phone hard, but at this time, a smile had already appeared on Director Dai Er's face.

Perhaps, this is a gift from God who doesn't want to see him sink here, right?

This conversation, which he considered perfect, should completely appear on all broadcasts and a small amount of television. Newspapers and magazines should turn it into dialogue text and print it to every corner of the world!

Poli gave him a heavy blow, but also sent an opportunity. He was saved!

The smile on his face was completely from the heart, but he quickly restrained it and became sad again.

He also took a deep breath, stood up, and began to actively deal with some things after the explosion.

A large number of agents returned from the outside. Director Dai Er looked at them, his face sad and serious, "This is the second time they have used bombs to attack to force us to make concessions."

"Just shortly after the explosion, the leader of the Brotherhood, Poli, made a phone call to me. He told me to give up the investigation."

"He tried to force me to accept his conditions by threatening that he would create more explosions, let him find someone to take the blame, and let him go unpunished!"

"I refused!"

"He is very tough, but I felt the weakness behind his toughness. He is feeling afraid, which is why he retaliated against us so irrationally and inhumanely."

"This shows that all the actions taken by this department since its establishment until today are correct!"

"The decisions of Congress and the Presidential Palace are correct!"

"I believe that the light will shine brighter and brighter, just like the noon sun, and the shadows will become fewer and fewer, like melting ice and snow."

"Justice will prevail, we will never compromise with evil..."

Reporters frantically took pictures and recorded. An image that might not be so glorious and great, but at least a tough guy, was stabilized.

After he ended this short press conference facing reporters and society, he began to arrange tasks immediately.

"According to our previous plan, tell them that whoever can help us find Poli, we can guarantee that he will not go to jail and will be completely exonerated!"

"In addition, put some pressure on other gangs to let them join our actions. If Poli is not found and he is not sent to the electric chair, I want their business to not be able to continue for a single day!"

Police cars with sirens running all over the street. The mayor learned the whole process through other people's dictation in the evening.

He pondered for a long time, then shook his head. Director Dai Er is a very typical politician. He is more like a politician than a law enforcer. Of course, this is also the current situation of the Federation.

Originally his position was very passive, but that phone call from Poli brought Director Dai Er back from a passive position to an active one.

And he turned his incompetence into the difficulties and obstacles of implementing the resolutions of Congress and the Presidential Palace, and by the way, praised the policies of the upper level and established his own image.

The image of a "tough director" has been established. Even if Director Dai Er cannot be promoted to the center, he will not easily fall in New Jincheng.

Politicians always look at problems differently from others. The mayor's attention quickly shifted from Director Dai Er to Poli.

He thought for a while, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Did you see the news?" he asked.

A very steady voice came from the other end of the phone, "I saw it."

"Now you locals have started to break the rules. How do you people plan to deal with it?"

After about a few seconds, the other party said, "We will clean him up..."

The mayor said in a slightly mocking tone, "I hope you can do it. If this matter affects my going to the State Assembly, I will stay here for a longer time!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He was telling the other party that if they don't want to continue to let him stay and create ideological opposition with the "locals", it is best to handle this matter as soon as possible.

Sometimes, this kind of "hostile identity" is quite useful.

Lanse also heard this urgent breaking news on the radio. He was worried about Poli's IQ.

He might have regarded Director Dai Er as someone like Director Chali or other police branch directors, giving them some money, giving them a way to explain to the public, and then adding some threats, and the matter could be pressed down.

This set of things works when dealing with the local grassroots law enforcement system, like Branch Director Bulu, giving him a thousand dollars and then giving him some pressure, as long as he has a step, he will roll down by himself.

But it is clear that Director Dai Er, who was transferred from above, came with a mission. If he compromised so easily, then it wouldn't be the people of New Jincheng who would clean him up, but Congress, or even the people of the Presidential Palace.

He has no way out, so he will not accept threats. This cannot completely say that Poli is a fool. After all, he has not received any higher education, nor has he seen a bigger stage.

He just regarded the well mouth he saw as the whole sky, that's all!

A little past one o'clock, about forty minutes after the bombing, a car printed with the Hazardous Materials Administration stopped outside the labor introduction office with a creak.

Senior Agent Officer Lukaer got off the car, and his deputy also intended to get off, but was rejected by him.

He walked to the coffee shop next door, asked for two cups of fine coffee, and then carried the coffee seat into the introduction office.

There were many people here. He squeezed in from the crowd and came to the very back.

He knocked on the door of the manager's office, and after waiting for the sound of "come in" from inside, he pushed the door open.

Lanse looked at him with some surprise, and he had a face full of smiles, "Does this count as a surprise?"

He put the coffee seat on the table, took out a cup and placed it on Lanse's side, and also took a cup for himself, "Please have a cup of coffee, now you owe me one."

There were more smiles on Lanse's face. He opened the lid and took a sip, "No problem."

Officer Lukaer took the opportunity to sit down. He looked at some decorations hanging on the surrounding walls, "Do you know where Poli is?"

Lanse shook his head, "I'm not interested in where the mad dog ran to."

Poli has destroyed the tranquility of the entire New Jincheng, which also means that many people's business will be affected.

Officer Lukaer felt satisfied with Lanse's understanding ability, "Before finding him, we will constantly sweep your territory. As long as we find you selling alcoholic beverages, we will catch you."

"Until Poli is caught."

Director Dai Er instructed it this way, whether it is poor places like the Imperial District and the Port District, or places like the Bay District and the Starlight District where the streets are full of rich people.

Bars want to sell alcohol?

Yes, find Poli.

During the conversation, the phone on the table in front of Lanse suddenly rang. Officer Lukaer made a gesture and expression of "why not pick it up and listen".

Lanse picked up the phone, "Lanse, this is..., there are people from the Hazardous Materials Administration blocking the door."

He glanced at Officer Lukaer, who was sitting opposite with his legs crossed and smiling.

The latter felt his gaze and reached out his hand, with some small movements, "Do you like it?"

This bar is not his own bar, but a bar under Eric's name. In other words, they started indiscriminate attacks, just to show a determination and means of not caring about anything in order to catch criminals.

Lanse thought for a while, "Let the guests leave first, then close the door and accept their inspection."

"If they want to find the operator of the bar, let them call Lawyer Aosen."

"As for you, don't worry."

"Because compared to them, we are also locals."

Lanse's last sentence was actually said to Officer Lukaer. They are all locals, including those illegal immigrants.

There are quite a few people in the administration who were transferred from other cities or other states. If these outsiders go too far in New Jincheng, the five major families of New Jincheng and those gangs of all sizes will tell them how to survive in this city.

And let them see the unique scenery of Angel Lake.

"I don't like your way of threatening people, Lanse," Officer Lukaer took a sip of his coffee cup, "Vague, you want to threaten me not to attack your people, you can say it openly!"

Lanse didn't fall for it at all. He hung up the phone, "Did I say anything?"

Officer Lukaer casually picked up the cigarette case Lanse put on the table, took one out, lit it with his own lighter, and while puffing smoke, said, "Sometimes you are quite hypocritical. You should act like a tough bandit, not a politician."

"Just like the first time we met, clearly you knew everything, but you still had to pretend to be innocent?"

Lanse laughed and said, "There are too many bad people around. If we are not careful, we will be used by bad people. What do you think?"