Chapter 203

Officer Lukaer's gaze was always focused on Lanse, "You are very good at talking, there must be many girls who like you?"

"This is my personal privacy, but...", Lanse smiled and nodded, "There are indeed girls who like me."

"Officer Lukaer, I have a very curious question I want to ask you. I don't know if it's convenient for you to chat with me."

Officer Lukaer had nothing else to do today. The things that happened this week were too damn wonderful. Even in those wonder novels, you couldn't see such wonderful plots.

Until now, he had an unreal feeling, and at the same time smelled a very special smell, the smell of gunpowder smoke.

When facing Lanse, his reason was somewhat led by emotions. He knew this was wrong, but everyone knows that some things shouldn't be done, but they will still do them.

Just like people know they shouldn't do illegal things, shouldn't keep those bad habits, shouldn't disinfect their hands with toilet paper at the table after clearly working for a day and being very tired.

Clearly they all know, but they just can't control themselves.

Officer Lukaer also couldn't control himself a bit, and what couldn't control himself brought was that he hoped to discover more things from Lanse, so he didn't mind chatting with Lanse for a while longer.

"Of course, if I can say it."

Lanse nodded, which counted as expressing gratitude, "Why do you like staring at me?"

"I mean... there are so many criminals committing crimes in this city, but you specifically came to find me alone, sat here, invited me to have a cup of coffee, and then told me you would stare at me."

"Because do you have any special hobbies?" He raised his hands with a smile, making a gesture of refusal, "I respect your personal emotional orientation, but sorry, I can't accept this."

Officer Lukaer couldn't help laughing. He held his forehead and laughed rhythmically, as if this was a very funny joke.

After laughing for a while, he took a deep breath to let the laughter end, "Interesting!"

He paused for a while, as if recalling something, "Maybe it's because you left me a very deep impression, Lanse."

"When you were just a...", he stretched out his hand to make a gesture of a small person, a tiny bit, "... inconspicuous small character, you could calmly play with law enforcers, and maintain that attitude of contempt when facing the law and justice."

"This made me notice you. I have some interest in you, but don't worry, it's not that aspect."

"I want to catch you, Lanse. I want to see the moment you stand in the dock and accept the most severe punishment from the judge. At the moment I personally send you to the electric chair, whether you can still laugh like now, or before."

Lanse's smile was very handsome, but the more handsome and sunny it was, the more Officer Lukaer felt unhappy after being played.

He wanted "revenge", that was the reason.

After Lanse listened seriously, he asked, "So, you didn't come to catch me for the justice in your heart, or the fairness of the law, just because you felt I played you?"

Officer Lukaer frowned, "This is just a part, but I am a law enforcer after all. Maintaining the dignity of justice and the law is also one of my jobs. This does not conflict."

Lanse's hands pressed on the table, leaning his body forward, making a look of "I have a secret to tell you".

Officer Lukaer was a bit hesitant, but in Lanse's beckoning, he also leaned his body forward slightly.

"I'll tell you a secret."

"The Red High Heels Nightclub is catching girls everywhere, forcing them to provide services for the upper-class people in the Bay District, some are even killed, and then thrown into Angel Lake."

"We all know that there are hundreds or thousands of gasoline drums under there, and countless iron chain balls. Are you going to uphold your justice now?"

The gullies between Officer Lukaer's eyebrows were bottomless, and his expression seemed to have solidified.

Lanse leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair.

After a few seconds, he spread his hands, "Look, you are not as righteous as you imagined, Officer Lukaer."

"You are actually no different from those police who take black money, and even not as good as them."

"They take black money, they take black money, and they will do things after taking black money. Then what about you?"

"Do you take black money?"

"Do you have principles?"

"Are you really as good as you imagine?"

"I don't think so. You are just a willful child who will never realize your own problems."

"You are very interested in me, but I am not so interested in you, because you are nothing great."

"By the way, forgot to ask, do you take money?"

Lanse took out a stack of money from his pocket, all in five-dollar denominations.

He counted out one hundred dollars, twenty bills, placed them neatly on the table, then gathered them together, and threw them in front of Officer Lukaer casually, "I also invite you to have a cup of coffee."

Officer Lukaer's face was already different from just now. Before this, when he faced Lanse, he would always have a kind of hidden arrogance. He faced a criminal as a law enforcer, a righteous messenger, and he couldn't help but have this sense of superiority.

But when Lanse shattered his arrogance with some simple words, it was like giving him a real mirror, letting him see the real self in the mirror, which was completely different from the self he imagined.

Almost all animals cannot see themselves. Their cognition of themselves comes from feedback from the outside world, plus their own idealized guesses.

So when a person hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time, giving them a mirror will make them feel fear, because only at this time will they discover that they are not "themselves".

It sounds complicated, but to put it simply, it is that people's real selves are not as beautiful as they imagine.

Officer Lukaer couldn't laugh anymore.

Lanse didn't mind continuing to stimulate him, "Why don't you laugh?"

Officer Lukaer got up and stood up, looking at Lanse, "I will stare at you."

Lanse shrugged, crossed his legs, and pressed his hands on the armrests of the chair, "Whatever you want."

Officer Lukaer then left here angrily.

Looking at the office door that was closed with a bang, Lanse didn't have any other emotions.

Being stared at by law enforcers, isn't this a normal thing?

But whether he can catch him, that's another question!

Elvin soon pushed the door in, "What's wrong with that guy?"

He saw the car of the Hazardous Materials Administration parked outside, and also heard that this guy entered Lanse's office, but Lanse didn't call them, so they didn't go in.

Others also squeezed in. Lanse simply said, "This Director Dai Er is a very special person. His means are much higher than those of other law enforcement agency directors in our local area."

"Now he has mobilized the entire New Jincheng to deal with Poli. Poli is very likely dead."

After others heard it, they all felt a feeling that they couldn't say. They hadn't dealt with this "Big Poli" who was very famous in the Port District, but they had heard many rumors about the other party.

Poli showed earlier maturity than children of the same age since he was a child, and started looking for a living on the street when he was seven or eight years old.

After he became an adult, he joined the Brotherhood as the situation required, and soon showed personal charm within the Brotherhood and became the leader.

Many people feel that the Port District will usher in the "Poli Era". The Red Dog Gang has no influence on his rule. Although the Red Dog Gang is also here in name, their sense of existence is not strong.

On the contrary, the Brother Import and Export Company and the Brotherhood have a very large influence.

But now, he is about to become the past.

If you want to crown people with a title with a sense of historical weight, and classify them as "ordinary", "elite", "legendary", "epic", etc., then Poli is already above the elite.

And a magnificent great era is about to set sail, but he fell on the eve of the new era. Perhaps people will feel regret when talking about these, but this is the cruelest side of this world.

Perhaps the day before, you were still shining brightly, but one day later, the sun went out!

"Do we want to enter the Port District?" There were quite a few people squeezed in the office. Now the nightclub side has also temporarily stopped. Without alcohol, who the hell wants to go to the nightclub to watch singing and dancing?

Among ten guests, maybe only two or three watch thighs, and more are just to sit down and have a drink in a place with a good atmosphere.

It is best to have a female companion by his side who belongs to him when he comes in and belongs to someone else when he leaves.

Without alcohol, the nightclub also lost its soul, of course, except for the casino.

For gamblers, whether there is alcohol or not is not important. What they want is playing cards, dice, chips, and the adrenaline at the moment of winning or losing!

So there are more people here today.

Ethan put forward this view, and everyone else looked at Lanse.

The Imperial District is still too poor, and it is collectively known as the gathering place for the poor in New Jincheng together with the Port District. Almost everyone living here is at the bottom of society, workers.

In fact, you can see it from the bar. In the Imperial District, the consumption of each guest in their bar every day is about twenty-five cents, and some may only be ten or fifteen cents.

They will only ask for a drink and then drink it slowly.

Lanse's strategy of small profits but quick turnover to grab the market may also be one of the reasons why their bars are not as profitable as other bars, but in the final analysis, the guests are too poor.

They heard Lanse say that when he went to the bar in the Bay District with Alberto, a drink there cost one dollar, and the cheap ones were fifty or sixty, seventy or eighty cents.

The profit they made from a drink might be equal to the profit Lanse and the others made from a bottle of wine here.

This is also the reason why everyone wants to go to more developed areas, because the consumption level is different.

At present, the city center, the Bay District, and the Starlight District are firmly held by the branches of the five major families. Small gangs simply cannot intervene, so if they want to develop, they can only expand their territory as much as possible, deal with poor brothers in poor places.

Entering the Port District is a good choice. After a simple competition with the Red Dog Gang, everyone found that the Red Dog Gang is a soft tomato, which rots as soon as it is pinched, so if they also develop toward the Port District, there should be no problem.

However, Lanse shook his head, "Temporarily don't develop here. Let's digest the Imperial District completely before considering continuing to expand outward."

"Expanding outward now will not only fail to strengthen our strength, but will bring us some potential risks."

"Many people are staring at us. Although our unification of the Imperial District has elements of taking advantage, this is enough to make them vigilant."

"If we continue to expand, they will become nervous, and we don't have the ability to fight against the entire New Jincheng, and we lack our political spokesperson."

"So our best approach at present is to stabilize for a period of time, improve ourselves rapidly, and when we have the strength to try to make new challenges, we will go out again."

"And!", his voice became heavier, "Officer Lukaer's visit today actually brought us a message. In the next period of time, they will fiercely catch the problem of smuggled alcohol."

"Although our Director Dai Er miraculously turned the situation around, if he wants to go further in this job and return to the special zone, he must make eye-catching achievements in a short time."

"For him, catching smuggled alcohol, catching smuggled tobacco, catching explosives, is achievement."

"We don't expand when he is at his craziest, that's not good for us!"

Everyone roughly understood, and they have always highly recognized Lanse's judgment.

In fact, there is another reason for not expanding outward, and that is that New Jincheng is too stable now.

The five major families, local political forces, and the City Hall, the three giants have always been living in peace. Before they become chaotic, in fact, for the people at the bottom, there is no chance to stand out.

Whoever wants to stand out, they will press them down. The rule-makers cannot allow new people to join them.

So now, the best thing is to silently accumulate strength, and then wait, wait for the day when this solid triangle of power becomes unstable, or even collapses!

Perhaps the behavior of New Jincheng targeting the two explosions of the Hazardous Materials Administration was too bad, or Director Dai Er's means were outstanding enough, plus he had a backer in Congress.

Soon the whole country knew about this, and started a fierce discussion.

A senator published his own views in the "Planet Newspaper", believing that criminal organizations attacking law enforcement agencies is a provocation to the federal regime, and this momentum must be suppressed.

Otherwise, people will mistakenly think that the federal regime has lost control of the Federation, which will lead to some terrible consequences.

Some other senators and representatives also have similar or agreeing views, and the situation is constantly escalating.

"How to better suppress organized crime" has become a relatively popular topic at present.

During this period, an interesting thing happened. It is said that the Director-General of the Federal Bureau of Investigation asked the President for instructions, believing that the Federal Bureau of Investigation could assist the Hazardous Materials Administration in investigating, collecting evidence, and arresting these organized crime groups.

But the President refused the Director-General's instructions. He believed that these had nothing to do with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. What the Federal Bureau of Investigation needs to do most at present is to figure out who is speaking ill of the President, not catching any criminals.

The President also told his Chief of Staff that he felt that this Director-General's brain was not very good, and if it didn't work, he would change someone. He didn't even know who he should work for!

I don't know if this rumor is true or false, but the person who can spread such detailed details, if it is not the President, then it must be the Chief of Staff.

At least it wouldn't be spread by the Director-General himself. He couldn't tell everyone "the President doesn't like me", which is unreasonable.

So the whole thing is probably authorized by the President, and the Chief of Staff reveals an intention to the outside world. They are looking for a qualified "political thug" to replace the current Director-General who doesn't know his position.

What they want is a "thug", a "vicious dog", but not a "crime buster"!

"The Federal Bureau of Investigation actually wants to catch real criminals" has also become a political joke in the political arena recently, although for ordinary people, they don't know what is funny about this.

Compared to the various emotions of others, Big Poli at this time is not "Big" at all.

Director Dai Er's public speech already made him realize that this Director Dai Er is different from everyone he has contacted before.

He is not like Chali, not like John, not like Bulu, not like any police station director he knows who can catch him.

He has very powerful means, does not accept compromise, and what is more troublesome is that now it is no longer these people from the Hazardous Materials Administration looking for him, but also the police, other gangs, and the five major families.

After the incident, Poli hid directly. Now he is a bit panicked. The curtains haven't been opened for several days.

Whenever a police car or siren passes by, he will nervously grab the weapon in his hand and then look outside.

After waiting for two days, he finally dialed a number. His hope was all pinned on this number.

"Mr. Wei De...", he held the phone with both hands, his face panicked, not at all the arrogance he had when he stood in the office, biting a cigarette, and strafing the street with a submachine gun.

Now he is like a dog with a broken leg, whimpering and trying to find a habitat in the rainstorm.

"Poli, what should I say?"

A gentle voice came from the other end of the receiver. Just listening to the voice, one can imagine a well-dressed gentleman sitting behind a desk, holding a phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

He should be very noble. His voice texture and speaking speed are telling people that he is an educated person, a respected person.

Poli squeezed out some smiles, although the other party couldn't see it, "Mr. Wei De, save me!"