Chapter 205

Poli's head was like a watermelon falling from upstairs, exploding in an instant. After a brief silence at the scene, it was a mess!

At this time, the deputy director remembered to press Director Dai Er's head and pushed him behind the police car.

Director Dai Er looked at Poli, who was lying on the ground with his body twitching, with dull eyes, and subconsciously reached out to touch the wet and hot thing on his face.

It was sticky, soft, and was slowly squirming downward.

He touched that thing like jelly, then looked down, and then a desire to vomit rose from his heart. He was nauseated, retching, and wanted to vomit.

He frantically threw the thing on his fingers to the ground as if dealing with a poisonous snake. He couldn't hear the sound of "pop" in this noisy environment.

But he succeeded.

His eyes were no longer as calm as in the past. Even when facing the worst situation, he could calmly think of countermeasures.

All smart people are helpless when facing violence to solve problems.

No matter how smart you are, he gives you a shot.

No matter how good your eloquence is, even the President will listen to you, he gives you a shot.

No matter how superb your means are, you can reverse the decline several times and get opportunities to go further, he gives you a shot.

Everything, politics, wealth, status, everything, in front of life, has become eclipsed.

A large amount of blood gushed out from Poli's corpse. They were less than three meters apart. He could even smell the strong bloody smell emitted, and a special fishy smell.

Director Dai Er felt a kind of shudder, fear, and terror from the deepest part of his soul.

Only when he accidentally set fire to his grandfather's warehouse when he was a child and almost burned himself to death in it, did he have such a shudder, trembling, and inability to control himself.

At this time, the noisy sounds around seemed to finally be able to affect him. The deputy director shook him hard several times before he looked at the deputy director at a loss.

"You have to leave here now, the gunman may still be nearby," the deputy director had an expression of "I'm thinking for you, damn it".

Director Dai Er, whose eyes were still dull due to fear, immediately became sharp. He stared at the deputy director, who seemed to meet his gaze very calmly.

The two looked at each other for two or three seconds. Director Dai Er shook his head, "Thank you, but I don't need it. I'm here, with my soldiers, and I'm not going anywhere!"

He spoke very loudly, and some agents looked over here. No one knew what they were thinking at this time, but it would definitely not be very bad.

The deputy director lowered his eyebrows and moved his gaze away, "It's good that you have your own judgment..."

It seemed that nothing had happened, but it seemed that many things had happened. Director Dai Er took out a handkerchief and wiped off the stains remaining on his face, although he still felt a bit disgusted.

He glanced at Poli, who was still gurgling with blood, and threw the dirty handkerchief over.

But it was a pity that it didn't cover it, and it soon mixed with the blood.

"The gunman is at the street corner, they are running away!", suddenly an agent saw someone suspected of being a gunman, who had already boarded a car.

While shouting, he rushed into the car on the side of the road, stepped on the accelerator to death, turned the steering wheel, and the tires of the police car smoked in place and turned around.

Immediately after, several other agents were afraid that their colleagues would suffer, so they also got into the car to chase.

Although the distance between each other was slightly far, as long as they followed, with the help of the radio, they would definitely not let the other party run away in this city.

People breathed a sigh of relief. If they could catch the gunman, perhaps they could dig out more valuable clues.

However, just when the first police car was about to rush through an intersection quickly, a van rushed out from the side at an extremely fast and unreasonable speed...

The huge collision sound could be heard even from a distance of one or two hundred meters. The police car was knocked over and pressed directly against the wall, and only the power wheel was still turning by itself.

A driver who looked a bit annoyed walked out of the van's cab. He looked at the police car he knocked over with an uneasy expression, seeming a bit at a loss.

Several agents who followed up went to check the situation of the agents in the car, and some rushed to the van driver and gave him a punch.

Behind the shop window of a storefront opposite, a reporter faithfully recorded all this with his camera!

In the sunlight, several law enforcers were using their fists to beat a driver on the ground.

Director Dai Er's gaze retracted from the distance. His face was very ugly. There is no doubt that this car accident was also arranged by the gunman's people.

He was completely calm at this time. He glanced at the dead ghost Poli lying on the ground, thinking of a question in his mind—

What qualification does he have to be silenced?

As a qualified politician, he naturally thought so. The more he thought, the more he felt that a big net had trapped him, them.

You might not feel it when you don't struggle, but when he starts to struggle, he can clearly feel it, and the more he struggles, the tighter this net binds, making him unable to breathe...

"... After a fierce battle, we finally shot and killed the main instigator of the bombing case who refused to surrender and stubbornly resisted, the Brotherhood leader Poli, known as 'Big Poli'."

"Currently, we will continue to arrest and question other members of the Brotherhood who participated in this case, and decide whether to send them to court based on the crimes they once committed."

"Now you can ask questions freely."

Half an hour later, in the conference room of the Hazardous Materials Administration, Director Dai Er conveyed the results of the arrest with "we shot and killed the stubborn Poli".

Because Big Poli was unwilling to be caught, he knew that he had committed unforgivable sins and would inevitably be sent to the electric chair, so he refused to negotiate and refused to surrender.

The agents of the Hazardous Materials Administration could only shoot him on the spot, and the rest of the work of digging into the inside story of the bombing case could only open the situation from other Brotherhood members.

At that time, they blocked the scene, so people didn't know how Poli died. Although some people said that Poli was assassinated and silenced, in this era, people were still willing to believe the law enforcement departments.

At this time, all the reporters at the scene raised their hands high. Director Dai Er looked calm and chose a reporter who looked pleasing to the eye.

The other party had an introduction of "Today's New Jincheng Column Reporter" on his chest. Although Dai Er hadn't been in New Jincheng for long, he knew how much influence "Today's New Jincheng" had in this city.

The first sentence the reporter said made Director Dai Er put this newspaper and all its reporters on the blacklist.

"Director, witnesses claim that you originally almost captured Poli alive, but someone shot and killed Poli from more than a hundred meters away to silence him. The public is worried about whether you can really do your job well."

"Do you have anything you want to say to us?"

Director Dai Er answered without even thinking, "Fake news, next."

He pointed to another reporter, pointed to one at random, and a reporter who looked slightly bald stood up and asked, "Director Dai Er, we are reporters from the 'Tide Newspaper'. Our circulation in New Jincheng ranks fourth. Have you read our newspaper?"

Director Dai Er nodded slightly, "I have some understanding."

There was a lot of laughter at the scene immediately. Director Dai Er suddenly realized something, and his expression became even uglier.

That reporter didn't seem to care at all that he offended a director of a powerful law enforcement department. He asked deeper, "In this issue, we published sixteen eighteen-year-old girls. Who do you like the most?"

The "Tide Newspaper" is a newspaper mainly reporting on striptease dancers and publishing call-girl information. It is full of a large number of girls who are not wearing clothes and are in urgent need of help from kind people.

Anyone who is willing to extend a helping hand only needs to dial the number on it to meet these poor girls and then talk about aid matters in detail.

The reason why this newspaper has huge sales is because of those girls on it. It only costs five cents to see a massive amount of naked bodies, which is full of temptation for men of all ages.

It is said that they also plan to publish a new newspaper recently, called "Erect", mainly publishing information about male dancers, targeting the increasingly growing female consumer market.

In the Likalai State Prison, a copy of "Tide Newspaper" is worth more than ten dollars!

Reporters of this kind of low-class newspaper should be in major nightclubs, strip clubs, and those call-girl occasions most of the time, rather than appearing at the scene of a serious press conference.

Their target audience doesn't care about these at all. They only want to see bodies, not serious news.

But he appeared here, which was obviously a malicious act.

It can even be said that there were quite a few reporters at the scene who were like him. As long as they were pointed to, they would give Director Dai Er an embarrassment.

Even if they weren't pointed to, it didn't matter. They would rush to stand up.

Listening to the harsh laughter of the crowd, Director Dai Er chose to end the free questioning directly, picked up the document, and turned to leave.

He returned to the office full of anger. Since coming to New Jincheng, nothing has gone smoothly!

He thought the informant provided him with a huge smuggled alcohol warehouse, which was a good start, but he didn't expect that this was the beginning of bad luck!

Damn it!

In the office, he slapped the table hard. Poli's death made him become passive again from active.

He looked at New Jincheng bathed in the sun outside the window. Clearly, the sun covered every corner of this city, but he always felt that there was a shadow that could not be waved away, looming, covering this city larger than the sun...

The fermentation of the matter was faster than he imagined. In less than an hour, almost everyone in government departments knew the new political joke of "have some understanding".

These people who watched the fun were obviously divided into several parts. Most people could laugh out loud unscrupulously without caring about Director Dai Er's face.

These civil servants were all locals born and raised, like William, with a bunch of civil servants in his family.

Either pull them all clean across multiple departments, otherwise just dealing with one would offend others.

So they can laugh unscrupulously and happily, without bearing consequences, and there are no consequences.

Some people didn't laugh so obviously. These are outsiders who are transforming into locals, or can be said to be "New Jincheng immigrants", not "federal immigrants".

They are almost all federal people, but they are not locals born and raised in New Jincheng. However, as their work stabilizes and they marry locals, they are integrating into the local group.

So they can appropriately express their real emotions without worrying about being retaliated against.

As for those who don't laugh or speak, these are typical outsiders. They must be careful. In this city that seems open and inclusive, sometimes it may not be able to accommodate an outsider!

Director Dai Er knew that all this was the work of a deeper mastermind, including Poli's phone call to him saying that the first bomb was not set by him.

Now, he believes it.

But Poli is already dead, and many clues that might exist are broken. Apart from annoyance, he has almost no way.

Just when he was thinking about how to solve this situation, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

"This is Dai Er."

"Dai Er, it's me." He could still distinguish the mayor's voice. Remembering everyone's voice is also something a qualified politician should do.

Some politicians, big figures, will have some bad tastes. Sometimes they hope everyone respects themselves, and sometimes they will jokingly ask others on the phone if they know who they are.

If you encounter such a person, you'd better know!

"Mayor..."

"Do you have time to chat?"

Director Dai Er hadn't visited the mayor after coming to New Jincheng. On the one hand, he was transferred from the center. Although he was only a "small character" when he was in the center.

But he has a senator behind him, and he also has a backer and a circle.

On the other hand, the Hazardous Materials Administration itself is a vertical institution. He can not deal with local officials, and he tries to avoid this matter as much as possible.

If you deal with people too much, it is difficult to maintain your own neutrality. You never know how complicated the relationship here is.

If you get along with some people for a long time, if they suddenly make an excessive request, do you agree or not?

And the purer his loyalty to Congress and the Presidential Palace, the more the lords above will like him and value him.

But now, he seems to have no way out, so he agreed immediately.

More than ten minutes later, a very low-key but luxuriously decorated car stopped in the parking lot of the Hazardous Materials Administration. Director Dai Er changed into a hat, wore a stand-up collar windbreaker, and entered the mayor's car without being noticed by outsiders.

Luxurious interior, everywhere is soft soft bags, cowhide, sheepskin, ivory, silver, precious trees...

He took off his hat, took off his coat, and put it on the seat beside him.

"Drink something?"

The mayor took out a bottle of wine from a small wine cabinet. Director Dai Er really needs a little bit now.

Don't look at Congress staring at the issue of prohibition across the country, and also requiring them to treat it seriously and fiercely crack down on those who violate the ban and continue to sell and drink alcohol.

In fact, they haven't banned it at all, and there are special people who provide alcohol for Congress and senators, including the Presidential Palace, which buys a batch of alcohol every month for drinking.

This huge social experiment has only been aimed at the lower-middle class, not the upper-middle class.

They pretend to quit drinking just to let the people at the bottom know their determination, not that they really want to quit drinking.

"Whiskey, do you have it?" Director Dai Er now needs some strong alcohol to soothe his emotions.

The mayor changed to a bottle of gold label Napo whiskey. The amber liquid and the fragrance emitted made Director Dai Er feel relaxed just by smelling it.

He took the wine glass, clinked glasses with the mayor, and then drank a sip together.

After a sip of wine, he felt much better all over.

The car drove slowly on the street. People around couldn't see the situation inside. There were curtains here.

The mayor might have seen Director Dai Er's "cautiousness", he smiled and said, "You don't actually have to worry so much, I won't harm you."

He was referring to the fact that Director Dai Er waited for him to drink a sip before drinking. He was too careful.

Director Dai Er acted as if he didn't understand and laughed foolishly, but the mayor didn't mind saying it more clearly, "Because we are all outsiders."

"How about it, Dai Er?"

"Are you satisfied with the welcome ceremony of the locals?"

Director Dai Er's expression gradually became more serious, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Don't use honorifics, we are actually all outsiders."

"You are not a local born and raised in this city, and neither am I. Our encounters are the same."

"This is their welcome ceremony!"

"The local municipal councilors, and the five major families in their mouths, these locals who span politics, business, gangs, almost all industries form a huge net."

"We outsiders cannot join them, so naturally we have to be vigilant and targeted by them."

"Do you know why Poli died?"

Dai Er actually had some guesses, but he still shook his head. It is not really stupid to play dumb when you should play dumb.

The mayor didn't mind him playing dumb, "Because you are an outsider, you want to explore the secrets of the locals, then this person who might know the secrets of the locals and is unwilling to keep them, or maybe can't keep them, has to shut up."

"I heard that Mr. Wei De's people appeared at the scene, and later withdrew."

Director Dai Er captured a keyword from it, "You mean, Municipal Councilor Wei De?"

The mayor nodded, "His family history is longer than the history of this city. If Poli might know any of his secrets, then Poli will definitely be silenced."

"This is the welcome gift they gave you, and also a warning to you, warning you not to explore the secrets of this city and the locals!"

The mayor leaned back on the car seat. The soft backrest made him feel very comfortable and also had some sense of security, "Actually, I have also experienced it."

"And my encounter was more terrible and cruel than what you encountered."

"Are you willing to listen to a story?"