Chapter 225: 225. Chapter 223: The Informant

225. Chapter 223: The Informant

Director Dai Er stood at the entrance of the Hazardous Materials Bureau to welcome his "heroes" home. When Officer Lukaer got off the car, he didn't even hesitate to give the other party a hug!

"Well done. I heard about the situation at the scene. You handled it very well, especially when you mentioned the reward at the end!"

In this era where everyone is poor but everyone is wealthy, the profit brought by reporting a bar would make people go crazy!

Even those alcoholics would report bars because they needed money.

As long as the bars still existed and they had a place to drink, it would be impossible for them not to be able to buy alcohol.

But if it were the other way around, and the whole city was bars, but they had no money, that would make them unable to buy alcohol.

With money, what couldn't you buy?

With the fermentation of tomorrow's news, he believed that more and more people would start reporting bars.

The group entered the hall, and the agents on duty stood up and applauded one after another. It was another "major breakthrough," and a bar case worth tens of thousands was very eye-catching at this time.

Perhaps it might not be so unimaginable in the future, but at this time, it was absolutely shocking.

After listening to the more direct report, Director Dai Er let them all go to rest. It was already late at night.

As for those bartenders and such who were brought back, if there were no accidents, someone would come with bail money tomorrow to take them away.

The judicial system of this city was already rotten to the core. Clearly, the judges knew they shouldn't approve their bail, but these judges who had taken black money would still violate their work principles. Therefore, Director Dai Er didn't have any explanation for this part of the people.

In Director Dai Er's eyes, they were equivalent to... some cash!

However, Officer Lukaer didn't go to sleep. He still had to have a good chat with the bartender.

Just as the bartender sat down, two agents asked him to come out, "Officer Lukaer wants to see you."

Some people around stood up again, and this action of theirs directly alarmed the two agents outside the door. They pressed their hands directly on their holsters and retreated nervously, "Squat down, everyone squat down, or I'll shoot!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, but what made people feel strange was that these two agents clearly knew that closing the iron door could stop all this, but they just didn't close the door.

The bartender raised his hands, "They'll beat me up at most, don't mess around, someone will make the decisions for us."

This sentence made the other young people slowly squat back down. Some of them stared fixedly at the two agents outside the detention cell, as if they wanted to completely remember their appearance.

He held up his hands to show that he was harmless and slowly walked out of the detention cell.

Lans had conducted some brief training for them, telling them how to "cooperate" with law enforcement agencies during interrogations in the police station or other law enforcement agencies.

Including telling them what methods these law enforcers would use to "lure and kill" them, so no matter what, don't give these law enforcers an excuse to pull the trigger on them.

If any of them crossed that iron door, then even if the two agents killed them all by shooting, the judge wouldn't stand on their side.

So the most correct way was not to be fooled. After their detention status was lifted and they left this place, they could do many things.

The bartender, with his hands on his head, was handcuffed behind his back and pushed into an interrogation room.

Officer Lukaer had just lit a cigarette. He pointed to the chair opposite him, signaling the bartender to sit there.

The bartender walked over and sat down, his face full of indifference.

"Who is your Boss?", Officer Lukaer asked.

Although he knew there was a high probability he wouldn't get any results, he still wanted to try.

He didn't like Lans, didn't like Lans playing tricks on him, and didn't like those words of Lans, which even made him question his own sense of justice!

He wanted to catch Lans and bring him in, let him feel whether his own justice was shining, whether it was sharp, and whether it was carried through to the end!

The bartender tilted his head and didn't speak.

Officer Lukaer sneered. He stood up with the cigarette in his mouth, took off his coat, and hung it on the coat rack.

A gray small-check vest and a white shirt, a very fashionable and common outfit.

He also took off his watch, put it into his pocket, and then unbuttoned his cuffs.

"Do you know?"

"Before I came here, I was in the Criminal Investigation Division of the New Jincheng Police Department. Every day I dealt with heinous criminals."

"Most of the crimes they committed, in terms of severity, the lowest was murder."

"But they would eventually tell me what I wanted to know, and you..."

He walked to the bartender, his rolled-up sleeves revealing hairy arms, and he looked down at the bartender, "Stand up."

The bartender stood up. The moment he stood up, Officer Lukaer hit the bartender in the stomach with an uppercut, and the bartender fell onto the table with a crash...

Twenty-odd minutes later, the bartender was dragged back to the detention cell like a dead dog, and the young people all surrounded him.

Fortunately, his life didn't seem to be in any danger.

On the other side, Officer Lukaer was panting slightly, and he spat on the ground.

This tough nut made him feel it was hard to deal with. Recently, these people had bones much harder than those criminals in the past, or rather, Lans's subordinates were all like this, all tough nuts. He didn't know what kind of ideology Lans had instilled in them.

The agent responsible for detaining these people stood at the door and couldn't help complaining, "That was just a young man...", he glanced at the urine stain on the ground; that young man had been beaten until he was incontinent.

Officer Lukaer didn't seem to be interrogating; he was just using the name of interrogation to vent the negative emotions in his heart.

At this time, he had vented to his satisfaction, and his brain started to return to normal.

However, he wouldn't admit that he did this just to vent the embarrassment Lans gave him on his people. He emphasized, "Even if he just reached adulthood, he is still a criminal!"

The agent responsible for the work here raised his hands, "No offense intended," he said, shaking his head and turning away.

Although Congress allowed them to use weapons in the process of arresting bootleggers, and also allowed them to cause casualties, but... it was just a bartender.

Officer Lukaer glanced at the puddle of yellow water on the ground, cursed "Fuck," and then put on his coat and left.

Someone would come to deal with the situation here. As for the notebook he left here?

There wasn't a single word on it; he didn't need to take it away.

Now, after experiencing a period of mental excitement and practicing boxing for a while, he was tired. He needed to sleep.

Behind the Hazardous Materials Bureau were dormitories, and there were even lounges in the director's office and the senior agents' offices.

The "specifications" of this department were very high. Congress allowed them to have lounges in the offices of these middle and senior management.

Lying on the small bed, Officer Lukaer thought of the news tomorrow morning, and a smile appeared on his face.

Even in his dreams, he was sleeping with a smile. He dreamed that he had become the nemesis of evil...

At four o'clock, several cars slowly stopped by the main gate of the Hazardous Materials Bureau, and then some people got out of the cars.

One of the young men skillfully pried open the card on the base of the street lamp, took out the switch, and turned off the street lamp.

The street lamp on one side of the entrance flickered twice and turned off. The agent responsible for duty at the entrance just glanced at it, withdrew his gaze, and continued to doze off while leaning on his chair.

After everything became quiet again, the young man quickly climbed onto the street lamp, and then the people below threw up a rope. He wrapped it around the lamp arm of the street lamp twice and threw it down again.

Not long after, something wobbly was hung up...

At five o'clock, almost all the newspaper offices in New Jincheng and some well-known reporters were harassed by phone calls. The content of the harassment was that there was big news at the entrance of the Hazardous Materials Bureau, and if they went late, they wouldn't be able to see it!

Regardless of whether those newspaper offices believed this, they all arranged for reporters to rush over to interview. Those well-known reporters had higher sensitivity to news, and they immediately associated it with the recent sealing and investigation actions of the Hazardous Materials Bureau.

This might be a "counterattack" by those gangs, the locals, against the Hazardous Materials Bureau.

At five-ten, New Jincheng, which was already close to daylight saving time, had already turned off the street lamps, but the light was also starting to become brighter.

Outside the entrance of the Hazardous Materials Bureau, a large number of reporters appeared. At first, the guard was indeed alarmed, but when he found out it was reporters, he didn't pay too much attention.

Because Director Dai Er had told him last night that many reporters would definitely visit today. After all, they were interested in the harvest last night and whether the two thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars could be cashed out.

Director Dai Er also specifically instructed not to let these reporters enter the Hazardous Materials Bureau and disturb the work order here.

After six o'clock, the sky over the entire New Jincheng became bright under the light of the newborn sun. The guard, who had dozed off for a while, had noisy discussions constantly ringing in his ears. He opened his eyes with a start.

The reporters at the entrance hadn't left yet. He admired these reporters a bit; they came before dawn just for the front-page headline.

He suddenly felt very grateful to the federal government for arranging such a job for him.

He wouldn't be exposed to the sun, nor would he be frozen, and he didn't need to run around. He only needed to sit here and not let some people slip in...

He tidied up his attire and came to the entrance. He had thought the reporters would swarm up, but he discovered that the target of those reporters didn't seem to be here.

The towering courtyard wall blocked his view. He walked to the side of the large iron gate and glanced at the place where the reporters were gathering. In an instant, his legs went soft, and he almost couldn't stand!

He ran back to the duty room stumbling and dialed the phone number of Director Dai Er's office...

At this time, Director Dai Er had also reached the point of being half-asleep and half-awake.

The pillow in the office was very uncomfortable to sleep on, making him toss and turn all night, waking up for a while and sleeping for a while. If he could avoid resting here in the future, he would still avoid resting here.

When the ringing of the telephone sounded for the first time, he had already woken up.

He patted his cheeks, sat up slowly, and waited for it to ring twice more before picking it up.

"Director, this is the guard station, something happened..."

Seven or eight minutes later, a large number of agents walked out of the office building. At this time, the sky had completely brightened.

When the reporters saw Director Dai Er come out, they turned around and started swarming toward him. The surrounding agents cleared the path forward for him, letting him see the corpse hanging on the street lamp at the entrance.

The person who hung the corpse up seemed to have very thoughtfully written the words "Informant" on the chest of this corpse...

Seeing this scene, he finally couldn't help but blurt out a "Fuck." Many reporters were so excited they couldn't control themselves, and their voices became even louder!

"Director Dai Er, is this a provocation by the gangs against your previous law enforcement actions?"

"Director Dai Er, why was the informant hung here? Is it because someone inside you leaked the informant's identity information?"

"Director Dai Er, how do you ensure the safety of other informants..."

Officer Lukaer also quickly came here with his coat draped over him. He looked at the hanging corpse, his face also turning livid, and he kicked the triangular sign placed by his feet away!

Just as Director Dai Er intended to have someone take the corpse down first, suddenly, several police cars arrived.

The police stopped their actions, which also made the atmosphere at the scene a bit stiff, but the reporters were so excited they were about to climax. They kept filming, and the scene was lit up by magnesium lights as if it were daytime!

"This person might be our informant, and him being hung here has caused a great impact on our work. Have someone take him down first," Director Dai Er looked at the guy in front of him who had stopped him with an unkind expression.

This guy was the branch director of the city center branch, and Officer Lukaer had dealt with the other party before.

However, he didn't give Director Dai Er any face at all, "This is a crime scene, and there might be a large amount of evidence left on this... street lamp."

"Before we finish collecting evidence, no one can destroy the scene. Now, please leave immediately."

The branch director didn't show any mercy at all and emphasized, "Criminal cases occurring within New Jincheng are all taken over by our police department."

This was indeed not within Director Dai Er's scope of authority. He didn't understand interfering with the law enforcement work of another law enforcement department, and this work didn't have the slightest content of contact with the Hazardous Materials Bureau.

Even if this person had "Informant" written on his chest, there was no evidence to indicate that he was one of the informants for the bars that were wiped out before.

So this case could only be done by the police.

Watching those police start to clear the ground around the street lamp and start looking for footprints and fingerprints that didn't exist at all, Director Dai Er's face became even uglier.

He knew that the Hazardous Materials Bureau was going to become famous, and he was also going to become famous, but it was definitely not a good reputation!

But he had no way to deal with this. He didn't let others interfere with their work, so naturally, others wouldn't let him interfere with their work.

"You'd better look carefully, don't miss any little clue!", Director Dai Er's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He turned and walked toward the courtyard, "Let's go."

A trace of a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of the branch director's mouth. He actually knew who did it, but he wouldn't say it, nor would he take action.

This wasn't a conflict between law enforcers and criminal groups; it was a conflict between locals and outsiders. It had been sublimated!

In the end, the police still figured out who this corpse was.

His name was Luo Bu, and he was killed for leaking secrets. His eyes and tongue were held in his own left and right hands respectively, and the wounds were also sealed with thread by someone.

This was similar to the content of a myth in Imperial mythology. An informant leaked some intelligence, leading to a crushing defeat in a war that should have been won.

The hero and god deprived him of the ability to see and speak, letting him fall forever into a hell of darkness and forbidden speech...

However, their speed in collecting evidence and clues was too slow, so much so that almost everyone in the city knew about this matter.

More importantly, many newspapers, including "Today's New Jincheng" and even "Tide News," had changed their front-page headlines after five o'clock.

After the mayor got up, he came to the dining room. His family had already prepared breakfast. He had thirty minutes of free time after finishing breakfast before he would go to work.

However, just as he sat down, his personal secretary sent over a newspaper, "You'd better look at this."

The mayor glanced at the newspaper in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth in two or three bites, then wiped his hands and spread it out.

Almost half of the front page was occupied by a photo. The leftmost side of the street lamp and the hanging corpse occupied one-third of the photo's space, and the rest was the main gate of the Hazardous Materials Bureau and the dozing guard.

They gave people an unsettling title in bold font—"Who Killed the Informant"

This was a very high-level title. It left people with a lot of room for imagination. It seemed to be asking who the murderer was, but more importantly, it was reminding people who had caused all this to happen!

It looked as if they were just talking about news, but the mayor could feel that this was a warning from the locals to some "traitors." They were using this matter to make a fuss.

The exchanges between smart political forces had traces to follow, but the traces wouldn't be too heavy, especially this kind facing the public.

They couldn't stand up and shout, "All locals must stand on our side; whoever does stupid things, we will kill them."

But they could use this method to let people understand that an informant didn't just have a bad ending—it was that simple!

This news ruined the mayor's good mood. He only ate a small bite of bread, but now, he couldn't eat anything.

He went directly to the study. He originally wanted to call Director Dai Er, but he put down the receiver he had picked up.

What was the point of calling?

The matter had already happened!

However, he finally picked up the receiver.

"Who did it?"

Director Dai Er was also quite troubled at this time. He had originally thought they would do a big job this time, but he didn't expect everything to be ruined because of a hanging corpse.

Those who tried to report were starting to consider the cost. The cost of reporting was too high; being discovered meant death. Who would dare to report casually?

And some reports even claimed that it was very likely that there was a problem within the Hazardous Materials Bureau, leaking the informant's identity to the outside, which led to the informant being honorably killed.

From the clearly ritualistic death characteristics, it could be seen that this was the work of a gang!

So at this time, asking who the deceased was had no meaning.

Even if the deceased was a homeless person, people would think that the one who died was the informant.

Director Dai Er stood by the window, watching a group of people walking out of the main gate, "I think it's very likely that Lans did it."

Because someone had already told him that Lans's car was parked on the road opposite the Hazardous Materials Bureau, and he himself was there! ===== CHAPTER 226 =====