Chapter 244: Silencing, Dirty Work, and Transactions

Federal people always like to separate public affairs and private affairs.

When working, they don't like being disturbed by private affairs.

Just like outside of work hours, they also refuse to be disturbed by public affairs, although many times they can't refuse.

At this moment, it was clearly already night. The telephone lines were not only not idle in the slightest, but instead were exceptionally busy.

Countless "Mr. Behind-the-Scenes" communicated across the telephone lines or issued instructions.

And most of these calls pointed to Red Heels, as well as things related to Red Heels.

It seems that in some times, people also don't reject doing some work-related things in their private time.

In the police station, Buke sat uneasily in the interrogation room. He had heard of the guy sitting in front of him, but hadn't had much contact.

He was just the former manager and current deputy manager of Red Heels. He wasn't the kind of character who showed his face. Before, it wasn't him doing it, and now it wasn't him doing it either.

But he had heard the name of this police officer: Hente.

A very ordinary name, but behind this ordinary name were some rumors about him.

In the rumors, Hente was a capable assistant to the Bay Area hounds. Although he was only a police officer in the criminal investigation group, in reality, his status in the New Jincheng police system was not much worse than some branch directors.

He and Chali together had helped the old men in the Bay Area do quite a bit of dirty work and were deeply trusted by the old men.

There were many rumors about him. The more rumors there were, the more afraid Buke was.

Because he knew that only for those cases the old men valued enough would they send this kind of person who was trusted by them and had enough fame.

The command rooms for those marginal people were ordinary bottom-level police officers.

"You seem very hot." Hente pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over. "Wipe the sweat on your face."

"Thank you!" Buke took the handkerchief and wiped the bean-sized sweat on his face messily. Soon, the two outermost layers of the handkerchief were wetted by sweat.

"I'm very sorry, I will buy a new one to return to you!" Buke grabbed the handkerchief in his hand and apologized for wetting it.

Hente was always smiling. He shook his head, seeming not to care. "Just a handkerchief."

He then took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to Buke, and then sat in a place not far from him. "Buke, you know, now the big shots are fighting, and small roles like us are all involved."

"I always feel that whether we can go further is not important; what's important is that we are still alive!"

Buke smoked, his hands trembling a bit. He could only hold his hands together to stabilize his arms and palms.

He didn't need to flick the ash; the amplitude of the shaking would make the ash slide down. He nodded. "Yes, life is the most important."

Hente nodded noncommittally. "Look, I'm very happy we can reach a consensus on this problem. Then... Buke, I have some questions I want to ask you."

"You tell me what you know, I'll go deal with the people behind me, and you protect yourself well."

"Don't suffer or even die for keeping other people's secrets. It's not worth it, right?"

Buke nodded. "Yes, it's not worth it."

Hente nodded satisfied. "When you sent girls to the Bay Area, did you leave behind any evidence?"

"For example... a record of every time you sent goods to the Bay Area, the location, the list of girls, the names of customers, or even whether you kept the checks or cash they gave you?"

Some customers would also pay with cash because cash is relatively difficult to become evidence.

They couldn't convince the judge that a ten-dollar bill was given by these rich people. In this area, it's difficult to have substantive evidence, and the court wouldn't adopt it much.

Of course, if they were careful, it might be possible to retain some fingerprints on the banknotes, which could become evidence.

However, the technology to extract complete fingerprints on banknotes now is not an easy thing, but it's not completely without opportunity.

As for checks, they are relatively troublesome. There will be signatures, notes will be left, and there are even fingerprints.

These will all become important evidence, pointing out that those old men in the Bay Area are not just as simple as call services!

Buke nodded. "I don't know about money and checks, but I heard Samu say that he has a notebook used to record the daily work situation..."

Hente's eyes lit up. "Where is the notebook now?"

Buke hurriedly said, "I don't know, only Samu knows."

Hente looked at him and sat on the table beside him. "Buke, I know you are an honest man. I heard you have always been with Samu. You must know where that notebook is."

Buke indeed didn't know, but he knew a rough range, which was that the notebook was still in Red Heels.

It's just that he didn't know where it was. Samu never let him touch these things, but he knew it must be a very secret place.

Based on his understanding of Red Heels, he actually had a few guesses.

Seeing Buke's moved expression, Hente increased the chips. "If you help me find the notebook, I guarantee you will safely return to the state prison to stay for a few years and then come out."

However, in the end, Buke still didn't say anything.

He didn't tell Hente about this matter, not because he was loyal to Samu; he just wanted to see if these people could offer higher chips.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Hente appeared a bit disappointed. "You can think about it seriously."

Buke smoked a cigarette, having already walked out of the anxiety and fear a bit. He shook his head. "I have to think about it properly."

This was clearly an excuse. Hente planned to try to persuade him when someone knocked on the door outside.

He looked back, then looked at Buke again. "You definitely know something, but don't forget, Samu also knows these things. Don't let those valuable pieces of information of yours become useless."

"I might have to go out for two minutes. Two minutes later, I hope you can become smarter."

After Hente finished speaking, he gave Buke another cigarette and then walked toward the door.

Buke looked at Hente's departing back. He actually had his own ideas too.

He felt that Samu wouldn't quite shake this matter out because this matter was done by Samu privately. The mayor didn't know, and the old men in the Bay Area didn't know. This was something Samu used to save his life.

As long as Samu didn't speak, he could grasp the initiative. He hoped to obtain more benefits from here.

It's not that he wanted to let himself be acquitted; he just wanted a shorter sentence and to retain the funds in his account.

He didn't know what Hente was doing outside the door at this time.

"Samu wants a transaction, and the State Government side also called to ask about the situation here. Xideni is putting pressure on us."

"The Bay Area side means...", the sergeant who spoke made a silencing gesture.

Hente frowned. "So urgent?"

The sergeant nodded. "The Freedom Party seems to have also begun to pay attention to this matter. The Bay Area side doesn't want more inside stories to be dug out, so...", he looked at the room behind Hente, "You have to get him done as soon as possible."

Hente nodded. "I know what to do."

After the sergeant finished speaking, he left. Hente asked the police officer for the tie that had been taken from Buke and then tucked it into his pocket.

He returned to the room and looked at Buke, who still didn't want to speak, revealing a helpless expression.

"Since you don't want to speak, then go back first. One day you will want to speak." He said this while walking to the table, as if preparing to take him away. Just as he pulled out something, the handcuffs key fell to the ground.

"My waist hasn't been very good recently. You help me pick it up.", he said.

Buke didn't suspect much. One of his hands was handcuffed to the chair, but the other hand could make movements. This was done specifically to facilitate his reading of documents or signing things.

He bent down, his hand almost touching the key, when suddenly something seemed to flash before his eyes, followed by the feeling of his neck being tightly strangled.

He kicked his legs subconsciously, wanting to stand up, but Hente's entire body weight was already pressing on his back, firmly controlling his movements.

He kept slapping Hente, who was pressing on him, slapping his body, wanting to say something, but something tightly strangling his neck made him unable to even make a syllable!

The more he struggled, the more panicked he was, and the body's consumption of oxygen became more intense.

Only after forty or fifty seconds, after two violent struggles, Hente felt all of Buke's resistance disintegrate in an instant.

He continued to use force to strangle for a while before loosening the tie.

"You really are a stupid cunt!" He pulled his collar with both hands, making his messy clothes look neat, then dragged Buke's corpse to the window, and intimately helped him tie a dead knot on the window with the tie, then hung him up.

He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the mop, and mopped the urine stains left by dragging him dry. Finally, he observed the entire room, then nodded satisfied, put down his sleeves, dressed well, and walked out of the room with his head held high and chest out.

After the criminal was caught, he was about to receive the trial he deserved. They feared accepting the trial and chose to commit suicide out of fear of crime. This is very normal, isn't it?

Perhaps the only thing that can make people blame is that they didn't confiscate the suspect's tie, but who could have thought that someone would use a tie to hang themselves?

After leaving here, Hente went to the place where those girls were detained. There were only seventeen or eighteen girls in total; he hadn't counted them carefully.

About half of these girls were deceived, kidnapped, and trafficked to Red Heels from the Federation.

After experiencing the double torture and abuse of body and spirit, they finally chose to submit and receive guests for Samu.

Now what Hente and the others had to do was to pick out the girls who had served the very few local big shots from these girls.

Actually, the interrogation work for these girls was much simpler than dealing with others. They thought they were rescued. No matter what the police officers asked, they would say it without reservation.

Some girls even had emotional breakdowns several times, which also made them almost not hide everything they encountered in Red Heels.

One by one, the transcripts were sent to Hente. He looked at every file seriously, then ticked five girls from them.

Looking at these young faces, Hente's heart was actually not as calm as he appeared.

Sometimes when you do too much dirty work, people will become numb. He had heard people say this, but he always felt that he was still a tiny bit away from numbness.

He hoped he was numb, that way he wouldn't feel uncomfortable, especially when doing this kind of thing.

He looked at these five files. They were all pitiful girls. Originally, they all had their own happy lives, but because they were looked upon by some big shots with twisted psychology.

So they were kidnapped and sent here, and after being tamed, they became the big shots' toys.

Now the big shots were afraid that these toys would become the fuse that would ruin their reputation, so they wanted to destroy these toys.

Toys are innocent; there is no doubt about this, but their end is also destined.

The cause, development, process, and now, all participants know they are innocent, but this cannot change their ending.

Just when he was sitting at the table with his head lowered, pushing his hands back along his hairline, revealing a trace of exhaustion, someone pressed his shoulder.

"You're tired?"

It was Director Chali's voice.

Hente hurriedly stood up and squeezed out some smiles. "No... a little."

Director Chali saw the five files that had just been blocked by his body and flipped through them casually. "Life is always like this, doing many things we are unwilling to do."

"When we were young, our parents let us do homework. We were unwilling to do it, even if we knew that doing homework was being responsible for our own lives."

"When we were teenagers, our parents and teachers let us do some things we didn't like to do. We were equally unwilling to do them, even if we knew what they said was all right."

"Just like now, we clearly know we should do this, but perhaps because of other reasons, it makes us produce hesitation or even questioning about the next work."

"At this time, you have to ask yourself, is doing this necessary, is it good for you!"

Watching Hente fall into thinking, Director Chali said with a light laugh, "I probably can't retire from this position."

"This time, our mayor doesn't intend to let this old man retire decently, so... Hente, I will nominate you to take over my work, but whether they can agree, I'm not sure."

His hand squeezed on Hente's shoulder. "No one can make a choice for you. Choose what you want. Regardless, I support you."

Hente glanced at the five files on the table and grabbed them in his hand. "I know what to do."

Soon, these five girls were picked out separately. Hente stood in front of them smiling. "Your problems have been solved. Samu is also very cooperative. You can go home!"

The girls who had suffered months of inhuman abuse cried with joy. They hugged each other, encouraged each other, and congratulated each other on regaining freedom and embracing life.

Hente didn't disturb them. After their emotions were vented, he continued, "But now there are some procedures that need you to complete. You get on this car, and then our police officers will take you to finish the last process. Next, you can embrace freedom and go home."

The girls got on a police car almost without hesitation. This was clearly a car used to escort prisoners. Hente locked the door of the rear compartment from the outside and then entered the driver's cab.

At this time, it was pitch black, and everything around was pitch black. Even the car lights actually couldn't shine too far...

The car soon disappeared into the dark night. Director Chali's gaze was withdrawn from the distance and returned to the unfinished work in the police station.

Samu wanted to find someone with enough weight to conduct a transaction with him. He mentioned a person.

Councilor Wei De.

Councilor Wei De represented the stubborn forces locally and had very typical representativeness, and his status and reputation could also be convincing.

Councilor William is actually also a good choice, but Councilor William is too old, and he has too many things to think about. He might not be able to truly take care of Samu.

So Samu hoped to talk to the younger Councilor Wei De to obtain the other party's promise and protection.

And Councilor Wei De was also very interested in this transaction Samu proposed. Everyone hopes to grasp more handles of friends or political enemies. He was on his way.

Everyone was paying attention to this transaction, and everyone had a premonition that this matter wouldn't end so simply.

Forty minutes later, Director Chali saw the police car returning. However, it wasn't the police car Hente drove out that returned, but the police car that followed to support him.

They returned to the police station. The moment Director Chali saw Hente, he revealed a smile that was very appreciative of him.

He even took the initiative to walk over, regardless of Hente being a bit dirty now, and directly gave him a hug.

"Everything will get better!"

He didn't ask Hente how he handled the girls who grasped secrets they shouldn't have grasped, nor did he ask what psychological changes he had, just gave him a hug.

For a moment, Hente had an illusion: clearly he was a perpetrator, but now, he seemed to have become a victim.

However, he gladly accepted all this. This could make him feel better.

Perhaps this is the price of growth.

The police released some girls one after another. After all, dealing with five people at once, if only five people were missing, it would be difficult to do.

They let these girls go, so they could explain that they didn't know what they encountered after leaving.

As for others, such as Samu and the like, they were still in detention.

Director Chali, the mayor, including the tycoons in the Bay Area, were interested in his notebook, but also felt fear!

Samu himself was also very clear. No matter who he handed the notebook to, he would offend the other side.

For him, this seemed to have become a dead end! ===== CHAPTER 245 =====