Chapter 296: 297. Chapter 294: Dismissal and Repaying a Favor

297. Chapter 294: Dismissal and Repaying a Favor

Lanse had just finished talking with Alberto when two police cars stopped at the entrance of the office.

Those young people who looked like passersby seemed to have their bodies tighten!

A police officer sitting behind the driver's seat of the second police car looked at those young people who were faintly showing a surrounding trend, and he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Branch Chief Bulu, sitting beside him, laughed at this time, "I told you, if I don't come, you might not even be able to enter the door."

"Lanse's people are very united, not quite the same as those gangs you've seen before.", Branch Chief Bulu had a kind of superiority on his face, which made the police officer beside him reveal a very special smile.

"Don't tell me you are also in the same gang as them.", the police officer's words made Branch Chief Bulu freeze for a moment; he shook his head but didn't make a sound, as if everything was self-evident.

The current society is very strange and also very complex; the police officer watched a young person walk to the police car and knock on the car window; he rolled down the window.

That young person was very young, looking only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a duck-billed cap; the texture of the clothes on his body looked good, and the red armband also made him look a bit different from ordinary people.

"Officer, you can't park here.", he directly asked the police to move the place.

Bulu just wanted to say something but was stopped by the police officer beside him.

"What if I say no?"

The young person raised his hand and made a very strange gesture, and then the police in the two police cars discovered in horror that the hands of those people around them were all inserted into their clothes.

No one knew what was hidden in their clothes; small wooden sticks, spoons, and table knives could also possibly be a loaded weapon!

Seeing that the situation seemed to be moving in a direction that shouldn't happen, Branch Chief Bulu hurriedly said, "It's me; we came to see Lanse."

The young person bent his waist lower so that he could see Branch Chief Bulu on the other side; the face that was originally serious suddenly revealed a smile.

He made another gesture, and the people around immediately dispersed.

"This joke is not funny!", he said, then straightened up, "Boss happens to be inside; who should I tell him wants to see him?"

The police officer reported his name, Assistant Chief of the City Center Branch, and he also pursued a sentence, "What is your name?"

"Aierwen!"

"Okay, Aierwen, can I ask what your gesture meant just now?", he was a bit curious.

But unfortunately, Aierwen didn't say, just smiled and turned away.

The Assistant Chief looked back at Branch Chief Bulu, "They are very regular!"

"That is indeed the case!"

Soon a few people were allowed to see Lanse, but there was one requirement: they had to hand over their weapons and accept a search.

Aierwen had an apologetic face, "It's a special time now; I'm sorry; I know this is very excessive; Lanse said he would send two small things to the two to express his apology when leaving!"

Branch Chief Bulu directly took out his weapon and placed it on the tray; the Assistant Chief beside him could only take out his weapon.

After the search, the two entered Lanse's office.

When seeing the two, Lanse had already stood up; he stood by the desk, "Sorry, the situation in the past two days is a bit different; please forgive my sensitivity."

After he shook hands with the two respectively, he also knew the identity of the person beside him; after the three sat down separately, Lanse asked, "Then what is the purpose of the two coming over?"

Branch Chief Bulu scratched his head; he skillfully took two cigarettes from the cigarette case on the table and handed one to the person beside him, "You didn't handle the people cleanly; there are people from the Gregg Gang who survived; they said it was you who did it."

After Lanse finished listening, he nodded slightly, "Our time is limited; I couldn't search every room to see if anyone was still alive."

"Did they call the police?"

"I'm afraid that's the case!"

"Then what do you intend to do?", Lanse also took a cigarette.

Branch Chief Bulu nodded, "Your firepower is too fierce; people feel unsafe; we need to give an explanation to the citizens!"

"Chali also called me and asked me to tell you; you'd better cooperate; otherwise, it's possible the mayor will use this matter."

He was afraid Lanse didn't realize the importance of this matter and lowered his voice slightly, "He can apply for police from other places to handle the case; maybe he can also find an opportunity to clean up the police team again."

"Their meaning is that you can do it, but you can't do it so exaggeratedly; now we are not comparing who has stronger aggressiveness, but comparing who makes fewer mistakes."

Lanse glanced back at the police officer beside Branch Chief Bulu and turned back, "So what do you mean?"

Branch Chief Bulu pursed his lips, "Find a few people to plead guilty; we have to give an explanation to those businessmen and an explanation to the public."

"Last night you fired guns for more than ten minutes, and in the end, you didn't catch a single person; this is unreasonable, Lanse, don't you think?"

"I can guarantee you that signing a plea agreement won't exceed twenty years, and no one's responsibility will be pursued; this is just an isolated accidental event."

"The sentencing might be slightly heavier, but I believe you should have a way to get people out in advance."

After Lanse finished listening, he nodded, "Give me some time; at the latest this afternoon, you will get clues, and then solve this case, catch the criminal suspects, and some weapons and ammunition."

Branch Chief Bulu nodded, "I don't believe in your style; if it weren't for needing to give an explanation to those big figures and the public, actually we wouldn't want to cause trouble."

He hadn't finished speaking when Aierwen couldn't help but laugh and say, "When can the public be on par with those masters?"

Lanse also couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Your thinking is very dangerous, Aierwen.", he paused, "I have understood the matter; help me send the two off."

Aierwen nodded and opened the door; Branch Chief Bulu and the police officer beside him also stood up and left Lanse's room after shaking hands with Lanse again.

At the entrance of the office, they not only retrieved their service pistols but also received two bags of donuts.

"Donuts?", the Assistant Chief shook the food bag with the "Delicious Donuts" brand; the friction and collision sound produced inside didn't sound like donuts at all.

Under Branch Chief Bulu's signal, he opened the paper bag, and then revealed an unusual look, "How much is here?"

"Two hundred or three hundred; you might have a bit more; after all, it's your first time here."

Sitting in the car, he looked at the sign of Lanse's office again, as well as those young people staring here, recalling their gestures, and this Assistant Chief couldn't say anything anymore.

After Aierwen returned to the office, Lanse brought up the matter he had entrusted to Aierwen before, "I remember you still have quite a few people who are terminally ill and don't have much time."

Aierwen nodded, "Yes, there are quite a few; do you need them this time?"

"Decades, Aierwen; even if I find Roben, they might have to spend a few years inside; I can't let my brothers waste their best time on sitting in jail."

"Find some willing people; money can be given more, and then go find Roben to see if it can be judged as soon as possible."

The two whispered and discussed for a long time; Aierwen took the car keys and left.

For most poor people who suddenly discover they are terminally ill and don't have much time, what they think of first isn't how they can live on, but how much money they have to spend because they are terminally ill?

They don't have money, so compared to their bodies and lives, they feel more sorry for the money!

Most of them think about saving the money for their families; anyway, they can't be cured, so they won't waste their families' hope.

On the contrary, those rich people would rather go bankrupt to find ways to extend their lives.

So for these human tragedies, being able to get a large sum of money for their families before they die, they are willing to pay any price for it!

Not long after, Lanse saw eight people standing in front of him; these eight people looked a bit thin.

Lanse frowned, "Find someone to put some makeup on them, and give them a set of clothes."

He said this while looking at these few people; these people all revealed humble expressions; they seemed to glance at Aierwen; Aierwen nodded slightly, indicating that he had already communicated with them.

However, Lanse had to ask again.

"Aierwen should have already told you; you will be arrested, and then sit in jail; the sentence will be about ten years or so."

"I know many of your bodies actually can't hold out until the day you are released from prison, and I also know your worries about your families after you leave, so you appeared here."

"Aierwen, how much money did you promise to give them?"

Aierwen stretched out three fingers, "Three thousand dollars."

Three thousand dollars for a life, is it expensive?

In this era, it's a bit expensive, but Lanse felt this price was just right.

"Are you all Imperial people?"

Eight people who had been tortured by illness and lost their courage all nodded; they said their ancestral homes, and Lanse nodded constantly.

"I give you another choice; one is to take three thousand dollars from me at once, and then fulfill the promise."

"The other choice is that your families will receive fifty dollars from me every month starting today, for ten years."

"Ten years of time, I believe it is enough for your children to grow up, and enough for your families' lives to be completely stable; ten years is six thousand dollars; you have more choices."

The expressions of the eight people were different; some were indifferent; to them, money that could be taken into their hands at once was real money.

Those promised money couldn't be counted as real money before it was in their pockets!

But there were also three people who chose to let their families come to receive fifty dollars every month.

People are such contradictory and often blindly following people; another two stood on their side, so that was five people choosing "installments".

Then another one came; six people installments, two people wanted cash.

Installments actually have benefits; the benefit is that their families will be more dependent on the Lanse family.

If the Lanse family didn't exist, their families' reliance would also be gone.

On the contrary, for those who took the money at once, their thoughts might be more complex.

But no matter what, Lanse simply explained the matter again, then let Aierwen take them to put on makeup.

After all, it was a violent group that shot and killed twenty or thirty people; they couldn't just stand on the street and be blown down by the wind.

After simple disguise, under the earnest teaching of Lawyer Roben, these people were successfully "arrested".

Lanse let Mo Lisi watch, don't have any accidents, and he, then headed to Alberto's bar located in Prisia.

He previously also had a bar in the Starlight District, but it was inexplicably found by the Hazardous Materials Administration, losing a large sum of money in one breath.

Lanse reminded him that there might be a mole; after he carried out an internal rectification, he reopened a bar in the Prisia District.

The bar wasn't big, but the style was high, very consistent with the consumption habits of the middle class.

They could endure slightly higher prices, but it must be worth the price, which is exquisite!

In other bars, wine glasses could be mixed, but in the bar in the middle-class community, different wines must use different wine glasses, and even have some reasons for doing so.

Let them feel that they not only used money on enjoyment but also learned some knowledge to take out and show off!

There must be live performances, and it couldn't be vulgar; there were no striptease dancers putting their panties on their fingers and spinning, only Black people with thick singing voices.

This was another powerful place that people discovered about Black people besides picking cotton.

They had talent in some forms of singing!

So when Lanse just walked into the bar, he felt that even the bar in the Bay Area might not necessarily have the style here.

After all... for the rich, happiness is the most important.

But for the consumers here, the style is!

The Black singer wore a blue shirt, light gray suspender pants, wore an ivory-white bowler hat, held the microphone intoxicatedly, and sang classic slow-tempo tracks with his magnetic voice.

Everything looked very stylish!

It was afternoon now, and there were relatively few guests; after Lanse came here, he hugged Alberto directly, and then the two walked to the corner.

Some guests in the bar looked over here twice, then moved their gazes away.

As the middle class of society, the elite class, they would pay great attention to their performance in social interaction; they wouldn't stare at people they didn't hope to talk to for too long; this wasn't polite.

If you want to say which group in the whole society has relatively high self-cognition and moral standards, it must be the middle class!

They are in this stage of "self-improvement is helpful for class improvement cognition"; on the contrary, the lower class and the upper class perform worse in this regard.

After Paul saw Lanse come, he shook hands with him, and then the two sat on both sides of the table.

"Alberto said you wanted to see me."

Lanse nodded, "The favor I owed you has been returned to you."

Paul's expression was a bit strange, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Lanse."

Lanse looked at him, "Although I don't know who did it, I know, Paul, you wiped his ass."

Paul still had the mind to laugh out loud, "Wiped his ass!"

"Lanse, has anyone said you are a very humorous person?"

"But I have to say, this word describes it very accurately, just like those little bastards, who only know how to shit, and never know how to wipe."

He said this while picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, "I disdain to lie, Lanse; this matter is our problem, but I hope you understand that my original intention wasn't bad."

"But some people...", he didn't want to say anymore as he spoke, "In short, you are right; you don't owe me a favor anymore; this matter ends here."

Lanse picked up the glass and clinked it with him, "I am grateful that you could reach out when I needed it, Paul."

"This matter ends here for me; no problem, but that person, is he willing to end it here?"

"If he isn't willing to end it here and still wants to find trouble for me, I might not have a reason to let him go again."

"You saved my life, and I return a life to you!"

Lanse picked up the wine glass again and drank it in one gulp.

In a sense, Paul did save his life; if it weren't for Paul speaking out to protect Lanse before, even if Lanse wasn't squeezed out, he might have been far away from New Jincheng at this time.

And there wouldn't be today's achievements.

Paul sighed, "In short... thank you for being able to understand."

Lanse poured some more wine for himself, "I heard the Five Great Families split?"

Paul nodded, "It seems everyone knows... the Koda family was persuaded by those people behind him, the Cassia family was bought, and these fools will never know."

"Only when the Five Great Families are together can we possess the right to formulate rules in New Jincheng; when we separate, we no longer possess power!"

"They can't think of this point, or they are unwilling to believe this point."

He didn't want to chat more in this regard; the situation of the Pasleto family wasn't optimistic; the Keane family also encountered trouble; their friction with the Xiong Bang was constantly escalating.

Gregg wanting to develop toward the Imperial District was essentially also to avoid the war between the Xiong Bang and the Keane family.

The Tita family is currently contacting some people, trying to change the situation, but it seems it has no use at all.

A big net spread out by the mayor finally started to close slowly; he hadn't done nothing in these years; he had already done a lot of work, just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to tear through the thick defense line of the locals!

Now, he waited; his means in these years also started to show power.

After coming out of the bar, Lanse returned to the Imperial District, and those eight "gunmen" were also successfully arrested.

They decisively signed the confession, actively admitting all charges; when Lawyer Roben returned from the police station, he told Lanse that these eight people faced forty-two charges, including making noise after ten o'clock at night, etc.

He also handled the judge on the court side; because they had already pleaded guilty, so basically they would be sentenced in court, and then quickly sent to prison to start serving their sentences.

As for how long they could persist in prison, that actually wasn't very important anymore.

Their mission, the moment they arrived at the prison, was already completed.

Although Kares was already dead, Lanse's revenge on this Gregg Gang hadn't ended yet!

They said he was a "Boss Killer", a "Gang Destroyer", then now, he would destroy it for these people to see! ===== CHAPTER 297 =====