Chapter 346

347. Chapter 343: Anger

After the motorcade entered the dock area, it broke directly into Warehouse 74; Officer Lukaer suppressed the excited and agitated emotions in his heart and gritted his teeth tightly.

He now wanted to see Lans's painful, annoyed, remorseful, and other various negative expressions too much.

He didn't like Lans, from the very beginning; he felt Lans played him.

A criminal, playing a law enforcer, although others didn't know about this matter, this made him have a feeling of shame and annoyance when facing Lans!

He would feel that he was looked down upon by the other party, played by the other party, yet he couldn't do anything about Lans.

He couldn't get over this hurdle himself!

If he couldn't give Lans a ruthless one, he would feel that he would always be a clown in front of Lans!

He wanted to prove that he wasn't a clown, he was a law enforcer, a law enforcer that Lans feared!

Now, he was going to take revenge.

The motorcade soon surrounded the Pier 74 warehouse; they used professional tools to open the door lock, and when the lights in the warehouse were turned on, everyone revealed smiles.

Boxes piled like a mountain!

Officer Lukaer strode to one of the boxes and opened it with a box opener——

During this period, wooden boxes were used to hold alcohol, and at the same time, there was a small problem with the glass manufacturing process of this period; the glass was more brittle and easier to break when colliding.

So when packing, there would be a simple wooden base, similar to a "#" shaped grid made of wooden strips.

Straw would be added between the alcohol bottles so they wouldn't collide directly.

Finally, they would nail the wooden lid shut, which was also to prevent people from stealing alcohol on the road; if a box was opened, it meant someone opened the box halfway.

The moment the box was pried open, six neatly arranged alcohol bottles were hidden in the straw.

Officer Lukaer laughed "haha" twice; he picked up one of them, which was beautifully packaged, and the bottle mouth had sealing wax.

On the bottle neck, there was a protruding structure with a gilded lion head on it.

"Golden Lion Brand!", he turned around and showed the alcohol in his hand to other colleagues, "A brand that has appeared recently; I heard it came from a local distillery."

He put the alcohol back.

The Na Bo Distillery was looking for the producer of this alcohol; they believed that Golden Lion alcohol stole their trademark, although Golden Lion and Golden Label had no similarities, but no matter who saw them, they would feel they were very similar, and would even mistakenly think these alcohols came from the same producer.

Seeing others earn the money they should have earned, the shareholders of Na Bo Whiskey were so jealous that their eyeballs were red!

On one hand, they were actively collecting information to prepare to sue this alcohol merchant, so that they could put the money the other party earned into their own pockets through judicial litigation.

On the other hand, it was said that they were also actively looking for places where they could safely produce alcohol, and they also planned to produce illegal alcohol and beverages privately.

With such a huge profit here, the capitalists had long been unable to sit still!

Officer Lukaer threw the alcohol back into the box, "Count them."

He stood in the warehouse with his hands on his hips, looking at the boxes piled like a mountain, not knowing what he was thinking under the calm surface.

Actually, what else could he think?

He was thinking about how to reveal this news to Lans; he couldn't wait at all!

Just at this time, quite a few workers walked towards this side; running to the dock in the middle of the night to raid the warehouse, and looking at it, it was still the Hazardous Materials Administration, they were more or less a bit curious.

Plus quite a few of these workers had drunk alcohol; under the action of alcohol, the control ability was inevitably a bit unbalanced.

"Hey, leave here, onlookers are not allowed here!"

When some workers planned to get close to here, an agent from the Hazardous Materials Administration reminded them, "Law enforcement is going on here!"

Some people walking in the front raised their hands, "Relax, we just came over to see what happened; are you the Hazardous Materials Administration?"

The agent saw that the other party indeed didn't have any further actions, so he relaxed a bit, "Someone reported that a large amount of smuggled alcohol is stored here; if you don't want to cause trouble, it's best not to get close."

The words he said soon spread among the onlookers; everyone knew that they had discovered an alcohol warehouse here.

There were also people cursing that they had stepped on dog shit; no one thought that there would actually be an alcohol warehouse here; if they had known, they might have been able to go in and take a few bottles.

As dock workers, occasionally stealing things on the dock was just as normal as having to poop every morning and afternoon when working in the company; this could also be considered a kind of implicit benefit.

Unless those goods had special people to watch, like some warehouses that didn't use dock workers and security guards, but hired their own employees to be responsible for watching the warehouse, just to avoid people running in out of curiosity and then taking some things away.

However, most warehouses wouldn't hire workers separately; capitalists aren't fools; as long as the value of the things they lose is cheaper than the cost of hiring two workers, they will accept this hidden rule.

But if the value of their lost property, or the value of their goods, is relatively high, they will hire employees to watch, instead of betting that those dock workers won't enter their warehouse.

The workers didn't have any reaction at first, just simply watching the fun, but soon someone started saying that this warehouse was actually the club's warehouse, and what was piled inside was all alcohol inventory used for workers to drink; some people couldn't hold back.

The crowd that was originally quietly watching the fun also became a bit noisy.

No matter if Lans could make money elsewhere, at least for the dock workers' club, he didn't make money!

They couldn't help Lans to block these people and not let them seal this warehouse, but they could try to deter these people in terms of momentum.

The onlookers suddenly became more numerous; some people who were still drinking in the club also ran out, and many people gathered outside the warehouse.

Officer Lukaer, who was staring at the quantity being cleaned up inside, suddenly frowned; the noise outside was getting louder and louder; just when he was about to go out and ask what happened, an agent ran in.

"Supervisor, a lot of workers have come; I'm worried the scene will get out of control."

Officer Lukaer frowned and walked out; he had heard that dock workers often drank secretly, but had never really cared about it.

When he walked out, looking at the countless heads under the light, he couldn't help but frown.

"I am the person in charge here; if you have any problems, send a representative out!"

"You can't solve the problem like this!"

Three representatives who looked like they had prestige were pushed out, one of whom was Qiangni.

Qiangni performed very beautifully today; these people's liking for him shot straight to the sky!

As long as Qiangni didn't become their stepfather, no matter what he did, everyone would very likely accept it.

This was Qiangni's high-light moment; although he knew all of this was a script, when people pushed him to the front and were willing to let him represent everyone, he suddenly gave birth to a thought he had never had before!

This is actually quite good!

He stood at the very front, with the big beard and a middle-aged man who looked a bit thin and weak by his side.

The middle-aged man used to be a school teacher, but because he fought with a student's parent, he was fired by the school and had to come to the dock to work.

Although he wasn't the most outstanding in terms of work ability, everyone still respected him because he was cultured, and sometimes when encountering trouble, they could find him to negotiate.

The three represented these people, but just as they walked to Officer Lukaer, Officer Lukaer smelled the alcohol on them.

He didn't open his mouth immediately; this might make these people raise their guard, so he first asked others, "Why are you blocking here?"

The teacher answered this question first, "Do you have a search warrant?"

Officer Lukaer's gaze stayed on this thin and weak teacher for a moment, then turned back and asked his assistant to take the legal documents from the car.

Not everyone knew that the Hazardous Materials Administration had its own judicial office; many people thought their law enforcement still needed to be like the police, to apply for judicial support, and then they could carry out law enforcement.

But actually it wasn't like this; they only needed to go to the judicial office to say the situation, and then the person sitting behind the desk picked up the document, signed it, and stamped it, and the judicial document was issued.

The purpose of simplification was to let the Hazardous Materials Administration serve the prohibition order more efficiently; the masters in Congress weren't all fools; they knew very well that local forces would group together to confront Congress's orders, especially this kind of unreasonable order.

So they directly equipped the Hazardous Materials Administration with a judicial office that they shouldn't have had in one step.

Not to mention search warrants, they could even get arrest warrants!

But to really be sentenced, it still had to pass through the local judicial system, but just this was already outrageous enough.

This was simply directly violating the judicial process, destroying judicial justice cleanly, but the masters in Congress liked it, so what could be done?

Soon the search warrant was brought over; the professor read it seriously, and with an ugly face, returned it to Officer Lukaer.

Officer Lukaer put it away, then stood with his hands on his hips and looked at these few people, "So what's the problem now?"

The teacher's reaction was fast, "This is the dock's property; you invaded here; although there are legal documents, did you notify its owner?"

A smile appeared on Officer Lukaer's face, "Do you want to listen to what you just said again?"

"If you can help me contact the owner of this alcohol, you help me contact him now; if he can come over, I can make the decision to take a few boxes and give them to you!"

The big beard stood out, "No matter what, you can't take these things away tonight."

He tried his best to maintain his thinking ability, "We haven't seen a real search warrant, how do we know it's real?"

"No matter what you want to do, wait until dawn!"

The workers around were also surrounding this side; Officer Lukaer's gaze remained firm.

He didn't like to confront these workers head-on, because the final result would definitely be that he wouldn't get any cheap deals.

But now he had to maintain his position; he quickly looked at these three people, confirmed that they had all drunk alcohol, and the guy in the middle who looked the stupidest should have drunk the most, so he asked casually, "How much have you all drunk?"

"Go change a few people who haven't drunk to come over and talk to me!"

The teacher's face was very red, I don't know if it was from drinking alcohol or something else; he seemed to be thinking about something and didn't react.

Qiangni's reaction at this time was fast, and he couldn't help but retort, "Didn't drink a few glasses, this doesn't hinder us from talking about things."

Officer Lukaer's reaction was obviously much faster than these people who had drunk alcohol, "How many glasses is not a few glasses, two glasses?"

Qiangni almost blurted out, "Five glasses, shit!"

Officer Lukaer had already revealed a smile, "Where did you drink it?"

The teacher's brain was still thinking about other things; when he heard this sentence, he was stunned for a moment; just when he turned his head to look at Qiangni, intending to signal him not to speak, Qiangni had already said it, "Club!"

Officer Lukaer took two steps back; he looked at Qiangni and pointed at him, "I will let the Mayor award you a 'Good Citizen Award'!"

He turned to look at others, "Apply for support, and then take people to the club to see."

The teacher was a bit annoyed, "He's joking, sir!"

Officer Lukaer looked at him and asked back, "Do you think I'm as stupid as him?"

Actually, they all knew that in the port area, near the dock, there was a large-scale bar; the information the Wolf Gang fed back was that very few people bought alcohol on the dock.

Dock workers had always been big consumers of alcohol; it was obviously unlikely that they would spontaneously observe the prohibition order now.

Before, they suspected that there should be a big bar near the dock, but they hadn't had time to investigate this matter, and Dai Er let them aim at the bars in the Starlight District and the Bay Area.

Ending a bar mainly for workers wouldn't cause much social influence, and instead would make people feel they were a bit heartless.

But ending a bar where the rich spend time and have fun could not only seize a large amount of alcohol, but also deter those rich people in the Bay Area.

Let them know that they might not be able to cover the sky with one hand in this city!

It's just that now it was delivered to the door, and it was related to Lans; Officer Lukaer felt he could touch it.

Soon a large number of reinforcements arrived at the scene; a large number of workers were asked to leave the bar, and the bartenders and others were handcuffed.

Actually, by this time, although there was a contradiction, the contradiction hadn't risen to conflict.

These people on the dock were very grateful to Lans, and they were also willing to do things they could do for Lans, but it didn't include directly confronting law enforcement agencies!

This is like an older brother who is very good to you; he will treat you to consume in his shop at cost price.

But now this older brother broke the law; you won't stand up for the older brother because you took a little advantage usually!

What you are more likely to do is say a few good words for him, that's all.

Qiangni, out of the needs of the script, suddenly pushed an agent, "You can't take them away!"

The agent immediately started to warn him, but Qiangni clearly wouldn't listen; this was his performance, he had to finish his role!

Some actors standing in the crowd started to cooperate with him; Qiangni pushed these agents, trying to rescue those club staff who were caught, but the result was that he was also pressed to the ground.

With his face pressed against the ground, he breathed in big mouthfuls, roaring angrily, just like an injured beast!

As today's hero, plus the cooperation of some actors, more people tried to rescue Qiangni, which led to the situation of friction having a trend of escalation!

Some workers who originally didn't intend to do anything also became restless; after all, humans are group animals; when group thinking starts to take effect, they often do things they can't understand themselves!

Seeing that the situation was starting to get out of control, Officer Lukaer's eyes were as firm as ever; he walked to an open space and pulled out his handgun, firing several shots into the sky.

The sound of gunfire made people sober up all of a sudden; the conflict that was about to escalate also calmed down again.

"Catch these people!", Officer Lukaer pointed to some people, "The charges are gathering to drink, assaulting the police, obstructing judicial justice..."

The workers looked at the machine gun on the armored vehicle turning its muzzle to point at them; although everyone was very angry, they didn't dare to move randomly.

The only thing they seemed to be able to do now was to greet these law enforcers themselves and their families.

For these greetings, Officer Lukaer never took them to heart; the only thing he wanted to know now was what Lans thought.

Lans wouldn't have any thoughts, and instead would thank him for his cooperation; in fact, most of the boxes piled like a mountain in the warehouse were empty bottles.

Although they were empty bottles, this could also be used as a "business" crime certificate, proving that they at least sold so much alcohol here.

This is a felony!

As for the small riots of those workers on the dock?

Actually, no one took it to heart.

But Lans knew that the anger of the workers was constantly superimposing.

After eight o'clock in the morning, Woen returned from "business trip" from another place; as soon as he entered the office, the phone rang.

After answering the phone for a while, he hurried to the dock management company's office building and entered the manager's office directly.

"You have to help us suppress this matter!", the manager leaned back in his chair; the board gave him one last chance, looking at the fact that he had done quite well over the years!

He pressed his fingers against each other, his heart full of anxiety.

Woen's expression was very serious, "This is your fault; now the workers' emotions are very unstable, I don't guarantee I can persuade them."

"And you have to have some compensation measures, for example, give them a raise or something."

The manager had a headache, "We have to take not raising wages as the benchmark to talk; I can't give them a raise every time they make trouble; if they make trouble every day, do I have to give them a raise every day?"

"Raising wages is just a last resort, do you understand what I mean?"

"First, follow the non-raise one; I can represent the company to give Qiangni some compensation, a few thousand dollars, and adjust a position for him, a management position, fifty-something dollars a month."

"This is already very good, Woen."

He lowered his voice slightly, "If you can fix this matter, I will donate another five thousand dollars next year, and the company will also thank you separately!"

Woen didn't agree immediately, but the manager was a bit impatient, "Alright, Woen, we haven't been together for the first day; what you want, say it, don't let me guess!"

After waiting for a while, he said, "You have to increase their wages at least a little, one dollar, or one dollar fifty."

"Just like they said, there hasn't been a raise for two years; as long as there is a raise, everything will be solved!"