Chapter 378: 379. Chapter 374: What Was Lukaer Doing in the Last 2 Hours

379. Chapter 374: What Was Lukaer Doing in the Last 2 Hours

"Good work."

Lukaer patted his subordinate's shoulder, watching a large amount of wine being loaded into the warehouse.

These wines had already been counted; goods worth more than fifty thousand dollars—the harvest wasn't very large, but it wasn't very small either.

For the crackdown on smuggled wine from the Lanse family recently, this harvest was already quite a lot.

The prohibition agents all had smiles on their faces.

Perhaps at the beginning, they really did it according to what was said in the work manual; they would seize these privately brewed wines or smuggled wines, and after counting the quantity, they would publicly destroy them.

But now, quite a few agents would leave one or two bottles for themselves in this process, or even a case!

Of course, this depended on who their superior was; if it was the kind who didn't allow subordinates to do so, they would honestly follow the rules.

But if they met someone easy to talk to, such as Lukaer, they could all bring one or two bottles back.

As long as they didn't take them out for sale, and weren't caught while selling, then Lukaer would pretend not to see their little actions.

This work habit was brought over from the police station before; previously at the police station, they would also divide money, and the regular fees collected from everywhere would be uniformly calculated and then uniformly distributed.

He could also get quite a lot, about one or two hundred dollars a month.

He never thought that he shouldn't take this money; he was a criminal police officer, a relatively dangerous type of police in the police station.

People all said that patrol officers were dangerous, because when patrol officers were on duty on the front line, they didn't know if those idiots would suddenly get stressed and pull out a gun to shoot at the patrol officer.

But when criminal police went to handle cases, there was a higher probability that those people would shoot them first!

Risking one's life for forty-something dollars a month? Is the brain broken?

So this was a habit that couldn't be considered bad; at least it promoted harmony among everyone.

As long as it didn't affect the "upholding of justice," he wouldn't care too much.

Compared to the smiles on others' faces, the smile on his face was significantly less.

That cunning Lanse made him feel like he was making a big meal but missing seasoning; not being able to catch a big case was very boring.

He would always follow behind Lanse, chasing his butt; this wasn't what he wanted.

The chaos in the city during this period led to the business of bars constantly declining; if it weren't for the bad business, which was somewhat affected, maybe when he found this warehouse, there wouldn't even be fifty thousand dollars worth of wine.

At the same time, a doubt arose in the depths of his heart: had Benuo defected?

Allen was a new captain in the Lanse family who was rising very fast; he must be able to contact more family news.

Lukaer had previously revealed some intelligence to help Benuo and Allen get Lanse's attention; logically speaking, Allen and he should have been able to find out more important intelligence, so why did the intelligence given to him still have no weight?

Wine worth tens of thousands of dollars was a lot for ordinary people, but for the increasingly hot smuggled wine market and underground bars, this was just a few days' worth of goods.

What he was thinking about was whether Benuo was using these "worthless" intelligence to hang him.

He decided that the next time he contacted Benuo, he would probe.

If Benuo had defected, then he would make Benuo regret everything he had done.

If the other party hadn't defected, then he would continue to keep secrets for Benuo.

On the top page of the notepad on the table, he wrote the letter "B" with a pen, as well as two question marks.

After looking at it for a while, he tore off this page of the notepad, tore it to pieces, and threw it into the trash can.

He organized the report, reviewed it twice to confirm there were no problems, and took the report to Chief Dai Er's office.

Dai Er was on the phone; he signaled Lukaer to wait a moment.

"... Hmm, good, I know. I definitely won't mess things up, don't worry."

"Good... just like that, I have other things here, I'll call you back when there's news."

Chief Dai Er hung up the phone; his hands brushed back from his hairline, pressing tightly against his scalp. The feeling brought by the palm pressing the scalp made his pressure slightly reduced.

The failure of the mayor's plan made him somewhat passive now; if the mayor couldn't hold on and gave up, then his days as the former "resistance pioneer" in New Jincheng would be very bad.

Although it was said on the surface that the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration was a vertical department and didn't receive management from the local government, it was also nonsense to say that it didn't care about the local government's attitude at all.

After all, all agents had to live in this city, work here, live here, and deal with the people and things here; they couldn't truly be completely independent.

He also had a severe headache.

The messy things in his mind were temporarily pressed down by him; he looked up at Lukaer, "What's the matter?"

Lukaer handed over the report; he flipped through it casually. He was in no mood to look at this now; after roughly understanding the cause, process, and result of the matter, he signed his name on the last page of the document.

This was a report applying for a reward; according to the regulations of the Hazardous Materials Administration, for any report worth more than ten thousand dollars, as long as it was successful, one could get a 25% "commission" from the case value.

He was worried that Benuo had defected under Lanse's gold bullet offensive, so he saved the rewards generated by the several pieces of news provided by Benuo.

He told Benuo that this money would be handed to him after his undercover career ended.

Clean money, no need to be afraid of using it, and the amount was not small.

Like this time, he had an income of more than thirteen thousand dollars; accumulating it a few times was also an astonishing number!

Chief Dai Er, who had signed his name, gave the application report to Lukaer and kept the case file.

"Good work, Lukaer; regarding your work, I simply can't pick any faults!"

After saying these words, the two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, until Chief Dai Er revealed an expression of "What the hell are you still doing here," and Lukaer stood up, "I'm going back to work."

Chief Dai Er nodded; just as Lukaer was about to leave the room, he suddenly shouted, "Lukaer..."

Lukaer looked back at him suspiciously; he revealed a smile, "You did very well, keep it up; you are very important to us!"

This sentence... clearly sounded more like a politician's speech. Lukaer smiled, simply gave a very casual salute, and closed the door.

In the past, Chief Dai Er would ask about some details after getting the report and constantly praise him; this time he didn't. He guessed it might be related to the recent situation, but these didn't have much to do with him.

He had just returned to his office and sat down when the secretary reminded him, "Your wife just called you; you'd better call her back."

"Thanks!", Lukaer thanked him and picked up the phone, dialed the home number, and the phone was quickly answered.

"Is there any action tonight?", his wife asked.

Lukaer lit a cigarette, "No, what's the matter?"

"Come back early; I've prepared rich dishes, and there is an important thing to tell you tonight."

"Hoo...", he exhaled a puff of smoke, hesitated for a few seconds, "Good, I'll come back early."

I don't know why, but it should have been something that made him feel happy, but it didn't make him feel any excitement.

Evil was sanctioned; why was he even more irritable?

The documents and reports on the desktop suddenly made him feel an indescribable irritability; now he needed to rest, not continue to work under pressure.

He told the secretary, "I'm going out for a while; if anyone looks for me, but it's not very urgent, record their names and let them call tomorrow morning."

The secretary recorded it, "What if they are very anxious?"

Lukaer shook his head slightly, "Call my home phone in the evening."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back; he needed to go out to relax.

He first went to the finance office, put the money approved by the chief into his bag—a total of seven stacks; even he had a moment of heart-beating.

But compared to catching Lanse and bringing him what he wanted, as well as the possible economic benefits, he could still persist with these things.

Just as the car went out from the Hazardous Materials Administration, he saw someone following him.

These people were Lanse's people; he knew them, following openly... no, it couldn't be called following anymore, it should be called surveillance!

At first, he would try to find ways to shake off these people, or let people find trouble for them, but it was of no practical use, so he didn't care.

He didn't have any evidence to prove that these people were following and monitoring him, rather than just happening to walk on the same road and having the same choice.

As a law enforcement worker, he sometimes felt that the Federation's laws were very shitty.

He first went to the bank to deposit money; the female bank teller had been winking at him. As long as he nodded, they could have dinner together in the evening, and after watching a movie, find a hotel to rest. But he promised his wife to go back early.

At this time, there was still a considerable amount of time before dinner; he drove to the side of a nearby park, parked the car, bought something to eat, and walked into the park alone.

He needed to think seriously—think about himself, think about work, think about the future.

The hot dog was delicious; yellow mustard added more flavor and possibilities. He was like an ordinary person, sitting on a bench, eating while looking like he was in a daze.

His mind was thinking about some things boundlessly; one moment it was this, another moment it was that.

In fact, he had also been thinking about these problems recently; did staring at Lanse have any practical significance? His reason told him that there was actually no need for this.

There were still many evils in this city, but his sensibility kept telling him that he had been played!

Lukaer was actually a proud person, because he was very excellent.

He was very excellent, so he got some things that others didn't get.

The chief's favor, progress in his career.

His excellence and pride didn't allow him to be played by a criminal without retaliating, even if he knew he shouldn't be so willful, but he couldn't do it.

If people could be 100% rational, this world would have perished long ago.

He didn't know how long he stayed here; the sky gradually darkened, and the hot dog in his hand had long been eaten.

The oil paper used to wrap the hot dog was left by the trash can in the distance; it looked like he hadn't thrown it in like a god pitcher just now.

Many times people were like this; they would pick up the waste paper that needed to be thrown away, hold it into a ball, and shoot it at the trash can like a basketball.

If they could throw it in, they would have a good mood.

Just at this time, two young people walked over; they wore sailing team baseball caps and sailing team uniforms, one of whom was holding a baseball glove and a baseball in his hand.

The other person was holding a sailing team bat; it looked like a metal bat. They were both baseball lovers.

In fact, until now, baseball games in the Federation were still dominated by wooden bats, but many folk lovers would use metal bats.

After all, metal bats were more durable; although the price of the bat wasn't high, it was ultimately a consumable.

The sailing team's results last year were good; the better a team's results, the more people supported it, and the more people liked this sport.

The Federal Government promoted and encouraged baseball, so almost most parks would have places to play baseball.

Looking at the young people who seemed carefree, a trace of envy and jealousy flashed in Lukaer's eyes; he had also been so carefree.

The two walked while passing the ball; I don't know who lost their hand, but the baseball suddenly rolled under the bench where Lukaer was sitting.

The two young people looked at him with a trace of shyness; he felt it was a shy smile, and his mood was slightly better. On a whim, he wanted to throw away his worries and this baseball together!

"I'll do it!", he bent down; the ball was deep in the seat, and he had to bend lower to see it.

When his hand passed through his legs to a deep place under the seat and fished for a long time before fishing it out, his whole face was flushed red.

Just as he was about to straighten his waist, he saw four legs not far in front of him.

The brand-new baseball sneakers didn't look like they had been galloping on the turf at all; everyone knew that the shoes of people playing baseball couldn't be clean.

He even saw the label that hadn't been removed was still behind the shoe; these shoes were newly bought, even just now!

Then there were clean white elastic long socks, no dust, snow-white and clean.

Perhaps it was such a close observation that made him discover these wrong places; these two people didn't look like they had just finished playing baseball at all.

Suddenly, a thought that made his cold sweat stand up appeared in his mind; he held the snow-white baseball in his hand, didn't fully straighten his waist, looked up at the two people, "I am..."

With a "dong" sound, the sound of a metal bat hitting a head came out, and his whole body was hit and fell to the side.

He fell heavily to the ground, because his head was hit, and he had completely lost his balance.

I don't know if it was because of nervousness or because of some other reason, his hands tightly gripped the baseball, and he supported the bench surface with his hands and feet, wanting to climb up.

The young man wearing the baseball glove squatted in front of him, looking at him.

Lukaer, whose eyes were already somewhat stiff, also looked at the other party.

"Mr. Lanse asked me to tell you, he doesn't kill you, not because he doesn't dare, but because he doesn't want to."

"But you dug your own grave, Lukaer."

The more excited Lukaer was, the tighter he gripped the baseball in his hand; he wanted to say something, but I don't know why he just couldn't say it.

As if his head was hit once, it made him lose the ability to speak; his whole face was flushed red, and just when he felt he was about to "suffocate," suddenly a crisp "dong" sound came to his ears again.

His gaze stayed on the face of this young man in front of him; his face and hat were splashed with some fresh blood.

Unable to support his body anymore, he completely collapsed in front of the bench.

But immediately after, it was the second time.

And the third time.

Some people in the distance saw what happened here and hurriedly left.

In the park, by the bench, only a middle-aged man lying on the ground and two young men standing in front of him remained.

As the bat fell again and again, Lukaer's body twitched violently after making a "pa" sound of hitting water.

After about thirty or forty seconds, the young man waving the bat panted heavily, "That's about it."

The other young man began to search his body, took out everything on him, and put it in a kraft paper bag.

He searched very carefully, even the lighter and cigarette case were put in.

After searching these, he glanced at the baseball Lukaer was gripping in his hand, pulled it hard, but it didn't come out!

His five fingers had already pressed the surface of the sphere into a depression; he tried to pry open his fingers, but didn't do it!

"Shit!", he was a bit angry; this ball cost him fifteen cents!

His companion pushed him, "Forget it, it's just a baseball!"

That young man stood up, the two looked around, and ran quickly toward the depths of the park, leaving only a person whose face was smashed to pieces and could not be distinguished lying in place.

Fresh blood started to erode from his face and the back of his head toward the surroundings, just like a flower slowly blooming!

At this time, Lukaer's wife was humming a cheerful little tune while cooking dinner; she bought a lot of ingredients and carefully prepared a rich dinner.

She had a surprise for Lukaer; she was pregnant!

She was going to be a mother, and Lukaer was also going to be a father; they would welcome a new life and form a complete family.

Thinking of this, he was very much looking forward to the expression on Lukaer's face when he heard these good news.

He would definitely be very surprised, then very happy, and finally hug her and lift her up to spin in the air!

Thinking of the happy smile on her face, what could be happier than a happy family welcoming a little life?

Chief Charlie sat in the office smoking, looking at the sunset gradually appearing outside the window with a worried face; his mind was full of the terrible situation he had to face now and in the future.

The glow of the sunset also shone on Benuo's face through the window; he sat on the chair looking in the direction of the city center. I don't know why, but he felt that today's sunset was exceptionally red and exceptionally bright.

The door of Lanse's office suddenly opened, Allen walked out from inside, and the three people sitting at the door suddenly stood up.

Benuo threw the cigarette on the floor and ground it with his foot, "Done?"

Allen nodded, a smile appearing on his face, "Finished."

Benuo asked, "Do we have new work?"

Allen smiled, "Yes, new work..." ===== CHAPTER 379 =====