Chapter 392: 394. Chapter 388: Another Countdown 6665

394. Chapter 388: Another Countdown 6665

"Beno?"

Lans watched Beno, who was leaning against the van smoking, and called his name several times, but he didn't respond.

He leaned out to take a look and realized that he seemed to be daydreaming.

He walked over and banged on the side of the van, which gave him a huge fright!

"Fa... what's wrong?" The cigarette in his hand slipped from his grip, and he focused his attention on preventing it from falling onto his clothes.

Two or three seconds later, after the cigarette butt sparked on the ground, he stepped on it to extinguish it.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head to look at Lans. "I was just thinking about something and didn't hear what you said."

Lans pointed behind him. "I'm loading the goods; go sign the manifest."

He looked at Beno. "If you have something on your mind, tell me. We are brothers; I will help you solve it!"

Lans felt that everyone was family, especially those around him, and he was very happy in the days he spent with them.

Whether it was working or going on missions, this was the life he had envisioned!

He did not want this life to be destroyed, especially not by those he was closest to.

If Beno or anyone else really was an undercover agent, if they told him now, he would go and beg Erwin.

He believed Erwin would surely grant him this favor. Although doing so might make some people feel it wasn't worth it, he believed it was.

These were his brothers!

They hadn't lied to him.

Beno didn't know if he could feel it, but the emotion contained in Lans's eyes—that sincerity—made him feel a bit guilty.

He turned his head and looked elsewhere. "I'm fine, everything is fine. I'll go sign the manifest."

He patted Lans on the arm, walked around him, and headed toward the back.

They were loading alcohol; this batch was to be delivered to the bars.

Signing the manifest was a requirement by Mero. He had to keep track of how much alcohol they sold every day and how much money was returned to ensure no one was messing with the company's accounts.

Actually, there were still people who messed with them and were caught and punished, but such things could not be completely stopped.

As the price of alcohol rose, there would always be people dissatisfied with their current honest income who would take risks to find ways to get some money.

The last guy they caught was a bartender who would add more crushed ice to every glass, allowing him to save two drinks from every bottle.

He would then pocket the income from the saved alcohol.

Because there was only the bartender at the bar counter, and these bars weren't very large, the drawer for money was right in front of him.

People couldn't see whether he put the money into the drawer or his own pocket.

At first, he only took twenty dollars, once every two or three days.

Later, he realized no one had noticed, so he started taking it every day, then thirty, forty, fifty dollars a day!

At his peak, he took over a hundred dollars in a single day.

The accounts matched up. Aside from customers feeling they were getting a sip less than usual and the taste being a bit watered down, they couldn't really tell much of a difference.

Until someone felt the drink wasn't right, ordered four glasses, and then quickly strained the ice out in front of everyone.

People saw about a fifth of the drink missing from the glass and became furious.

For drunks, you could curse them or even hit them, but you shouldn't shortchange their alcohol, especially when the price of alcohol was constantly rising.

He couldn't explain these reasons, and later someone mentioned that he had been spending money lavishly lately.

No matter how harmonious the Lans family was, it couldn't change the fact that it was a "family."

In front of family, the bartender couldn't lie. He confessed his actions, and Lans had him punished.

He was transferred out of the bar to go on patrol, but because of this incident, everyone's income was increased by another ten dollars.

Lans told them that if someone was pocketing money from the company's accounts, it was either because that person was too greedy, or they weren't being paid enough!

He didn't know if the fifty dollars they were paid was considered little, but he added another ten dollars. Now everyone could get at least sixty dollars a month in salary, even if they did nothing.

If they did a little work, they could actually get a lot of money.

The bartender's income wasn't low either, at two hundred dollars a month, but compared to the "quick cash" of over a hundred dollars a day, his income really wasn't high.

After this incident, everyone was very careful and followed the rules.

Including Lans and his crew, when they came to deliver goods, they had to sign multiple times to ensure there were no problems in any link. Some people felt they were more professional than those big companies!

Even though they were a family and a gang, they were doing serious work, which perhaps made many people feel a sense of contrast.

Watching Beno's departing back, Lans shook his head. He returned to the van and began moving the alcohol inside.

Beno, walking toward the warehouse, was always dazed and distracted because of Officer Lukaer's death.

Officer Lukaer was dead. That corpse with its face smashed in was discovered by an old man strolling in the park, and then he called the police.

When the police arrived, Officer Lukaer was already lying naked on the ground, with only his underwear left.

His jacket, pants, belt, shoes, and even socks had been taken by nearby homeless people.

The scene was completely destroyed, but the coroner still determined from his death that he had died from craniocerebral trauma caused by multiple blunt force strikes to the face.

It was just that the face was smashed a bit abstractly, so they couldn't immediately identify who he was—neither the police nor the coroner would stare at a corpse for half a day wondering if they had seen this person before.

There were so many cases in New Jincheng recently that they had no heart to manage these. Once someone reported a missing person case, they could compare it to find the victim's information.

As for no one reporting it?

Then that was fucking great; they would just treat it as if the case never happened!

Every year, many such cases eventually became records in some file folder in the corner of the archives, and after being sealed for a period of time, they were completely destroyed.

It was as if those people had never come to this world at all!

Officer Lukaer's wife called the police after Officer Lukaer didn't return the next day.

At first, they didn't think in this direction, but after asking everyone, no one knew where Officer Lukaer had gone, and the municipal side had handled a case of overtime parking.

It was proven that the car parked outside the park for many days overdue belonged to Officer Lukaer, and they subsequently found Officer Lukaer's corpse in the cold storage.

After identification by acquaintances, the person lying inside was indeed him.

Officer Lukaer was dead. Without a doubt, this was a revenge killing, but at this critical moment, Dai Er didn't dare to publicize it with great fanfare.

The Councilor was in this city, and they had even spoken on the phone.

If he said his subordinate was killed for revenge at this time, it would appear... that he actually didn't have much ability!

For the lords in the Assembly, you could be greedy, lecherous, and have many shortcomings, but there was one thing you must have: ability!

So Officer Lukaer's death was finally magically classified as "robbed and killed," with the reason and evidence being that everything on his body was gone.

Then the police station caught a few homeless people and threw them into prison, and the matter ended there.

But Beno knew Officer Lukaer's death wasn't that simple.

He couldn't say whether he felt a bit more relaxed now or a bit heavier.

Without Officer Lukaer, no one knew he was an undercover agent, but he wasn't sure if Officer Lukaer had left behind any documents or the like. He was very conflicted.

He walked into the warehouse, took the clipboard from the "administrator," and, at the other party's request, filled in the quantity of alcohol, his own name, and the confirmation signature for which bar it was to be delivered to.

"Hasn't this bar already been sealed?" He looked at the address and the name of the bar and asked casually.

The administrator shrugged. "Who knows?"

"Maybe it opened again!"

"Perhaps they also felt we couldn't possibly reopen at a sealed old site?"

He checked the signature, ticked a few places himself, and then said, "Alright, you're done!"

"Remember to close the iron gate when you leave!"

Beno fist-bumped him and turned to leave. Everything was very normal, calm, and there was nothing wrong.

He returned outside, and Lans had already moved everything onto the truck.

Recently, he had learned to drive. Previously, Beno always drove, and he laughed, saying that if one day Beno wasn't there, he couldn't always be unable to drive.

Learning to drive was very simple for them because there were a large number of cars in the family. As long as they wanted to learn, they could learn very quickly.

"Didn't run into any problems?" Lans looked at him. "If there's a problem, you must tell me. We'll solve it together!"

Beno shook his head and smiled. "What problems could there be?"

Seeing the other party didn't react, Lans could only temporarily push these thoughts down. The car started slowly and soon disappeared into the city.

What Beno didn't know was that this delivery note he signed was soon sent to Lans's office.

"This is the last one!" Lans put a dozen various documents together and handed them to the handwriting expert.

The handwriting expert beamed and put these documents away. "Mr. Lans, don't worry. In five days at most, I will be able to find out who wrote that note!"

There were several notes, most of which were basically written by Officer Lukaer himself, but the handwriting on one of them was significantly different from Officer Lukaer's!

Various characteristics were telling him that this person was not Officer Lukaer.

So naturally, Lans found a way to make everyone leave their handwriting reasonably, without them noticing.

Lans pulled open the drawer, took out another thousand dollars, and handed it over. "Work hard during this time; this result is very important to me!"

The expert looked at the thousand dollars, and his face bloomed like a flower!

"No problem, Mr. Lans. I guarantee that except for eating and sleeping, I will use all other time to push it forward!"

"Maybe we are very lucky, and the first one is this person?"

Lans also laughed and said, "I hope so!" ===== CHAPTER 393 =====