Chapter 439: 441. Chapter 435: Dream Crystal 66612

441. Chapter 435: Dream Crystal 66612

Branch Chief Bulu was narrating a very simple truth, which is also a very real and very cruel truth—

If you live in the sewer, don't try to find the truth.

Because hope is more important than truth!

Hope can let many people support their broken bodies and live on in this dirty world.

But the truth often destroys people's belief in living.

The truth is not cruel; it is just real, but reality is cruel.

When the child that parents have been desperately looking for lies in the morgue, and they use inferior needles and thread to piece her together, is this the truth they want?

Even more so, they won't be punished for doing such excessive things just because they are high above!

Perhaps at that moment, what they want is that all this hadn't happened, and then lying on the bed at night, they could still see that happy, loving girl in their dreams.

See her living in some place they hadn't been to, living happily.

Instead of appearing before them in this form.

From Branch Chief Bulu's perspective, it is indeed not very cost-effective to offend a group of Bay Area dignitaries for a refugee girl.

Lanse shook his head, "It's not like that, Bulu."

"If someone says to you 'this is unfair,' but you feel there is nothing unfair about it, then you have become their accomplice."

"You can ignore it, not ask, watch them slide into the abyss at one end of the tilted balance, and do nothing."

"When one day, you also have to face the same thing, will you hope that someone can lend you a helping hand?"

"Just like this father who is crying loudly on his knees before me right now; he might have never knelt before anyone in his life, but now, he knelt."

"He only wants justice, fairness, and a truth!"

"God can't give it to him, but I will give it to him; what he wants—justice, fairness, and a fucking truth!"

Lanse hammered the table hard; Branch Chief Bulu on the other end of the phone heard the anger in Lanse's words, and his breathing was also exceptionally clear.

Branch Chief Bulu knew that Lanse was angry.

Lanse took continuous deep breaths to calm his breath, and his tone became calm again.

"Or, do you want to be their accomplice?"

A chill crawled up along his butt crack; he suddenly felt very cold, and his hair stood on end.

He felt it might be that he was old, and just one time made him feel cold, unlike when he was young, when he was full of heat several times.

But the alarm bell that was constantly ringing told him that this was killing intent!

The intense killing intent that drifted over the phone line and wanted to devour people!

He had a sense of crisis that he was going to be suffocated while breathing air!

So he revealed some things he knew very submissively, "I know a group of people who specifically pick prey for them."

"Tell me their names.", Lanse's voice didn't have much fluctuation, but Branch Chief Bulu knew that those people had caused big trouble!

"Dream Crystal Agency, a company that signs female models, in the Starlight District; their main work is to find print models, and at the same time, they also search

"Lans, I am not stopping you; I just hope you..."

Snap!

The phone was hung up. Chief Bulu looked at the receiver in his hand, his mind blank for a moment, or perhaps in a state of chaos.

He then dialed Alberto's number. He was not very familiar with the Starlight District and did not want to arrange a large number of men to investigate; he needed someone who knew the area.

Alberto was currently discussing with Francisco how to distribute the portion of the assets left behind by the Casia family; certainly, a part had to remain in their own hands.

But another part had to be distributed; now was the time for Francisco to gain support and prestige.

The more it was a time like this, the less one could be excessively greedy. He had to display the tolerance, magnanimity, and forgetfulness that a ruler should have.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Sir?"

While joking with Lans in the tone of a waiter, he gave Francisco a "wait a moment" look.

Soon his expression became serious. He could hear that Lans's mood was terrible.

"I seem to have heard of it. Wait for me a moment."

He did not hang up the phone and looked at Francisco, "He has some business and needs to inquire about a location."

He walked outside the door and knocked on the room door. Several people in the distance looked over toward this side, "Go ask if anyone knows where the Dream Crystal Agency is located."

Several people immediately walked toward the outside. He returned to the office, picked up the phone, and asked Lans what had happened, "Your mood tells me that your current situation is a bit off."

Lans had just lost his temper, so he was more or less a bit different; people are always controlled by their emotions.

If a person could ignore all emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—and not take them to heart, that is not a person; that is a Bodhisattva in a temple, a god.

He recounted what had happened. Alberto sighed; he had also heard these rumors, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

This matter was very complex; it was possible, or rather, it would certainly implicate the powerful and influential people in the Bay Area.

Alberto had been kind to him, and he would not drag Alberto into the water, "No, it is not needed. I can solve it myself. When I cannot handle it, I will contact you again."

"Rest assured, I just want to find the person and bring her back."

Alberto gave a few words of caution, "In any case, as long as you need me, just let me know."

"I will have our people help look for her as well; perhaps the situation is not that bad..."

Soon Fudi returned at a trot and brought an address. Alberto told Lans the address, and then Lans hung up the phone.

"What happened to him?" Francisco asked from the side. Fudi also stood with his hands on his hips looking at him, seemingly wanting to know these things.

Looking at Francisco for a good while, he finally decided to speak of these matters. Letting this youth know how dark the world is in advance might be a bit cruel for him now, but for his growth, the benefits outweighed the disadvantages.

After Francisco heard these things, his hair almost stood on end!

"These people really deserve to die; we cannot do nothing!"

Alberto nodded and said, "We must not rashly join in; this might destroy Lans's plan. We can provide him with some other help."

He looked at Fudi, "Prepare some vehicles and find two reliable gunmen to help him attract some of the firepower when necessary."

"By the way, find a boat, just in case he might need to go on a trip or something in the end."

Francisco could not help but frown and ask, "Will the situation be that bad?"

Alberto was also at a loss, "I do not know."

He truly did not know. The Bay Area had always been the true master of this city; they controlled the vast majority of the enterprises here and had very good friendships with the three major parties of Likai State and the people in the state government.

This is what is most terrifying about capital: they can use money to silently collude and form a network of interests, trapping everyone.

But it is also possible that everything will go smoothly. He did not know and could only take it one step at a time.

After Lans obtained the address, he recorded it on a card. He directly called Hiram and Laun, letting them take men and weapons to directly lock onto the destination.

From the Imperial District to the Starlight District, one must take Highway 9 via the expressway. Here, the entire city seemed to be divided into two parts.

On one side is an increasingly prosperous metropolis, and on the other is a poor and backward slum. In truth, life is indeed unfair.

Some people are born at the finish line, while some are born without even the qualifications to get on the track.

This world has never been fair.

He also did not know if he was truly qualified to give others the justice and fairness they wanted.

But he would strive to do so, when he knew of these things and someone needed him.

The motorcade merged into the traffic, just like a stream merging into the ocean, disappearing from sight.

At this time, in the studio of the Bay Area Dream Crystal Agency, some photographers were sorting through photos.

Their job was to find those girls with excellent conditions in this city and the surrounding cities.

Many girls actually have pink, beautiful, sweet, or other, but good, dreams.

They want a better life and do not mind trying, or rather, some girls do not know how to refuse.

They often start by proposing, "Can I take a photo of you?" to obtain these girls' information.

They also provide print models for many media outlets, and even provide nude portraits for "Tide News."

There are always girls who want to make quick money. Shooting a set of portraits for "Tide News" can get them ten or twenty dollars, which is equivalent to half a month's income for an ordinary worker.

But for them, this is only a few hours' income.

Recently, as sound films began to shine brilliantly, the company boss believed that some signed female models could be sent to film movies. The value of a movie star is much greater than that of a print model or a "Tide News" girl.

Of course, besides this work, they also provide photo albums for the powerful and influential people in the Bay Area.

Then they inquire about the price based on the girls in the album, place an order, and finally receive the goods.

For the "talent scouts" here, this is a very wonderful job: easy, high income, and there are free girls to sleep with.

Those girls who fantasize about becoming stars do not mind sleeping with them at night to gain more opportunities for exposure.

Some talent scouts feel that this is simply the happiest job in the world; even if they were not paid, they would be willing to pay to come to work!

Several talent scouts were flipping through the photos that had just been developed; these were all to be sent to "Tide News." They kept commenting on these girls' figures, or someone would talk about these girls' performance in bed. The laughter, one after another, was as base as it could be.

Yet they did not know that a big trouble had already arrived downstairs!