Chapter 511: Insincere

"This is the Jincheng City Police Department Command Radio. Repeating, this is the Jincheng City Police Department Command Radio. Now notifying the following situation."

"Ten minutes ago, the 'Kodak Club' located in the Starlight District was robbed. The robbers were all wearing masks; facial features cannot be provided."

"They are uniformly dressed in gray, similar to factory work uniforms, and are moving from east to west along... Road. Please have all patrol vehicles in the city mobilize immediately to search for information regarding the robbers."

"The robbers' convoy consists of five vehicles, among which..."

Two patrol officers in the city center were eating hot dogs and fries while listening to the dispatch information on the radio.

For Jincheng, there are only four places that require night patrols.

The city center, the Pulixiya District, the Starlight District, and the Bay Area.

The city center has a large number of high-end shops and office buildings; many company offices are located here.

As for the other three districts, they also have their own reasons for needing stable public order.

To ensure the security of these four districts, the City Police Department publicly claims that police cars patrol twenty-four hours a day without interruption.

Of course, this is just a statement the police department releases to the public; in reality, there aren't really police cars patrolling twenty-four hours a day, as is evident right now.

The officers responsible for the patrol bought a large bag of food from a late-night fast-food restaurant, then found a spacious alley to park the police car in, hiding it in the darkness.

Then they would chat while enjoying their late-night snack.

If they were fast enough, after finishing their snack, they would even choose to sleep for a while—just for a while!

After all, they still had to patrol.

This situation is very common and widespread; no one blames the officers for not working hard enough, as their legal income is only about forty dollars.

No one would risk their life for forty dollars, and no one would stay awake all night for forty dollars.

Both officers were slightly chubby; the night shift lifestyle is very nourishing. The two of them couldn't help but discuss the broadcast on the police radio.

"I remember the Kodak Club is an industry of the Kodak family. Is there actually someone who dares to rob their casino?"

"It sounds like something that would only happen in the last century!"

The driver officer ate the bread on the sides of the hot dog in small bites. He had a habit: he liked to eat the parts he didn't like first, leaving the part he liked best for last.

The bread part was what he liked the least, but the hot dog sausage—he loved that thing to death!

The officer sitting in the passenger seat curled his lip, "It must be the Lansi family."

His partner turned his head to look at him, "Why do you say that?"

The passenger officer shrugged, "Everyone says so; they have a feud!"

The driver officer didn't quite agree with this view, "The five great families have already become the four great families. Maybe it was their own people who did it. The Lansi family has risen very quickly, but haven't you noticed?"

"They don't just go around looking for trouble!"

He had already bitten away most of the bread around the sausage, leaving only the sausage and the thick sauce on it!

Next was the moment he was looking forward to most!

He would stuff the entire sausage into his mouth, fill his oral cavity, and then chew hard!

This way, with every chew, he could feel the wonderful tactile sensation of the sausage being cut and squeezed in his mouth, while the meat juices and sauce mixed together—delicious enough to make one forget all troubles!

Just as he was about to put the sausage into his mouth, his movements suddenly stopped because he saw a convoy consisting of five vehicles, similar to the situation described on the radio, passing quickly along the road in front of them.

The hot dog sausage he loved so much accidentally rolled onto his crotch. He reacted with a start, his hand already pressing on the siren's control switch.

But at the same time, his partner's hand also pressed onto his, and then he slowly shook his head.

In the darkness, the two looked at each other; the faint light allowed them to see each other's eyes.

Confusion, refusal, warning, understanding, relief, composure...

These complex emotions didn't need any description lacking in language to be expressed.

The officer in the passenger seat let go, "Your hot dog sausage fell."

The officer in the driver's seat also took his hand off the siren switch. He looked down at the hot dog sausage on his crotch; he had once fantasized about it—it was just as thick, just as big, just as long.

He was silent for a while, then picked it up, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed hard.

"We didn't do anything wrong; we just didn't want to cause trouble!"

Next was silence, with only the sound of chewing.

After about two minutes, the driver officer swallowed all the food in his mouth and said softly, "Sorry, I almost... harmed us."

Two patrol officers carrying only defensive revolver police pistols, facing the fierce robbers who dared to rob the Kodak family...

Perhaps the moment the siren was sounded, their lives would have entered a countdown!

Although the officer in the driver's seat had a moment where he was activated by a sense of justice and wanted to chase after them, fortunately, his partner saved him and also saved each other's families.

His partner patted his shoulder and then shared his onion rings, "It's okay, we are partners!"

"Come, try my honey mustard onion rings."

The two of them were soon immersed in the delicious food, seemingly having forgotten that just a short while ago, the wanted convoy had passed right in front of their eyes so brazenly!

This kind of thing actually hasn't happened just once. Those who are required by the police department to work as patrol officers in the middle of the night are basically the marginal characters of each branch.

They often do the most tiring and dirtiest work, yet they receive income that isn't very high.

Some people might have a sense of justice, but in the face of death, a sense of justice doesn't necessarily hold up.

The convoy returned to the Imperial District without incident. After Lansi and the others got out of the car, they transferred the stolen money and gold bricks, then had people destroy these vehicles.

The five drivers drove the cars directly toward Angel Lake; there is no place more suitable than Angel Lake to destroy evidence and make things disappear.

No one is willing to touch Angel Lake because no one can be sure whether what they fish up will be the criminal evidence they want to find, or one oil drum after another that has become a big problem!

After hiding the money and gold bricks, Lansi and the others returned to the villa.

Twenty-some minutes later, a large number of police cars surrounded Lansi's villa. Hunter directly mobilized the police under his command, rather than those from the Imperial District.

The candidate for the branch chief of the Imperial branch had already been determined, but this branch chief had never taken office.

This branch and the Port branch had been completely gripped in Lansi's hands; changing the branch chief simply couldn't snatch them back from Lansi's hands, so the new chiefs of these two branches hadn't taken office at all, but were waiting.

Waiting for Lansi to be caught and sentenced.

Waiting for the Lansi family to be wiped out in one fell swoop, so they could properly obtain the things they wanted.

Hunter knew that if he mobilized the police from these two branches, their first action would be to call Lansi to tip him off, so this time he used his own people.

A large number of police surrounded Lansi's villa; these people not only carried pistols but also quite a few rifles.

They were terrified that if Lansi opened fire, they would suffer a huge loss just carrying pistols!

Actually, for Hunter and the officers here, the best situation right now was that Lansi wasn't here!

If he wasn't here, it would make his suspicion even greater, and they could gain more opportunities and reasons to investigate him.

Chief Hunter stood by his exclusive police car, held a megaphone, and shouted, "People inside, listen up. We are federal police. Now we need you to cooperate with us in investigating a robbery case..."

Soon, all the lights in the villa turned on, and immediately after, Lansi's voice came through the wired intercom at the villa entrance—

"If you can't give me an explanation, you're going to be in big trouble."

Hunter let out a sigh of relief; being able to communicate at least meant the conflict wouldn't intensify rapidly and advance to a point where it couldn't be cleaned up.

"Where were you just now?"

Lansi's voice, carrying a hint of fatigue, came through the intercom speaker, "I was obviously in my bed, goddamn it. Where else did you think I was?"

Hunter was choked by this sentence. Actually, before he came, he knew that coming this time was meaningless because they had no evidence.

If Lansi were a small character, then framing him would be just framing him.

He had done similar things for the masters in the Bay Area before—framing people.

He used chemical agents to drug a fool who had a firm stance, then faked a murder scene, which both solved the problem of framing and cleaned up a corpse that came out of the Bay Area.

Then that unlucky guy couldn't argue; all the evidence pointed to him killing a girl out of greed for money and lust.

Although some evidence was very forced, it was pushed by someone after all. He talked to the framed person alone.

The other party confessed; he could ask the judge for a lighter sentence, and he would be out in five or six years.

If the guy being framed insisted that he was innocent, then he would very likely be hanged.

In the end, he signed the confession and was sent in for twenty years.

Pleading for mercy?

Sentence reduction?

No, such a heinous case wouldn't be enough to appease public anger without a heavy sentence!

Eventually, that person died in a brawl in prison; people soon forgot him and forgot that case...

The reason he was able to do this was that that person was just a middle-class person, a commoner in front of the Bay Area.

He had no capital to resist, but Lansi was different; he could resist, and the power of his resistance would be very strong.

So framing and such were useless. As long as there was no evidence, even if they caught him and took him to the police station, he would soon be released again!

However, this didn't have much to do with him. Bandi's meaning was to make him get Lansi to the police station for twenty-four hours, or a little longer.

In a trance, he came back to his senses and looked at Lansi, "Someone said they saw you outside, driving a modified vehicle and robbing the Kodak Club's vault."

Lansi's impatient voice came through the intercom, "Go talk to my lawyer, goddamn it!"

Hunter didn't care, "We need to take you back for an investigation."

"Wait for my lawyer to come!", Lansi ended the call directly. Hunter glanced at the people in the villa who were vaguely holding weapons and finally chose to give up on breaking in.

The Territory Law began to be implemented in the Federation two centuries ago. Its core content is that if someone forces their way into your private territory without your consent.

Then, in order to protect your personal safety and property safety, you have the legal right to use weapons to expel or kill the intruder, and you don't need to be held responsible for it.

The passage of this act had to do with the social environment at the time.

Escaped slaves, slave-catching teams, wanted criminals, thieves, robbers, bandits...

There were too many bad people!

So the Federation passed this act, making the cost of intrusion very high, which played a very important role in maintaining social order at the time.

It has been applied until now; Licalai State is a region that supports this act.

According to some past cases, before there are legal permission documents like search warrants or arrest warrants, even the police cannot invade private territory; otherwise, they might also face a counterattack.

If it were an ordinary person, Hunter could guarantee they absolutely wouldn't dare to open fire, because ordinary people couldn't afford the consequences of opening fire, even if the law allowed them to do so.

But the guy in front of him was Lansi and a member of the Lansi family. He had a premonition that as long as he brought people in, many gun barrels would stick out from many places and shoot him into a hornet's nest.

And then in the first half of this year, people would discuss whether the "Territory Law" was appropriate.

They stayed at the entrance for more than ten minutes before Lawyer Luo Ben drove over.

The moment he saw Lawyer Luo Ben, Hunter knew that what followed would be the haggling segment.

Lawyer Luo Ben entered the villa and saw Lansi, who had already changed his clothes, "Mr. Lansi, may I know what happened?"

Lansi told him. After listening to Lansi's narration, Lawyer Luo Ben was silent.

He knew Lansi was bold, and he also knew his ability... was very strong, but he didn't expect this case to be so big.

Although Lansi claimed that these things had nothing to do with him and that he had been sleeping in the villa the whole time, Lawyer Luo Ben's talent and instinct told him that this thing was goddamn done by Lansi.

However, as a lawyer, what he needed now was to clear Lansi of suspicion, for the sake of money and for the sake of connections.

He had already heard that the case behind Lansi in New Jincheng had already involved high-level officials in the Department of Justice, and his connections in the Department of Justice had specifically asked him about the situation here.

The better Lansi develops, the greater the benefit for him. He would only support it and would not refuse.

After thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice, "No matter who asks you, you must say it like this, and memorize it backward and forward."

"They are very likely to use some strategies to ask you questions repeatedly, adjusting the order, when you are tired."

"Once you answer wrong, it may bring about disastrous consequences!"

When a person is tired and repeats an answer to a certain question too many times, it is possible to let something slip. This is like you constantly telling yourself "1+1=3".

When you are highly exhausted both physically and mentally, some people keep asking you various math problems, and they are all math problems you are familiar with and are correct.

For example, "1+2=3" and the like. They might, when your consciousness has begun to be controlled by your subconscious, suddenly ask the question "1+1=?".

If you don't react in time, it is very likely that you will blurt out the answer.

Lansi glanced at Lawyer Luo Ben, "I think you have something in your words."

Lawyer Luo Ben smiled, "Just a well-intentioned reminder!"

Soon after they discussed how to deal with it, Lansi and Lawyer Luo Ben went together in Lansi's car to the City Police Department.

Being summoned is in line with federal judicial procedures. As long as someone insists that the person who robbed is Lansi, then the judiciary supports Lansi being summoned and interrogated.

Hiding and refusing to be summoned is meaningless; in the Federation, judicial procedure is the most important core.

For safety, Lansi rode in a bulletproof car, and many people accompanied him.

This was Lansi's first time coming to the City Police Department. It looked more solemn and dignified than other branches.

The huge police badge and the "Jincheng City Police Department" sign gave people a feeling of inexplicably becoming serious, and at the same time, there would be a slight sense of tension.

Lansi and Lawyer Luo Ben were invited to the interrogation room. Several police officers came together and began to ask Lansi various questions.

Lawyer Luo Ben's job was to find loopholes in these questions. After the police finished asking, he would analyze the questions and then tell Lansi whether he could answer or could not answer, to avoid potential interrogation traps.

Hunter and Chali were both in another room observing the situation here. Hunter, as a semi-interrogation expert, had no hope for the current situation.

"If you don't get that lawyer away, you will never be able to ask the answers we want."

Chali stood to the side just watching quietly, "If you can't ask, you can't ask. Do you expect to make him confess at the police station?"

As he spoke, he shook his head, "Anyone might confess, but Lansi absolutely cannot confess!"

While they were talking, an officer knocked on the door. After Hunter said "Come in," the two turned to look at the officer at the door.

The officer appeared a bit... uneasy, or some other emotion. He licked his lips, "A lot of people have come outside."

Chali frowned, "Are they reporters?"

"Don't let them in, and have someone watch to see if any of our people are in contact with reporters. Some news is best not released first..."

The officer interrupted him, "Chali... sir, it's not like that. The ones who came are people from the Lansi family."

"There are a lot of them; they have already surrounded the entrance of the police station."

Chali and Hunter looked at each other and immediately went to a place where they could see the road outside.

Then they gasped.

Outside, there were at least dozens of cars parked, completely blocking the road at the entrance of the police station. Countless people stood in front of the headlights, giving people a very oppressive feeling! ===== CHAPTER 512 =====