Chapter 519

In the morning, after Hunter finished arranging his general work for the day, he left the police station with a file bag. While driving, he pondered a question.

Does Lansi really not leave any evidence behind every time he does something?

He does not think so.

Lansi is not a god, and even if he were, he would still leave evidence; it is just that they have not discovered it yet.

When studying at the police academy, the professor responsible for solving cases also discussed this issue: there is no such thing as a perfect crime in this world.

As long as there is a criminal act, clues will definitely be left behind. What the police must do is find that key piece of evidence among the many traces.

In the process of discussing the bombing case yesterday, he discovered a clue that was not very noticeable.

He did not discover it at first either. After going home, taking a shower, and preparing to have a drink before sleeping, he looked at the wine glass in his hand and the wine bottle on the table and suddenly realized something—

Those broken wine bottles scattered in the wasteland around the farm!

Yes, broken wine bottles, Golden Lion brand wine bottles.

What kind of clue are these wine bottles?

Some might ask. Hunter did not figure it out at first either; he just subconsciously felt that this was a clue.

He spent a considerable amount of time finally understanding where he thought something was wrong.

If the winery is Lansi's, then if he exports these Golden Lion brand alcoholic beverages on a large scale, he needs to manufacture the bottles!

As long as he can link him to these bottles, it is equivalent to grabbing his tail.

And having grabbed this little tail, it is possible to persuade a judge to believe that Lansi not only made the wine bottles but also produced the wine and sold it externally.

If he did not sell them externally, then where did so many bottles and the things inside them go?

Having figured out this connection, Hunter was quite excited and drank several glasses before stabilizing his emotions.

He planned to handle this matter when he went to work today, but this time he did not tell anyone.

Webber's death served as a reminder to him: Lansi's infiltration of the police system is terrifying. Two branch stations have already openly resisted his orders as director, so in other branch stations, including his own headquarters, are there also people who have turned to Lansi?

He does not know, and he is unwilling to guess, because once he guesses, he will definitely not be able to sleep.

He drove out of the police station without telling anyone. It seems that at this critical moment, a police chief leaving the police station is an irresponsible act.

But in reality, for the police of their faction at present, what is currently being implemented is actually a "dual-director system," which is Director Hunter and Director Chali.

And Director Chali's status is clearly higher than Director Hunter's. If they cannot find Hunter, they will naturally and automatically call to contact Chali, the former director.

There is a high probability they can contact Chali, so Hunter leaving for a little while, for an afternoon, will not be any problem at all.

So this time he did not tell anyone, intending to go out and investigate personally. After investigating clearly and obtaining the key evidence, he could directly launch an arrest of Lansi!

As a former team leader of the Criminal Investigation Division, he has experience in independent case handling, so he is not worried, nor is he afraid.

The glass factories of Jincheng are all in the industrial zone because they require burning, and burning produces some smoke. If you set up a glass factory near a place where people live, you will be complained about.

Therefore, most factories are concentrated in the industrial zone at the far west of the city. The supporting facilities here are also very complete, the site prices are cheap, and the worker costs are not expensive, making it very suitable for starting a business.

He arrived at what people call "Glass Street." Both sides of this street are filled with glass factories of all sizes, and almost all the chimneys of the glass factories are emitting smoke.

As the population of Jincheng continues to increase, the demand for glassware is also increasing.

After Hunter parked his car, he began to walk.

The car's target is too large, and he is worried about being noticed by curious people.

He arrived at the first glass factory. The workers inside were working. The manager saw Hunter walking over and immediately smiled and greeted him, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Hunter also smiled, "Can you produce bottles?"

The manager smiled and said, "Of course, every factory here can do it. Can you tell me what you need these bottles for, and whether they have any requirements for their shape?"

Hunter shook his head, "There are no special requirements. I plan to use them to hold some... liquid beverages, but I need them to be very safe because those beverages are very special."

The manager understood when he said this. They actually help people make wine bottles in private because there are quite a few family workshops that are also brewing various beverages containing alcohol.

They need containers to hold these things. Although these businesses may not be large, making a lot at once can also allow them to be sold off slowly.

But he would not show it, "Are you talking about carbonated beverages?"

"You can take a look at these...", he took out some pre-made wine bottles, which were no different from those beverage bottles.

Then buy a capping machine, cover it with tin, and press it hard, and a sealed wine bottle appears, but this is clearly not what Hunter wants.

He shook his head and took out a drawing of a wine bottle he had drawn himself; the craftsmanship was slightly more complex.

The manager just took one look and shook his head, "Sorry, we don't do this."

The wine bottles he provides can also be said to be soda bottles. If they were really implicated and taken to court, they could completely find an excuse to say that the other party came to ask for soda bottles, and what he sold was also soda bottles.

As for what the buyer did with the soda bottles, it has nothing to do with them.

But if they directly sold this kind of bottle that is clearly a wine bottle, they would definitely have to bear joint liability.

Hunter took out the prepared photo, the Golden Lion whiskey bottle, and stared intently at the manager, "What about this kind?"

The manager frowned as he looked at it, becoming somewhat impatient, "Sorry, we don't provide these. I hope you can go elsewhere to ask, otherwise I'm going to call the police."

Hunter raised his hands, "I mean no offense, I'll leave now."

The manager shook his head as he watched his departing back, not actually being ignorant enough to call the police; one can always run into this kind of thing a few times.

Hunter wandered along this road for a whole morning without any harvest. When he was about to finish walking past the storefronts on this side of the road, he stopped outside the door of a "Golden Star Glass Factory."

The factory did not seem very busy, with several workers standing at the entrance smoking. He glanced at them and walked toward those workers.

Whether it is this era or any other time, as long as you are in the Federation.

If a stranger walks toward you with a clear goal, you had better make two preparations.

One, the other party pulls out a weapon; you had better immediately raise your hands to cooperate with the other party. Regardless of whether he wants your necklace, your shoes, or your hat, you had better give it to him, otherwise, he really might give you two shots or stab you twice.

For these people, crime is like the discomfort after waking up every day; they have long been used to it, and are even a bit inseparable from it.

Two, if the other party has not pulled out a weapon, then you had better turn and run. He might just be acting on a whim, and this way you have a chance to keep your property.

However, if your running ability is not very good, and the other party has inherited the physical strength and speed of their ancestors working under the scorching sun, then you had better just stand there and cooperate, because you will be caught and then have your nasal bone broken.

These workers all stood up and then stared at Hunter.

Hunter took two dollars out of his pocket, "I have a question."

The workers looked at each other, and one of them, who looked more prestigious, stood out, "What do you want to ask?"

"I've worked on this road for over twenty years; there isn't anything here I don't know."

Hunter tilted his head, signaling them to go to the side to talk. That person did not refuse and followed Hunter to the side.

The worker tentatively took the two dollars from Hunter's hand. Hunter did not stop him, which made a lot of smiles appear on the worker's face.

"I want to custom-order a batch of glass products, but I've looked for several places, and they all refused, and some even said they would call the police."

The worker was not surprised when he heard these words, "Someone was caught for making bottles to hold wine, jailed, fined—you know, the law is just a toy for those big shots!"

"They convict whoever they want to convict."

The worker's words were full of dissatisfaction with the current judiciary and law enforcement. Hunter pursed his lips, "If I want this batch of wine bottles, who should I look for?"

The worker was somewhat hesitant. They produce a large batch of wine bottles every once in a while and send them out. By rights, they are capable of producing them, but this matter has to be decided by the manager.

His hesitation made Hunter realize that this glass factory was also producing wine bottles. He directly took out the photo of the broken Golden Lion whiskey bottle, "It's this kind."

He stared intently at the worker's expression. The moment the worker saw the photo, his expression changed uncontrollably!

This change made Hunter clench his fists; he knew he had found it!

The worker pushed the photo back, "Sorry, I can't make the decision on this matter; you have to go find the manager."

As he said this, he turned to leave, "I've already answered you for the two dollars."

Hunter smiled, "It's okay, I'll chat with your manager in a while."

He did not go find the manager.

As an old police officer, he knew very well that going to find the manager at this time would only alert the manager and those behind him, so he left immediately. As for the worker?

He got two dollars; he probably wouldn't talk nonsense. He understood these workers very well.

They like to take small advantages and are afraid of trouble.

It is just that he did not know that after the worker returned, he took the initiative to talk to the manager about this matter. They had worked together for many years, and the worker felt that this person might cause damage to the factory.

He did not want to lose this job.

"What did he say to you?"

The worker honestly told him what had happened before and specifically added, "The way he spoke was a bit like a policeman, not like a gangster. You know, gangsters talk differently from policemen."

After listening, the manager could only glare at him, "So you answered his question?"

"Shit!"

"You had better pray that the boss doesn't think this is trouble!"

In a glance/p>

"Now, get out of my sight; I get a headache just looking at you, goddammit!"

Several workers left. They had all worked in this factory for ten or twenty years, had deep feelings, and also had a good relationship with the manager.

These scoldings actually did not count for much to them.

After watching them leave, the manager dialed Lansi's number.

"Mr. Lansi, we've encountered a little trouble here," he said very tactfully, not going straight to the point.

Lansi did not guess what he was talking about at first, "Are gangsters giving you trouble?"

"Put their leader on the phone."

"No, no, no, that's not the problem."

"Just now, someone who might be a policeman came over to ask if we could produce wine bottles, and he took out a photo of a Golden Lion wine bottle."

"I suspect he might know something."

"And just now outside the factory, he also seemed to have some probing with those workers. I'm not sure if the workers revealed anything."

Lansi frowned; he indeed had not thought about this problem.

But fortunately, although he acquired the factory, the factory's information had not changed. The only trouble that might exist is that these workers had seen him.

Of course, this is not a problem either; handing it over to Lawyer Luo Ben can solve it. In terms of quibbling, Lawyer Luo Ben is not only proficient but also has people above him.

But this kind of thing is trouble.

"Wait a little while; I will arrange for someone to go over."

After he hung up the phone, he had Dai Wen come over. The young man has been in the limelight recently and is very willing to participate in various activities.

"Go to Mr. Bulu's place; he will give you a few photos. Take the photos to our glass factory in the industrial zone, then have the manager identify who it was that came over just now, and then bring the photos back."

"If the person he saw is not among the photos you take, then take him to see Bulu, and leave the rest to Bulu. Do you understand?"

Dai Wen repeated what Lansi had instructed, and after confirming it was correct, he left.

Subsequently, Lansi also made a phone call to Bulu. Ever since he was transferred to the Forest Police Station, he had refused to take up the post at the Forest Police Station and had been staying at home.

He was waiting—waiting for Lansi to deal with Chali and Hunter, and then take back what he had lost, with interest.

He was very willing to provide help for Lansi's request. There are also quite a few activities within the police force every year, and they also take photos as souvenirs. Bulu took out a few photos taken during police force activities in recent years; the main personnel were all on them.

The directors of various branch stations, the high-level officials of the headquarters, and some star policemen, among which were also graduation photos from several sessions of the police academy—

As a branch station director, Bulu is qualified to attend the graduation ceremony of every session as an "honorary alumnus," which can also be considered "alumni relations."

When Dai Wen found the glass factory manager with these photos, the manager easily found Hunter among the photos and said very affirmatively, "It's this person."

"Are you sure?", Dai Wen asked. He actually also knew Hunter. This kind of knowing does not mean that he and Hunter are friends or have talked; it is just that he knows that person is the police chief, and that is all.

The manager nodded and confirmed again and again, "Yes, it's this person. I won't forget him; he just came by."

Dai Wen directly picked up the phone and temporarily asked the manager to step aside, "It's Hunter."

"Hunter?", Lansi was somewhat surprised by this result.

Lansi frowned. He did not know why Hunter would go personally, but this is indeed not good news, "Put the manager on the phone."

After waiting a while, the manager's voice came through the receiver, and Lansi continued.

"This matter makes me realize that we need to make some changes. Relocate the factory to Jinxing City; we have our own people there who will arrange everything for you."

"By then, we will have a larger factory, more advanced machines, and more workers. You tell the workers that they will become team leaders or something, and their wages will also increase."

"If they are unwilling to go with us, then give them a sum of money and have them learn to shut up, otherwise my people will help them!"

"Go talk to the workers immediately, and then close the factory immediately."

"Take the people, leave there, immediately!"

Lansi made the deployment very quickly. This is not entirely because Hunter discovered the factory.

The Lawrence farm has a large output, and Jinxing City is clearly closer to the Lawrence farm, and the prohibition enforcement there is not very strong.

The manager agreed. He can no longer live without Lansi; now his life and his past life are two extremes!

In the past, his wife was always sighing, always implying in her words that he was unwilling to fire the extra workers, which dragged them down.

She was always complaining about all sorts of things!

But now she has changed; she does not complain anymore, becoming tolerant, benevolent, and compassionate.

She does not care what has become of the manager's factory, and even in conversation, she laughs and says that as long as she is not short of money, she does not care even if the manager finds a mistress outside.

Reaching middle age, one basically sees the essence of life very clearly.

The demands of people at the bottom for life are actually very low; as long as they don't live in embarrassment and won't be stumped by money, that's fine.

Anything else is just dog shit!

So going to live in another place is not a problem at all!

The manager put down the phone and walked from the office to the factory floor, "Everyone come over..."

Ten minutes later, the entire factory was closed, and these workers also went home.

As for the manager, he directly bought a train ticket to Jinxing City; this time he went over alone.

Hunter, who returned to the police station, made a phone call to Chali.

"I've grabbed Lansi's little tail."

This sentence, spoken with a slightly triumphant tone, made Chali pause for a good while, "How did you do it?"

He recounted his discovery and probing, "I can be certain that even if that factory didn't produce wine bottles for Lansi, they should know who is producing these wine bottles!"

After listening, Chali thought for a while, "Tell Director Dai Er about this matter. It's too slow for us to go through judicial channels to get a search warrant. The Hazardous Materials Bureau has its own judicial office; have them issue the document directly to us."

He paused as he spoke, "No, I'll go talk to him. You find some manpower, people you can trust. I don't want Lansi to know about this the moment you mention it."

Although there is no evidence to show that the farm winery is Lansi's, they all tacitly assume that it is Lansi's farm.

The four major families are now listless, and the Koda family's wine all relies on smuggling; everyone knows this, and even the Contraband Bureau knows it.

There is a reason why they don't investigate; after all, a considerable portion of the profits generated by these alcoholic beverages has to be sent to Jinzhou.

Then, the only one in the city with such a large production demand is the Lansi family!

Hunter immediately mobilized some police officers, and Chali told Director Dai Er about this matter, and the latter agreed immediately.

He is currently in a state of utter distress; if he can catch the person behind the scenes of the ranch, it can be considered an opportunity for him to make up for his mistakes.

At the very least, it can allow him to clear his suspicions!

Half an hour later, the search warrant was delivered to Hunter's hand. He personally led eight police cars, sirens wailing, to Glass Street in the industrial zone.

When he saw the tightly closed factory gate, after revealing a look of astonishment, he slammed the steering wheel!

(End of chapter)