Chapter 522: He's a Dead Man!

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Director Bulu's attitude now was very humble. He actually knew very clearly that if Lans was fine, then he was fine too.

If something happened to Lans, it was very likely that he would be immediately purged after Lans fell into bad luck.

Now that Chali and Hunter weren't moving against him, it didn't mean he was safe and sound; it just meant they hadn't pulled their hands away yet, or that "the tall Lans" was still helping him support the pressure.

Chali and Hunter had long regarded the police force as a ladder for them to climb up. Director Bulu's behavior was equivalent to destroying this ladder and wanting to give it to someone else. How could they possibly forgive him?

It was just that as long as Lans didn't fall, it wasn't easy for them to move against Director Bulu. At the same time, keeping him now was also a warning to others who had other thoughts.

Whether in the past, present, or future.

No matter what kind of New Jincheng and forces Chali and Hunter were facing, at least in terms of the police force, they had the final say!

Even if Bulu defected to Lans, so what?

Didn't he still roll off to the Forest Police Bureau to keep company with the little animals?

Changes in the outside world couldn't affect their control over the police force; this was what they wanted to express.

Therefore, no matter what, Lans couldn't have anything happen to him. From Director Bulu's perspective, that was the case.

"You don't need to be so nervous; the situation isn't as bad as you imagine!" Lans comforted him first. "Everything is under our control."

"Now I need some help, because the police force is relatively independent. I need to know the situation of my people at the police station."

"It's not that I don't trust them, but I believe that human beings always have shortcomings."

"Some people can't resist some temptations, some people can't resist pain, some people are afraid of fear; people have all kinds of defects and problems."

"We can't guarantee that everyone can resist the torture of those people; we need some insurance."

Director Bulu knew what he meant, and his brain also began to turn. After a long while, he said, "I have a few friends at the headquarters; they might be able to help."

Today the police station was very lively, and the Hazardous Materials Bureau was also very lively, because they had arrested a large number of suspects, adding up to a full hundred or so people.

These hundred or so people were split into two parts: one part was handed over to the Hazardous Materials Bureau for them to try.

There was also a part that was in the police station. Chali let Hunter also get a part of the confessions and even evidence regarding Lans and the Lans family, instead of handing it all over to the Hazardous Materials Bureau to handle.

Hunter of course knew what Chali meant. The knife held in one's own hand was always the most reliable; placed in someone else's hand, it wasn't safe at all.

Either the person holding the knife wouldn't listen to you, or they might stab the knife toward you.

So as soon as these people were sent back, the entire headquarters entered a state of high-speed operation. They began to interrogate these suspects.

There were people in every interrogation room, and even in some officers' offices, people were being interrogated. This was the biggest action, biggest move, and biggest harvest the headquarters had ever had!

Hunter also participated in the interrogation work. He had taken off his coat, leaving only a brown vest. The rolled-up sleeves and the unbuttoned collar showed that he had been somewhat busy just now.

He lit a cigarette and looked at the young man sitting on the chair opposite. The young man was drooping his head, and sticky blood was slowly dripping from his mouth.

Gastric juice, plus blood, and saliva, made up all of this.

His whole person was like a dead person, not moving at all. However, from the slight rise and fall of his chest, it could be seen that he was still alive.

Hunter was panting slightly, smoking, and glaring at this young man. He was already tired.

Tired of hitting.

Hitting people was also tiring, and even more tiring than doing work!

After taking several puffs in a row, he walked to the young man's front, grabbed his hair, and made him lift his head to face him.

The young man was bruised and swollen, and one side of his eye was swollen so much that his pupil was almost invisible, and the eye slit was also full of bright red swelling like fresh blood.

He took the cigarette butt in his hand and pressed it against the young man's swollen cheek. The young man's body trembled slightly, but that was all.

No screaming. This level of pain, compared to what he had just endured, actually had no deterrent power at all.

"We have all night." Hunter let go of his hand, and the extinguished cigarette butt fell to the ground. The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, carrying a cruel taste.

A smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face. Because his face was somewhat deformed, this smile looked a bit ferocious, but Hunter could distinguish that this was a smile.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" He punched the young man's lower abdomen hard.

The young man let out a muffled groan, then gagged, and spat out a mouthful of sticky blood.

The thing composed of blood, gastric juice, and saliva was sticky and couldn't be bitten through.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt as if he was a little better.

"If you have the ability, kill me." He said.

This sentence made Hunter angry to the extreme. He had never seen such a difficult person. He said this and raised his fist, wanting to give this young man some color to see, but his new assistant grabbed his arm.

"If you hit him again, he's going to die."

Torture, leaving wounds from torture, and death from torture—these were three completely different types of problems.

Federal law mentioned that torture was not allowed, but almost all police stations, or rather all law enforcement agencies, were torturing.

It wasn't like what foreigners thought, that the police would bring you a cup of coffee and then finish the interrogation work while chatting with you like good friends.

They would give you a few punches, let you know first that they would move their hands, and then they would use some "little tricks" to make you open your mouth as soon as possible.

If you didn't cooperate, then there would be a big meal next.

So the problem of torture was very common. After all, criminals couldn't be like elementary school students who made mistakes in an elementary school classroom; whatever the teacher asked, they would say.

Even elementary school students in an elementary school classroom had times when they lied!

So torture was necessary, but you couldn't leave wounds casually.

Once wounds were left, the possibility of the confession being invalidated was very high, especially for those who had hired relatively professional lawyers. Their lawyers would question the legality of the confession.

Words spoken when a person was being beaten and tortured were clearly excuses for self-protection and were not sufficient to be adopted as valid evidence for use in court.

As for death from torture, that was an even more serious problem. The main person in charge could possibly lose their job because of this.

Hunter looked back at his new assistant, then put down his fist.

But that young man laughed twice more. "Boss will avenge me."

There was fire hidden in Hunter's eyes. "Who is the boss?"

The young man used all his strength to lift his head to look at Hunter, then spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on his pants, and then burst into loud laughter.

A weak laugh.

Hunter's assistant hurriedly leaned over. He was worried that Hunter would lose control, but what he didn't expect was that Hunter not only didn't fly into a rage, but instead seemed to have lost interest in the interrogation.

He looked at that young man for a dozen seconds, then walked toward the outside. "I'm going to check other rooms; you clean up here."

His assistant nodded and began to clean up the mess. This was his job; the status, power, and benefits he had obtained were all because of his current dedication.

He said while cleaning the room, "You shouldn't have done that; just say something to fool him."

The young man glanced at him slightly and didn't speak.

The assistant continued, "That would at least be better than you being beaten into this state."

After waiting a few seconds, the young man spoke. "What he did to me today, tomorrow boss will inflict on him."

The young man's eyes were shining as he looked at him. "He's a dead man!"

In an instant, the assistant shivered, because he had a strong intuition telling him that this young man was telling the truth!

This made him feel afraid, uneasy, and silent.

He stopped talking, sighed, and after cleaning up, helped the young man up. "I'll take you to the place where you'll spend the night."

He was taken to a separate office and then handcuffed to a radiator by someone.

Fortunately, this assistant wasn't a black-hearted person. If that had been a radiator turned to the maximum power, it would have been enough for this young man to suffer all night.

As long as he relaxed a little, he would be scalded, and by tomorrow morning, he would be covered in blisters.

But the radiator was only turned to a very low temperature and wouldn't scald him; instead, it could warm his body.

The young man wasn't completely ungrateful. He had heard from those "predecessors" about the treatment one might encounter when entering the police station. He asked, "Can you give me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter?"

He had a little strength now. "I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight." The assistant thought for a while, then took out the more than half a pack of cigarettes and the lighter from his pocket and placed them on the ground, and handed two small candies to him. "I'll get you a glass of water in a moment."

The young man nodded slightly. "Thanks."

Because there were too many people, to avoid collusion, almost all the rooms had been utilized.

Up to now, no one had confessed the situation. Hunter also made up his mind. Since he had completely offended Lans, he wouldn't be able to sleep unless he sent Lans in and then quietly wiped him out.

He didn't rest but kept staring at those who had been caught, and even occasionally had to interrogate them himself.

But others weren't all like him; quite a few officers had gone home to rest. Busy until late at night, they were also tired.

At two-thirty, Nate drove home.

Nate was one of the chiefs of the city police station's crime department, responsible for almost all types of cases except criminal cases.

The department had a total of eight offices and eight chiefs, each with their own team members. They actually weren't very busy usually.

Most cases were investigated and concluded at the branch station. Criminal cases were handled by the criminal investigation department. Many times, their crime department was playing the role of "headquarters thug."

For example, previously, a big shot's child had a traffic accident. His car had a scrape with another car, and then he took a golf club and beat the other person violently.

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This case was originally handled by the branch station, but the child's father found Chali, so the headquarters' crime department began to intervene.

They transferred this case from the branch station to the headquarters, and then through a series of technical means, including but not limited to intimidation, threats, and other means, made the victim accept "mediation" and give up the lawsuit.

This was their main work; they could be thugs, or they could wipe the asses for the old masters.

However, the role they were playing today would be somewhat sharper; they were going to interrogate those young people with hard mouths.

Nate was in his forties, somewhat old, and staying up late was like giving him two punches.

He wasn't God; two punches could knock him down, so after his work ended in stages, he took the initiative to come back.

The car stopped steadily in the driveway outside the house. His house had a garage, but he had to go to the police station early tomorrow morning, so he was too lazy to park it inside.

And opening the rolling shutter door would make a sound; his family should all be resting, so he parked on the side of the road.

After getting out of the car, he took out his keys. Just like countless times in the past, with ten steps to go, he had already aimed at the keyhole and walked toward the front door.

When he approached the front door, the porch light would automatically turn on—

In front of the front door, there was a mat. It went from in front of the door along the steps to the ground, and went forward for about a meter on the ground.

This mat was specially made. When the pressure inside changed due to stepping, it would trigger a switch, making the light at the door turn on.

This kind of ingenious design existed commonly in many middle-class communities, and some communities even installed voice-activated lights, but the effect wasn't as good as this.

Although voice activation was cutting-edge technology, it was best not to make any noise late at night, otherwise the neighbors would have opinions.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would insert the key into the lock hole at once, just like he had practiced thousands of times, but today a small accident happened.

The moment the light turned on, he saw a person standing by the door. He was startled and reached for the holster at his ribs, and cursed!

"Be careful, don't have an accidental discharge," that person said, and took off his hat. The moment he saw Director Bulu, Nate let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"You damn near scared me into a heart attack!" he complained very impolitely.

The two were classmates at the police academy and had even been in the same dormitory; their relationship was good.

Nate didn't open the door but stood under the light looking at Director Bulu. He actually already had some intuition in his heart.

Many people knew that Director Bulu was now mixing with Lans, so his appearance here represented that trouble was approaching him.

Nate didn't like trouble.

"Is there anything?"

"It's already almost three o'clock, I won't invite you in."

Director Bulu knew his meaning and caution, and wasn't surprised by this. "Let's talk in your car, unless you want others to know what we said here."

"You're like a pile of shit, you know that?" Nate walked impatiently toward his car. Although he kept cursing, he didn't refuse.

Soon they entered the car, and Director Bulu handed him a cigarette.

Neither of them spoke. After smoking together for a while, Nate said, "Actually, you could turn back."

He meant that if Director Bulu expressed support for Hunter's position as director and support for his work, then he could come back from the Forest Police Bureau.

Even if he couldn't be a branch director, being a deputy, or being an office chief at headquarters, wouldn't be a problem.

Director Bulu shook his head. "No need, because Hunter doesn't represent all the police in New Jincheng, and doesn't even represent the police station."

Nate frowned. "But he is the police chief."

Director Bulu said in a very subtle tone, "John once was too."

This sentence made Nate realize that this old classmate was really deeply bound to the Lans family, and at the same time realized the meaning in his words.

John once was, but he died, so he wasn't anymore!

"You're implying that Hunter will die."

Director Bulu didn't answer this question directly. "How long has Hunter not left the police station?"

When he first heard these words, Nate hadn't realized it all at once, but as he began to think about the answer while pondering this question, he suddenly realized Director Bulu's potential meaning.

Hunter didn't leave the police station because he was afraid of death.

Seeing that his old classmate understood his meaning, he continued, "He's just gambling now, gambling that he can dismantle the Lans family and send Lans in before he dies."

"Look, he's actually very afraid, more afraid than anyone else."

"I know Lans and the Lans family better than all of you. He won't fall, at least not be tripped by such a small pebble."

"Then what will happen next, do I still need to say?"

Nate took two big puffs of his cigarette. "I could arrest you right now because of what you just said."

Director Bulu didn't care at all. "If you want to arrest me, you have to be prepared to stay in the police station like him without coming out, and then hide your family."

"He can send his family to the capital. He has made a lot of money working as a thug for Chali for so many years. He can afford to buy a house and a villa in the capital, and can let his family live very well without working."

"What about you?"

Nate was also an old policeman. The drowsiness had already been washed out of his brain by this news. He realized that Lans's people might have already tracked down the information about Hunter's family.

When he heard this, his first reaction was to remind Hunter, but immediately after, there was a feeling of horror!

That tail that had disappeared for hundreds of millions of years in evolution seemed to have appeared again and was trembling, making his whole body tremble along with it!

"Is it necessary?" he asked with a bitter smile, and lit another cigarette for himself.

Director Bulu asked back, "If someone wants to kill you, would you let the other party and the other party's family go?"

He shook his head. "No, I would be like him. Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill their whole family!"

He patted Nate on the shoulder. "And you have to understand, if Lans and the others really can't hold on, they can still run, and then hide in the dark to look for opportunities for revenge."

"Can Hunter run?"

"He can't run. No matter what, he's a dead man!"

"I told Lans you are my good friend. In the future, if I become the director, you will be the deputy director."

"Think about it. You are the first one I came to find, but you aren't the only one I'm going to contact. Give me a chance, and give yourself a chance."

The car suddenly fell into dead silence. This was indeed not a simple choice. Director Bulu didn't urge him.

After waiting for about five minutes, he still didn't get any result. Director Bulu's patience was also used up. He pushed open the car door directly, and one foot stepped out.

Just as he intended to leave, Nate asked, "What can I do for you?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 523 =====