Chapter 525: The Road of the Best Actor

In the evening, Pang Da returned home. After resting for a while, he made a call to Lans.

The call was connected quickly.

"How do you plan to handle it next?" Pang Da asked in the study while smoking.

Today, the Hazardous Materials Bureau also began interrogation work on those bar operators who had been captured. A portion of people also received torture, but the effect was also very poor.

But coincidentally, Pang Da was responsible for the main interrogation work.

Because everyone knew that he and the Lans family didn't get along very well.

Handing the case related to the Lans family to him, whether it was those ordinary agents or Director Dai Er, would be very reassuring.

The pressure on the Hazardous Materials Bureau side was much smaller than that on the police station side. Hunter was anxious because if he couldn't handle this matter, he would really die.

It could be said that this time he was gambling with his life and everything. If he won, he would obtain the deepest friendship of the Koda family, as well as the appreciation of the Bay Area for him.

He was the next Chali, and he could also try to turn the police chief position into a springboard and jump into politics.

Of course, if he lost, then what he needed to pay would only be his life.

In order to live, and for a better future, he was really anxious and also very desperate.

Director Dai Er didn't seem so anxious these two days. There were even some smiles on his face, which made everyone feel somewhat inexplicably strange.

In the end, it could only be attributed to the fact that they had caught a big case, and Director Dai Er's mood had improved a bit.

What Pang Da didn't know was that now, in the circle that Director Dai Er could reach, people's views on Director Dai Er had actually undergone a reversal because of this case.

In the past, many people only felt that he was a clown who knew how to flatter, and when he was in Jinzhou, he revolved around those old masters, as humble as their servant.

Some people said he once used his hand to catch cigarette ash for a big shot!

When people talked about Director Dai Er, most of the smiles were hidden with disdain and contemptuous attitudes. Some people also suspected whether he had sold his ass to obtain such an opportunity.

A jester always had to pay something, and the ass was just one of them.

If it was said that in the eyes of people at a higher level, Director Dai Er was like a clown before, then now they felt that Director Dai Er was a "ruthless clown."

Although he was still a clown, this clown had undergone the most fundamental change.

This was like the clown in the circus performing those funny actions, which would only make people laugh, and wouldn't make people respect him, because he was just a funny clown.

But if a killer dressed up as a clown, holding a bloody knife in his hand, even if his appearance made people feel funny and ridiculous, people would only remain silent and offer their awe.

Director Dai Er was like this now. Quite a few people were spreading rumors that Weber just wanted to replace his position, and Weber's uncle hadn't implemented this matter yet, when he colluded with others to do Weber in, making their plan directly fail.

In the rumors, he had become a ruthless character who was decisive in killing, so much so that some people who coveted his position and wanted to be unfavorable to him had temporarily given up this idea.

You didn't know when he would suddenly give you such a blow from what angle.

You also didn't know if you would become the next Weber.

Sure enough, the dog that bites doesn't bark; this dog-raising is really ruthless!

Director Dai Er could pat his chest and swear that this wasn't what he did; he hadn't even thought about it like this.

But there would always be people who thought so. It was too coincidental!

Once it was coincidental to a certain degree, coincidence might not be coincidence.

For example, the tycoon who had an erection anytime and anywhere, happened to encounter a lady, happened to accidentally push the lady down face-to-face, happened to have fate accurately find a place to return, happened to be a man who couldn't withstand the test, and happened to extract genetic material.

And happened, he also won the lawsuit.

That lady who slandered him for raping her, trying to take this opportunity to blackmail a large sum of money, was locked in prison, and then there was no news.

It was too coincidental; sometimes it wasn't a coincidence, it was an arrangement.

Many people felt that Weber's death was an accident, but some people felt that Weber's death was an abnormal arrangement.

"Dai Er is a ruthless person!"

This sentence had already spread in their circle. People wouldn't awe those funny people, but they would awe people with blood all over their hands.

His pressure now was actually smaller. Someone who hadn't called him for a long time suddenly called him, telling him not to be so worried, that he hadn't been abandoned.

Well, although he swore he hadn't done these things, being misunderstood... didn't seem unacceptable.

Director Dai Er's pressure was smaller, and the pressure on the entire Hazardous Materials Bureau was smaller. Compared to Hunter, who was eager to "solve the case."

Director Dai Er felt that he should be a little slower, which allowed him to think about how to handle subsequent things.

Therefore, Pang Da could actually go home to rest at night, instead of being forced to simply doze off in the office.

Lans on the other side of the receiver asked after a few seconds, "According to your current laws, what kind of end will they have?"

"The bar manager might be ten years or more, the bartender three to six years, and others one to three years."

This was a relatively common sentencing standard, but he added, "If they confess you, then they can have their sentences reduced. Today we have also prepared plea agreements for them, and we should start talking to them in these two days."

"Dai Er's attitude is a bit strange; I can't quite grasp what he means."

Lans asked after listening, "Are there any other ways to reduce the sentence?"

"It's a pity, there isn't."

"I will let Lawyer Luo Ben handle this matter. You handle it as usual; you don't need to have any special arrangements."

Lawyer Luo Ben had connections in the Ministry of Justice, and the Prison Administration belonged to the vertical management of the Ministry of Justice. Fishing them out directly wasn't realistic, but coming out in two or three years wasn't a problem at all.

Lans didn't have any extra instructions, and Pang Da also let out a sigh of relief. He was just afraid that Lans would let him do some things that were very dangerous to him.

He was now full of desire for power. He wanted to climb higher, wanted all those who had looked down on him to look up to him.

Those who had once tried to hurt him, hurt his family, were all crawling at his feet begging for his forgiveness.

Lans then said, "There will be something you need to do in a few days."

"What is it?" Pang Da asked. He took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling slowly.

"Send another big credit to you. We are scouting the Koda family's warehouse. After finding it, you take people to end their warehouse."

"Does this count as a big credit?"

Pang Da had some more smiles on his face. "Thanks."

"No need to thank. We are friends, remember?"

"Between friends, we should help each other..."

After hanging up the phone, Pang Da walked to Lisa, who looked somewhat melancholy, hugged her shoulders, and buried his head in her neck, greedily sniffing the scent she emitted.

Lisa gently stroked his hair, and neither of them spoke, just sitting like this, sitting quietly.

At this time, in the city police station, Hunter prepared to throw the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray. He glanced at the ashtray that had already piled up and couldn't find a place to start, then carried the ashtray to the trash can.

The phone on the desk suddenly rang *di-ling-ling-ling-ling*. Hunter looked back with the cigarette in his mouth, then turned his head and poured the ash from the ashtray into the trash can.

The rising ash made him feel uncomfortable, as if just inhaling a little bit would make him even worse.

But he actually didn't know at all that those ashes were very clean, not only sterilized by high temperatures of hundreds of degrees, but also difficult to become stubborn residues.

On the contrary, those tars, thousands of chemical elements, were the truly harmful things.

He pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, clapped his hands, and picked up the phone. "This is the director's office."

The internal line phone, only the police station's internal line could get through.

The call was from Nate. "I think there is a piece of news I should tell you."

When Hunter heard this sentence, he was subconsciously pleasantly surprised. "Please, give me a good piece of news; I urgently need a good piece of news now." Nate's laughter in the receiver was very relaxed. "Okay, your prayer has been heard by God. Someone is willing to talk, but must talk to you alone. You have to come over."

After hanging up the phone, Hunter waved his fist and immediately ran toward Nate's office.

Along the way, quite a few officers looked toward him. Some felt inexplicable, but some also realized that this case might have found a breakthrough.

Only when a breakthrough appeared would Hunter, who had been irritable for these two days, run so relaxedly.

A minute or so later, the door of the office was pushed open, and Hunter walked in, accompanied by his voice. "Where is the person now?"

He closed the room door casually and saw the person being interrogated sitting in the chair.

He had obvious injuries on his body, and his face was also beaten until it was bruised and swollen. Just one look gave people the thought of "this guy is really miserable."

Sudden appearance, lingering.

Nate raised his hand, and the two officers cleaned up their things and walked toward the door. Hunter looked at the two of them and reminded them, "Don't talk nonsense after going out."

He also realized that there might be Lans's mole in the police station. After all, the intensity of Lans's infiltration into the police system really wasn't ordinary.

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After the two officers left, Nate and Hunter walked to the corner and talked briefly.

Nothing more than being unable to withstand the torture and eventually compromising.

Hunter didn't feel strange about this situation.

As a criminal police supervisor, he had participated in the investigation work of many criminal cases.

The federal police force had always pushed the "presumption of innocence" case-handling process, but this was actually just casually said, but some people really believed it!

Actually, the police all over the world were the same. After finding the suspect, the first thing to do was to find evidence, and this whole idiot was the person they were looking for. The federal police were also like this.

Otherwise, why would the prosecutor and the police station go to great lengths to collect evidence and insist on proving that the accusation was established?

After explaining some things, Nate looked at the young man and said, "Hunter has already come. You two talk alone."

He looked back at Hunter, and after Hunter gave him a certain look, he also left the room.

At this time in the room, only Hunter and the young man sitting in the chair listlessly remained.

Hunter's heart was excited and joyful enough to fly, but on the surface, he performed exceptionally calmly. He crossed his hands on his chest, his butt pressed against the edge of the office desk, looking at the young man sitting in the chair. "I'm here. What do you want to tell me?"

"Our time is limited. There are still many people outside who need me. If you can't bring out something I'm interested in, I won't leave you too much time."

Very strong rhetoric, just like he didn't care at all whether this young man would confess.

The young man looked up at him. "Give me a cigarette."

The two looked at each other for a moment, about seven or eight seconds. Hunter took out a cigarette, lit it, and stuffed it into the other party's mouth.

That young man took a deep puff of the cigarette, then leaned back in the chair.

His whole person was exceptionally relaxed, and then he took another puff.

Hunter frowned. He didn't want to show his nervousness, but now he urgently needed to know the "truth," so he could only remind the other party, "If you don't say it, I will leave now, and I will let them greet you even harder, as a reward for you playing with me."

The young man glanced at him sideways. "They said as long as I plead guilty, and then point out Lans, you can reduce my sentence?"

Hunter nodded. "Yes, I said that."

"Do I need to sign any agreement?" the young man asked.

Hunter sized him up twice more. "Yes, we have an agreement, and you must bring out something that satisfies me, otherwise I won't give it to you."

The young man took two puffs of the cigarette. "I don't want to go to jail, and I need a sum of money."

This was a line that didn't exist in the plan. He actually added a play for himself at this critical moment!

But Hunter not only didn't feel that this part of the performance had anything unusual, but instead felt that the young man had become more real.

Greed was always the most real portrayal of these gang members.

He didn't agree or refuse, and was still using technology to suppress the other party. "This depends on whether you can bring me something different."

"There is more than one person outside who has confessed their crimes and is also willing to point out Lans."

"If you can only do it to a similar degree as them, then I can't promise you anything. You aren't as valuable as you imagine."

Very ordinary, but also very effective rhetoric. This time the young man didn't think for too long. "Actually, I have a notebook in my hand, which records some things I left behind while working in the Lans family and a small amount of evidence."

"And some situations I personally know about when I was responsible for driving the car to export alcohol. I don't know, does this have value?"

It has too much value!

Hunter pursed his lips. "Where is the thing?"

He didn't show excitement, but instead performed unhurriedly and very deeply.

The young man said a location, in the suburbs. Hunter immediately picked up the phone, but was interrupted by the young man. "You plan to let people go get it?"

Hunter frowned and looked back at him. "Yes, what's wrong?"

The young man had an expression of "are you fucking kidding me."

Hunter had no patience either, and he wanted to get that evidence that could point out Lans, so his tone became even more impatient. "So what the fuck is wrong?"

The young man didn't fear his bad temper at all. "There are his people in the police station. Fuck, are you really not knowing or pretending not to know?"

"What if the person you call is his person?"

"He will rush into the police station and kill me!"

"Fuck, you are really unreliable. I would have known not to tell you!"

The young man changed his play. According to the script, he should have asked Hunter to go get it himself, but he thought about it all day, and he felt that taking the initiative to say this matter seemed a bit bad, and it was possible to be discovered by Hunter that something was wrong.

So he canceled this part of the request, letting Hunter go get it himself, but constantly denied his candidates.

Hunter's action was indeed delayed. According to this young man's statement, that account book was very important, and it wasn't a complete account book either.

But inside, it recorded many important records that could make Lans go to the electric chair, such as shipping records, such as the record of the young man being delegated by Lans to kill someone on a certain day.

He frowned deeply. "I let Nate go get it?"

"That is the chief who was here just now."

The young man's reaction was fast. "He is also Lans's person!"

Hunter's first reaction was "impossible." Nate had worked with him for more than ten years; how could he be Lans's person?

And he also knew Nate's situation very clearly. If Nate was really Lans's person, his life should be more affluent.

But now he had begun to be suspicious. This young man said so categorically that Nate was Lans's person. Could it be true?

He was somewhat skeptical. He didn't believe it immediately, nor did he not believe it. He had to test it.

He pointed at the young man, then left the room, and found Nate at the door. "Come with me; I have something to tell you."

Nate was somewhat inexplicable, but still followed Hunter to the corner. After the two stood still, Nate asked, "What did he say?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Hunter had a very strange feeling. This is also something you can ask?

Sometimes the preconceived concept is just so terrible. Even if he convinced himself in his heart that Nate wasn't Lans's person, under the influence of the young man, he felt more and more that Nate might have a problem.

He lowered his voice and said, "Just now the person inside told me that you are Lans's person."

His eyes were fixed on Nate's eyes and expression. Nate's pupils contracted rapidly after hearing this news, and then his face showed an incredible expression, and he looked at him, asking somewhat stiffly, "You believed it?"

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