Chapter 533: Panic and making friends

The mayor's mood is good now. He is flipping through the newspaper in his hand, but his attention is clearly not on the newspaper.

From time to time, he would look up at the clock, as if something related to time was firmly controlling his attention.

Seeing that the time had pointed to 3:20, the mayor closed the newspaper in his hand and placed it on the table beside his hand, "Speaking of which, that... should have arrived at the police station, right?"

The secretary added from the side, "Bulu, sir."

"Yes, yes, Bulu, he should have received the appointment letter."

Thinking of this, the smile on the mayor's face became more obvious. He assigned a homework to the secretary, "Guess what they will do?"

The secretary thought for a while and said, "They will call you."

The phone on the table suddenly rang. The two looked at each other and showed the kind of smile that had already been guessed.

The secretary walked to the table and picked up the receiver, "This is the mayor's office."

The other end of the phone was Chali. His tone was a bit impatient, "In the police chief candidate files I gave the mayor, it seems there is no Bulu's file?"

The secretary's tone became severe, "Are you questioning the mayor's decision?"

Under the mayor-governed system, Chali, relying on his municipal councilor status which wasn't even considered a politician in the eyes of many, was fundamentally unable to confront the mayor.

The breathing in the receiver became a bit rapid. The mayor tilted his head and looked at the sunshine outside the window, which was as beautiful as his mood at this time.

"No... I don't mean that, just Bulu this person... he, uh, the situation in the city is relatively complex now."

"We have many cases that need to be handled, and at the same time, we are facing some special challenges. He hasn't experienced these, and I am very worried that he won't be able to handle his work."

"Causing the mayor and the citizens to be disappointed, after all, what we need is social stability, right?"

A very good way of saying it. Chali still had some ability, but the problem he was facing now wasn't something that could be solved by political means.

When a person doesn't care about what is gained and lost, just wants to give you a punch, and you can't defend or counterattack, you can only endure his fist kissing your cheek hard!

Besides that, you can't do anything!

He tried his best to explain, but these explanations clearly didn't have any meaning.

The secretary looked at the mayor, "The candidate files you submitted were just used as a reference basis, not that we must pick one from the candidates you provided."

"Mr. Chali, you are just a municipal councilor. Picking government officials has nothing to do with you. Whoever City Hall picks has nothing to do with you at all."

"This is not your work. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Chali naturally understood, but it was because he understood that he was so angry.

This is like telling Chali that you have overstepped your bounds!

But the police station is his territory, but in this matter, he has no way at all.

The only thing he can do now is to try to say some harsh words, threatening words, to make the mayor change his mind.

"Bulu this person doesn't have any great talent. He can't play his role as an outstanding chief in that position. I believe he won't make the city's public security better, only worse."

"Now the most..."

"Pa!"

The phone was hung up. Chali looked at the receiver in his hand for a while. His hand holding the receiver exerted force suddenly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand twisted, as if he had to crush the receiver to untie the hatred in his heart.

But gradually, his hand slowly loosened, and he slowly put it back on the phone base.

This was another phone. He had just broken one. Although the club didn't take the initiative to ask him to compensate, he still signed a check for two hundred dollars.

He rubbed his cheeks and then returned to another room.

The gentlemen were chatting and laughing, talking about some interesting things. They saw Chali walk in and motioned for him to sit over.

"How is it?"

"Is it good news?"

Chali looked at the people here, not knowing what expression to use to deal with them. After a while, he squeezed out some smiles, "It's not good news."

"The mayor rejected the candidate list I submitted and used Lansi's person, that guy named Bulu."

The smiles on the faces of the Bay Area masters gradually solidified. The reason they valued the police station so much was that from the current law enforcement structure of the Federation, the police station is the most basic law enforcement unit.

They almost included all types of problems.

Perhaps in terms of power, the police are not as good as the current Hazardous Materials Administration, but the scope of law enforcement of the Hazardous Materials Administration is very narrow.

They only have law enforcement power when facing tobacco, alcohol, and hazardous materials suspected of being illegal.

Unlike the police, no matter what type of case or problem, as long as someone calls, they can interfere.

Every year, the Bay Area needs to handle some troublesome things, corpses, contraband, hazardous materials, etc. If the person in the position of police chief is not one of their own, then the "rhythm of life" in the Bay Area will become very chaotic!

The masters of the Bay Area have long been used to the current rhythm of life. If they were to let them change it suddenly, they might not be able to adapt.

"Is there any way to remedy it?", Mr. Hoff asked.

He was also one of the main beneficiaries of the police chief. He would use various instruments to abuse those call girls.

If his mood was relatively stable, and some good things happened nearby, then that could only be an ordinary fetish carnival.

He would torture those call girls, and might also hurt them, but absolutely not fatal.

But if he encountered very bad things recently, making his mood and temper very bad, then he might hurt those call girls, or even kill them.

Fetish games are always full of danger and fear. It's quite normal to accidentally make a mistake.

So at this time, if the police chief stands on his side, it will be very convenient to handle the corpses and subsequent things.

Register that girl as a "missing person," then handle the corpse cleanly, put it in a gasoline drum and throw it into Angel Lake, wipe away the traces of her existence, then all problems will be gone.

The Federation currently registers at least 120,000 missing person cases every year, and the detection rate of these cases is not higher than one percent.

That is to say, 120,000 people's disappearance went through the relevant process of missing persons through the police system, but in the end, less than 1,000 people could be found.

Other missing people completely disappeared in the end, and people would never see them again.

And their families, in disappointment after disappointment, would eventually completely forget this former family member.

After all, life has to go on. Whether you can keep up with the pace of life or not, it won't stop for you, it will only move forward constantly, dragging you to run.

When it drags you to run, and you can't run anymore, you will be abandoned by it.

Between the future of the family and the complete disappearance of a member, most people choose the family, not the missing one.

If the police chief is not one of their own, this guy chases the corpse and the case without letting go, and it is very likely that he will eventually trace it to them.

There is no perfect crime in this world. As long as there is a crime, there must be informants and evidence.

Mr. Hoff's mood is very bad now. This is a very bad piece of news.

Chali opened his mouth, not knowing what to say or what to do.

Another gentleman could understand him, "Wanting to change the result can only let the mayor revoke his decision, but we can't persuade him."

They just hammered people down, and before Councilor Williams became Mayor Williams, he was also part of the Bay Area, so this statement is valid.

Mr. Hoff frowned, "What if we take out some things to exchange with him?"

Someone replied, "Perhaps there is this possibility, we can try..."

Several people talked about some possibilities that might make the mayor change his mind intermittently, but specifically how, they need to talk about it themselves. At this time, Du Ke also arrived at the police station. He had now been appointed as deputy chief by Chief Bulu to assist him in managing and controlling the entire police station.

In Hunter's chief office, quite a few people had gathered.

The faces of these people all carried excited and ecstatic expressions, more than half of whom were from the Imperial District Branch and were all old subordinates of Chief Bulu.

Now that he had been promoted to City Police Chief, these loyal subordinates would naturally be promoted as well.

There was also a part, led by Nate, local police officers of the city bureau. They had maintained an okay relationship with Bulu, and now seeing Bulu really become chief, they all swayed over.

Whether in the political arena or in the police station, there is no lack of such fence-sitters, who fall to whichever side the wind is stronger.

But for Chief Bulu now, he still needed these people very much.

He was looking at the list of police management in his hand, and then handed the list to Nate, "Brother, circle out Chali's die-hards."

The eyes of everyone around were focused on him, which made his heart beat fast. While holding a pen and slowly circling the names of those police officers, he asked in as stable a tone as possible, "How do you intend to deal with these people?"

Actually, it wasn't how he intended to deal with these people, but how Lansi intended to deal with these people.

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Lansi already had a plan. Chief Bulu knew some of it. Before he was sure whether Nate and the people around him had really defected, he wouldn't tell the truth.

"I currently intend to observe them first. If they are obedient and willing to work earnestly, I can give them a chance!"

He looked at the others, "We are all graduates of the police academy, we are all alumni, God can't break our relationship, right?"

The faces of those fence-sitters had some more smiles, and they praised his "wisdom" one after another.

Only he and Du Ke knew that a real "cleaning" was coming.

The important position of police chief didn't fall into Chali's hands, which set off a round of invisible storms in the entire New Jincheng.

The Koda family, which had originally planned to attack Lansi's stronghold, directly suspended the attack plan and began to gather manpower.

They didn't know how Lansi was going to deal with them. Before, they had joined hands with the police to pit Lansi in a big way. If Lansi also did the same in turn, they couldn't withstand it either.

Several high-standard bars of the Koda family directly announced temporary closure, the reason being that they needed to redecorate, just to avoid encountering the same situation.

Just when they were all guessing what Lansi was going to do next, Lansi had already taken a car to the capital.

The capital of Likai State is Manton, where the state government is located, and it is also the core of Likai State's politics and the core of the former economy.

The entire Manton has seventeen administrative districts, with a population of nearly two million. It is the largest city in Likai State.

However, maybe this year to next year, the title of the largest city will be taken away by New Jincheng.

More and more refugees and illegal immigrants have entered New Jincheng through various channels. From the talks between the federal government and some international organizations, the federal government is very likely to keep these people until the end of the war.

It seems like there is no problem, but who knows when the war will end, and who can be clear about whether these people are willing to leave the Federation after the war?

This exists as a great unknown, but regardless, the sharp increase in the population of New Jincheng is a fact.

Some residents of Manton even have opinions on this. They feel that the title of the largest city is about to be taken away is their shame, and some people proposed to let Manton be the main force for receiving refugees...

Well, I hope their petition can be realized.

The motorcade entered the hotel in the center of Manton. After Lansi rested briefly, he took a car to a villa in the suburbs.

The area where the villa is located pays great attention to privacy. The villas can hardly see each other, let alone peek at each other's lives.

After the car stopped steadily, Rice took Ma Duoer into the villa and met the person he wanted to see on this trip—the Attorney General of Likai State, Terry Elliott.

Terry Elliott is forty-nine years old and is still in his "prime." He has platinum-colored hair, and his eyebrows are light gold. He is a very Federation person!

As soon as he entered the door, he enthusiastically shook hands with Lansi. The State Attorney General is a very, very important position, but compared to the "rising stars" in Congress, it is still quite a bit worse.

Everyone has a desire to advance. Terry is also such a person. He hopes that he can go further, so he needs more help, help from Congress.

"Mr. Lansi, please come in!"

Before Lansi arrived here, he had figured out Lansi's identity, in great detail, including Lansi's illegal immigration to the Empire, but he used the loopholes in federal law to turn himself into a Federation person, all of which were figured out by him.

Officer Braden didn't hide this secret in his heart when facing the superior level of the State Prosecutor's Office, but said it generously.

It was precisely because he knew this series of Lansi's methods that the Attorney General didn't look down on this young man at all.

Not to mention that he also had a relationship with Congress!

Sometimes he really wanted to know, how did a person at the very bottom of society touch the very top?

Of course, he wouldn't ask, only in the future getting along, slowly digging into these secrets.

After Lansi shook hands with him, he entered the room.

This is the place where the Attorney General usually entertains secretly. There is only one person in the entire villa, not even a butler.

He didn't know what Lansi came to him for. However, he was very careful. Sitting in this position, he knew very well that maybe because of one or two moments of numbness, he would cause big trouble for himself.

"I heard that you are also a baseball fan, Attorney General?", before the formal topic started, some pleasantries were always needed.

The Attorney General also nodded and admitted this, "I am a loyal fan of the Silver Mountain team. I have the signed baseball bats and caps used by their hitters when they won the championship in previous years, as well as the championship ball!"

In the Federation, if you don't know what a person, especially a man, likes, then talking to him about baseball is right!

If he doesn't like baseball, talk to him about football, weapons, hunting, fishing...

There is always one he likes!

Lansi smiled and motioned for Ma Duoer to bring the long box in his hand, and at the same time said, "This is my first visit, I don't know what I should bring as a gift, so I brought a baseball bat, I hope you like it!"

A baseball bat?

When hearing this gift, the Attorney General couldn't talk about how disappointed he was, because some baseball bats, especially signed bats used by Hall of Fame players, were not cheap.

But he wasn't looking forward to it either, because even a signed bat from a Hall of Fame player's championship game would cost at most a few thousand to ten thousand at most.

He was actually quite satisfied with the gift Lansi chose. As long as Lansi didn't send him a nine-dollar-and-ninety-cent metal baseball bat from a store, he could roughly accept it.

After all, this was their first formal contact.

When Ma Duoer placed the box used to hold the baseball bat on the coffee table, the Attorney General was slightly surprised, because he could perceive from the slight shaking of the coffee table that the box was very heavy.

He looked at Lansi somewhat uncomprehendingly. Lansi turned the box in a direction and motioned for him to open it.

The Attorney General looked at Lansi for a while, then took a deep breath, opened it, and immediately his mouth slowly opened, his face also went from calm to shock to showing a smile, and finally said, "This thing..."

He reached out and touched the pure gold baseball bat in the box, tried it, and one hand really couldn't lift it. How heavy is this damn thing?

He didn't know, but he knew that this gift was very thoughtful.

"It's just an ordinary baseball bat, I hope you like it."

The Attorney General licked his lips. Although he shook his head slightly, the expression on his face didn't mean "shake his head."

"Honestly, I like it very much!"

A prosecutor, having at least two luxury villas, he must not be clean!

Sending money, he might not like it, but sending a pure gold baseball bat, he definitely wouldn't hate it!

The Attorney General closed the box again, "Can you trouble this friend to send it to the room inside?"

Lansi gave Ma Duoer a look, and the latter carried the box into a room inside, and then walked out.

In this gap, the Attorney General said with a smile, "I am also very familiar with the senator. You are his friend, so you are my friend."

"Don't call me Attorney General, call me Terry!"

Making friends is just that simple!