Chapter 536: I am a good person! 6666

The sudden "arrest" and the cold muzzle pressed against his forehead made the branch chief of the Valley District break out in a cold sweat.

His two subordinates behind him had just stood up when they were disarmed.

The clerk didn't scream.

In this era, if you haven't experienced a few armed robberies—whether it's a gang coming to rob, or a patrol officer passing by looking for some pocket money.

No matter who it is, as long as you haven't been robbed, it's definitely not normal.

Being robbed, watching others being robbed, this is something that people at the bottom of society in this era have to experience.

Before, a reporter interviewed some people, especially those living in relatively poor neighborhoods, asking them what they thought the world would be like a hundred years later.

They described their yearning in their hearts with a smile. Everyone has different definitions of the future, but they are the same in one point.

There is no robbery in the future!

Well, skip this ridiculous question. The clerk's performance now is very normal. She even opened the cash box, preparing for the few police officers with weapons to borrow some pocket money when they left. She could take it out quickly without being pointed at by a muzzle.

Both sides are police, and reporting to the police doesn't make any sense.

The Valley District branch chief slowly raised his hands, "Do you know what you are doing?"

The police officer holding the gun against his head grinned, revealing a mouthful of slightly yellow teeth, and then raised the pistol in his hand and smashed it hard on his temple with the butt of the gun, "Motherfucker!"

"Shut up!"

He took out handcuffs and handcuffed the branch chief behind his back. The branch chief didn't struggle, because he knew very well that if the other side really beat him to death at this time, he would have died in vain.

He could only defend himself loudly, "Do you have an arrest warrant?"

"Who gave you the order to arrest me?"

"Holy crab, do you know what kind of price your behavior will make you pay!"

That police officer took the butt of the gun and smashed it on the branch chief's forehead again. With a dull thud, the branch chief's head swelled up.

Some wet and hot things flowed down from the place where he was smashed, making him feel itchy. He tilted his head and looked at the police officer in front of him with injured and ruthless eyes!

He wanted this police officer to know what the price of doing so was!

"You are dead!"

"Whether it's you, or Bulu, you, you guys, you are dead!"

A police officer standing behind curled his lips, "If I were you, I would shut up now. My brother's temper is not very good..."

The branch chief obediently shut his mouth, only his eyes still carried anger.

The three were pushed into the police car. Of course, no one paid for their lunch, and the clerk just shrugged.

Other customers looked at her, and she didn't look frustrated at all, "At least it's just not paying!"

Other customers all showed a trace of a smile, and someone echoed, "Yes, it's just not paying, you are lucky!"

Roughly similar scenes happened in many places. Branch chiefs, office chiefs, they were caught and taken away by another group of police officers in places they were familiar with. For a time, people didn't know what had happened.

Some people felt that the police had "infighting," and soon some rumors began to spread in the city.

The Valley District branch chief was taken to a room and tied to a chair, and then everyone left.

He sat there for a while, as if he had been forgotten.

Sometimes there were faint, almost imperceptible screams from outside the door, which made his heart beat faster and his whole body sweat, uneasy and terrified.

When the fear in his heart accumulated to a certain extent, he couldn't help but shout:

"Is anyone here?"

"Hi?"

"Hey!"

Just when he thought there might be no one to pay attention to him now, or there was no one here, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and Du Ke pushed the door and stood by the door, and then two young men and two young people walked in.

From these four people, he felt a completely different temperament and style!

As an old policeman, he had also solved quite a few cases in his life.

Although Chali is the "head," he doesn't put just any garbage in his pocket. He needs subordinates who are loyal and capable at the same time.

These old subordinates of his are all outstanding in business ability, otherwise they wouldn't have been chosen by Chali.

There was one person he couldn't see through, and the other three gave him a strange feeling, just like... students seeing a teacher!

There was a kind of uneasiness, not the uneasiness of life and death, but the uneasiness caused by other reasons, but he didn't know what it was.

"This person is Wali.", Du Ke's attitude was very humble.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the face of branch chief Wali. He felt inexplicably panicked and put his eyes on Du Ke.

"Did Bulu order you to catch me?"

"Do you have an arrest warrant?", he just looked at Du Ke's appearance and knew that they didn't have an arrest warrant. His tone became more forest-like, "Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"

Du Ke didn't answer, and didn't even look at him, just stood against the wall with a very respectful attitude.

He knew he must know the identity of these few people.

Lansi, and the prosecutor from the State Prosecutor's Office who came from Manton, to investigate the corruption case of the New Jincheng police force.

He didn't know Lansi actually had such a relationship, and he was more and more in awe of Lansi! At this time, Wali focused his eyes on that young man, looking at this young man with some suspicion.

He looked at this young man, and this young man also looked at him. The plain and moist eyes gave him great pressure.

He twisted his head very hard and moved his gaze away. He was at a disadvantage.

He wanted to stare back annoyedly, but the moment this thought arose, it was automatically extinguished.

Lansi motioned for them to ask. Dean nodded slightly, and his assistants began to enter the working state.

"Mr. Wali, I hope you can answer a few questions truthfully."

Wali didn't speak, but he was clearly listening.

"The first question, is there an interest delivery situation between you and Chali? Have you ever paid him bribes to obtain the promotion of your position in the police force?"

"The second question, have you ever helped Chali handle some cases in violation of regulations or laws, such as shielding suspects, using intimidation, threats, and other means to require victims to agree to mediation?"

"The third question, do you use Chali and the accidentally deceased Hunter as the axis of the interest group to manipulate the police force to seek benefits for you?"

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"The fourth question, have you ever received bribes to help some suspects escape punishment, and have you ever bribed others for convenience in work?"

"Please answer the four questions."

Wali turned his head to look at the wall, silent.

At this time, he had some enlightenment in his heart. These people were not coming for him, but for Chali!

His heart was very chaotic. He didn't expect things to change so fast. They actually... wanted to deal with Chali?

His gaze fell on those faces again, among which there were three people he hadn't even seen.

The Prosecutor's Office, the Judicial Bureau, and the Police Department were very familiar with each other and had cooperation.

If there is anyone in New Jincheng who is qualified to investigate Chali now, it is only the Prosecutor's Office and the Judicial Bureau, but the Prosecutor's Office and the Judicial Bureau... are all their own people, they couldn't possibly do this.

Then there is only one possibility.

His heart kept sinking. Although he vaguely heard last year that the state government was very dissatisfied with the police force because of the successive negative news in New Jincheng and wanted to investigate corruption, dereliction of duty, and other problems of the police force.

But half a year passed, and there was no news. They all thought that it was just to deal with the media and Congress at that time.

Even Chali gradually relaxed his vigilance. Unexpectedly, they really came.

Large beads of sweat flowed down Wali's temples. He really wanted to wipe the sweat, but his hands were handcuffed to the back of the chair and couldn't move.

Lansi stood on the side and continued to exert pressure, "Mr. Wali, as far as I know, the income of you and your wife is not enough to support you in buying a detached house with a yard in full, let alone your usual food and clothing."

"These things don't even need to be specially investigated. As long as you check your capital flow through the bank, a public servant bribery crime and job-related crime will not be less for you."

"You should be very clear about the end of being accused, right?"

Wali had already collapsed a bit. Once he was sentenced, he was very likely to be unable to leave prison alive.

He looked at Lansi, "Who are you?"

"I seem to have seen you."

Lansi smiled and replied, "Some people call me Mr. White, and some people call me Mr

Wali's eyes gradually widened, and he even started to experience tinnitus.

The "ying-ying-ying" style made the whole world turn into "ying-ying" monsters.

After a good while, his eyeballs finally began to move. He had heard many things related to Lanse, including events that had only just occurred.

Hunter was dead, blown into dozens of pieces; it is said that Lanse was the one who did it.

What was even more unsettling was that Hunter's wife and children had also disappeared.

In fact, the interstate highway police in other city sections had already issued a reward for information on the source of the bodies, but no one recognized the people in the sketches, so even now, the highway police do not know who the dead man and woman actually are.

There is a high probability that this case, like other highway murders, will be placed at the very bottom of the archives.

Not until some year, some month, when some killer feels the police are too incompetent, calls to summon a large number of media in advance, and under the media's attention, voluntarily surrenders and confesses to the crimes they committed, will the identities of these "John Does" and their encounters truly have a chance to surface.

Otherwise, there is a high probability that they will never be known or understood by anyone.

Wali was not Hunter, nor was he willing to become Hunter. The expression on his face could no longer be contained; it looked like fear, yet also like grievance, along with some anger and a bit of helplessness.

"I want to turn state's evidence and testify against Charlie in court, but I need a guarantee. I am willing to confess everything!"

A few minutes later, inside the room, Wali was earnestly confessing the issues. Outside the door, Dean wore a somewhat mocking smile, "It seems your name is very useful, Mr. Lanse, here in New Jincheng."

"Does it have some kind of magic?"

"I noticed that after this Mr. Wali heard your name, his attitude changed immediately!"

He took out a cigarette and handed it to Lanse. Lanse held the cigarette in his mouth, took out a match, and shrugged, "Maybe because they know I'm a good person?"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter...

(End of chapter)