Chapter 544: Wealth Should Not Be Exposed 66610

Chali chose a seat in the motel restaurant facing the main entrance, with a small kitchen door behind him.

Having been an old police officer for decades, many things had already been deeply ingrained in his bones.

No matter who it was, as long as they came in from the main entrance, he could see them at the first moment.

But at the same time, no matter who it was, as long as they came in from the main entrance and wanted to walk to his side, it would take about fifteen meters of distance.

The briefcase he placed on the table was made of steel plates on both sides. The briefcase had no password and could be spread out at the first moment, forming a short-term cover.

This way, whether he drew the weapon from the holster in his bosom to fight back, or turned around and rushed out from the small kitchen door to leave, he had enough time to respond.

There were some people in the restaurant. Spring had come, and people had been hiding at home for a whole winter, starting to think about leaving home to go out and walk around.

New Jincheng City was one of the best choices. There were a few of the best beaches on the East Coast, as well as casinos, the Starlight District—that was one of the best choices for vacation and tourism!

Many people drove toward New Jincheng City.

Between the two lanes of the federal interstate highway, there were no guardrails that couldn't be crossed, and people could drive however they wanted.

Although the survival rate of car accidents on state highways was very low, at least this was very free!

So whether they were going to New Jincheng City or leaving New Jincheng City, when they needed to rest or eat, they would choose the nearest motel, regardless of the direction they were going or leaving.

Chali observed the people here while eating. He actually knew an old judge.

That old judge was previously a judge of the Likai State Court of Appeals. He had a certain network and reputation in the state's judicial field, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up this idea.

Not to mention how much money it would cost to ask the old judge to help him solve this problem, whether he could solve it was still a question!

Chali and those masters in the Bay Area thought roughly the same. They didn't think Lans could promote this matter. In the rearmost part they were unwilling to admit, yet had to think about, there was a big hand controlling all of this.

The Williams family.

It must be him!

Chali thought his guess was very reasonable. Even if he solved this current problem, after Councilor Williams took office and became mayor, what would he do?

Lans was his person, and Bulu was Lans's person. Once he lost the basic police base, Chali would completely lose his value in the eyes of those masters in the Bay Area.

Municipal Councilor?

This was something they could create at will. Anyone could be a councilor, but this person must be able to provide them with many services, especially services involving law enforcement agencies.

Once he had no value, it was highly likely he would be like those people he had handled who had no value.

On some moonless night, then shot in the back of the head by someone, or struck by a hammer, and finally stuffed into a gasoline drum and tossed into Angel Lake.

After thinking clearly about this point, Chali decided to leave immediately, absolutely not staying.

Just like that year when he was in his thirties and entered the basement of a late gentleman, seeing the corpse tortured to blood and flesh, he decisively walked over, cut her open, put her into a travel bag, and took her away.

He didn't have the slightest hesitation, took all the money, sat in the car, and walked directly out of the city.

To hide the fact that he was running away, he even specifically arranged the work for the next few days for his municipal councilor office, and only then ran away.

This departure was highly likely not to return, and he also lost a large sum of money.

Although a bit unwilling, at least the person was alive.

The money he had earned over these years, besides what was left on the surface in New Jincheng, the rest had been transferred out through some relatively reasonable methods—bearer bonds and bearer stocks.

These things could be cashed out at any time, very convenient.

Actually, he had considered many years ago that there would be such a day. No one was a winner forever, but when this day really came, it still made him feel uncomfortable.

He shouldn't have left the field so sadly.

Swallowing the hamburger in his mouth, his expression changed slightly. He thought this hamburger would be very hard to eat. After all, how good could the food in a motel be?

But unexpectedly, the beef patty was very fresh and delicious. That taste was very much like the taste of hamburger beef patties only found in high-end restaurants.

He ordered a set meal, a hamburger, some french fries, and a glass of lemonade with sugar added.

He looked at the simple dinner, thinking that he still had a long way to go, and then raised his hand, "Sorry..."

The girl who was talking to a young man by the bar walked over, holding the restaurant's menu book, "Sir, is there anything I can serve you?"

The girl said these words with a bit of a lazy tone. Chali did a bit of reading comprehension before understanding, "I noticed you have steak here...", he glanced at the menu on the bar.

The girl looked back and nodded, "Yes, steak, do you need it?"

"Bring one, I'll eat here. Also prepare two sets of this set meal and two steaks, and water. I want to take them away from here."

The girl quickly recorded his request in the menu book, "So that's a total of three steaks, one to eat now, two to take away, and then two basic set meals to take away, right?"

Chali nodded and said, "Seems like that. How much do I need to pay you for these?"

The girl calculated simply, steak was sixty-nine cents a portion, the set meal was only thirty cents, totaling... she wrote and drew for a good while before getting a number, "Two dollars and sixty-seven cents, sir." "Check or cash?"

Check?

He didn't know if those accounts had been checked, but no matter what, he wouldn't use the checks under those account names casually now.

Even if he wanted to use them, it would be a few years later, and he wouldn't even use them himself, directly handing them to a money laundering group to wash them clean before using them.

He had cash on him. Cash was currently the most difficult transaction method to trace.

He took out his wallet, took out three dollars from it, and handed it over, "The rest is your tip."

The girl was stunned for a moment, "You are really generous, sir," she said, walking a few steps closer to the table, slightly lifting her skirt, revealing her thighs, "Maybe you want to rest after eating?"

This was actually quite normal. During this period, the female waitresses in restaurants on the side of the interstate highway doing part-time work as call girls after work was a universally existing phenomenon.

She saw that there was a thick stack of banknotes in Chali's wallet. She didn't want the tip of thirty cents more, but more money!

Ten dollars, or even twenty dollars!

Chali didn't react for a while. He was already over sixty, yet someone was selling herself to him, but soon he took out another two dollars and handed it over, "Sorry, I don't need it, but thank you for your kindness."

Please... you.... collect_(!)

The girl looked at those two dollars for a few seconds before taking them. The teasing expression on her face faded, and she put down her skirt, "Disturbed you, sir."

She returned to the bar, handed the menu recording Chali's needs to the young cook in the restaurant kitchen, and then was busy serving other guests.

It was meal time now, so there were quite a few people in the restaurant. Chali soon ate his steak, which was indeed delicious.

There should be a small ranch behind the motel. These were all raised by themselves, or there were ranches around, and fresh beef could be sent every day.

Ingredients, as long as they were fresh and healthy enough, they must be delicious.

He had been to a slaughterhouse. Those butchers killed the cows and cut the meat into strips, placing them on the table.

Even without any processing, one could smell the rich meaty fragrance from this meat.

He ate very satisfactorily. If there could be a little wine, it would be even better, but he wouldn't make some unusual moves at this time. This would make him be subconsciously remembered by some people.

After eating, he needed to rest for a while and opened a room in the motel.

The girl stood by the window and kept looking at him, until she saw him enter the room on the first floor, before she withdrew her gaze.

"What's wrong?", the cook in the kitchen asked.

They were boyfriend and girlfriend. Of course, he also knew that the girl was doing call girl work, but this was their way of life.

The satisfaction brought by money was enough to make up for the loss caused by others occasionally entering his garden. Sometimes he would even feel excited because of this!

He also looked out the window through the oily window and didn't find anything unusual.

The girl withdrew her gaze, "That old man, his wallet is full of money, such a thick stack!"

She gestured with her hand, obviously exaggerating a bit.

Her boyfriend didn't believe it at all, "That old man looks very ordinary, how could he have so much money? I won't be fooled!"

But the girl said very seriously, "I swear by my grandmother, this is true."

"And many are twenty-dollar bills, and he has a briefcase by his side..."

The cook's expression underwent a subtle change, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "You mean, the briefcase is also full of money?"

Inexplicably, his heartbeat started to race.

Guarding this damn place to do this work seemed to be quite good, but in reality, their income was extremely limited; otherwise, he wouldn't let his girlfriend do temporary call girl work.

Those big truck drivers weren't some gentle white-collar workers. They were all people who jumped up and kicked. Sometimes if they hit the particularly rude kind, they wouldn't be able to close their eyes for two or three days!

Now, she told him that the old man's wallet was full of money, and it was possible the briefcase was also full of money. How could he not be moved?

He covered his chest to keep his heart from jumping out, "You... what do you intend to do?"

The girl was a bit annoyed, "He refused me!"

The cook took a deep breath, "Damn it, this old thing!", his eyes gradually became a bit vicious.

So much money, if this opportunity was missed, perhaps he wouldn't have another chance in his life!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 545 =====