Chapter 548: Party and Mobilization 66612

Chali panted, looking at the person outside the car. He wore a mask, but even so, he could still "see" him through that person's eyes.

This was a young man, his eyes devoid of the slightest awe for life, nor any confusion about the future. He simply stood there calmly, then raised a pistol to do a simple thing.

For some reason, seeing this young man, Chali felt as if he were seeing his former self in a trance.

He was like a child who had lost his way, constantly spinning in an upward maze, until someone found him and pointed out the direction.

This path was not easy to walk, but looking at the faint light at the end of the road, he knew it was a brand-new world!

In order to head toward that brand-new world, no matter how difficult the path was, he had firmly taken his own steps.

He, Chali, would eventually break through some barriers and enter the next stage of his life.

No matter what was blocking his path ahead, he would eventually overcome it!

He moved forward with the courage of never retreating. The thorns of reality did not block his steps; instead, they made him even stronger.

He never once thought he would fall somewhere along this path; he was bound to enter the next stage of his life.

Until this moment.

He sat in the car, blood continuously flowing from the wound on his head caused by the violent collision of the vehicle.

He was like a trapped beast, representing "yesterday."

The young man outside the car had clean, bright eyes, filled with the same determination he once had, representing the future.

This was a conversation that spanned time, between him and his past self.

Their gazes met. Chali opened his mouth, wanting to say something, and immediately after, the sound of gunfire rang out. He looked down and saw a hole in the white shirt on his chest, with fresh blood rapidly gushing out from within.

Then came a few more clanging gunshots. He didn't feel pain, but his strength inexplicably vanished.

He slowly leaned back against the seat, looking at the young man outside the car, shaking his head slightly. He wanted to tell him that this path was not easy to walk.

But he didn't even have the strength to speak, only able to shake his head slightly.

The young man withdrew his weapon and, along with the people around him, turned and quickly returned to the large truck.

Perhaps the sound of gunfire woke the officer sitting in the driver's seat. He was also covered in blood, shards of window glass having cut his brow, and blood was slowly flowing down.

He shook his head, then revealed an expression of pain, raised his hand to touch his brow, and gasped.

It only took a few seconds for his eyes to go from confusion to clarity. He remembered what had happened before he lost consciousness, and then, turning his head, he saw Chali in the back seat, on the verge of death.

"Fuck!" He quickly drew his revolver and pulled the trigger at the large truck that had already started moving, but it was of no use.

The two trucks quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

He turned to look at Chali, trying to use his hand to plug the bullet hole in his body. "Hold on, they'll be here soon."

He said words of comfort, but both he and Chali knew that whether he held on or not had no meaning.

He was a goner.

Chali tightly gripped his wrist, staring at him fiercely, seemingly having many things to say, but ultimately unable to utter them.

Ten seconds later, the officer felt the strength in Chali's hand vanish in an instant, and it dropped naturally.

He was dead.

Silently watching Chali, the officer climbed out through the empty car window. Standing by the car, he took out a crumpled cigarette case and pulled out a crumpled cigarette.

"You must be a big shot!" he said.

Unfortunately, Chali could no longer answer any of his questions. Of course, even if he were alive, he wouldn't have answered.

He glanced at Chali, then looked at the other injured officers, a feeling of unpleasantness growing in his heart.

This was the first time someone had silenced an important witness right in front of him.

His speculation that Chali was a big shot also came from this—they didn't even hesitate to manufacture such a car accident just to finish off Chali; it could only be said that Chali was truly a big shot.

The Highway Police Bureau discovered that the car sent to pick up Chali hadn't returned for a long time and immediately arranged for police cars to search. About forty minutes after Chali died, the police found them.

Afterward, they were all sent to a nearby clinic. Fortunately, everyone only suffered some superficial injuries and their lives were not in danger.

As for Chali, his body had already gone cold.

The bullet pierced his lung. The medical examiner was a bit uncertain in the autopsy report whether to write that he choked to death on his own blood or that he died from excessive blood loss. In any case, he was dead...

Past five o'clock, the sky had already begun to darken. Daylight saving time meant it would get dark later. People on the road watched several buses driving from the city center toward the Bay Area.

Some young people who knew some inside information felt so envious and jealous that their eyes turned red; they recognized these buses.

They belonged to different modeling agencies. To put it nicely, the main work of these companies was to package those young, beautiful girls so they could have better development in the fashion industry.

To put it bluntly, they were the largest escort companies in New Jincheng, and those so-called models were nothing more than toys in the eyes of the wealthy and powerful in the Bay Area.

With so many cars, there must be a grand party in the Bay Area tonight!

Unfortunately, this kind of party had nothing to do with ordinary people for their entire lives. They didn't even have the qualifications to take a look, only able to imagine the happiness of those wealthy and powerful people out of thin air. Chali was dead.

This should have been bad news, but for the people in the Bay Area, it turned into good news.

Because they had all heard from various sources, or knew personally, that Chali being caught was only a matter of time.

The order was given directly by the Attorney General of the State Prosecutor's Office; as long as Chali wasn't dead, he would definitely be caught.

Once he was caught, no one could be sure if he would divulge some unsettling information, so a dead Chali was always more reassuring than a living one.

Now that the biggest crisis was resolved, the wealthy and powerful in the Bay Area would naturally hold a party to celebrate, just like the countless times before.

Solve a problem, and hold a party.

Director Chief Bulu soon learned of this news as well. The speed at which the news traveled back was slightly later than the Bay Area side.

Because they still had to search and rescue, and investigate clearly, but the result hadn't changed: Chali was dead.

Dead during the process of being escorted.

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Besides this news, there was another piece of news, a piece of news that was somewhat unexpected to him.

He received a transfer application. The officer in charge of the Homicide Office of the Highway Police Bureau, a Deputy Sheriff, requested a transfer to the New Jincheng Police Department.

If one were to say the Interstate Highway Police weren't important, they were, after all, maintaining the highway order of the entire state and also managing criminal acts occurring on the highways.

Even an office head was a Deputy Sheriff, which showed their "status" was high.

But to say how important they were, or how high their status was, that wasn't necessarily true, because if they wanted to come into the city, they still needed to be accepted here.

By logic, this matter would likely not be approved; otherwise, it wouldn't be long before many people would be submitting reports.

Compared to patrolling on the highways, driving for an entire day, they would rather patrol in the city.

Find an alley, duck into it, and then have a donut and milk with coffee at hand, along with a newspaper or magazine, and one could waste an entire day.

This was the life the officers dreamed of.

In the transfer application, he also talked about the reason for this application: he wanted to uphold justice...

Looking at that application, Director Chief Bulu suddenly felt it was somewhat funny.

Justice, was that something anyone could uphold?

But for some reason, he should have thrown this application into the trash heap, but inexplicably, he didn't do so.

He lit a cigarette, read it twice more, and then placed it there.

"Lanse, it's me..."

"There's some bad news. Chali has been silenced. The news I got from the Highway Police side is that two large trucks rammed them off the highway, and then someone shot Chali at close range."

"... Yeah, that's right, that's roughly it. I've already had people bring his body back."

"Good, I'll keep an eye on them to find out; he'll definitely leave behind some evidence."

"Also, there's one thing I'm not too sure about. There's a...", he looked down at the application materials on the table, "someone from the Highway Police Bureau side wants to transfer to our side. His reason states that he wants to catch the criminal who killed Chali."

"... Yes, he is one of the officers who was escorting Chali back and was in the car accident together. I wanted to ask for your opinion."

"Good, I know. Good, I understand."

Director Chief Bulu put down the receiver in his hand; the cigarette only had one last puff left.

He flipped open the application, hesitated for a moment on the last page, signed his name, and then threw this document into the "pending" document basket.

Someone would collect these documents when getting off work in the evening, and then they would be processed tomorrow.

He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. The shock Chali's death brought him far exceeded the calmness he displayed.

A person who had ruled the New Jincheng police force for forty years, said to be dead, was dead.

If it were said that he was just a small character before and didn't take these things to heart—the Bay Area, the struggles, all of these.

He might have been able to accept this result better than now.

But now, he was already sitting in this position, and he needed to consider things much more than before.

Some say a person cannot grow up overnight, unless he has to shoulder a burden that didn't belong to him in the first place!

He wanted to find something for these big shots in the Bay Area to do. He wasn't sure if an ordinary police officer could stir up some kind of waves, but he would let this person try.

Let those high-and-mighty big shots also feel the shock from the bottom of society!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 549 =====