Chapter 579: Someone is always experiencing suffering

In the room, Lan Si sat opposite Bandi, the two looking at each other.

Of course, there was no sweet atmosphere here, and of course, the air wasn't that explosive!

The meeting between the two was much more peaceful than others had imagined.

Lan Si crossed his legs, nodded slightly, and answered the question Bandi had just raised. "Yes, it's just as you said."

"The Koda family and you have grown up together with the most important thirty years of this city. You and a certain part of it are highly overlapping."

"The good, the bad, the ones under the sun, the ones in the shadows—people will be afraid."

"If it were me, I would also be afraid of someone knowing my secrets, especially when I don't want anyone to know these secrets."

"Will he expose my secrets and ruin my reputation?"

"Or does he intend to use this secret to blackmail me, making me lose my status and self in front of him."

"I don't know what he will do, but I know one point—"

Lan Si leaned his body forward slightly and tilted his head, lowering his voice as if he were whispering. "As long as I kill him, no one will have those problems that make me uneasy."

He finished speaking with a trace of a smile on his face, sat back down, and the expression on his face quickly faded, becoming indifferent again. "Originally, I had planned to wait a little longer to see if there were more people you would push over, voluntarily or involuntarily, to get involved in this game."

"But when you made such a choice at great risk, I knew we were already prepared."

Bandi looked at Lan Si. Lan Si was even younger than his son, but when facing Lan Si, he didn't feel like he was facing a young person.

He knew what Lan Si meant by "all prepared." He was already prepared to accept the result of failure.

The two stared at each other for a while. Bandi didn't want to bow his head and admit defeat to a young person younger than his son. He deliberately said, "Maybe that's just what you think?"

Lan Si spread his hands. "Some things don't matter whether 'you think' or 'I think.' They have already gone to find Fleming."

Bandi's expression became visibly nervous. He wanted to pretend he didn't care, wanted to reveal a smile and then mock Lan Si, "This is useless to him," but his smile was just squeezed out before it disappeared.

He couldn't maintain that smile he didn't admit to. He was afraid, worried; he couldn't smile.

His expression became somewhat panicked. "This is all my decision; they are innocent."

Lan Si shook his head. "No one is innocent."

This made the unease in his heart even stronger. "What do you want?" He could only take the initiative to propose this basic condition for "reconciliation," letting Lan Si name his price.

Lan Si seemed to have thought of something. He smiled and said, "Last time I named a price, but you refused."

An ordinary sentence, a sentence used to sting him, made Bandi truly feel the regret like a sting!

If he had agreed at that time, would there have been no such twists and turns?

Would they have been able to leave safely together?

"I..." He lowered his head and rubbed his cheeks with both hands. "I accept your offer now."

The look in Lan Si's eyes was filled with a kind of cheap pity. "Now it's a different price."

Bandi had no qualification to refuse.

During the free time waiting for the lawyer and other relevant personnel, Bandi asked about the question of Shi Dong.

He was also very curious, curious why Shi Dong would betray him, until Lan Si said he had been killed twice.

Bandi, who had been hating Shi Dong regardless of how he defended him, suddenly didn't hate him so much, and even understood him a little.

The fear of being killed twice in a row was enough to make many people collapse. Thinking about it now, none of this could be blamed on Shi Dong.

Having let go, for a time, his whole person seemed to have calmed down.

Not long after, under the filming of multiple lawyers and camera lenses, Bandi first confirmed his mental state—not drinking, not using anesthesia or sedative-type drug injections.

Not under any threat, and possessing full behavioral capacity and able to bear responsibility.

Subsequently, he signed a series of transfer agreements, transferring the remaining operating rights of the five casino licenses to Lan Si for operation.

The price was... one dollar.

During this period, some documents were also signed, but these weren't filmed; they belonged to another part.

After confirming again and again with the lawyer that these things had legal effect, Lan Si slowly stood up.

He reached out his hand, waiting for Bandi to come over and shake his hand. "You made a correct choice this time, Bandi."

Bandi sighed. "I hope so too."

He didn't seem to trust Lan Si, but Lan Si didn't care about such things at all. "Then there is one last thing. Have you done your psychological construction?"

Bandi nodded. "I am always prepared."

Lan Si patted his arm, gave him an affirmative look, and left the room.

Bandi's lawyer didn't quite understand what their conversation meant, but Bandi didn't have the desire to explain, just telling him he could leave.

Soon the lawyer left with his team. At the same time, he told Bandi that Shi Dong didn't want to see him, and he couldn't come out.

He didn't continue to insist. After knowing that Shi Dong didn't owe him and the family anything, his whole state was very relaxed.

The news that Lan Si and Bandi talked in the interrogation room for more than forty minutes didn't know who spread it out. Chief Bulu was said to have been angry about this, but he strangely didn't pursue who released this news.

However, when some people spread this news, they would actively perfect it, which was also what many rumor-mongers liked to do most.

They would process the rumors they heard, making them look more reasonable, more in line with their own cognition of this matter, before taking them out for further dissemination.

This also led to the fact that many times, the reason why rumors could spread rapidly was because the people who fabricated them knew what people really wanted, and could make those places that people thought were unreasonable become reasonable.

This news once again made the Bay Area somewhat restless, which also made them hate Charlie again.

If it weren't for Charlie losing the law enforcement department, they wouldn't be as passive as they were now.

As the most basic armed force of the city, the role and importance of the law enforcement department absolutely exceeded people's imagination.

They blamed Charlie one after another, feeling that Charlie had messed everything up, but ignored the core reason for Charlie's downfall, which appeared in these people themselves.

However, fortunately, they still knew some police officers over these years. As the embodiment of the "evil" of capital, they always firmly believed that there was no one in this world who couldn't be bought.

Even the President could be bought by big capital consortiums, let alone them just wanting to buy a small police officer.

In the evening, a police officer returned home somewhat exhausted. His situation recently had been very bad.

His family member had a serious illness and needed to see a doctor. He did make an appointment with the doctor; he used a little small means.

As a police officer, he also had a little privilege, although these privileges didn't look like privileges in others' eyes.

The doctor told him that there was a tumor on his wife's body, and there might be more; now it was worsening.

The hospital's suggestion was to surgically remove these tumors and then use some new drugs to see if she could be saved from the hands of the God of Death.

But these required money, a lot of money.

The Federation's medical system had long been monopolized by medical capital groups. From doctors to hospitals to drugs, everyone in every link was seeking more profits!

The doctor gave him a preferential price: 50,000 dollars.

With the progress of medical equipment, more doctors had begun to invest in the research of cancer.

Of course, they wouldn't realize that this disease wasn't something humans could solve; at least within a hundred or even two hundred years, it would be very hard to have any effective means.

However, they also came up with some therapies, such as the most common cutting and radiation substance irradiation; these all required a lot of money.

And the patients would also be very painful.

He loved his wife deeply and could only find ways to solve it. Even if he planned to sell the house, there was still a long way to go from that astonishing astronomical figure.

Thinking of his wife lying on the bed from time to time revealing a painful expression, thinking of her always crying while telling him not to waste more money on her.

He had an indescribable pain. He wanted to save his wife, no matter what price he had to pay!

He had just parked the car, and before he had time to get out, someone pulled open the passenger door and sat in.

He looked somewhat stunned at the young man sitting in the passenger seat and reached out to grab the handgun placed in the armrest box.

In this "heaven-like country" of the Federation, you have to carefully deal with the problems that appear around you at any time, treat them carefully, and use the most vicious thoughts to speculate on others' purposes; this is the key to your survival.

It was just that his hand had already grabbed the handgun, but in the end, he couldn't take it out because the young man sitting in the passenger seat grabbed his wrist. He tried to use force, but it had no effect.

That young man looked at him and said, "If I were you, before I was angered by you, I wouldn't do the stupid things you are doing now."

This sentence indicated his purpose. He wasn't here to hurt anyone. The two stared at each other for a while, and the police officer let go of his hand.

The young man grabbed his wrist and slowly lifted it until his hand was taken out of the armrest box.

Then the young man closed the armrest box. "Look, it's not that hard!"

The police officer retracted his hand. He put both hands on the steering wheel, using this way to tell the young man in the passenger seat that he didn't intend to do anything dangerous.

In the Federation's terrible environment, making others believe you have no malice is very important!

They will empty the magazine because you just wanted to take out your identification but couldn't see your hands.

They will also make you "stop" forever because they hope to keep a distance from you, but you walked a few steps forward.

So his approach was very textbook-level, very correct.

"I don't know you."

The young man nodded and said, "Yes, actually I don't know you either, but I know what you need."

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The police officer asked, "What do I need?"

"Money!" The young man said very bluntly the word he didn't want to hear but was extremely eager for in his heart, and also added an adjective: "A lot of money!"

The police officer didn't speak, just moved his gaze away. He had already begun to struggle.

The young man seemed to feel his struggling heart, and there was a bit more victory smile on his face. "I can give you 50,000 dollars, you help me do one thing."

The police officer turned his head back sharply to look at him. "Cash?"

"Cash!" he affirmed.

The police officer took a deep breath. "50,000 is not enough, it needs to be 100,000."

The young man was a bit unresponsive to his active counter-offer, and after two seconds, he said with a half-smile, "You are very greedy!"

He was a bit annoyed—100,000 dollars!

Although this money wasn't for him to pay, if the old men knew he came to talk in person and the result was 100,000 dollars, they would feel he was a person with no use.

This little matter actually used up so much money!

Instead of him feeling 100,000 dollars was too much, or this guy was too greedy, it was that simple.

The police officer shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know what you want me to do, but I know that 50,000 dollars is enough to buy many people to sell their lives for you in the New Port District."

"This shows that what you want me to do is worth this price."

"I very likely won't be able to come back after doing this thing. I need to prepare for my wife's future life. 50,000 dollars, for a lifetime for her and me, I don't think it's much."

The young man was silent after listening. He had to admit that this guy's words made a lot of sense.

As long as he did it, he would definitely be found out; this was absolute.

Suddenly he felt that 100,000 dollars wasn't much.

He thought for a while and agreed. "I need you to send a cup of coffee to Bandi."

The police officer instinctively wanted to say he couldn't contact Bandi, but before he opened his mouth, he thought of that 100,000 dollars.

The young man also continued, "I've inquired, he can pass by from his side usually, you just need to hand a cup of coffee to him."

"No one will notice these things; this is the only thing you need to do."

"After doing these things, whether you go to surrender or run away, that has nothing to do with me; I just want to see the result."

The police officer nodded. "Can do."

He paused. "When will you give me the money?"

The young man watched his expression, confirming that at least he didn't look like he was lying or defrauding, and said, "Anytime, anywhere."

Inexplicably, a relaxed smile appeared on his face. "Then as soon as possible, I can't wait!"

His wife couldn't wait either!

He got out of the car, returned to the room, and called their attending physician directly.

He said he had already gotten the money and asked when the surgery could be done. The doctor told him within a week.

Now many people are researching cancer because cancer cells are very unique, and people hope to discover more amazing things from related research, such as business opportunities.

Vaccines and specialized surgeries are always one of the most profitable businesses for medical groups, followed by various chemical synthetic drugs with serious dependency.

Low cost, explosive profits.

So when such cases appear, there will be doctors willing to perform surgery.

The police officer went to the bedroom. His wife was lying on the bed, the whole person already spiritless from being tortured by cancer, and her skin was already showing a kind of unhealthy, withered white.

He walked over, sat at the head of the bed, and gently stroked his wife's withered yellow hair. "There is good news."

His wife barely opened her eyes. "What is it?"

The police officer had a full face of smiles. "You are saved. The hospital side said you are a very rare case, and they are willing to treat you for free, while also hoping to study your disease."

A smile appeared on his wife's face, but it quickly turned into suspicion. "You didn't... do something, and lie to me that the hospital is treating me for free, right?"

She knew her husband too well.

And the police officer raised his hand. "Dear, what do you think I could do to scrape together 50,000 dollars in such a short time?"

"Even if we sold our house, we could only scrape together half!"

His wife also gave birth to some longing to live. "So... all this is true."

"True!"

"They will come to pick you up soon. You know I'm very busy during this time; I can't accompany you all the time."

"But I promise, after your surgery is over, I will go to see you at the first moment!"

His wife supported her thin body and sat up, hugging him. "Thanks to the merciful and omnipotent Lord, my illness is saved..."

That night, perhaps because this news was too good, in order to better and more actively deal with the surgery, she ate some things and quickly fell into a coma.

The police officer at the door intercepted a suitcase and a small box from the police officer's hand.

"Inside is the medicine, there are two pills, you have one chance to fail."

"The rest is your reward. I hope you can understand one point, and that is that our money is not something you can take casually."

"We have ways to get it back in various ways, do you understand what I mean?"

The police officer opened the bag containing the money without hesitation, counted it, and then nodded. "The money is no problem."

He didn't care at all what the young man said. The young man originally wanted to say something more, but finally closed his mouth. "Waiting for your good news."

The police officer nodded.

The next morning, the ambulance came here, and they sent the police officer's wife onto the ambulance.

The husband and wife were very reluctant to part, but they also made an appointment.

After the police officer was busy with things during this time, he would go to visit her as quickly as possible.

He took a day off, first paid all the medical expenses, and then divided the remaining money, of which 40,000 dollars were used to purchase four different investment funds with relatively good reputations.

They promised to give at least 5.5% of the investment amount as a return every year, which added up to about 2,000 dollars.

Even if one or two companies didn't complete the expected profit, as long as another one, or even one, was satisfied, his wife wouldn't be unable to live because of this.

There was also 10,000 dollars, which were deposited into several anonymous accounts, which could be considered as funds for just in case.

After doing all this, he tidied himself up again, took the small box the young man gave him, and returned to the police station.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 580 =====