Chapter 619: Chain Reaction Alliance Leader Naming: Dongyu Shiqing 3331

After Lans's motorcade disappeared into the darkness, Deruixi hugged his wife and returned to the room.

Only then did he notice that his wife's body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you?", he asked with concern.

Body trembling was obviously a manifestation of discomfort or illness. He was worried about whether his wife was sick.

It wasn't a good time to be sick right now, although it was quite absurd that getting sick in the Federation actually picked a time, but that was the fact.

A series of problems brought about by the war were continuously affecting society, in every aspect.

For example, the prices of various special effect drugs began to skyrocket, and they were very difficult to buy.

After the Federation joined the military alliance, the allied countries began to purchase various materials from the Federation in large quantities.

Because of the war, many of their own industrial production had completely stopped. They couldn't produce them themselves and could only purchase from the Federation.

And this was also an irreconcilable contradiction between the Federal Government and the Republic of Dantela.

Among many commodities, the export volume of medical supplies was the largest.

Although everyone was an ally within the same military alliance, this didn't mean the Federal Government would provide various precious drugs to allies for free.

Even if the Federal Government had this idea, wanting to use some materials to buy a good reputation, those capitalists and medical groups wouldn't allow them to do so.

They believed that before the war ended, it was impossible to determine whether the currencies of these countries would still be valuable in the future, so in the trade with these countries now, all medical items, especially some special effect drugs, were all traded by means of barter.

Drugs, exchanged for gold, jewelry, or something else, and they had to raise the price.

On one side was the relatively "cheap" civil medical market within the country, and on the other side was the "expensive" medical market traded with gold abroad. How to choose, they didn't need to consider it at all.

The purpose of capital groups developing various special effect drugs was not to benefit humanity, but just to make more money.

This also led to the price of drugs within the Federation starting to rise, rising to the point where some middle-class people couldn't afford medicine, and they couldn't buy it, it was hard to buy.

Currently, the price of the latest special effect anti-inflammatory drug had risen to seven grams of gold per milliliter. Each injection was about five milligrams, which meant it needed thirty-five grams of gold.

Expecting ordinary people to afford this was not as good as expecting them to heal themselves sooner.

Deruixi wasn't too worried about not being able to afford medicine, only worried about not being able to buy medicine even if he spent money. He hugged his wife and brought her to the living room, let her sit down, and began to check her body.

She hugged her arms and shook her head, "I'm not sick."

The look in her eyes when she looked at Deruixi revealed deep fear, and her face was slightly pale.

Deruixi seemed to realize something. He looked at his wife, "So..."

"He... didn't do anything to you, right?", she asked.

Deruixi didn't speak, and she continued, "I'm not the kind of housewife who doesn't understand anything. I also read newspapers, and I also have community social life."

"Lans White, I've heard this name more than once, and the Lans family."

She seemed to have thought of some fearful thing, rubbing her arms back and forth, as if this could bring her some warmth and a sense of security.

"I didn't know he was Lans. He said he was your colleague. I opened the door at the time, but when he walked in and told me he was called Lans, Lans White, I knew there was trouble."

Deruixi looked at his wife. He found it hard to imagine how this woman had performed... it made him feel incredible!

"Then you...", he didn't know how to say it. When he first came back, he saw his wife and Lans chatting and laughing, and he had worried about it.

The woman shook her head, "I don't know. My brain was particularly clear at that time. I knew that if I messed something up, I would definitely have trouble, and you might also have trouble."

"I could only pretend I didn't know who he was, pretend I really thought he was your colleague!"

Hearing this, Deruixi hugged his wife tightly and patted her back gently, "Everything is in the past, all things will get better."

She broke free from Deruixi's embrace, looked at him, and asked, "What did you two talk about later?"

Deruixi was silent for a while and then said softly, "We cooperated."

This answer didn't make his wife feel angry or unable to accept it; instead, it made the woman breathe a sigh of relief.

Deruixi didn't understand, "Don't you think... I did something wrong by doing this?"

The woman shook her head, "I don't care who you work for, dear, I only care that we can live safely."

Lans's influence on this city was constantly deepening. When she socialized with those ladies in the community, it was hard not to mention Lans, and naturally, it was hard not to mention the things he did.

For many ordinary people, Lans and the Lans family were like a "mythical story" of this city. It wasn't ugly, and it wasn't evil.

On the contrary, it was filled with a kind of alternative romance originating from ordinary people, from the bottom of society, full of brilliance!

Yes, a kind of alternative romance, representing the great success of the ordinary class!

Everything the protagonist of this story did would be naturally beautified, becoming a story that people could accept, so ordinary people weren't afraid of Lans at all; instead, they would like him.

She was very worried, worried that her husband would anger Lans, but now it seemed the situation didn't seem that bad.

Deruixi didn't know how to say or understand his wife's performance. He didn't know if he was disappointed or relieved.

After being silent for a while, he asked, "Don't you think it's a terrible thing for me to cooperate with a gang leader?"

His wife shook her head, "I don't understand your work, but I know that everyone in this city, as long as they are not Mr. Lans's enemy, they will all say Mr. Lans is a good person!"

The moment these words came out of his wife's mouth, Deruixi felt a kind of absurd feeling!

The next morning, he came directly to Dai Er's office and sat there.

Dai Er looked at him, full of confusion, and even made a gesture during the period, as if saying "What the hell are you doing here."

After about twenty or thirty seconds, Deruixi said, "Lans came to see me."

Director Dai Er frowned. His right hand moved to under the table without a trace. There was a pistol in the second drawer.

If necessary, he would shoot Deruixi directly and then find a reason to gloss over this matter.

For example, Deruixi had been bought by Lans and tried to buy him, but was severely rejected by him, so he tried to hurt him, but was counter-killed by him.

People don't need to learn how to frame others; they are born with it.

Deruixi also noticed his little movements and shook his head slightly, "He talked to me a lot, and also talked about you."

"Honestly, I can't imagine we have so many problems here."

Director Dai Er's hand was taken back from under the table and placed back on the table.

If Lans had told him the truth and hadn't finished him off, then there was only one possibility—he had also become a friend.

Director Dai Er didn't know what to say and could only remain silent. After all, in the eyes of these people, he had always been the representative and embodiment of justice.

As a result, he was second only to Pang Da in leaning toward Lans, and he would also feel embarrassed.

"Lans asked me to contact the other two senior agents, and he also asked me to convey a message to you, asking you to see if there is an opportunity to handle the deputy director."

Director Dai Er nodded, "I know."

After this sentence was finished, the office fell into silence. The two sat facing each other for about two minutes. No one spoke, and no one made any movements.

After a while, Deruixi stood up, "I'm going to work."

Director Dai Er nodded, "Good, contact me anytime if you have any problems."

Deruixi smiled, turned, and left the office. Director Dai Er sat there in a daze for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed the extension number of the deputy director's office, "Do you have time after work tonight?"

Deruixi, who returned to the outer office, took the initiative to contact Pang Da. Pang Da was a bit surprised that Deruixi was also "our own person." He didn't show any strangeness, just chatted with him briefly, and then they each did the work of the other two senior agents.

At this time, they hoped more than Lans himself that these people could be dragged into the water.

Only in this way could it be proven that this wasn't their problem; it was the problem of the entire institution, the problem of Congress, but not theirs.

For the whole day, extremely insignificant little things happened in the seemingly calm Golden Port City.

For example, a gang member of a certain gang was assigned a task, left the city in a hurry, and disappeared into the wilderness outside the city.

Or for example, a gentleman was waiting for a bus at a bus stop, was accidentally stabbed in the spleen by a thief, and fell to the ground, losing his life before the ambulance arrived.

Or for example, someone had a car accident on the road and very unfortunately died because of the car accident.

These people who had accidents all had a feature that people didn't know; they were all informants of the Hazardous Materials Bureau.

After work in the evening, when Pang Da left the Hazardous Materials Bureau, he glanced at Deruixi standing at the door. After the two exchanged briefly with their eyes, they each left.

And in the distance, Director Dai Er was smiling and letting the deputy director ride in his car, the reason being that it was convenient to talk about things.

No one knew that this law enforcement department with the greatest power would welcome some changes.

After eight o'clock in the evening, the phone ring in front of Lans sounded. After he picked it up and listened for a while, he hung up.

Then he took out a stack of files from the drawer, selected two from them, and placed them on the table.

"Let Dai Wen and Ailun come over; there is work for them."

Soon the two young men appeared in the office. Lans pushed the two documents forward, "I don't want to see them again."

The two looked at each other, and after each took one, they bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Of course they knew what Lans's words meant, and this was also the value of their existence.

After ordering these, Lans put his attention on other things, just as if he had only done an insignificant little thing. ===== CHAPTER 620 =====