Chapter 66: First Meeting

Officer Lukaer returned to his office and dialed a phone number directly.

"Are you familiar with the underground casinos in the Imperial District?"

"……No, it's not about the Koda family. I have a case on my hands…… You'd better cooperate with me; I don't want to say things that hurt our relationship……"

"Good, see you there."

He contacted his informant. Being a police officer in the Federation, especially a criminal investigator, it is impossible to solve cases without a few informants.

Many times, cases that are very difficult for the police to solve are known to these people in the gray or even underground world immediately; they just lack the evidence.

This is the role of an informant: to lock onto suspects faster and then search for evidence around the suspects.

Although the Department of Justice keeps saying that they practice the presumption of innocence, such words only fool the underclass.

If everything were truly the presumption of innocence, then why do they sometimes drag suspects away and use heavy measures to force them to confess?

According to some non-public statements from the Department of Justice, many officers and police stations, in order to close cases as quickly as possible, use interrogation methods to force innocent people to plead guilty.

Not long after, he met with his informant from the Imperial District. He had over a dozen informants in the Imperial District.

In fact, being an informant for federal police officers has always been one of the ways for some illegal immigrants and legal immigrants to survive. Although being an informant carries some risks, at least they can call the police officer they are familiar with at critical moments.

Sometimes, when the police officer needs them, they will also apply for certain activity funds for them, and this fund is not paid by them personally; it is paid by the police station's finances.

Having someone to protect oneself and occasionally getting some extra income has become one of the few choices for some Imperial outcasts living in the Federation.

After the two met, Officer Lukaer threw his question out directly, "How much do you know about the underground casinos in the Imperial District……"

The informant was a bit nervous. Every time he met with Officer Lukaer, he was very nervous. If people knew he had sold out Imperials to the Federals, he would definitely be beaten to death.

But……

Ten minutes later, a person wearing a white shirt left this place. He was very happy holding fifteen dollars in his hand, and Officer Lukaer also got everything he wanted.

The rest was just subtraction until he found the identity of the deceased.

At this moment, Lans did not know that the police had already started investigating the case of the death of Kent's group. Even if he knew, he wouldn't be surprised, let alone panicked.

The scene was clean.

He had cleaned every place that might have left fingerprints, and swept the floor to ensure no fingerprints or footprints were left behind.

The car was parked in another alley; even if there were witnesses, there was no direct evidence to prove anything.

Perhaps someone saw them and their henchmen enter the alley where the basement was, but who could prove that the deceased were the people they saw that day?

And who could produce direct evidence to prove that Lans shot and killed these people? It must be direct evidence.

There was no direct evidence in any of the links, and witness testimony was also easily overturned, so he didn't take this case to heart at all.

Today was a good day for the opening of the "Wanli Labor Agency." There were many flower baskets at the entrance. Originally, they hadn't thought of this, but Lans took the initiative to let them get some, and even specifically set off firecrackers for a while—

It is worth mentioning that in order to set off these firecrackers, a total of three police cars came.

When they found out it wasn't a gang fight but just a company opening, they planned to leave.

But Lans asked them to stay. Not only did he apologize for his reckless behavior and donate some money for them to pass on to those in need, but he also treated them to iced fruit juice and donuts.

The officers were very happy to build a good relationship with Lans because they knew this was a generous person.

Before leaving, they all exchanged contact information and agreed that if there was a chance, Lans would treat them to a sumptuous meal.

They came in a rush and returned satisfied; the relationship between the police and the public was just that warm and harmonious.

Lans transferred the young people who hadn't gone with him to deal with Kent to work here.

The income might be slightly lower, but it definitely wasn't to the point of having nothing at all.

He also had a frank talk with these young people. In the usury business, you can't just see the "you're good, I'm good" when people borrow money; you also have to consider what you should do if these people can't pay back the money.

Forget it?

Impossible. This is the company's money. You lent it out, so you must be responsible for chasing it back!

Not everyone has such psychological endurance and action capability. After all, what they have to do is, to some extent, also very scary.

Even if Lans's methods are gentler than traditional finance companies, they will still make some people very painful.

Some young people can't bear this. Their stress resistance is not up to standard, and the guilt arising from hurting others or making others suffer will also torment them.

So rather than letting them continue to suffer in a job position where they cannot bear the responsibility, it is better to change their track early.

Lans specifically chose to open this agency next to a cheap coffee shop. Many people might notice the situation here while having a drink.

Because this is not a pure agency, it also has many other business projects, so it will definitely attract some people.

Just after sending off those officers, a car stopped by the side of the road. The slightly impatient sound of braking made Lans stop and turn his head. A middle-aged man wearing a dark shirt, jeans, and sunglasses got out of the car.

He looked to be in his thirties. He glanced at Lans and nodded slightly in greeting. Lans also responded to him.

He walked past Lans to the coffee shop next door and ordered an iced coffee.

While waiting, he turned around and saw the newly opened labor agency.

Outside the company door hung a sign, on which were written the various services operated here.

"Are you the boss?"

He asked.

Lans nodded, "Yes."

"Judging by your accent, you don't look like a Federal."

Lans did not deny it, "I am a local, but I was abducted to a black factory when I was a child, and I didn't find my way home until I was an adult. They reported it."

The man smiled, "I hope the terrible past hasn't brought you any indelible pain. You are very interesting; many people are unwilling to talk about such things."

He took the initiative to reach out his hand, "Let's get to know each other, Lukaer Weitz."

Lans also reached out and held his hand, "Lans, Lans White. Just call me Lans."

The two quickly let go of their hands. Officer Lukaer put his hands on his waist, "I see that your sign says 'Work Plan Management.' I don't quite understand what this means."

Lans explained, "You must be a local."

Officer Lukaer nodded, "Yes, a local."

"So you must have a work card."

"Yes, so?"

"If you hope to get at least thirty-two dollars a month, but don't need to work yourself, you can chat with me."

Officer Lukaer understood immediately, "You mean I give you my work card to use, then you arrange for someone to work, and then split the money with me?"

"Yes!"

"You know this is the current status quo here. Many people don't know how to do it and don't like dealing with illegal immigrants, so I had an idea and put it into action."

Officer Lukaer naturally continued, "You help them deal with illegal immigrants!" He couldn't help but exclaim, "A genius idea. I've never heard of such a company before. You will definitely succeed."

In the past, everyone relied on word of mouth and introductions, and not everyone was willing to do so, so it was difficult to form a scale.

Especially some hardworking Federals who themselves work two jobs or have a relatively decent job with an income higher than this. It is difficult for them, and they don't know how to find two people to use their work cards to work.

You can't just ask people on the street if they are illegal immigrants and if they want to find a job in the middle of the night. That's not realistic.

But now, this problem no longer exists because Lans will help them solve it, and they only need to pay an agency fee of one and a half dollars per job. One work card can bring Lans at least three dollars in profit.

It looks like this money is... not much, but you have to know that there are at least 200,000 illegal immigrants in Jincheng. Even if only one-tenth, or even less, five percent, get jobs here through Lans's labor agency.

Just the management fees collected every month would exceed ten thousand dollars!

And he believes he will build this market, and the income might be even higher then, but this also has to do with policies and the like.

If there is anyone who has now become someone who doesn't want illegal immigrants to become legal immigrants, then Lans is undoubtedly one of them.

Those who have just boarded the ship are all like this. Seeing that there are still people behind them who want to come up, they definitely won't reach out their hands, but will give them two kicks!

The iced coffee was ready. Officer Lukaer took out a business card and handed it to Lans, "Forgot to introduce my job. My name is Lukaer, and I work at the police station. I think we will see each other again in the future!"

Officer Lukaer felt that he could develop Lans into a good informant, or friend.

Because this agency is destined to deal with a great many illegal immigrants. Illegal immigrants in the Federation are not all honest people who are happy after eating a donut; there are also ruthless people.

Perhaps in the future, he will need Lans to provide him with some clues about illegal immigrants, so he needs to build a good relationship with Lans.

Lans glanced at the business card and put it away, "I didn't expect you to be a police officer." He glanced at the waiter in the coffee shop, "This cup is on me."

Officer Lukaer is not a rigid person. He did not refuse Lans's kindness, "Then thank you. I'll treat you next time."

He glanced at his watch and tilted his head, "I still have something to do……"

"See you later."

"See you later!" ===== CHAPTER 67 =====