Chapter 687: Follow the script

To convince others, you must first convince yourself.

Hope knows this truth well.

Now his persona is to play the savior of Slard refugees in the Federation; people all call him "The Light of Slard", which is the manifestation of his success.

Although he is seeking profit for himself, he must warn himself at ordinary times to do things that fit his persona.

Just like at this moment, he saw those young faces, and a certain switch in his heart was activated.

He walked toward those young people; there were already some people on the surrounding streets; they looked at Hope; this is his performance moment!

"Young gentlemen, what made you become like this?"

"If you have encountered any trouble, please tell me; I might be able to provide you with some help."

"But compared to giving you money or food directly, I would rather give you a job!"

"Only by working with your hands can you change your future!"

Some people around started to applaud; what a benevolent, friendly, and wise Mr. Hope!

Several young people looked at each other, still in a state of disbelief!

Yesterday they were still fucking considering how to get close to him, almost freezing to death here, and now this person is standing in front of them; this gives them a feeling that is not very real.

The shaved-head kid couldn't help but ask in a tone and expression slightly mixed with doubt, "Are you... Mr. Hope?"

"Hope Wright?"

Hope untied his scarf, exposing more of his face, "If there is no second Hope Wright here, then you should be talking about me."

There were also some passersby who stopped, expressing one after another that he was the "Light of Slard" respected by everyone.

Hope enjoyed this very much; on one hand, it could satisfy his desires, and on the other hand, people's respect also allowed him to balance his inner distortion.

He balanced what he performed in front of those big shots and what he obtained in front of these people, so he wouldn't become distorted.

Looking at these young people whose confusion and doubt turned into surprise, a smile also appeared on his face, "How about it?"

"Do you need me to arrange a job for you?"

"By the way, if possible, on the first day of the New Year, I hope you can come..."

His voice stopped abruptly at this moment, and his eyes also widened as he looked at the few young people in front of him, watching one of them take a pistol from his arms, and then aim at his chest.

At this moment, he could hear his own heartbeat, and the subtle sound of blood rubbing against blood vessels.

The whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment, quiet enough for him to listen to the sounds of all things!

He saw the hammer slowly hitting the primer, he could see the recoil of the pistol in the young man's hand, the muzzle started to rise, he could see that sharp little thing accompanied by fire, spraying out from the chamber!

He seemed to only need to reach out, pinch it, and he could terminate all this!

But instead, his movements also became exceptionally slow; he had already made a response, but his arm didn't seem to have understood his order, almost not moving at all.

The sound of gunfire coming to his ears seemed to wake him up in an instant, and also made time restore at this moment, starting to flow again.

He felt a force push him, and then he took a step back, and then several gunshots sounded in his ears.

He looked at those young people who had no terrified expressions on their faces, and then lowered his head to pull open his scarf and collar, watching his white shirt start to be dyed, he cursed two dirty words, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Everyone was stunned by this scene!

Whether it was passersby or the people around Hope, they all looked at the fallen Hope, whose body was twitching slightly, watching his mouth start to gush blood, watching his eyes lose focus, becoming unfocused and dim.

People screamed and fled in all directions; some of Hope's bodyguards subconsciously wanted to touch their guns, but were immediately hit and fell to the ground.

Another one further away relied on cover and fired a few shots at those young guys.

He looked at the backs of those young people leaving quickly and didn't continue to fire, but shouted for people to call the police and rescue.

Soon the police and ambulance arrived at the scene; the doctor checked Hope's situation at the scene and shook his head, "No saving."

A very simple sentence made the expressions of the assistants standing around Hope change greatly!

"How... possible?"

"Maybe sending him to the hospital and using those medical devices would have a little hope?"

An assistant's voice was trembling slightly as he said, he didn't believe this was true!

The doctor didn't even continue to check, "It's been more than ten minutes, sir; he is already dead, went to see God, and will never come back!"

"With this kind of injury, even if he was sent to the operating room the first time he was shot, there is a high probability that he wouldn't be able to get off the operating table."

Although he didn't check particularly carefully, all four shots pierced the lungs, and one shot might have hit the heart; even if he was shot on the operating table, a ruptured heart wouldn't survive. Not just in this era, even developing another hundred or two hundred years later, it is still a fatal injury.

The doctor stood up and asked the police to contact the morgue; this body died of a gunshot, and he would be transported to the police station's morgue, processed, and left to play a role in the case.

Hope's assistants still couldn't believe this time; one of them pulled the doctor's clothes, and even took out a stack of money and handed it over, "Help him, he is Hope, he cannot die!"

The doctor didn't take the money; he just shook his head, pried open the hand of the person grabbing his arm, "Even if he is the president, he is beyond saving!"

Soon the ambulance left, and at the same time, the police caught those few gunmen, on another street.

They didn't run far at all; Karl had already explained to them what to do after the matter was done.

Under the witness of some eyewitnesses, they were quickly surrounded by the police, and then put down the weapons in their hands, knelt on the ground, and raised their hands high, surrendering.

These young people were fiercely pressed to the ground by the police; their cheeks were hot red from rubbing against the snowflakes.

They were handcuffed, but there were no very scared expressions on their faces.

The police took away several eyewitnesses at the same time, together with these criminals.

The nature of this case is different; after the conflict with many casualties not long ago, another relatively important and well-known social activist was shot, and the emotions of the entire refugee group were ignited in this cold winter!

Many refugees gathered outside the police station in the old industrial zone—because of the large-scale demolition of the old industrial zone, the old industrial zone police station is now temporarily responsible for the police affairs in this area of New Jincheng.

!

From the news transmitted from the mayor's office, in the new administrative area division, there is already clearly the administrative area of New Jincheng; a new police station will also be established here, and it is very likely that a part of the police from the old industrial zone will be transferred over.

In short, a large number of Hope's followers all flocked to the police branch in the old industrial zone, wrapping the police branch tightly!

"... Yes, I know what to do."

"Okay... Okay, I will notify you as soon as I have news!"

The branch chief hung up the phone; the call was made by Chief Bulu, bringing instructions on how to handle this case.

The instructions certainly weren't Chief Bulu's own; there was no need to guess, this was Lans's meaning.

The branch chief didn't have any opposition or questioning; now all the police in the entire New Jincheng, regardless of their rank, are taking money from Lans's foundation.

Some people privately laughed that this is a "police company"; Lans is the sole shareholder and chairman of the board, and then below is the board of directors (branch chief), followed by management (office chief) and the bottom layer (police and patrol officers).

You can not listen to the branch chief's orders; he will at most let you patrol the streets in remote places.

But if you don't listen to Mr. Lans's orders, then you might disappear.

The branch chief didn't intend to disappear; he was very satisfied with his current life, so he would only do as told.

He put on his wide-brimmed police hat, tidied up his appearance in the mirror, and specially used a handkerchief to wipe the police badge on the hat, making it shine.

He walked to the outside of the police station office building with big strides; facing the black-pressed, emotionally agitated crowd, he could only use a microphone to communicate with them.

"Just now I have received orders from my superiors; Chief Bulu and the gentlemen in the city attach great importance to this matter, in order to avoid misunderstandings between us."

"In the process of interrogating them, we will allow ten bystanders to observe the interrogation process throughout, and allow reporters from 'Today's New Jincheng' to report on it throughout."

"Now, please select ten representatives who can represent you to participate in our interrogation process."

The boiling crowd soon calmed down; about ten minutes passed, and they selected ten representatives, one of whom was Hope's assistant.

Their faces were full of anger and the expression of distrust of the Federal police as they entered the interrogation room. The moment Hope's assistant saw that shaved head, he was so excited that he wanted to rush up, but was stopped.

"If you do this again, I will invite you out, and then replace you with someone else!"

After being warned once, he restrained himself slightly, and then the ten people were required not to speak, sitting in the corner, watching them interrogate.

These young people already knew what to say; they were also very calm now, because everything was staged according to the script Karl told them.

So they were not panicked at all.

The branch chief sat in the main interrogation position; he tapped the table with his hand, asking the "first suspect" in front of him, "Did you shoot and kill Mr. Hope Wright?"

The shaved-head kid didn't have any hesitation or delay, nodding and saying yes, "It was me."

"Why did you kill him?"

"What is the reason?"

The shaved head smiled and glanced sideways at those people sitting against the wall, "He is destroying us!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 688 =====