Chapter 704: Good Evening

The police chief looked at these two bastards with anger in his eyes.

Actually, he knew their style of handling cases, but he had never interfered.

This was a very complicated problem.

Criminals basically wouldn't honestly confess what they had done, and even if evidence was produced, they would try their best to deny it.

Facing such criminals who were determined not to admit and not to cooperate, sometimes it would be very troublesome.

So, appropriately using some violence and finishing the cases in hand as soon as possible was necessary for the police station.

Police force had costs, and the chief didn't want to invest limited police resources into endless wrangling, so even if he knew that some police officers' work style was very unfriendly, he would pretend not to see it.

This was something that was good for him. As a manager, whether he was competent for this job was never based on how much ability he had in handling cases, but on how many cases the entire police station solved.

These people's rough style of handling cases obviously helped in closing cases quickly and improving the case-closing rate.

Almost every police station would have a few "disobedient" police officers.

But now, these people affected him, and the chief began to hate these two people.

However, the police chief was also human, which could be understood.

"Help Mr. Lans open the handcuffs!" the police chief scolded angrily. The two police officers had their scalps numb and opened the handcuffs for Lans.

The handcuffs were very tight, and there were red marks on both wrists. When Lans rubbed both wrists, the two police officers stood in front of Lans with their heads down and said, "Sorry, Mr. Lans."

Lans shook his head and didn't accept their apology. "My wallet, watch, ring, and some other things."

"Take them out."

This was like a public execution. The faces of the two police officers were flushed red. The things that happened here had already alarmed some police officers passing by, and the number of onlookers at the door was increasing.

At this time, they all realized what had happened, and someone let out a sneer.

The chief turned his head and glared at them fiercely, then closed the room door.

He looked angrily at the two taking these things out of their pockets, as well as two stacks of banknotes. At this very moment, the chief's face kept changing, and finally became gnashing of teeth.

Lans organized these things, put them into his pocket, and then shook his clothes, which were a bit wrinkled.

"They didn't...", Tang Mu asked.

Lans glanced at him and didn't speak, then got up. "That's it, what about the others?"

The police chief hurriedly said, "They have already been let out."

The chief wiped some fine sweat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glaring at the two police officers fiercely again.

Lans nodded slightly, said "Thank you," and then walked out of the interrogation room door.

Tang Mu followed behind Lans, and when he brushed past the chief, he said in a tone with some threat, "I will report what I saw to the Senator truthfully."

The chief felt his scalp numb when he heard this. He hurriedly chased a few steps. "Is it too late for me to explain now?"

Soon Lans met those people under his command. They looked pretty good. Except for someone whose cheek was beaten red, most people hadn't been tortured.

There were bad ones, but not every police officer was bad, so Lans looked like their leader or head, and was also targeted.

Tang Mu followed behind Lans and said softly, "Just now the chief told me that the procedure must be followed."

Lans didn't refuse. He called Lawyer Roben, and soon Lawyer Roben's "junior" rushed to the police station.

Lawyer Roben had mixed in Jizhou for a period of time after graduation because of some things, and finally left Jincheng and began to work specifically for gangs.

In New Jincheng, he also knew people.

What Tang Mu said about "following the procedure" meant that these people wanted to leave and had to follow the bail procedure, but looking at the Senator's face, all procedures were simplified. As long as the money was paid, they could leave.

And the bail money wasn't high, only 2,000.

For a big case of street fighting and shooting nine people, the bail money for so many people was equivalent to no bail money!

After paying the bail money and signing, Lans and his group came out of the police station. Tang Mu had an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm late."

Lans shook his head. "I said, just in time."

These people wanted to knock some more money out of him. They asked Lans to admit that he had a premeditated fight, so that the charges he had to bear would be heavier, and it would also be convenient for them to better control him.

They couldn't directly ask Lans to give them money. That was obvious bribery and very dangerous.

Only by letting Lans plead guilty first and getting these confessions would any subsequent operations be very simple.

For money, Lans could satisfy them. Problems that could be solved with money were not problems. Even if they were greedy and wanted more, Lans could satisfy them!

But asking him to plead guilty was absolutely impossible.

When he was young, his boss told him a truth: as long as you were caught by the police, even if you were beaten to death, you couldn't admit it.

As long as you didn't open your mouth and didn't admit it, you would always have the initiative. Without a confession, and then going on a hunger strike, that was absolute initiative!

But once you couldn't bear it, admitted it, and signed it, even if you were reasonable, you wouldn't be reasonable at this time.

Lans couldn't admit that he had premeditated a fight in the city center. This was definitely a case that could alarm some big shots. In a situation where he wasn't enough to fight against bigger storms, unless these people killed him, he definitely wouldn't admit it, nor would he sign it.

For those police officers who were used to using torture, if the suspect didn't cooperate, it didn't mean their direction was wrong or they caught the wrong person, but that their fists weren't hard enough.

They gave Lans two punches, Lans remained silent, and they intended to come for a ruthless one, but just at this time, the door opened.

Tang Mu didn't know how good Lans's "just in time" was, and could only sigh. "I will tell the Senator about this."

"And that what... Death Angels thing."

Lans nodded slightly. He looked at Tang Mu. "If you really feel guilty...", he paused for a while, "send me the information of the police who did it today."

Tang Mu's eyes widened slightly as he looked at Lans. Lans showed a smile. "We are a gang, we have our own methods."

Tang Mu was silent for a while, then nodded. "But I will tell the Senator."

Lans nodded indifferently. "Whatever."

Soon Tang Mu got the personal information of those police officers through the chief's side. Tang Mu's statement was that the lawyer intended to sue them, and the chief had no good way to deal with this.

Situations where police officers were sued for beating suspects happened from time to time in every police station, and he didn't think deeply about it.

Tang Mu handled this matter and returned to the Senator's manor in the suburbs. He told the Senator about the matter.

He originally thought the Senator would express some dissatisfaction or other emotions. After all, Lans's meaning was already very obvious: he wanted to take revenge in private, and might kill these people.

But Senator Cleveland just answered him with a "got it," as if he didn't care at all.

He suddenly seemed to have a kind of realization in a trance. In the face of benefits of tens of millions or hundreds of millions, just killing a few police officers who made mistakes—these were all small things!

He also thought that maybe Lans already knew the result, so he didn't care whether he would tell the Senator or not?

This small, small matter in the Senator's eyes gave Tang Mu some new experiences: politics, human nature, cruelty.

In the police station, the police chief gathered the five police officers who did it together. He stood by the table and walked back and forth a few times, looking at these five capable generals, and for a while, he couldn't tell what kind of emotion was boiling in him.

At first, it must be anger, but now, after anger, there was still a bit of guilt. He glared at these people fiercely. "Look at what you've done!"

"Now the lawyer is going to sue you!"

One of the police officers was still grinning. "We were all for solving the case. Such a big case definitely couldn't follow the process of that kind of ordinary case. We definitely had to use some means."

He didn't feel there was any problem, and it wasn't like they hadn't been sued before.

The court in New Jincheng was still biased toward the police station. By then, it would be nothing more than a public apology in the newspaper, and then a superficial transfer of work positions.

After a period of time, they would adjust back.

Other police officers didn't seem to feel it was a big deal, except for the two police officers who interrogated Lans. They indeed felt a bit tricky, but now there was nothing to say, and they just hoped this matter would end here.

The police chief scolded them severely, from their work attitude to their frequent complaints, and after venting well, he let them get out.

Those two police officers didn't return to their office directly, but came to the window outside the tea room, and the two took out cigarettes and put them together.

"I'm a bit worried," the older police officer couldn't hide his mind and couldn't help but say. "This matter is my fault. I saw they were all from out of town..."

The younger police officer patted his arm. "I also have responsibility."

The older one asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

The younger one nodded. "I plan to ask where Lans... Mr. Lans lives, and bring some gifts to apologize tomorrow."

The older one heard it and felt it was a good way. He nodded. "I'll go too. You see what to buy, and we'll pay half for the things."

Both had money. Over the years, they had "confiscated" suspects, and knocked out from those criminals, they were richer than the average middle class.

When federal criminals were sentenced, they would also be sentenced according to the amount involved in the case.

!

For example, if a thief stole 50 worth of things, then he might have to sit in jail for six months.

But if he stole 500, then this number would rise to one year.

If it was 5,000, good news, he had to sit for at least three years.

So for cases caught on the spot, they could put a part of the cash into their own cars.

The caught criminals wouldn't make a noise, and would even actively cooperate, just to not have a long sentence because the case value was too large.

There were also some cases that had doubts themselves. Actually, as long as they insisted on the bottom line and didn't admit it, they would eventually be released.

But they would threaten the suspects, telling them what would happen if they didn't cooperate.

Most people in the Federation were unwilling to go to jail, because the situation in the prison was really complicated, and having a history of going to jail made it difficult to find a job after coming out.

Some people said that federal people never discriminated against released personnel, but in fact, they discriminated more than those people imagined!

Released personnel in the Federation couldn't find jobs either.

They would put forward the idea that they could help the suspect, but they needed the suspect... to pay a little reward.

At this time, the initiative had been mastered in their hands. They would blackmail according to the suspect's situation, thousands, tens of thousands.

Originally the case was not right, so after giving the money, they directly canceled the investigation, and the person who gave the money wouldn't go everywhere to talk about it, so as not to be caught again.

Both had saved a lot of money over the years, and not just them, many police officers had saved a lot of money.

Although the police in the entire Federation were a whole, how the police in different regions made money was a different situation.

Jincheng didn't have so many troublesome things. The police directly received an extra legal investment return from Lans's foundation on time according to their

But in New Jincheng, no one could, and no one dared to "contract" the police station, and the police officers didn't dare to collect protection money casually, so they had to find ways to generate their own income.

After the two of them agreed on the details, they each went to work, though they were both a bit distracted throughout the afternoon.

In the evening, after the older police officer finished handling the matters at hand, he drove away from the police station.

Housing prices in the better areas of Jincheng are very high, not to mention in the more prosperous New Jincheng.

Here, there is no such thing as judging house prices and living environments by district; the closer to the city center, the higher the price, so even with a decent income, it still took the officer about twenty minutes to drive home.

When the car stopped at his doorstep, looking at the house with the lights on, he didn't know why he suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

He looked around; tonight was the same as every other night, with nothing out of the ordinary, yet it just gave him a sense of unease.

His heartbeat began to accelerate with a thumping sound; he sat in the car for a while and smoked a cigarette to calm himself down.

After exhaling a heavy breath, he touched the pistol in his holster.

The pistol provided him with a great sense of security; he closed the car door and pushed open the front door of his home.

After opening the door, he saw his wife standing at the edge of the living room, looking at him, and his gaze was subsequently drawn to a picture frame behind her.

There was a layer of glass on the outside of the frame, and through the glass, he saw shadows still moving—there were still people in the living room!

His heart tightened; he and his wife had only one child, and that child had already gone to college out of town and had just left a few days ago, so there shouldn't be anyone else in the house.

An indescribable emotion made his stomach feel very uncomfortable, and he felt the urge to defecate; his hand subconsciously pressed against his holster, and a cold object pressed against his head.

Subsequently, the weapon in his holster, as well as the other weapon on his waist, were both removed.

The person behind him gave him a shove, and he stumbled forward two steps, steadying himself only by grabbing his wife, and then he saw Lanse sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a magazine.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling, "Mr. Lanse..."

Lanse put down the magazine in his hand; it was "Baseball World," which belonged to the old officer.

Most people in the Federation like baseball, and "Baseball World" is a relatively authoritative magazine that introduces the match situations and personnel changes of some teams.

It often features interviews with star players and occasionally gives away random autographs, making it a must-buy magazine for baseball fans.

Lanse tossed the magazine back onto the coffee table, "I still prefer the way you addressed me during the day!" He didn't say specifically what it was, but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

The old officer's face was full of anxiety, "I can ex..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, he heard a "thud"—the sound of a hollow metal rod striking bone—and immediately after, he felt his vision go black as his body lost its balance and fell to the ground.

In his ears was his wife's scream, but the scream was very brief; accompanied by another "thud," the screaming stopped.

He struggled to open his eyes to look at Lanse, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, hands hugging his knees, tilting his head to look at him; he reached out his hand, using all his strength, "Mr. Lanse..."

Immediately after, there was another "thud," and he collapsed completely to the ground, his body twitching.

In a daze, he saw the person behind him holding his treasured baseball bat, raising it high!

Consciousness, like a receding tide, retreated into the abyss of consciousness and never came out again.

Watching the two of them completely lose their breath, Lanse glanced at the bloodstains on his pant leg; he took out a handkerchief to wipe them off and tossed it casually on the ground.

"Next house."

The younger police officer lived not far away, just a ten-minute drive.

At this moment, he had just arrived home, carrying many gifts in his hands, all intended for apologizing to Lanse tomorrow.

He was not yet married and lived alone; after putting these things away, he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of beer.

For ordinary people, getting a bottle of beer is very troublesome.

But for police officers like them who have connections, it is very simple.

Feeling the cold beer wash away the exhaustion of the day, he let out a heavy sigh!

For a moment, he didn't know what to think or do.

Just as he was preparing to cook dinner to satisfy his stomach, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Coming!" He wiped his hands on his apron, went to the door, and opened it without even looking.

This is a middle-class community with a very good security system; it is difficult for strangers to enter, and only those registered by the homeowners can come in.

The moment he pulled the door open, he looked at Lanse standing outside the door, tilting his head slightly to look at him, wearing a mocking smile—

"Good evening, Officer!"

(End of chapter)