Chapter 806: Useful and Useless

The tall police officer and the short police officer live together. They bought their houses together and also lived in the same house.

Neither of them is married, but both have their own girlfriends.

Since they started extorting passing trucks with the sheriff, their pockets have gradually bulged. Every month they need to work shifts for about twelve to fifteen days, and every day there is cash running on the interstate highway!

A truck can get a "fine" of two to five dollars. Stopping twenty or thirty a day is the monthly salary of ordinary people.

In other words, they work for one month, which is equal to ordinary workers working for one year.

The comfortable life brought by money makes them unwilling to get married.

If someone has studied this aspect, they will find that the more affluent the family is, the later the members of this family at the marriageable age get married.

What money can bring them is a broader world, allowing them to have more desire to enjoy this world and explore this world, rather than putting reproduction first.

So look at those rich people, except for the necessary political marriages, most rich people will enjoy life until they are tired of that kind of life before stabilizing.

And poor people, they need a more stable family structure earlier than rich people, because they don't have competitiveness in "nature."

Once they miss the best time, they will find it difficult to find a suitable opposite sex, and it is even possible that the inheritance of genes ends here.

Both police officers belong to the high-income group, which does not include the various stolen goods they sell, so they have more time and opportunities to enjoy life.

They hired maids, and every day is to enjoy as much as possible. This kind of life is actually quite good, a kind of collective, but not a collective life.

So they often make jokes with each other, you prank me, I prank you.

The short police officer didn't feel the hand on his shoulder being taken away. Instead, a force was twisting him back. He couldn't help laughing, "Shet, don't pee on you..."

At the moment he turned around, he actually held it back. He just wanted to scare his good friend, but what greeted him was a baseball bat.

With a thud, he lay on the ground.

The tall police officer who was inserting the key into the car door looked toward the alley where the light could not shine under the street lamp in front, "Hey, encountered trouble?"

No response, he shouted again, still no response.

He pulled out the key that had been inserted into the car lock, with an expression of "I'll make you look good later," "Okay, you win, you'd better be careful, I'm not so easily fooled..."

He walked to the outside of the alley, and when he was still a few steps away, he stopped, then lightened his footsteps. He guessed that his good friend was sticking to the wall, preparing to give him a "surprise."

Then now, he intends to give the other party a "surprise" in return.

Still one step away, he could see the things in the box. He smiled, and said in a slightly exaggerated and majestic tone, "Let me see which little bastard..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, lower and lower, until he couldn't hear it—

There were four or five people standing in the alley, one of whom was smoking a cigarette, shaking a blood-stained baseball bat in his hand.

In fact, it is impossible to distinguish whether the blood on the baseball bat is fresh blood or something else at night, but this baseball bat is white, and that black, flowing thing can only be fresh blood.

He saw his partner lying in a pool of blood, and then swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He thought his partner was beaten to death. In fact, he just fell on the foaming liquid he had just peed out.

He stared at these people, his scalp was numb, goosebumps rose all over his body, he was a bit at a loss, he raised his thumb and pointed behind him, "My friend called me..."

After speaking, he smiled, just like it was true!

Then in the next second, he turned and ran, but at the moment he turned around, he saw that there were already several people standing behind him. They were wearing gloves and holding guns.

Then the people in the alley rushed out of the alley and gave him a beating.

"If you dare to shout, I will beat you to death."

Originally, the tall police officer who planned to call for help could only hug his head and bear a beating. During this period, some passersby saw this scene, and they not only didn't call the police, but soon left.

No one wants to cause trouble at night, and these people look very different. They actually dare to beat the police.

Aierwen was tired of beating, threw the baseball bat to his side at will, and then lit a cigarette again, took a breath, "Take them away."

Soon the two were pushed into the car and drove toward the outside of the city.

The decision to take action was made by Lanse. Mayor Wei De can handle the mayor of New Birmingham, so Lanse doesn't need to wait anymore.

Several cars rushed out of the city circle at a very fast speed. They found an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

Actually, it can't be said to be abandoned. The development of the city is always ups and downs. New Birmingham also had development opportunities before, but the management of the city didn't grasp it, leading to the "land grabbing" investment of some speculators.

The huge development of the city must be accompanied by the expansion of the city subject. These speculators who are proficient in the laws of urban development bought a large amount of land in the suburbs as soon as they saw a glimmer of possibility, and then built the lowest-cost warehouses.

They are all steel-structured warehouses, some prefabricated parts, put together and welded, which is a huge low-cost factory building.

When the city develops, these lands will become valuable, and then no matter whether it is sold to the government or to new investors, it is a good business.

Among these people, there is no lack of professional speculators. Although this speculation failed, the land is still theirs.

They hired some staff who didn't need to work here at a very low price to maintain the ownership of the land, and then started waiting.

What if one day, New Birmingham welcomes new development opportunities? Their speculation will only earn more!

Aierwen and the others found such a dead warehouse area. It was a scene of ruin and doomsday, but it was indeed the best place to hide crimes.

The car stopped outside a warehouse. The short police officer had already woken up, and the two were dragged out of the car by their hair.

Actually, they can be let out of the car by themselves, but at this time, they must be made to feel pain, fear, and terror. Only in this way will the subsequent interrogation work be easy to carry out.

If you use "Sir, please get out of the car and cooperate with our work," maybe they will dare to scold you a few times later.

The two were "guided" into the dim warehouse, and then thrown to the ground fiercely. They raised their heads and took a look, saw the guy wearing the duck-billed cap, and their eyes full of fear were filled with hatred.

But they didn't have time to strengthen this hatred, and someone kicked them with a football kick, kicking on the tall one.

The painful scream made the two return to Mr. in an instant. Aierwen sat on the chair, "Give the two gentlemen a chair."

Two rusty chairs were dragged over from the side. The sound of the chair legs rubbing against the ground was very harsh and very terrifying.

The two helped each other climb up and sat honestly on the chairs.

There are people all around, they hold pistols in their hands, and some people carry the gun straps of submachine guns. These people wear unified clothing, and they don't look like goods that are easy to mess with at all!

The tall police officer's brain is more active, and he locked the identity of these people in an instant—

That batch of wine!

Aierwen and the others don't know the identity of these people until now. They only know that they are police. From the ordinary appearance, their clothing is no different from the local police.

Only by seeing their police badges can this point be confirmed.

Just thinking about these, two ordinary gang members started to search their bodies, took out wallets, lighters, cigarettes, keys, various sundries, and put them in the box next to them, including their police badges.

The things in the box were sent to Aierwen's side. Aierwen's attention was actually not on the police badge itself at first.

Plus the light here is slightly dim, he first noticed the other party's name, "David...", when he subconsciously looked down, what he saw was not "New Birmingham City Police Department," but the words "Denuozhou Police Department," and he froze all of a sudden.

He picked up another police badge and identified it. It was the same police badge issued by the state police station. His brain couldn't keep up at this time. Isn't it the city police station?

Could it be that the police in New Birmingham are all this kind of police badge?

But... he couldn't convince himself like a fool. He realized that these two are actually police from the state police station, and possibly highway police.

But people have already been caught back. Can't they be released just because they are state police?

Aierwen threw the police badge back, "Officer David, your friend told me that our wine was taken by you."

The tall police officer knew at a glance that it was the wine they let the duck-billed cap sell in the city. He cursed, "Fak!"

Then he took two deep breaths, and he finally understood what the sheriff's pressure came from.

These people are too damn fierce, not at all like local gangs!

"Are you from Laizhou?", he asked.

Aierwen shook his head, "Wrong answer."

The tall police officer hadn't reacted yet, and suddenly someone behind him tightened his neck, someone held his shoulder, and then a young man holding a stick directly drew it fiercely on his tibia!

Just this one, he felt that his tibia was broken even if it wasn't broken!

It is very empty here. Even if there are passersby who hear the scream, they will not stop, but will run faster. Who knows whether the screaming is a person or a demon?

This is the federation. People believe in God and also believe in demons!

"My leg is broken!", the tall one almost squeezed these sounds out of his teeth. Aierwen raised his hand, and others let go of him.

"Look, it

"Answer my question, Officer Dai Wei, where is our liquor?"

"Where are the people we had escorting the liquor?"

"Who planned all of this?"

The short officer turned his head to look at the tall one. The tall one pursed his lips, blinked his eyes, and took a deep breath, "It was the Sheriff!"

He knew what the short officer meant—that he shouldn't talk. After all, that was the Sheriff, their direct superior. If these gangsters couldn't handle the Sheriff, they would be dead for sure!

As the tall one blurted out the Sheriff as the key figure, the short officer sighed heavily. He knew they no longer had a choice.

"Earlier, our men were checking cars on the highway and found your transport vehicles. There might have been broken bottles inside; when the cargo boxes were opened, it smelled like liquor. Then the Sheriff found out, and he planned to make a move on your vehicles."

"I swear, I didn't participate. At that time, my partner and I...", he paused and looked at the short officer, "this idiot here, we were still in the city selling toasters."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the guy next to you!"

Regardless, he had to distance himself first. As for whether it was true, he didn't care, and he believed these people didn't care either. All they wanted was the mastermind and that liquor worth millions.

Elvin lit a cigarette, "Tell me in detail."

So he told Elvin the whole story again. Elvin's face was very gloomy after hearing it.

All the family members were their brothers and sisters. Now those young people had died here; some might have been only eighteen or nineteen, and others were just in their early twenties.

Their lives had only just begun.

Although everyone knew very well that joining the Lanse family meant facing all kinds of risks, this price was still a bit too heavy.

Elvin was silent for a while, "Actually, if you wanted money, you could have talked to Mr. Lanse. Mr. Lanse is very generous and would have filled the chasm of your greed, instead of killing our people and stealing our things!"

He looked at the tall officer, "I like people who talk...", then he looked at the short officer again, "I noticed you just used your eyes to persuade this Officer Dai Wei not to tell us the truth."

"I don't like people like you."

He reached out to his side, and a pistol was pulled from his holster by Alan and placed into Elvin's hand.

The short officer was stunned for a moment, and then he started shouting, "I didn't do that! You must have seen it wrong!"

He turned his head to look at his brother, "Fuck, tell them I didn't do that!"

Elvin fired a shot at him, but the trigger didn't pull. Alan couldn't help but laugh, "Safety, brother."

Elvin glanced at him sideways and clicked the safety off. By now, the tall officer had reacted, "He didn't do it, sir, he didn't do it!"

Seeing that Elvin wouldn't listen to his explanation at all, the short officer wasn't willing to sit and wait for death; he stood up and ran for his life.

But how could a person's running speed be faster than a bullet?

Kua, kuakua...

The sound of gunfire in a warehouse is different from the sound of gunfire in an open space outside; it is somewhat muffled.

The short officer fell directly to the ground. He tried to crawl up, but after running two steps, he fell again. Then he struggled to turn over, looking at the bloodstain spreading across his chest, gasping for air in large gulps.

Elvin walked up to him. In just over ten seconds, he had already started using mandibular breathing, and his chest and abdomen were heaving significantly due to the breathing motion.

One bullet had grazed a pulmonary artery, and in less than twenty seconds, it had almost filled his lung cavity!

Shooting him at this moment wasn't to hurt him, but to help him quickly escape the pain.

Elvin stood at a distance of four or five meters from him, holding the pistol low, and began to pull the trigger mechanically without even blinking.

The kuakua sound of gunfire continued until the slide locked back with a click. Only then did he glance at the pistol in his hand and toss it to Alan.

The short officer was no longer moving; the bullets were all concentrated on his head. The other two people in the warehouse were so scared they could barely control their emotions.

The tall officer was slightly better off, but the one wearing the duckbill cap had literally pissed himself!

Although he was a gangster, the local gangsters weren't this wild!

He knelt on the ground against a pillar, looking at Elvin with pleading eyes, shaking his head slightly, as if begging for something.

Elvin walked up to the duckbill cap. He was almost curled up, pressing his forehead against the ground, muttering "please" over and over; he just wanted to live.

He had no idea this shipment was so troublesome!

If he had known, he wouldn't have sold it at all, he wouldn't even have touched it!

Even if he had to flee to another city, he wouldn't have touched this shipment!

Elvin looked at his back for a few seconds, "You're a lucky guy."

He didn't have the habit of killing indiscriminately, although in some people's eyes, this duckbill cap should also be finished off because they were in the same group.

However, Elvin had his own ideas, "Tell those people, this is our Lanse family's cargo. Tell them to bring the cargo and come ask for our forgiveness. Otherwise, after these people's affairs are finished, we will purge all the gangsters in New Birmingham!"

"You can go now, Mr. Hat."

The duckbill cap raised his head; his face was covered in tears and snot. He couldn't believe he had actually been spared?!

He looked at Elvin with surprise and walked toward him on his knees. Others pulled out their pistols to aim at him, but Elvin raised his hand to stop them.

He kissed Elvin's leather shoe, "God bless you, merciful sir!"

Saying that, he took two steps back before climbing up, maintaining a stooped posture, and trotted away.

When passing the short officer, his gaze was somewhat complex.

This bastard sometimes bullied him too, but now, he was lying less than a meter away from him.

He was still alive, but he was dead.

After watching Mr. Hat walk away, Elvin turned to look at the tall officer, "Do you have any value left?"

"If you can't find the value in living, I can only send you to meet your good brother in hell."

He pulled out his pistol and looked at him.

At this moment, Officer Dai Wei only hated that his parents hadn't given him a few more brains so he could think of something to save himself faster.

Seeing Elvin take the pistol with a fresh magazine again, he suddenly shouted, "I know what they look like, and I know where they live!"

(End of chapter)