Chapter 861: Tricky opponent and storm

Mr. Walter had met many people.

As the rotating vice president of the Labor Alliance, he always had to contact people from all walks of life, so he had met many people.

Big capitalists, the kind whose net worth exceeded one billion twenty years ago!

Politicians could even be called statesmen—the first leader of the Social Party, the chairman of the committee, the initiator of the Social Party.

He had also met the leader of a big gang, the leader of one of the five major families in the Federation.

He had met the best opera emperor and opera empress of the Federation, he had met the most explosive magician of the Federation, he had met the most magical animal trainer of the Federation, he had met...

He had met many people, but no one could be like Lanse, giving him a feeling of low-key arrogance.

These two words put together had no problem, but when fused together, they were a bit uncoordinated and a bit conflicting.

This was like words such as "thick thin slices," which were conflicting, but Lanse gave him this feeling.

He held the newspaper. In the newspaper, Lanse was wearing his iconic soft felt hat, and there were some prints on the red silk hat hoop.

His face wasn't looking in the direction of the camera, but looking at the position of the court exit, with a smile on his face.

Carl followed closely behind him, with a smile on his face as well.

Around them were their people. Looking at the same armbands on their left arms, I don't know why it gave people a feeling of slight scalp numbness.

They lost the lawsuit, but laughed arrogantly. He seemed to be using this way to tell Mr. Walter that this was his kingdom, or he was mocking him fiercely!

Mr. Walter threw the newspaper back onto the table and glanced at the lawyer representative. "What way do we have to intervene in the investigation of Carl?"

The lawyer representative shook his head slightly. "We have no right to interfere with the prosecutor's work, and I heard a piece of news from a friend."

"The Chief Prosecutor of the Liklai State Prosecutor's Office, Terry, has a very good relationship with Lanse, and the Secretary of State also has a very good relationship with Lanse."

Mr. Walter's hand tapped rhythmically on the table, like playing the piano, do-re-mi-fa-so, clicking on the table with regular fluctuations, but it wouldn't make a sound.

"So you mean we can't do anything about Carl?"

The lawyer representative nodded. "If the Chief Prosecutor's side can't stand on our side, at least he can't remain neutral, then for us, it's not a question of way or no way."

The lawyer representative spread his hands. They could not show us the investigation progress, and they could drag this time indefinitely. As long as they weren't afraid of criticism from public opinion, they could completely do nothing, nor allow us to do anything.

In the current system of the Federation, in terms of law enforcement and investigation, the prosecutor has a higher-level authority.

As long as they take over the case, other law enforcement departments will find it difficult to continue the investigation, unless this matter is related to national security, then it is possible to be taken over by the Ministry of Defense.

But... a goddamn refugee gang leader couldn't be connected to national security at all, and Mr. Walter didn't know anyone in the Ministry of Defense, nor could he let people from the Ministry of Defense do this for him.

He sat there and thought for a while. "Is it possible for the matter we mentioned last time to be realized?"

The lawyer representative didn't have much hesitation. "We can try to do it, but I can't guarantee whether it can be done."

The matter they were talking about was to try to fabricate a case related to Carl in another state, apply for the arrest of Carl by the local prosecutor, and then secretly take Carl away from here.

As long as the Liklai State prosecutor hadn't gone through the process to detain Carl, then as long as the prosecutor in another state caught Carl, they could prioritize completing their case trial work.

Simply put, it's kidnapping!

This is definitely illegal. Whether it's forging documents or kidnapping Carl, these don't meet the legal provisions of the Federation.

But sometimes when facing some cases, if you don't use some off-board tricks, there is no possibility of promotion at all, just like now!

If they don't take action against Carl, then this case will never be able to advance.

Now there are different views within the Labor Alliance on this matter. Some people think there is no need to confront Lanse, who represents the power of Congress, head-on.

The most important work of the Labor Alliance at present is to establish a Workers' Party. Now the economy of the Federation is improving, and the income of workers is increasing, which means they will have higher participation in the process of social operation!

This is of great help to the establishment of the Workers' Party and the exertion of influence.

But there are also some people who think that if they can't handle the Lanse family and let them shake the foundation of the Labor Alliance and the union, it is equivalent to "setting a sample" for Congress, letting them know how to deal with the Labor Alliance and the union.

Even if they establish a Workers' Party, they will gradually lose those workers and lose influence.

The inconsistency of the two camps makes the president very annoyed. Now there is no need to consider the issue of legality or illegality. Solve Carl first, and then consider whether to negotiate or confront head-on!

Mr. Walter considered this and pursed his lips and nodded. "It can be done. Waiting any longer will only make the situation worse."

The lawyer representative didn't object. Anyway, he just worked for the union and Mr. Walter. "In terms of expenses..."

Mr. Walter asked, "How much is needed?"

The lawyer representative calculated simply. "The cost of paying the State Prosecutor's Office and the judicial department is about eight hundred thousand, and there is another two hundred thousand as my personal fee, one million and fifty thousand."

Mr. Walter smiled and agreed. As a vice president, he still had this authority, and the president also knew about this matter.

It's not that they don't have money. In fact, they are also very rich. How could a political organization as huge as the Labor Alliance, which has become distorted, not have money?

It's just that their money has become the same as capitalists' money, and they won't give it to the public or workers for no reason.

Mr. Walter's agreement made the lawyer representative show some smiles on his face. He took this two hundred thousand very happily. Of course, he would also pay taxes. In name, it was a consulting fee, but in fact, he could get about thirteen thousand and a little more, about fourteen thousand and a little more, after using some legal tax avoidance means.

Interpersonal relationships are valuable and can also be sold, so these elites in the Federation are always managing their relationship networks to obtain more opportunities.

After the lawyer representative left, the president of the Liklai State branch came to Mr. Walter's office. He looked at Mr. Walter and didn't speak immediately.

Mr. Walter felt a bit hairy being looked at by him, and his hands were placed flat on the table. "If you came to my office just to see what I'm doing, you've done it now!"

His meaning was that if there was nothing else, he would leave immediately.

Only then did the president continue to say, Debbie has contacted some people who were injured in the parade in the past two days.

When he heard this sentence, Mr. Walter suddenly became alert. "What does she want to do?"

He actually knew very well that these injured parade people were a trouble, so he arranged public relations means to deal with these people in the first place.

Including the problem of helping them lock the "perpetrator," strengthening the concept that "any problem should be pursued by the perpetrator, not others," helping them communicate with the hospital, helping them find the bank to inquire about mortgage loans, and also organizing a legal team to help them file a lawsuit.

Doing these things is partly to reflect the Labor Alliance's concern for these parade demonstrators, and partly to shirk some responsibility.

Otherwise, if nothing is managed, they will definitely find the Labor Alliance, and now it is exactly the important period of the Labor Alliance.

In fact, everyone, including Mr. Walter, knows very well that the simplest and most effective method is to give these people a sum of money first, pay their losses and medical expenses, and then they can find a way to find back the losses.

But at the same time, everyone knows very well that this cannot be done, or that they cannot do so.

The strike is like the sharpest dagger in their hands, which can take away the most precious thing of others—life.

But at the same time, the dagger itself is worthless. A dagger only costs a few cents.

When the dagger is broken, they won't consider looking for a knife sharpener and spending a price far exceeding the dagger to let the knife sharpener sharpen the dagger again.

They will only throw the dagger into the trash can, and then change to another dagger.

They can't make "sharpening the dagger" a manageable management, nor can they hurt themselves for a worthless dagger.

So everyone knows what is the most correct way to do it, but everyone also knows that right and wrong have no meaning in some issues, because what has meaning is the position.

When he heard that Ms. Debbie, a former member of the Labor Alliance, was contacting those injured workers, he knew there was some trouble.

"What does she want to do?", Mr. Walter asked.

The local branch president pursed his lips. "She might have some misunderstandings about our work!"

Mr. Walter shook his head and smiled. "You go find her to talk, and make it clear to her. Suspending her duties has always been to protect her... In short, find a reason yourself and handle her!"

The president sighed. "I know."

Subsequently, he got up and left.

After Mr. Walter waited for people to leave, he stood up and walked to the window, looking at the slightly gloomy sky outside the window, his eyes deep and solemn.

The difficulty of handling things here is greater than he imagined!

He still had a little confidence, but from the attitude of the locals and the people of this state during this period, it can be seen that they don't welcome him.

It's not that he hasn't encountered home-field advantage, but he hasn't encountered such a large home-field advantage. Those people almost clearly told him that they all stood on Lanse's side.

From players to referees to commentators to organizers of the competition, and even the stadium is the other party's person. How can this game be played?

Just when Mr. Walter was thinking about how to continue to break the situation, Lanse had already begun to prepare to leave Jincheng.

He contacted Senator Cleveland again, and the senator indicated that their goal of raiding the Jincheng wharf was mainly placed on the two port wharves and the military base.

Of course, it is not excluded that they will vent their private anger by firing shells into the urban area. This probability exists. Previously, the federal fleet attacked two ports of the Dantra Republic, causing a large number of civilian casualties—

From the perspective of the Federation and the Slavs, such shelling is just.

Because those young people, those adult male Dantra citizens, are very likely to become soldiers on the battlefield in the end.

Now solving the problem that bothers them most is equivalent to shooting the bullets that would have been shot at them on the battlefield in advance before they become soldiers, shooting at them at this time point.

The Federation people have fired at Dantra civilians, and Lanse doesn't think the Dantra Navy will miss this opportunity to fire at Federation civilians!

In fact, to some extent, killing each other's civilians in war is also a means used to seek victory, which cannot be talked about as right or wrong and moral issues.

War only talks about winning or losing, not others.

The weather in summer is like this, changing as soon as it changes.

One moment it might be clear, the next second it will be dark clouds. A military port in Dantra suddenly began to rain heavily, and a wet guy rushed into the coffee house on the side of the road.

While taking off his hat and carrying his clothes so they wouldn't stick to his body, he asked the waiter for a cup of coffee and pastries.

He chose a seat by the window. Many people around knew him. He was a resident who moved here after the New Year. He claimed to be a painter and indeed had a good ability to paint.

Sometimes he would set up an easel on the third-floor balcony to paint some nearby scenery, and sometimes he would also paint for passersby on the side of the road.

This is a very enthusiastic painter in his thirties, and some people call him an artist.

It must be said that his appearance is good, and he is also humorous, very popular with the girls on this street.

He is often surrounded by some girls, but so far, no one has really been able to walk with him. He always puts more enthusiasm into painting and life.

He is like the appearance of life in people's ideals, and everyone likes him very much.

The waiter brought his coffee. "Please enjoy, our great painter!"

Some guests hiding from the rain around burst into laughter, but not the kind of mocking malice, but with kindness.

Someone couldn't help but ask loudly, "When will the great painter hold his own art exhibition?"

This might be one of the dreams of every painter, to hold an art exhibition or even an art exhibition that belongs to him!

The painter's face was filled with a smile as bright as sunshine, completely different from the dark clouds outside. His eyes were Lanse's, deep and charming.

"Soon, when I save enough money, I will rent an art gallery. Maybe it won't be long!"

At this time, a female voice suddenly sounded, "I can lend you money!"

People suddenly laughed. People like the current bridge section, enthusiastic girls, and charming and romantic wandering artists with artistic atmosphere.

The painter laughed. "Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to earn this money by my own ability."

He had a noble quality that made people like him. Everyone chatted for a while, and then the chat sound became smaller.

Because the thunderstorm outside the house had arrived.

Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the world, as if to crush everything on the earth!

The painter looked at the blurred world, as if looking at a special oil painting.

It is split, piece by piece.

Every raindrop split this world and hid the fragments of the world in its own heart, so it composed this natural and beautiful artistic masterpiece.

Every second it is unique, and every change in color is full of changes that people want to explore.

Just when he was in a daze, he suddenly noticed that a touch of gray was constantly moving in the distance of this special oil painting.

His pupils contracted slightly.

He is a painter and also an agent. His job is to stare at the military port of Dantra. Once there is any change in the fleet here, he must notify the country.

He graduated from the Federal Airat Art Academy. Airat is a person's name, one of the greatest artists in the history of the Federation.

Although the Federation doesn't have any history, the artist is a real artist. Some of the oil paintings he painted are basically tens of thousands to more than one hundred thousand dollars now.

A small part with special value and significance has reached a high price of hundreds of thousands, not inferior to the works of well-known artists from hundreds of years ago on other continents.

If there were no accidents, he might really just be a painter, an artist, in his life.

But some things happened in the middle, which made him have to embark on this road.

After receiving training, he was sent to Dantra to lurk. The latest job arranged for him was to stare at the warships in the military port and figure out the changes in the departure and return of these warships every day.

How many warships went out, all of them, and how many warships returned, which ones returned, and how long was the interval, etc.

Very boring, but for him, this is exactly his favorite job.

He doesn't need to think nervously about any infiltration, theft, assassination, he just needs to choose a suitable position and then set up an easel.

While painting, while observing the situation of the port, he can complete the work of a whole day.

This job is so calm that he almost forgot that he is an agent—of course, this is impossible, it's just that the work is too calm.

Until this moment.

"Oh no, I forgot to collect my clothes!"

The painter stood up. The line of sight here is not very good. He needs a better position. "And the door of my balcony doesn't seem to be closed."

Others laughed. The seaside in summer is like this, raining as soon as it rains. Many people have encountered what he encountered.

The painter took out money and put it on the table, grabbed the pastry and ate it in two or three bites, then picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp, said goodbye to everyone, and rushed into the rain curtain.

The discussion about the painter also ended here.

The painter who returned to the third floor took out a telescope and looked at the military port in the heavy rain in the distance. A large number of warships painted with Dantra Navy or other countries' navies were leaving the port in large numbers!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 862 =====