Shadow Empire
Chapter 518 He is dead!
Chapter 518 He is dead!
"What can I do to help?"
Chief Blue's attitude now is very humble. He actually knows very well that if Lance is fine, then he will be fine too.
If anything happened to Lance, he would most likely be purged right after Lance got into trouble.
Just because Charlie and Hunter don't touch him doesn't mean he is safe now, it just means they haven't pulled their hands away yet, or "Tall Lance" is still helping him bear the pressure.
Charlie and Hunter have long regarded the police force as their ladder to climb up. Chief Blue's behavior is equivalent to destroying this ladder and giving it to others. How can they possibly forgive him?
But if Lance doesn't fall, it will be difficult for them to take action against Director Blue. At the same time, leaving him behind is also a warning to others who have other ideas in mind.
Whether in the past, present or future.
No matter what kind of Jingang City and forces Charlie and Hunter are facing, at least they have the final say in the police force!
Even if Blue joins Lance, so what?
Didn’t he just go to the Forest Police Station and keep the company of the little animals?
What they want to express is that changes in the outside world will not affect their control over the police force.
So, no matter what, nothing can happen to Lance, from Chief Blue's point of view.
"Don't be so nervous. The situation is not as bad as you think!" Lance comforted him first, "Everything is under our control."
"I need some help now because the police force is relatively independent and I need to know the situation of my people in the police station."
"It's not that I don't trust them, but I believe that humans always have flaws."
"Some people cannot resist certain temptations, some people cannot fight pain, some people are afraid of fear, and people have all kinds of flaws and problems."
"We can't guarantee that everyone can fight against those people's torture, we need some insurance."
Director Blue knew what he meant, and his brain started to work. After a long while, he said, "I have a few friends in the headquarters. Maybe they can help."
The police station is very busy today, and the Hazardous Materials Management Bureau is also very busy because they have arrested a large number of suspects, totaling more than a hundred people.
These more than one hundred people were divided into two groups, one part was handed over to the Hazardous Materials Administration for review.
Another part of it is in the police station. Charlie asked Hunter to get some confessions and even evidence about Lance and Lance's family, instead of handing them all over to the Hazardous Materials Administration.
Of course Hunter knew what Charlie meant. A knife is always most reliable when it is in one's own hands. It is not safe at all when it is in someone else's hands.
Either the person holding the knife will not listen to you, or he may stab you with the knife.
So as soon as these people were sent back, the entire bureau went into high-speed operation and began to interrogate these suspects.
There were people in every interrogation room, and even in some police officers' offices there were people being interrogated. This was an unprecedented large-scale operation, a big move, and a big gain for the General Administration!
Hunter also participated in the interrogation. He took off his coat, leaving only a brown vest. His rolled-up sleeves and unbuttoned collar showed that he was quite busy.
He lit a cigarette and looked at the young man sitting on the chair opposite him. The young man drooped his head and sticky blood kept dripping slowly from his mouth.
Gastric juice, plus blood and saliva, make up it all.
He was completely motionless, as if he were dead, but from the slight rise and fall of his chest, it was clear that he was still alive.
Hunter panted slightly, puffed on his cigarette, and glared at the young man. He was tired.
Tired of fighting.
Beating people can be tiring, and it’s more tiring than working!
After taking several puffs, he walked up to the young man, grabbed his hair, and made him tilt his head back to face him.
The young man had a swollen nose and face, and one of his eyes was so swollen that the pupil was almost invisible, and the slit between his eyes was also red and swollen like blood.
He took the cigarette butt in his hand and pressed it against the young man's swollen cheek. The young man's body trembled slightly, but that was all.
There was no scream. Compared to what he had just endured, this level of pain had no deterrent effect at all.
"We have one night." Hunter loosened his hand, and the extinguished cigarette butt fell to the ground. The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, with a taste of cruelty.
A smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face. Because his face was a little distorted, the smile looked a little hideous, but Hunter could tell that it was a smile.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?", he punched the young man hard in the stomach.
The young man groaned, then vomited and spat out a mouthful of sticky blood.
It's made up of blood, gastric juice and saliva, it's sticky and hard to bite.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt a little better.
"Kill me if you can," he said.
This sentence made Hunter extremely angry. He had never met such a difficult person. As he said this, he raised his fist, wanting to teach the young man a lesson, but his new assistant grabbed his arm.
"If you hit me again, I'll die."
Torture, injuries resulting from torture, and death resulting from torture are three completely different issues.
Federal law prohibits torture, but almost all police departments, or all law enforcement agencies, use torture.
It is not like what foreigners think, that the police will bring you a cup of coffee and finish the interrogation by chatting with you like a friend.
They'll throw a few punches to let you know they're going to fight, and then they'll use some "little tricks" to get you to talk as soon as possible.
If you don't cooperate, there will be a big meal next.
Therefore, the problem of torture is very common. After all, criminals are not like primary school students who have made mistakes in the classroom. They answer whatever the teacher asks.
Even primary school students tell lies sometimes!
Therefore, torture is necessary, but it should not cause casual injuries.
Once wounds are left, there is a high possibility that the confession will be invalidated, especially for those who have hired more professional lawyers. Their lawyers may question the legality of the confession.
What a person says when he is being beaten or tortured is clearly an argument for self-protection and is not sufficient to be used as valid evidence in court.
As for death due to torture, that is a more serious problem and the main person in charge may lose his job as a result.
Hunter looked back at his new assistant, then lowered his fist.
But the young man laughed twice more and said, "Boss will avenge me."
Hunter's eyes were filled with fire, "Who is the Boss?"
The young man raised his head with all his strength and looked at Hunter, then spat a mouthful of blood on his pants and laughed.
A weak laugh.
Hunter's assistant hurried over, worried that Hunter would lose control, but what he didn't expect was that Hunter not only did not get angry, but seemed to have lost interest in the interrogation.
He looked at the young man for about ten seconds, then walked outside. "I'll go check out the other rooms. You clean up here."
His assistant nodded and started to clean up the mess. This was his job. The status, power, and benefits he had gained were all because of his current efforts.
As he cleaned up the room, he said, "You shouldn't do that. Just say something to fool him."
The young man raised his head slightly and glanced at him without saying anything.
The assistant continued, "This is at least better than being beaten like this."
After waiting for a few seconds, the young man spoke, "Whatever he did to me today, Boss will do to him tomorrow."
The young man looked at him with a gleam in his eyes, "He's dead!"
For a moment, the assistant shuddered, because he had a strong intuition telling him that what the young man said was true!
This made him feel scared, uneasy, and silent.
He stopped talking, sighed, packed up, and helped the young man up, "I'll take you to where you'll stay for the night."
He was taken to a separate office and handcuffed to a radiator.
Fortunately, the assistant was not a black-hearted person. If it was a radiator turned to the maximum power, it would be enough to make the young man suffer for a whole night.
If he relaxes for a moment, he will get burned and his body will be covered with blisters tomorrow morning.
But the radiator was only turned to a very low temperature, which would not burn him but would warm his body instead.
The young man was not completely ungrateful. He had heard from his "seniors" about the treatment he might receive when he entered the police station. He asked, "Can you give me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter?"
He now had a little more strength. "I will definitely not be able to sleep tonight." After thinking for a while, the assistant took out a large box of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and put them on the ground. He also took out two small candies and handed them to him. "I'll get you a glass of water later."
The young man nodded slightly, "Thank you."
Because there were so many people, in order to avoid collusion, almost all the rooms were used.
So far no one has explained the situation, and Hunter has become ruthless. Since he has completely offended Lance, he will not be able to sleep unless he sends Lance to jail and quietly eliminates him.
Instead of resting, he kept an eye on those who were captured, and even occasionally interrogated them personally.
But not everyone else was like him. Many police officers went home to rest. They were busy until late at night and were tired.
At half past two, Nate drove back home.
Nate is one of the chiefs of the city police department's crime division, responsible for almost all types of cases except criminal cases.
There are eight offices in the department, with eight supervisors. They all have their own teams and are not usually very busy.
Most cases are investigated at the branch police station, and criminal cases are handled by the criminal department, which often plays the role of "headquarters' thugs."
For example, the child of a big shot was in a traffic accident. His car collided with another car, and then he beat up the other person with a golf club.
The case was originally handled by the branch, but the child's father found Charlie, so the crime department of the headquarters began to intervene.
They transferred the case from the branch to the headquarters, and then used a series of technical means, including but not limited to intimidation and threats, to make the victim accept "mediation" and give up the prosecution.
This is their main job. They can be thugs or they can clean up the mess for their masters.
But today the role they play will be more sharp, as they will interrogate those stubborn young people.
Nate is in his forties and a bit old, and staying up late is like two punches to him.
He is not God, and he can be knocked down with two punches, so after his work was completed temporarily, he came back on his own initiative.
The car stopped in the driveway outside the house. His house had a garage, but he was too lazy to park inside as he had to go to the police station early the next morning.
Moreover, the rolling shutter door would make a noise when it opened, and his family should have gone to rest, so he stopped by the roadside.
After getting out of the car, he took out the key, and just like countless times before, he aimed at the keyhole when he was still a dozen steps away and walked towards the gate.
When he approaches the door, the headlight automatically lights up -
There is a blanket in front of the gate, which leads from the gate along the steps to the ground, and is about one meter long.
This blanket is specially made. When the pressure inside it changes due to being stepped on, it will trigger a switch and turn on the light at the door.
This ingenious design is common in many middle-class communities, and some even have voice-activated lights, but the effect isn’t as good as this.
Although voice control is cutting-edge technology, it is best not to make any noise late at night, otherwise your neighbors will complain.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would have inserted the key into the keyhole in one go, just like he had practiced it thousands of times, but a small accident happened today.
The moment the light came on, he saw a man standing by the door. He was so scared that he reached out for the holster under his ribs and cursed!
"Be careful, don't fire it accidentally," the man said and took off his hat. The moment he saw Director Blue, Nate breathed a sigh of relief.
"You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!" he complained rudely.
The two were classmates in the police academy and lived in the same dormitory, and they had a good relationship.
Nate didn't open the door, but stood under the light and looked at Director Blue. He actually had some feelings in his heart.
Many people know that Chief Blue is now hanging out with Lance, so his appearance here means that trouble is approaching.
Nate doesn't like trouble.
"What's matter?"
"It's almost three fucking o'clock now, so I won't invite you in."
Chief Blue knew what he meant and how careful he was, and was not surprised by this. “Let’s talk in your car, unless you want others to know what we said here.”
"You're a piece of shit, you know that?" Nate walked towards his car impatiently. Although he kept cursing, he didn't refuse.
Soon they were in the car and Chief Blue handed him a cigarette.
Neither of them spoke. After smoking together for a while, Nate said, "Actually, you can turn back."
What he meant was that if Chief Blue expressed support for Hunter's position as chief and his job, then he could come back from the Forest Police Department.
Even if you can't become a director, there is nothing wrong with being a deputy or an office head in the general bureau.
Chief Blue shook his head. "It's not necessary, because Hunter does not represent all the police officers in Jin Port City, and he doesn't even represent the police department."
Nate frowned, "But he's the chief of police."
Chief Blue said in a very delicate tone, "John was once like that."
This sentence made Nate realize that this old classmate was really deeply bound to the Lance family, and he also realized the meaning of his words.
John was once, but now that he is dead, he is no longer!
"You're implying to me that Hunter will die."
Chief Blue did not directly answer the question, "How long has Hunter been away from the police department?"
When Nate first heard these words, he didn't realize it all at once, but as he began to think about the answer and ponder the question, he suddenly realized Director Blue's underlying meaning.
Hunter didn't leave the police station because he was afraid of dying.
Seeing that his old classmate understood what he meant, he continued, "He is just gambling now. He is gambling that he can destroy the Lance family and send Lance to prison before he dies."
"You see, he is actually very scared, more scared than anyone else."
"I know Lance and the Lance family better than any of you. He won't fall, at least not over such a small stone."
"So what happens next? Do I need to tell you?"
Nate took two long drags on his cigarette. "I could arrest you right now for what you just said."
Chief Blue didn't care at all. "If you want to arrest me, you have to be determined to stay in the police station like him and hide your family."
"He can send his family to the capital. He has made a lot of money as Charlie's thug over the years. He can afford to buy a house and a villa in the capital, so that his family can live well without working."
"how about you?"
Nate is also an old policeman. The news has washed away the confusion in his mind. He realized that Lance's people may have tracked down the information of Hunter's family.
When he heard this, his first reaction was to remind Hunter, but then he felt a chill!
The tail that had disappeared during evolution for perhaps hundreds of millions of years seemed to reappear, and was trembling, making his entire body tremble!
"Is it necessary?" he asked with a wry smile and refilled his cigarette.
Chief Blue asked back, "If someone wants to kill you, would you let him and his family go?"
He shook his head, "No, I will be like him. Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill his entire family!"
He patted Nate's shoulder, "And you have to understand, if Lance and the others can't take it anymore, they can run, then hide in the shadows and look for a chance for revenge."
"Can Hunter run?"
"He can't get away. No matter what, he's dead!"
"I told Lance that you are my good friend. If I become the director in the future, you will be the deputy director."
"Think about it. You're the first person I came to, but you're not the only one I'm going to contact. Give me a chance, and give yourself a chance, too."
The car suddenly fell into silence. This was indeed not an easy choice, and Director Blue did not urge him.
After waiting for about five minutes, he still didn't come to any conclusion. Director Blue's patience was exhausted, so he simply pushed open the car door and stepped out.
Just as he was about to leave, Nate asked, "What can I do for you?"
(End of this chapter)
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