Shadow Empire

Chapter 529 Panic and Making Friends
The mayor is in a good mood now. He is flipping through the newspaper in his hand, but his attention is obviously not on the newspaper.

From time to time, he would look up at the clock, as if something related to time was firmly controlling his attention.

Seeing that the time had already reached 3:20, the mayor closed the newspaper in his hand and placed it on the table beside him. "Speaking of which, that thing...should have arrived at the police station, right?"

The secretary added, "Blue, sir."

"Yes, yes, Blue, he should have received the appointment letter."

Thinking of this, the smile on the mayor's face became more obvious. He gave his secretary an assignment, "Guess what they will do?"

The secretary thought for a moment and said, "I'll call you."

The phone on the table suddenly rang. The two looked at each other and smiled, revealing what they had guessed.

The secretary walked to the table and picked up the phone. "This is the mayor's office."

Charlie was on the other end of the line, his tone a little impatient, "I don't think there's a file on Blue in the file of candidates for police chief that I gave to the mayor?"

The secretary's tone became stern. "Are you questioning the mayor's decision?"

Under the mayoral ruling system, Charlie has no way to fight against the mayor with his status as a city councilor who is not even considered a politician in the eyes of many people.

The breathing sound in the receiver became a little rapid. The mayor tilted his head and looked at the sunlight outside the window. At this moment, his mood was as good as his mood.

"No... that's not what I meant. It's just that Blue... he, uh, is in a complicated situation in the city right now."

"We have a lot of cases to deal with and we also face some unique challenges that he has not experienced before. I am very worried that he will not be able to do his job well."

"It disappoints the mayor and the citizens. After all, what we need is social stability, right?"

That's a good point. Charlie does have some ability, but the problem he faces now cannot be solved by political means.

When a person doesn't care about what he gains or loses and just wants to punch you, and you are unable to defend or fight back, you can only endure his fist kissing your cheek hard!
Other than that, you can't do anything!
He tried his best to explain, but it was obvious that his explanations made no sense.

The secretary glanced at the mayor and said, "The director candidate files you submitted are only for reference. We are not required to select one from the candidates you provided."

"Mr. Charlie, you are just a city councilor. The selection of government officials has nothing to do with you. No matter who the city hall chooses, it has nothing to do with you."

"This is not your job. Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course Charlie understood, but it was because he understood that he was so angry.

It's like he's telling Charlie, you fucking crossed the line!
But the police station was his territory, and he had no way to do anything about this matter.

The only thing he could do now was to try to say some harsh and threatening words to make the mayor change his mind.

"Brue is not a very talented person. He cannot play his role as an outstanding chief in that position. I believe he will not make the city's law and order better, but will only make it worse."

"Now is the most..."

"Snapped!"

The phone was hung up. Charlie stared at the receiver in his hand for a while. He grabbed the receiver with force and the veins on the back of his hand twisted, as if he wanted to crush the receiver to relieve the hatred in his heart.

But gradually, his hand loosened and he slowly put it back on the base of the phone.

This was another phone. He had just broken one. Although the club did not ask him to compensate, he still signed a check for two hundred dollars.

He rubbed his cheeks and went back into the other room.

The gentlemen were chatting and laughing, talking about something interesting. They saw Charlie come in and motioned for him to sit down.

"How about it?"

"Is it good news?"

Charlie looked at the people here, not knowing what expression to use to deal with them. After a while, he forced out a smile and said, "It's not good news."

"The mayor rejected the list of candidates I submitted and used Lance's guy, the guy named Blue."

The smiles on the faces of the Bay Area gentlemen gradually froze. The reason why they attached great importance to the police station was that in terms of the current federal law enforcement structure, the police station was the most basic law enforcement unit.

They cover almost all types of problems.

Maybe the police are not as powerful as the current Hazardous Materials Administration, but the enforcement scope of the Hazardous Materials Administration is very narrow.

They only have enforcement powers when it comes to suspected illegal tobacco, alcohol and dangerous goods.

Unlike the police, no matter what type of case or problem it is, as long as someone makes a call, they can intervene.

Every year the Bay Area has to deal with some troublesome things, such as corpses, contraband, dangerous goods and the like. If the person in the position of police chief is not one of their own, then the "rhythm of life" in the Bay Area will become very chaotic!

The men in the Bay Area have long been accustomed to the current pace of life. If they were asked to change it suddenly, they might not be able to adapt.

"Is there any way to remedy this?" Mr. Hof asked.

He was also one of the main beneficiaries of the police chief and would abuse the call girls with various implements.

If something good happened nearby when his emotions were relatively stable, then it would only be an ordinary fetish carnival.

He would torture the call girls and possibly injure them, but never fatally.

But if he has encountered something very bad recently, which makes his mood and temper become very bad, then he may hurt the call girls or even kill them.

Fetish games are always full of danger and fear, and it is normal to fail accidentally.

So at this time, with the police chief on his side, it would be very convenient to deal with the corpse and subsequent matters.

Register the girl as a "missing person", then dispose of her body, put it in a gasoline barrel and throw it into Angel Lake to erase all traces of her existence, and all problems will be solved.

The federal government currently registers at least 120,000 missing persons cases each year, and the clearance rate for these cases is no more than one percent.

That is to say, there are 120,000 missing people who have gone through the police system and gone through the relevant missing persons procedures, but in the end less than 1,000 of them may be found.

The others who disappeared eventually disappeared completely and were never seen again.

And their families, after repeated disappointments, will eventually forget this former family member completely.

After all, life must go on. No matter whether you can keep up with the pace of life or not, it will not stop for you. It will only keep moving forward and pull you along.

When it pulls you to run and you can't run anymore, you will be abandoned by it.

Given a choice between the future of a family and the complete disappearance of one of its members, most people choose the family over the missing one.

If the police chief was not one of their own, this guy would not let go of the body and the case, and would most likely trace it back to them in the end.

There is no perfect crime in this world. As long as there is a crime, there will be insiders and evidence.

Mr. Hof is in a bad mood right now, and this is very bad news.

Charlie opened his mouth, not knowing how or what to say.

Another gentleman could understand him. “The only way to change the result is to ask the mayor to revoke his decision, but we can’t convince him.”

They just beat the guy down, and before Councilman Williams became Mayor Williams, he was part of the Bay Area, so the argument is valid.

Mr. Hof frowned. "What if we take out something to exchange with him?"

Someone answered, "Maybe it's possible, we can give it a try..."

Several people intermittently talked about some possibilities that might change the mayor's mind, but they needed to discuss the details themselves. At this time, Duke also came to the police station. He has now been appointed as deputy chief by Chief Blue to assist him in managing and controlling the entire police station.

A lot of people have gathered in Director Hunter's office.

These people all had expressions of excitement and ecstasy on their faces. More than half of them were from the Imperial District Bureau and were Director Blue's old subordinates.

Now that he has been promoted to the chief of the city police department, these loyal subordinates will naturally be promoted as well.

Another part is the local police officers from the city bureau, led by Nate. They have maintained a decent relationship with Blue, and now that Blue has really become the director, they have all swayed over.

Whether in politics or in the police department, there is no shortage of such fence-sitters who will lean towards whichever side has the stronger wind.

But for Director Blue now, he still needs these people.

He was looking at the list of police department management in his hand, and then handed the list to Nate, "Brother, draw Charlie's diehard fans."

All eyes were focused on him, which made his heart pound. He circled the names of the policemen with a pen and asked in a calm tone, "How are you going to deal with these people?"

In fact, it’s not about how he plans to deal with these people, but how Lance plans to deal with these people.

Lance already has a plan, and Chief Blue knows something about it. He won't tell the truth until he is sure whether Nate and the people around him have really surrendered to him.

"I plan to observe them first. If they are obedient and willing to work hard, I can give them a chance!"

He looked at the others, "We all graduated from the police academy, we are all alumni, even God can't separate us, right?"

Those fence-sitters smiled more and praised his "wisdom".

Only he and Duke knew that a real "purge" was about to come.

The important position of police chief did not fall into Charlie's hands, which caused an invisible uproar in the entire Jingang City.

The Kodak family, who had originally planned to attack the Lans stronghold, simply suspended the attack plan and began to gather their men.

They didn't know how Lance was going to deal with them. They had teamed up with the police before to trick Lance. If Lance did the same in return, they would not be able to cope with it either.

Several high-end bars owned by the Kodak family directly announced temporary closure, citing the need for renovation, in order to avoid the same situation.

Just as they were all guessing what Lance would do next, Lance had already arrived in the capital by car.

The capital of Licare is Maintenon, which is the seat of the state government and the political and former economic core of Licare.

Maintenon has seventeen districts and a population of nearly two million, making it the largest city in the state of Licare.

However, perhaps between this year and next year, the title of the largest city will be taken away by Jingang City.

More and more refugees and illegal immigrants have entered Jingang City through various channels. Judging from the current talks between the federal government and some international organizations, the federal government is very likely to keep these people until the end of the war.

It seems that there is no problem in saying it, but who knows when the war will end, and who can tell whether these people are willing to leave the Federation after the war?

This leaves a lot of unknowns, but no matter what, it is a fact that the population of Jingang City has increased dramatically.

Some residents of Maintenon even disagreed with this. They felt that it was a shame for them to lose the title of the largest city. Some people even proposed that Maintenon should be the main force to receive refugees...

Well, hopefully their petition will come true.

The convoy entered a hotel in the center of Maintenon. After a short rest, Lance drove to a villa in the suburbs.

The area where the villas are located attaches great importance to privacy. The villas can hardly see each other, let alone peek into each other's lives.

After the car stopped, Rice took Madore into the villa and met the person he wanted to see - Terry Elliott, the Attorney General of Likalai State.

Terry Elliott is forty-nine years old, still in his prime. He has platinum hair and light blond eyebrows, and looks very Federal!
As soon as he entered the door, he shook hands with Lance enthusiastically. The state attorney general is a very, very important position, but it is still far inferior to the "rising stars" in Congress.

Everyone has a desire to make progress, and Terry is one of them. He hopes to go further, so he needs more help from Congress.

"Mr. Lance, please come in!"

He had figured out Lance's identity before he arrived here, every detail, including the fact that Lance was an illegal immigrant from the Empire, but he had turned himself into a federal citizen by exploiting loopholes in federal laws. He had found out everything.

When Officer Braden faced his superiors at the State Attorney's Office, he did not keep the secret in his heart, but spoke it out openly.

It was precisely because he knew about Lance's series of methods that the Attorney General did not underestimate this young man at all.

Not to mention he has connections to Congress!
Sometimes he really wanted to know how the lowest level of a society could touch the highest level?
Of course, he wouldn't ask, but would slowly uncover these secrets as they get along in the future.

Lance shook his hand and entered the room.

This is where the Attorney General usually holds secret social events. He is the only one in the entire villa, without even a housekeeper.

He didn't know what Lance came to him for, but he was very careful. Sitting in his position, he knew very well that he might get into big trouble because of carelessness once or twice.

"I heard that Attorney General, you are also a baseball fan?" The two men entered the living room, and before starting the formal topic, some pleasantries were always needed.

The Attorney General also nodded and admitted this, "I am a loyal fan of the Silver Hills. I have the signed bats and caps used by their previous championship hitters, as well as the championship ball!"

In the Commonwealth, if you don't know what a person, especially a man, likes, then talk to him about baseball!

If he doesn't like baseball, talk to him about football, weapons, hunting, fishing...

There is always one that he likes!

Lance smiled and motioned for Madore to take the long box in his hand. At the same time, he said, "This is my first visit to your home. I don't know what gift I should bring, so I brought a baseball bat. I hope you like it!"

bat?
The Attorney General was not particularly disappointed when he heard about this gift, because some baseball bats, especially those signed by Hall of Fame players, are not cheap.

But I didn't expect much because even if it was a signed bat from a Hall of Fame player in his championship game, it would only be worth a few thousand or tens of thousands at most.

He was actually quite satisfied with the gift chosen by Lance. As long as Lance didn't give him a metal baseball bat that cost nine dollars and ninety cents from the store, he would generally accept it.

After all, this was their first official contact.

When Madore placed the box containing the baseball bats on the coffee table, the Attorney General was a little surprised because he could tell from the slight shaking of the coffee table that the box was very heavy.

He looked at Lance with some confusion, and Lance turned the box around and motioned for him to open it.

The Attorney General looked at Lance for a while, then took a deep breath and opened it. Then his mouth slowly opened, and his face changed from calm to shocked and then to a smile. Finally, he said, "This thing..."

He reached out and touched the pure gold baseball bat in the box. He tried, but he couldn't lift it with one hand. How fucking heavy was it?

He didn't know, but he knew that this gift was very thoughtful.

"It's just a regular bat, I hope you like it."

The Attorney General licked his lips. Although he shook his head slightly, the expression on his face did not mean "shaking his head". "To be honest, I like it very much!"

A prosecutor who has at least two luxurious villas must be unclean!

He may not like it if you give him money, but he will definitely not hate it if you give him a solid gold baseball bat!
The Attorney General closed the box again. "Would you mind if my friend would take it to the inner room?"

Lance gave Madore a look, and the latter carried the box into a room inside and then walked out again.

During this break, the Attorney General smiled and said, "The Senator and I are also very familiar with each other. You are his friend, which means you are also my friend."

"Don't call me Attorney General, call me Terry!"

Making friends, it’s that simple!
(End of this chapter)