Shadow Empire

Chapter 550 Brain Supplement [666+14]
Fergal's yelling made Lance hold the receiver far away, and everyone in the room could hear which door he was talking on.

Lance waited until he had caught his breath and stopped talking before placing the receiver to his ear, "I hope you'll always think this way, Fergal."

"By the way, French Q Vomit!"

He hung up the phone with a bang, but he didn't seem angry.

His men killed perhaps a dozen or twenty of Fergal's men in the middle of the night and burned down his bar, causing him heavy losses.

He would also be very angry if someone did that to him.

Then he picked up the receiver and called Chief Blue. Chief Blue had been living in the police station during this period. In this regard, he inherited Charlie or Hunter's style and set up a lounge in his office.

In this way, you don’t have to go home after dark every day. You can just ask someone to bring some food over and continue working until late at night.

Charlie and Hunter's trusted subordinates are almost all over the important positions of the Jingang City police force. It is not an easy task to eliminate these people and replace them with people they can trust.

Because there are too many vacant positions, and he, including Duke, does not have so many available players!

They must find ways to find some people who are willing to approach them and are sensible to fill these positions from among their colleagues who are not so close to them but who they know and have alumni relationship with.

A father once said to his child, "No matter what, you should work hard, because the results of your hard work will be the starting point of your future life, not the end point!"

This statement is actually very correct, and it was vividly reflected in this major purge of the police force.

Without considering those who were purged, those who were selected by Charlie and Duke were basically alumni of the Jingang Police Academy and their "junior students".

Hard work may not give you the future you want, but when opportunities arise, you are much more likely to get them than those who don't work hard.

At least in this talent selection, they did not consider anyone who was not a graduate of the police academy!

Their identity as alumni allows them to feel more at ease with these people!
In the social relationships of the Federation, if you betray your family, the people around you will only say to you, "That's terrible, you made a wrong decision."

They will think that you just made a small mistake, or even a mistake that a normal person would make, and then forgive you from a friend's perspective.

But if you betray your circle and your alumni, they will be extremely disappointed in you and won't even want to talk to you anymore, and you will quickly become a disgrace.

Then they will isolate you, marginalize you, and ultimately make you disappear from their presence.

If they don’t want to be marginalized and isolated in the future, they can either refuse or stay loyal to the circle when they are singled out.

No one can refuse when God finally favors them after being beaten by real life for so many years.

The two of them were busy until late at night, and when the phone rang, Director Blue was still awake. He was thinking about some work matters.

The shrill sound of the telephone ringing startled him.

He cursed a few words, then walked out of the lounge in his pajamas and answered the phone, "It's eleven o'clock now..."

He glanced at his watch, and then his tone, which was originally slightly complaining, instantly turned into a very gentle tone, and the transition was very smooth, "Is there anything I can do?"

It was Lance, and there was no way he could say no to this now.

"...Okay, I understand. I'll arrange it right away."

After hanging up the phone, he rubbed his temples, then turned on the desk lamp and sat behind his desk wearing plaid pajamas and a nightcap.

He picked up the phone, dialed the lobby number, and the call was soon connected.

"Sir?"

Director Blue lit a cigarette and took a hissing breath. He changed the way he held the receiver. He knew he had to push it back when he went to sleep.

"Arrange some police officers to go to...these places. Do not raise the alarm. Hide in the alleys."

"If there is a fight, sound the alarm immediately and catch the people who fought with the Lance family. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Very good. The Imperial District Bureau will cooperate with you when the time comes. Work hard at night and cheer up."

After he hung up the phone, he dialed the duty number of the Imperial District Bureau and gave instructions as well.

If Fergal's men come to take revenge at night, Lance will let them know what "chaos damage" is!
Although the police officers were somewhat unhappy about having to go out on a patrol in the middle of the night and most likely all night, this was an order from the chief himself, so they had no choice but to do it.

Just like employees in a company have no right to rebel against the chairman, even if they are reluctant, they have to obey at this time.

Seven or eight police cars drove out of the police station. According to Chief Blue's request, they did not sound the sirens or even turn on the police lights.

After they met up with the Imperial District police officers outside the Imperial District Police Station, they went to the designated locations separately.

The police officers from the headquarters were a little confused when they saw the police officers in the next car all had smiles on their faces. They couldn't even secretly sleep in the police station during the night shift, so what was there to be happy about?
But they couldn't just ask casually, otherwise it might make the colleagues in the branch think that the people in the headquarters were unwilling to work the night shift. Where there are people, there is face, and the society composed of people cannot avoid the issue of face.

But soon, they understood why the police officers from the Imperial District Police Station were not frustrated.

About twenty minutes later, someone came over carrying a few bags, and the police car next to them turned on its lights, which allowed the police officers from the General Administration to discover that the person who came was a young man.

He had a red armband on his left arm. He now walked to the side of the Imperial District Police Station's police car and handed over the paper bag, and then to their own car.

The police officer in the passenger seat and the police officer in the driver's seat looked at each other, then looked at the car next door, and finally decided to take it.

They also said "thank you".

The young man smiled and patted the roof of the car. "Thank you for your hard work tonight. If you need anything, come and call me. I'll be in the bar."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. I promise that I'm like an owl. I'll keep one eye open even when I sleep!"

The young man said goodbye to them with a smile, then turned and left.

The police officers at the headquarters had never encountered such a thing. They opened the brown paper bag that contained the water and the first thing they saw was two food boxes containing beef cubes and lamb chops, two very small rolls, a small piece of butter and a small bowl of vegetable salad.

The police officer in the cab whistled. He was indeed a little hungry.

After the two of them each got one portion, there were two bottles of drinks, non-alcoholic orange juice with lemon, sour and sweet, a favorite of Federal people.

And 2 cups of coffee.

Further down... they saw an envelope. The two looked at each other again, took out the envelope, opened it, and found two ten-dollar bills inside.

At this moment, they suddenly felt that... there was actually nothing wrong with working the night shift.

The two men divided the money in silence and then started eating the food.

Those sons of bitches in the Imperial District Bureau have a damn good life!

They waited all night, and until dawn, there was no fight, and Fergal did not attack them in the middle of the night.

Fergal was a little suspicious. He wondered the purpose of Lance's sudden attack on his bar in the middle of the night. Did he hear that the three of them had met that night, so he set a trap?
He thought too much, and Lance's unreasonable behavior made him suspicious.

The thing people fear most is thinking too much, because the more you think, the more possible problems you can find in yourself.

You will feel that neither this nor that is possible, and ultimately you can do nothing.

You are still thinking about how to approach a girl naturally and unobtrusively, then cultivate feelings and finally confess your love to her.

The yellow-haired guy asked directly if he had any friends.

It is not always the case that thinking more is better!
Of course this time, Fergal was actually right.

If he sends people to fight with Lance without considering the consequences, what will greet him will be the iron fist of justice!

Fergal didn't sleep well that night. He kept wondering why Lance suddenly attacked his bar?

Unlike him, Bandi and Gauri had been watching the developments since they had started the dispute.

They had a good night's sleep when they found out that Lance had burned down Fergal's bar.

Early in the morning, the ringing of the phone woke Bendy up. Instead of showing any impatience, he rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.

The satin pajamas gave him a comfortable feeling of sleeping naked, especially the satin fabric that stuck to his skin, giving him the illusion of directly touching a girl's skin.

He leaned against the head of the bed and picked up the phone. "The sun has just risen."

Fergal on the other end of the phone sounded a little uneasy, "My bar was attacked, and he knew about our meeting last night!"

Bendy was stunned for a moment and didn't react immediately, "Who knew we met?"

"Lance!"

"He must have known about our meeting, and even what we talked about last night. Who do you think leaked it?"

Bendy's head was full of question marks. How come there were new changes after he fell asleep?
He hesitated for a while, "I don't know, is there any misunderstanding?"

He walked to the window with the phone in hand, "Why do you think so?"

Fergal thought that Lance must have known that they met last night, and said that he would teach Lance a lesson to make him know that he should respect them, the elders, which led to the attack at night.

The only sound in the receiver was Fergal's heavy breathing. After a while, he said, "I think we need to meet again, the sooner the better."

(End of this chapter)