Shadow Empire

Chapter 576 New Script
After parking the car, the police officer sat in the driver's seat for a while before walking into the police station.

Someone greeted him and he responded with a smile, just like he did every day before.

He came to his desk, took out a rag and carefully wiped everything on the desk.

During this time, I also chatted with my colleagues for a while.

Because he took a day off during the day, he will be here all night.

Everyone still has things to do in the first half of the night. That’s the good thing about working the night shift together: when there are enough people, you won’t be too sleepy.

If he were alone, he would have fallen asleep long ago.

They could talk about many interesting things, which kept their eyelids from becoming increasingly heavy.

By the second half of the night, even the number of people going to get coffee became fewer and fewer. Many people were either leaning on their chairs or lying on the table, falling asleep.

According to the requirements in the police work manual, they have obviously... violated the regulations.

But many times, the information in the work manual is written for non-staff to read. Who among the real staff would have the time to read the work manual?
The old employees will tell the newcomers that if you take it seriously, then congratulations, you can't even do the most basic job.

He looked at his colleagues around him, then picked up the cup and walked towards the tea room.

There was a coffee machine, coffee powder, a coffee pot, and hot water in the tea room. He easily made himself a cup of coffee, and then used a public cup to make the second cup.

Sometimes people who call the police, lawyers, or other people who are related to the case but are not criminals come here to record statements or handle other matters.

Some cases are relatively more complicated and take significantly longer.

They couldn't just let those people sit there, they needed to get them some coffee or something.

The public coffee cups here are for these people.

He pulled the small box out of his pocket, took out one of the pills and threw it in.

He watched the pills stagger to the bottom of the cup, and after some tiny bubbles appeared, there was no other movement.

He picked up the stirring spoon and stirred it, then left the tea room with the coffee.

He also went to see Bandy when he was caught.

He was also curious. As Bendy was definitely a very famous figure in the city, his capture had many implications.

Many people wanted to meet this legendary figure in the police station.

But he didn't see it. After Bandy came, he was locked up in the interrogation room, and there was a special person guarding the door.

He wasn't sure if he could get the coffee in, but he had thought of plenty of reasons in the process.

For example, if someone asked me to bring in a cup of coffee, all he had to do was bring the coffee in and let Bendy drink it.

If someone else wanted to steal the coffee, he would let them get it themselves. If they jokingly insisted on having the cup in his hand, he would accidentally knock it to the ground.

He thought of many ways to deal with the situation and how to complete this mission.

He actually no longer cared whether he would be exposed or not, because once he went in, he would definitely be exposed.

Only one person delivered a cup of coffee in the whole night, and then Bandy was poisoned to death. So whoever delivered the coffee is the murderer, that's for sure.

He wouldn't think that the young man would spend one hundred thousand dollars just to get Bandy to take a vitamin tablet. That was impossible and unrealistic, so this pill was a poison.

When he turned around and came here with a look of impatience on his face, he did not see the scene he expected.

There was no one on duty in the interrogation room, and even the entire corridor was unattended. Everything he had seen before seemed like an illusion.

He looked back, then looked in other directions, and after confirming that this was the right place, he came out of the interrogation room with a confused heart.

The door was ajar.

These people are too careless. What if Bandy sneaks out?
He thought to himself and pushed open the door. He saw Bendy sitting in a chair smoking.

There were two packs of cigarettes on the table, and under his feet were two deformed cigarette boxes, the soft-shell kind, and cigarette butts all over the floor.

There was a very strong smell of smoke in the room. The moment he entered, the strong smell of smoke was like a punch to his head.

He waited two seconds before entering and leaving the room.

"Your coffee." He put the coffee on the table.

Bandy, who looked like a statue, gradually "came to life". First his eyes moved and turned towards the police officer, then his face, his movements, and finally he changed his sitting position and looked at the cup of coffee.

"Do you have to watch me drink it?" he asked.

The officer was a little confused about what he meant and looked a little embarrassed. He took a step back and said, "No, I just..."

Bandy shook his head, picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp. "It tastes like bitter almonds. My tongue is a little bit numb from the bitterness!"

He put down his coffee cup and looked at the officer, "Did you put too much in?"

He shook his head, and a large amount of sweat was squeezed out of his pores visibly. At the same time, his breathing became very rapid as he spoke, as if... he had just run in the same place for an hour and was almost out of breath.

He seemed to be unchanged in the previous second, but in the next second, he began to breathe heavily through his nose, and then he opened his mouth and took big, deep breaths.

His eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably, one hand tightly grasping the tabletop, his eyes slightly changing color as he looked at the police officer.

A small spot also appeared on the forehead... The police officer didn't know how to describe it, it was like a capillary suddenly floated up!
Bendy clenched his other hand into a fist and supported his thigh to prevent himself from falling.

But from his increasingly painful expression, it can be seen that his current situation is very bad!
The police officer was terrified. He didn't know what was going on, so he turned around and left quickly.

That bastard didn't tell him that this drug worked so quickly!
Watching the officer leave, Bandy could only lower his head and use his willpower to fight those strong feelings of impending death, in more ways than one!
He felt his mouth and tongue begin to go numb, then his scalp, and even his entire skin began to lose sensation.

He tried to move, but it was difficult to do so, and his breathing began to be stifled.

After breathing two or three times, he would stop inexplicably. It was not until he realized it subjectively and then breathed hard again that his lungs would begin to reluctantly relax and tighten again.

He knew that he was going to die soon.

At this moment, he unexpectedly discovered that the fear of death did not seem so strong, and all his attention was focused on dealing with his body's reaction.

After an unknown amount of time, his body went dark and he completely lost consciousness...

The police officer returned to the tea room and took his coffee back to his desk. He deliberately used his legs to push the chair to move. The harsh friction sound made his colleague who was also on night shift look up at him, then he lay back on the table.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat there in a daze for a while, maybe more than ten minutes. Only after he was sure that no one was going to cause trouble for him did he feel relieved.

What he didn't know was that someone had seen it all and recorded it.

If you don't attack him now, it's because it's part of the script.

Yes, it's part of the script. If we do something to him now, some of the scripts will not be easy to perform.

Amidst the anxiety and restlessness, he fell into a drowsy sleep until someone pushed him awake.

He saw Duke, who was striding towards the interrogation room with some people, including the forensic doctor, and his face looked very bad.

His colleague whispered beside him, "You know what?"

"Bendy is dead!"

"The guard had a stomachache last night. Someone sent a cup of coffee to him while he was in the bathroom, and then poisoned Bandy to death!"

He showed a shocked expression, "Oh my God, they dare to kill people in the police station?"

"Do you know who did it?"

His colleague shook his head. "I don't know, but he's definitely not a small character. The guy on night shift has been sent to the interrogation room. They think he has problems too."

"If you ask me, I just happened to be lucky and fell somewhere else at the same time-" "If he hadn't had a stomachache, he might be a corpse now."

"But because he had a stomachache, he survived even though Bandy died."

"The killer wouldn't have let him go if he hadn't left!"

The police officer disagreed with these speculations. He would not easily take action against his own people. He still has his own bottom line.

The forensic doctor soon found the cause of death: cyanide poisoning from excessive amounts of cyanide. They also detected cyanide in some of the coffee residue in the cup.

The police officer on duty at the entrance of the police station last night said that no one came in through the main gate, and several back doors were also completely closed at night in accordance with regulations.

The coffee cup on the table is the public coffee cup in the tea room. There are only two places to get it:

The police station’s spare supplies warehouse.

A pantry is also available.

The tea room is in the middle of the police station's officers' offices. If someone other than the police comes in and goes to the tea room to make a cup of coffee and then brings it to the interrogation room, someone will definitely notice it.

But those who didn’t sleep last night didn’t notice anyone doing that, at least they didn’t notice any outsiders, so there is only one possibility.

The killer who killed Bandy came from within the police department.

The police officers at the police station who heard this conclusion all showed incredible expressions, but some of them showed an understanding look of "So that's it" on their faces.

There is only one possibility that could make them risk great danger to silence someone in the police station: either they were threatened or they were tempted.

Soon Chief Blue also came down. He said that this was a very serious case and he would thoroughly investigate the entire police station. He hoped that the man would come forward as they were all colleagues.

The police officer didn't know what to do and he was a little confused.

But as long as people can survive, they will try every possible way to survive.

He did not turn himself in and continued to pretend he didn't know who did it.

"Is the investigation clear?"

"His wife was taken away by the hospital, and he paid a one-time medical bill of more than 50,000 yuan for his wife's cancer treatment."

"According to some of our research, he had been raising money for his wife's cancer."

"It's just that he still lacks about 20,000 yuan to make up the total."

"I checked some information and found that he had not sold his house or car, nor did he have any other loan information, and the money he raised was still in the bank."

"This 50,000 yuan came very strangely and suddenly. It should be someone paying him for his hard work in delivering the poison to him."

"The hospital gave me feedback that last night, he suddenly requested that his wife be treated according to the planned plan, so the person who contacted him should have been after he got off work last night."

Duke was sitting opposite Chief Blue, and he was not talking to Chief Blue, but to Lance.

The phone on the desk was on speakerphone, so Lance could hear every word he said.

If they hadn't deliberately moved the guards away, there would have been no way that guy would have been able to get the coffee in.

Both Lance and Bandy knew that it was time for him to leave, but he couldn't be killed by Lance or anyone else, Congressman Williams.

He needs to be "silenced". Only when he is silenced can a... be left behind... It's like a very smooth square box. If you don't have a place to put your strength, it will be difficult to lift it.

Bandy's death was equivalent to leaving two places on the smooth box where strength could be applied, allowing it to be easily lifted.

This is also a "fulcrum".

After listening to this, Lance was a little moved, "What a touching love!"

"But this is not a reason for us to forgive him. We will arrest him after the matter has fermented for a while."

Chief Blue asked, "Do we need him to explain who ordered him to do this?"

This was a very clever response. He made it very clear that he wanted the police officer to point out "who" had instructed him to do so.

But in fact, they all knew with great probability that the person would not really appear in front of him, and there was a middleman in the middle, so it was impossible for him to know who was behind all this.

But why did Director Blue say this?

Because sometimes, people don’t really care what the truth is, they only care about what they see.

When this police officer testified that a big shot in the Bay Area had instructed him, regardless of whether he had evidence or not, or whether it was true or not, the police department had reason to investigate and collect evidence from the person he accused.

And they can obtain a subpoena and search warrant from the judicial department through the "testimony of key witnesses"!

These things are very important.

Because their next opponents will be the big guys in the Bay Area, the judicial department will be more cautious in issuing legal documents than before and will not give them what they want so easily.

Everything must comply with and conform to the provisions of the judicial process, and there must not be the slightest encroachment.

Lance didn't deny it, "Wait for my news."

He paused and said, "This incident made me realize a problem. In fact, even after we have increased the income of the police, they still cannot afford some terrible, sudden, and large economic expenses."

"It makes them vulnerable and potentially exploitable."

"Remember what I told you before?"

Director Blue was stunned for a moment. Lance had said so many things to him that he could hardly remember them all.

He didn't say anything, so Lance knew he couldn't remember. But he didn't mind it, so he reminded him, "I plan to set up a foundation to deal with unexpected financial expenses for police officers' families."

"For example, the problem this police officer encountered can be helped by the foundation once it is established."

"In terms of finance and medical care, we can help him find better medical institutions and better experts!"

"And we're not limited to just medical issues, the cost of sending our kids to college, the loans we take out when we buy a house."

"We can give them some money for free, for example, for medical problems, some people need a large sum of money for medical treatment, but they can't afford it. We can give them the money directly."

"For things like buying a house or going to college, they can be done with low-interest or interest-free loans."

"This will help us to a greater extent prevent things like this from causing a rift that shouldn't appear!"

"Honestly, I initially thought the most likely scenario was that a killer broke in, killed him, and was caught by us when he was leaving."

"But when you told me that it was done by one of our own people, I found it ridiculous!"

In fact, someone had been watching them. They knew everything, but they didn't know that it was a policeman who showed up instead of some mysterious killer.

Director Blue and Deputy Director Duke's attention was obviously not here. Their attention was on the foundation that Lance mentioned!

What this foundation is going to do makes them feel dizzy!
They know very well how tempting such a foundation is to the police officers. In order to maintain the operation of the foundation, they will stand on the side of the foundation instead of the directors or mayors!
As Lance increases the officers' income, they will have more ideas than before.

Will they move to a single-family home instead of living in an apartment where people urinate and defecate everywhere, or will they consider sending their children to college?
But they can't do either of them independently.

When people can't do something, they are very likely not to care about the things they can't do.

But once they have the opportunity to do it, they will care very much!

Lance is building a police welfare system that is independent of the municipal system, and it is a system that people cannot refuse.

The two looked at each other and saw horror and helplessness in each other's eyes.

They don’t know how much money Lance has made in the past few years to allow him to squander like this!

But they knew for sure that it was definitely a huge sum of money, so much that they couldn't even imagine it!
(End of this chapter)