Shadow Empire

Chapter 604 Another Choice
A minor character, he is in Jingang City now?

"What's wrong with him?" This was Tom's only last bit of "respect" for this minor character. He took the initiative to ask this person instead of passively waiting for something.

Lance laughed and said, "He is now the director of the Bureau of Tobacco, Alcohol and Dangerous Goods in Golden Harbor City. You know, sometimes people also call them the 'Prohibition Bureau.'"

"Yes, yes, I know, but it's not just like that." This kind of "folk" opinion actually does not influence decision makers or the people around them.

"He's a bit in the way, blocking the road, and I'm considering whether to move him out of that position."

Tom joked, "When you say 'move away' do you mean make him disappear?"

"Hmm, that's possible."

"I wonder if this will cause any trouble."

Tom thought for a moment and said, "There is no conflict of interest between his boss and us, but we need to be cautious about this matter."

"Prohibition is one of the core policies that Congress has promoted in recent years. You know, those who can promote the implementation of this law are those who have power in Congress."

"If those minor characters are really moved away, then they are moved away, but the problem is that anything can be used as a reason for political struggle."

"Maybe one day when someone needs something to start a new political war and he happens to provide such an opportunity, you will become the next fuse."

"Lance, you know, the job of the fuse is to detonate the explosives and then be blown up into the sky along with the explosives!"

"I'm not saying you can't do something with him, but you have to do it artistically so that people can't find a reason, rather than just 'moving him away'."

He changed Lance's "move away" to "move away", which deepened the context and made the content easier to understand.

Lance said, "Hmm," I know what to do."

Tom smiled and said, "Call me anytime if you have any questions."

"I will, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Tom turned and walked towards the living room, where his family was still waiting to watch TV with him.

Although there are only three channels, its appearance still shocked people so much that they dropped their jaws!
On the other side, Lance frowned after hanging up the phone. Although Tom said that there was such a possibility, not certainty, there was indeed such a risk.

And this risk will not decrease or disappear over time, but will continue to increase over time.

In this world, especially in the Federation, there is no eternal unity. As long as interests are constantly changing, political groups will continue to change their positions and camps.

Four years ago, the President and the Socialist Party were as close as a family, but now he has broken with some of the Socialists, and some problems have also emerged within the party.

This is a phased change, just to better control power and reduce "loss of points".

This is a relatively common political tactic, for example.

The Socialist Party has the support of a hundred people, but because of one of their recent policies eighty of the hundred have become dissatisfied with them.

If we do nothing and insist that "we were wrong but we won't change", then a considerable number of these eighty people may switch political camps.

But if the Socialist Party splits into two parts at this time, one part continues to insist that "although we were wrong, we will not change", while the other part comes up with the pretext of "we were indeed wrong and we intend to actively change."

Then the eighty dissatisfied people will lean towards the latter, while the twenty who have no ideas will continue to maintain their positions.

In this way, the Socialist Party will not experience a large-scale exodus of voters.

As for why we didn’t just put forward ideas and actions like “We were indeed wrong and we intend to actively change”, it’s actually very simple, because there are still twenty people who insist on it.

They can split into two groups, fight each other, and finally reintegrate and unify. Maybe in the next election or the next, these divided groups can be united again.

In the period of time that follows, no one knows whether friends will become enemies, or whether enemies will become friends.

Once the political landscape changes, wars and infighting for interests will follow.

The risk increases with each change, so Lance plans to change his approach.

He then talked to Ponda, who accepted his proposal.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, Congress has been playing the role of the "protagonist" and has always attracted people's attention.

The entire federation, all federal citizens, seemed to have realized something, and the social atmosphere became a little heavy.

That afternoon, Director Dell was in his office thinking about some things for the future when suddenly Ponda called him and said that they had discovered something while on duty and hoped that he "would better go over and take a look."

This request was actually a bit beyond the scope, and Director Dell, who was a little worried and curious, finally decided to go and take a look.

After all, they were all his own people, and he didn't believe that those people might have colluded to harm him.

When he arrived at the location, it was a small warehouse and they were standing outside the warehouse.

"What happened?" He got out of the car, put one hand on his waist, and squinted his eyes to look at the inconspicuous warehouse in front of him.

Pangda said something incomprehensible, and then said, "You'll know when you go in."

Under Director Dell's puzzled eyes, he entered the warehouse. The warehouse was very dark. No light from outside came in, and the lights were not turned on. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

I can only see a small area in front of me——

The light coming from behind him could only illuminate such a small area. Outside of these areas, those who were closer might see some vague outlines, but the farther away were completely invisible. He frowned and turned around to ask Ponda why he didn't turn on the lights, when suddenly the door of the warehouse was slammed shut.

He was stunned for two or three seconds, then cold sweat broke out all over his body, and the warehouse was plunged into darkness in an instant.

He rushed to the door and pounded on it, making a clanging sound. "Fuck, what are you doing?"

"I order you as the director to open this damn door!"

"Otherwise I will remove you from all your duties!"

"Fuck, open the door!"

But there was no response from the outside. He pushed and pulled the door several times, but there was no response. It was closed tightly.

When people can't see anything in the dark, they will feel a kind of fear, which is difficult to avoid unless they have received professional training.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The sudden sound behind him gave Director Dell a chill. He turned around abruptly, and suddenly a light lit up in the middle of the warehouse, accompanied by a slight sound of electricity.

Under the lampshade, there is a table and a chair.

Across the table there was a figure sitting, his legs crossed and his upper body hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you!" asked Chief Dell.

The voice seemed familiar. It should be someone he knew, or at least had met before.

"Why don't you sit down?"

"We can have a good chat."

"I can assure you that you are safe until the end of our chat and until you decide to do something stupid."

Director Dale was silent for a while, and walked silently under the lampshade. Here he still could not see the appearance of the man in the dark, but only an outline.

"Why don't you show your face, it's not fair!", Chief Dale said tentatively.

The man laughed. "There is no such thing as fairness in this world, Mr. Director."

"A young man goes to an elite league college with excellent grades, only to realize at school that even though his academic performance is excellent and exceeds that of most people, he is also a victim of a rigid class structure."

"I have heard some of your stories. I did not laugh at your ideas. Instead, I felt that you are a person who can recognize himself."

"Ninety percent of people in this society can't do this, but you do it."

"You shouldn't stop here, you deserve a better future and development."

"But look at you now—"

“It’s nothing!”

"I'm sorry, this might break your heart, but that's what I'm saying."

"You shouldn't stay in obscurity, Dale."

Chief Dale had a grim expression on his face as he thought of some very bad things.

At school, he wanted to join a fraternity because the fraternity had the best resources. The members were either the sons of congressmen, nephews of important party figures, or descendants of celebrities and politicians.

That's not a fraternity, that's a golden future.

But the conditions for joining them were very harsh. They made Dell run naked and did some things that humiliated his personality.

But he persisted, because he knew that he was not the protagonist, but these people were.

If he wants to live a better life, he can only stay with the protagonist.

The past scenes came back to his mind. The shame and annoyance of others knowing about the past made him angry. He pounded the table and said, "That's enough. We all know that you know me well enough."

"Tell me, what did you want me to say to you?"

"The guy who hides his head but shows his tail!"

The man swayed on his toes, seemingly not affected by him, and there was a hint of joy in his voice.

"I've been in a bit of trouble lately, and you can help me out with it."

"It's just that there are two ways to solve the problem. This concerns your future. It's not convenient for me to make a decision for your future, so I'll give you the opportunity to make the choice."

"My problem is, I need your seat, but you sit here."

"The first choice I gave you is that you died in the line of duty due to some accident, and... today."

"The second option is, you can do those things for others, why can't you do them for me too?"

(End of this chapter)