Shadow Empire

Chapter 615 Chain Reaction [Leader Title: Winter Rain and Sunny Day 333+1]
Only after Lance's motorcade disappeared into the darkness did De Winter return to the room with his wife in his arms.

Only then did he notice that his wife's body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked with concern.

Body tremors are obviously a sign of discomfort or illness, and he was worried that his wife might be sick.

Now is not a good time to be sick. Although it is absurd that there is a time to get sick in the Federation, it is the fact.

The series of problems brought about by the war are continuously affecting society in all aspects.

For example, the prices of various special medicines have begun to skyrocket and are difficult to buy.

After the Federation joined the military alliance, the Allies began to purchase large quantities of various supplies from the Federation.

Because of the war, much of their own industrial production was completely stopped. They were unable to produce on their own and could only purchase from the federal government.

This is also an irreconcilable contradiction between the federal government and the Dantra Republic.

Among many commodities, medical supplies have the largest export volume.

Although everyone is an ally in the same military alliance, this does not mean that the federal government will provide all kinds of expensive medicines to the allies for free.

Even if the federal government has this idea and wants to use some supplies to buy a good reputation, the capitalists and medical groups will not allow them to do so.

They believe that it is impossible to determine whether the currencies of these countries will still be valuable in the future before the war is over, so now in the trade with these countries, all medical supplies, especially some special medicines, are traded through barter.

Medicines, exchange for gold, jewelry, or anything else, and the price will be increased.

On the one hand, there is the relatively "cheap" domestic civilian medical market, and on the other hand, there is the "expensive" foreign medical market that uses gold for trading. They no longer need to consider how to choose.

The purpose of capital groups developing various special-effect drugs is not to benefit mankind, but just to make more money.

This also caused drug prices within the federation to start rising, to the point where some middle-class people could hardly afford the drugs, and they were not available or difficult to buy.

Currently, the price of the latest special anti-inflammatory drug has risen to seven grams of gold per milliliter. Each injection is about five milligrams, which means thirty-five grams of gold is required.

Rather than expecting ordinary people to be able to afford this, you might as well expect them to be able to heal themselves quickly.

De Winter was not too worried about not being able to afford the medicine, but was only worried about not being able to buy it even if he had money. He hugged his wife to the living room, asked her to sit down, and began to examine her body.

But she hugged her arms and shook her head, "I'm not sick."

There was deep fear in her eyes as she looked at De Winter, and her face turned slightly pale.

De Winter seemed to realize something. He looked at his wife and said, "So..."

"He...didn't do anything to you, did he?" she asked.

De Winter said nothing, and she continued, "I'm not the kind of housewife who knows nothing. I also read newspapers and I have community social activities."

"Lance White, I've heard this name more than once, and there's also the Lance family."

She seemed to be thinking of something scary and rubbed her arms back and forth, as if this could bring her some warmth and security.

"I didn't know he was Lance. He said he was your colleague. I opened the door, but when he walked in and told me his name was Lance, Lance White, I knew I was in trouble."

Devin looked at his wife, and it was hard for him to imagine how this woman behaved...it even made him feel incredible!
"Then you..." He didn't know what to say. When he just came back, he saw his wife and Lance talking and laughing, and he was worried about it.

The woman shook her head. "I don't know. My mind was very clear at that time. I knew that if I made a mistake, something would happen to me and you, too."

"I can only pretend that I don't know who he is and pretend that I really think he is your colleague!"

De Winter heard this and hugged his wife tightly and patted her back gently, "Everything is over, and everything will be fine."

She pulled away from de Winter's arms, looked at him, and asked, "What did you talk about afterwards?"

De Winter was silent for a moment before he said softly, "We cooperated."

This answer did not make his wife feel angry or unacceptable, but instead made the woman feel relieved.

De Winter was a little confused, "Don't you think... I'm doing something wrong?"

The woman shook her head. "I don't care who you work for, honey. I only care that we can live in peace."

Lance's influence on the city is constantly deepening. When she socializes with the ladies in the community, it is difficult not to mention Lance, and naturally it is also difficult not to mention the things he has done.

For many ordinary people, Lance and the Lance family are like the "myth" of this city. They are neither ugly nor evil.

On the contrary, it is filled with an alternative romance that comes from ordinary people and from the bottom of society, and it is full of brilliance!

Yes, an alternative romance, representing the great success of the ordinary class!

Everything the protagonist of this story does will be naturally beautified and become a story that people can accept, so ordinary people are not afraid of Lance at all, but like him instead.

She was worried that her husband had angered Lance, but now it seemed that the situation was not that bad. De Winter didn't know how to explain it to understand his wife's behavior. He didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Don't you think it's a bad thing for me to work with a gang leader?"

His wife shook her head. "I don't understand your job, but I know that everyone in this city, as long as they are not Mr. Lance's enemy, will say that Mr. Lance is a good man!"

The moment these words came out of his wife's mouth, De Winter felt as if it was ridiculous!

The next morning, he went straight to Dell's office and sat there.

Dale looked at him with a puzzled look on his face and made a gesture that said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

After about 20 or 30 seconds, De Winter said, "Lance came to see me."

Director Dale frowned and calmly put his right hand under the table. There was a pistol in the second drawer.

If necessary, he would shoot De Winter and then find an excuse to get away with it.

For example, Devin was bribed by Lance and tried to bribe himself, but after being harshly rejected by himself, he tried to hurt himself, but was killed by himself.

People don't need to learn how to frame others; they are born with the ability to do so.

De Winter also noticed his little actions and shook his head slightly, "He talked to me a lot, and also talked about you."

"Honestly, I can't imagine that we have so many problems here."

Director Dale took his hand back from under the table and put it back on it.

If Lance told him the truth and didn't kill him, then there was only one possibility - he also became a friend.

Director Dale didn't know what to say and could only remain silent. After all, in these people's eyes, he has always been the representative and embodiment of justice.

As a result, he fell to Lance after Ponda, and he would feel embarrassed.

"Lance asked me to contact two other senior agents. He also asked me to pass on a message to you, asking you to see if there is any chance to deal with the deputy director."

Chief Dale nodded, "I see."

After these words were spoken, the office fell into silence. The two sat face to face for about two minutes. No one spoke, and no one made any movement.

After a while, De Winter stood up and said, "I'm going to work."

Chief Dell nodded, "Okay, feel free to contact me if you have any questions."

De Winter smiled and turned to leave the office. Director Dell sat there in a daze for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed the extension number of the deputy director's office. "Are you free after get off work tonight?"

Devin returned to the office outside and took the initiative to contact Ponda. Ponda was a little surprised that Devin was also "one of his own". He did not show any abnormality, but just had a brief conversation with him, and then did the work of the other two senior agents.

At this moment, they hoped that these people would be dragged into this situation more than Lance himself.

Only in this way can we prove that this is not their problem, it is the problem of the entire institution, it is the problem of Congress, but not theirs.

Throughout the entire day, extremely trivial things happened in the seemingly peaceful Jingang City.

For example, gang members of a certain gang were assigned a task and hurriedly left the city and disappeared into the wilderness outside the city.

For example, a man was waiting for a bus at a bus stop when he was accidentally stabbed in the spleen by a thief and fell to the ground. He died before the ambulance arrived.

For example, someone is driving on the road and gets into a car accident, and unfortunately dies in the accident.

These people who had accidents have a characteristic that people don't know about: they are all informants of the Hazardous Materials Administration.

After get off work in the evening, when Ponda left the Hazardous Materials Administration, he glanced at Devin standing at the door. After a brief eye contact, the two left.

In the distance, Director Dell was smiling and asking the deputy director to take his car, saying that it would be more convenient to discuss things.

No one knew that this most powerful law enforcement agency would see some changes.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the phone in front of Lance rang. He picked it up, listened for a while, and then hung up.

Then he took out a stack of files from the drawer, selected two and placed them on the table.

"Send Devin and Alan over here, and give them the work."

Soon two young men appeared in the office. Lance pushed two documents forward and said, "I don't want to see them again."

The two looked at each other, each took one, bowed slightly, and then turned and left.

Of course they knew what Lance meant, and this was the value of their existence.

After giving these instructions, Lance turned his attention to other things, as if he had just done something insignificant.

(End of this chapter)