Shadow Empire

Chapter 817 Contact [666+12]
John... is another Mr. John.

John is one of Mayor Wade's important subordinates and a member of the interest group. He often helps Mayor Wade do some dirty work.

In this terrible, yet best of times, any glamorous character will need to do some dirty things, some filthy things.

Fairies are not only cute, but they also need to poop.

There are always two sides to everything.

You can't let others do the little fairy's shit, but you can let others do the work that will dirty your hands.

John is such a person who does things for others. His hands are covered in blood and his body is smelly and black. He knows very well that he may not have a good ending.

The more dirty work he does and the more private matters he handles for Mayor Wade, the more things that may be detrimental to Mayor Wade will be transferred from those people to him.

He was supposed to play a guy who violently defuses a bomb, but in the end he himself becomes a huge bomb.

This road is difficult to walk on. Once you get on it, it is difficult to leave. You can only grit your teeth and keep going.

His only hope is that his children can get a better opportunity and a better starting point because of his heroic and selfless dedication.

Mr. John was sitting in the room, bored, reading the "Chao News". The "Chao News" was not only distributed in Likalai State, but also distributed throughout the Federation. Even in the newspaper booth in Xinjin City, one could see the huge pear on the cover of the "Chao News".

The Federal Post once used a small space to denounce the vileness of the Tide News, believing that the circulation of the Tide News was comparable to that of the three major newspapers and was a regression of civilization!

But no matter how they criticize Chao Bao, its circulation is steadily increasing.

Reading "The Tide" is one of Mr. John's ways to pass the time. He is very self-disciplined and does not help girls in need, nor does he help other men. He even has little contact with his wife and family.

He is like a lone star wandering on the edge of society or even outside it, a lonely one.

This job is actually not complicated. He only needs to wait here for someone to arrive and then take him to see Mr. Wade.

There was no complicated or dangerous work involved, so he seemed very relaxed.

The sky outside the window gradually began to darken. In winter, it gets dark much earlier than in summer.

He looked at his watch and decided to prepare some food. Just as he stood up and was about to think about what to eat in the evening, heavy footsteps were heard outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, he staggered forward and lost his balance. Under the action of inertia, he "sprinted" and finally slammed into the door with a loud bang!
Mr. John took out his pistol, walked to the door and listened to the sounds outside. Everything seemed to be quiet.

He looked down and saw some blood slowly seeping through the ground.

He squatted down and touched the bloodstains, gently.

"Who's there?", he asked.

A faint answer came from the other side of the door, "It's me, Matthew, help me!"

Mr. John frowned, “Are there any enemies outside?”

"No, I haven't, I've already dealt with it, I need therapy!"

Mr. John did not open the door immediately. He just opened it a little, looked outside, and opened the door after making sure there was no problem.

He had already seen Sheriff Matthew's photo. His photo was on the bulletin board of the State Police Department, publicizing the work director of the road section branch.

But Sheriff Matthew looked particularly embarrassed at this time. He was shot twice and there were large areas of blood on his body. It was like... all kinds of abrasions, serious abrasions, caused by running at top speed and then falling heavily to the ground.

There were some scratches and bruises on his head, and he looked terrible!

Mr. John had seen many unlucky people, but he had never seen anything like this.

He put his weapon back into its holster, squatted down and helped Sheriff Matthew to his feet, "What happened to you?"

Sheriff Matthew forced a smile, "You can't imagine it."

Although he didn't know the person in front of him, he inexplicably felt a sense of security. He didn't know where this sense of security came from, he just knew that he was safe.

Mr. John called Mayor Wade and told him what happened here. Mayor Wade arranged a doctor for him and asked him to wait there for a while.

In addition to doctors, there are also some family bodyguards.

In the past, these bodyguards were the family guardian knights, but now, they are just family gunmen, which is not a very nice term.

More than ten minutes later, the doctor treated Sheriff Matthew's injuries on the spot. He was also amazed at Sheriff Matthew's physical strength. In his words, if it were someone else like him, he would have died halfway.

He actually drove for who knows how long and was able to find Mr. John for help. Perhaps this is the "power of the spirit"!
The medical community has been studying this recently. They believe that there is a more mysterious spiritual power hidden in the human body that can surpass physical power.

It sounds very mysterious, but there are many people who believe it. In fact, this is not surprising. There are many people who believe that aliens really exist and that the president and Congress have been occupied by aliens or lizard people. How much more people believe in something that sounds somewhat reliable?
The doctor thought he could use Sheriff Matthew as material for his next paper, on how a person could survive by sheer willpower after losing more blood than was generally considered medically lethal.

After blood transfusion and treatment of his injuries, Sheriff Matthew's condition gradually stabilized. At the same time, he was transferred to Mayor Wade.

Mayor Wade also called Lance. "The person has arrived, but the condition is not good. It seems that he is seriously injured. Did you do this on purpose?"

He thought that Lan did this on purpose to make Sheriff Matthew feel like he had escaped death, so that he would cherish his life.

Lance was also a little stunned after hearing this, "I didn't send anyone to do these things, was it someone else who did it?"

Neither of them found anyone suspicious. After all, Sheriff Matthew and the chief were in the same group.

"What are you going to do next?" Lance asked.

Mayor Wade is in a good mood now. Now that Sheriff Matthew is in his hands, he will definitely squeeze out the maximum value from Sheriff Matthew!

"Just follow the plan. In fact, you know, sometimes it doesn't matter what the truth is. What matters is what people are willing to believe."

"The most interesting thing I've discovered over the years of being involved in politics is that people would rather believe that their politician is a demon than a good person, an ordinary good person, you know what I mean?"

Sheriff Matthew himself is full of shit, so as long as he proves that the Chief of the State Police Department is also full of shit, the people will believe it!
They will believe that the state police chief is indeed full of shit, even if there is actually no shit in his ass.

"Lance, believe me, it won't be long before you can do what you want to do!" Mayor Wade said confidently, "and I look forward to our next cooperation."

Compared to Mayor Wade's happiness, the Chief of the State Police was obviously a little uneasy.

It's been several hours. Logically, his assistant should have handled the matter, but why hasn't he called back yet?

He had to think of the worst possible scenario. This confidant who had never failed before and could even be considered a half-friend, was in trouble.

He couldn't sit still any longer. If his gunman was really caught, it would mean that Sheriff Matthew had become a complete bomb!
He walked to the bed and looked at the darkening night sky. The red light of the setting sun could not even maintain the most basic decency and was drowned by the gray sky.

He slammed the windowsill hard, with a complicated expression on his face.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

Sergeant Matthew is also a member of the Indenor State Professional Shooting Club, in fact.

Not only him, at least one-third to one-half of the entire police system are members of various shooting clubs.

For the police, weapons, especially various types of guns, are important tools for them to protect themselves and subdue criminals.

A police officer fired several shots at a distance of five meters but missed the target, making police officers across the federation realize the importance of marksmanship.

Many police officers will participate in shooting activities or even shooting competitions organized by the club when they are off.

Sheriff Matthew has also participated in competitions. Although he has not reached the professional level, his level among the amateur group is definitely top-notch.

His carved revolver was a rapid-fire pistol that he had customized, and it could fire all six bullets in one point four seconds.

This is also the reason why Sheriff Matthew likes this pistol very much. It is not only good-looking, but also has certain practical value.

Thinking of this, the director's heart continued to sink. He realized that he was in real trouble!

Two days have passed since the "big search" in Indno State, and everything has returned to normal. The previous search seems to have become only a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

The most common statements mentioned are "capturing aliens", and they also say that there are alien temples in the wilderness of Inden State.

And Sheriff Matthew gradually recovered his health.

This injury seemed to have given him more insights.

To life, to self, to family, to the world.

He didn't know Mayor Wade, but he felt that Mayor Wade looked very familiar and he didn't know where he had seen him.

Mayor Wade appeared directly in front of him in order to gain his trust.

"Are you Lance's man?" Sheriff Matthew swallowed his saliva. Even the saliva made his throat a little stiff. He licked his lips and said, "Can you give me a glass of water?"

Someone handed him a glass of water. He said thank you and felt better after taking a few sips. "Have we met before?"

"I think I've seen you somewhere."

(End of this chapter)