Shadow Empire

Chapter 852: Do What You Can and This Is a Choice
Sometimes, being manic, loud, and angry can't help but put pressure on and fear in place.

On the contrary, it is that calm attitude that can make people more frightened.

On the way here, Carl had been thinking about how to identify who among these people betrayed him and who did not.

He tried to find something in his mind that made him feel scared, and finally he thought of Lance.

Lance would never stand up and yell loudly, or pound the table or throw things on the floor like those who try to prove that they should not be looked down upon.

He wouldn't do that. He just watched calmly, like a gentleman, and said some chilling words in a gentle tone and manner.

He doesn't need to raise his voice or point a weapon at you. Just sitting there can make people feel scared to the core.

He wants to learn.

And understand it in your own way.

And the calmness he showed now was what he had learned from his contact with Lance.

The calmer it is, the more disturbing, scary and terrifying it is!

He said these words so simply and effortlessly, but the guy sitting opposite him already had an uneasy expression on his face.

He was trying to convince himself.

“Karl, I promise, I swear to God, I have never betrayed you or anyone else!”

He was very flustered, his eyes were a little evasive, and his body language showed that he was trying hard to make Carl realize that he was not that kind of person.

Karl took a puff of cigarette and exhaled slowly. He lowered his head and looked at the cigarette in his hand.

He thought of when he was a child, he was wrongly accused by his parents of stealing two coins from their pockets.

When he was wronged, he was very angry and fire was coming out of his eyes. He stared at his parents and told them that he did not do that!
He would not be as panicked as the man in front of him.

Being wronged may make you feel aggrieved or angry, but you should not panic.

He scratched the back of his ear, feeling a sudden itch. "You said you didn't betray anyone, but you spent the longest time with them out of everyone else."

The middle-aged man cried out in grievance, "They just talked to me about some random things and didn't talk about the relationship between you and me at all."

"They deliberately stayed with me so that we could spend more time together in order to conceal their true purpose!"

“This is a frame-up!”

Karl couldn’t help but laugh twice, “What’s so good about you that’s worth framing?”

This sentence made the middle-aged man stunned for a moment, and his expression froze on his face.

He couldn’t find any way to fight back against Karl’s words. What was so good about him that was worth framing?
He...well, he really wasn't worth being framed.

After a while, about seven or eight seconds, Carl took another puff of his cigarette, then reached into his pocket, took out a tie, and threw it in front of the man.

"You want me to believe you, it's easy!"

He pursed his lips at his tie. "Prove it to me."

The guy opposite him was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously picked up the tie and looked at Carl with a blank look on his face, as if asking what the hell the use of this tie was.

Karl pursed his lips, gestured to his neck twice, and then pointed to the window next to him, "Prove it."

The guy understood, and he looked back at the window on the wall while holding his tie, with an expression as if he was about to cry.

"Karl..."

Karl looked at him expressionlessly, “I don’t like liars.”

"Everyone may be influenced by others at some point in time. I have been influenced by others before."

When he said this, the image of Boni appeared in his mind. He had been influenced by Boni for many years.

Now thinking back on the past, he suddenly didn't have so many other emotions towards Boni, only a sense of indifference towards the stupid things he had done in the past.

He shook his head. “You can be deceived by them, influenced by them, but don’t lie to me!”

"I trusted you and chose you. This was also your request, but you tried to do something that would hurt our friendship."

“Think about your family, think about those people out there.”

"They are still waiting for you, and they are still looking forward to a better life."

"Now you want to prove that you are not the bad guy, prove it to me."

"Or tell me what you said to them."

"Either prove that you didn't betray me."

There was no ups and downs in Carl's words, it was just such a direct narrative, but it put a lot of pressure on the middle-aged man.

He could tell that Karl was threatening him, threatening that if he didn't do as he was told, he would involve everyone else.

If a middle-aged man can take such a big risk to do those things, it is definitely not entirely for himself, he must have other reasons.

He looked at Karl with despair in his eyes, but Karl was indifferent to the despair in his eyes and just stared at him.

The middle-aged man slowly loosened his tie, swearing continuously.

He stood up, carried the chair to the window, and looked back at Carl.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, he stood on the chair cursing, passed the tie around the iron bars on the window, and tied a knot.

He stood on a chair and he was visibly nervous.

Carl had been observing him. He felt that there was something wrong with this man. He had spent the longest time with those lawyers, and his eyes had been evasive. He also seemed very flustered, but now it seemed that he was a little unsure.

Carl was having a headache as to whether he was the person he was looking for.

He took another puff of his cigarette and looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

The middle-aged man’s body was trembling. He slowly tied his tie into a knot and put it around his neck. He stood on the chair and looked at Karl, “Don’t forget your promise to me!”

"Fuck!" He couldn't help but curse again, then kicked over the chair.

Looking at the struggling middle-aged man, Karl's butt suddenly left the chair, but at the moment he stood up, before he stood up, his movement paused.

The hope that had flickered in the eyes of the guy hanging on the wall dimmed again.

Karl sat back slowly, smoking his cigarette one puff after another, looking at the middle-aged man hanging on the wall, and in the end there was no movement at all.

He took a final puff of his cigarette and exhaled slowly.

The moment the smoke left his mouth, it rose upwards, blocking his sight and making his vision blurry.

"Sorry, don't blame me." Carl stood up with the help of the table, his legs a little weak.

It wasn't that he felt weak in the knees because of fear when he saw someone die in front of him, but he thought that if he didn't do this well, then one day he would be like this person and kill himself with his own hands, so his legs felt weak.

At the same time, he swore that he would never let this day and this scene happen!

In fact, he had no idea who betrayed them and who didn't.

He was just bluffing and putting pressure on them, trying to make them reveal their flaws through psychological stress. He didn't know if this would work, but he knew that as long as he did it, it would be of some use, serving as a warning.

Maybe everyone betrayed him, but it is also possible that no one betrayed him, just like the middle-aged man in front of him. He can hang himself on the wall, but does he really have no problems at all?

If he has no problems, it's fine to put him down, but what if he has problems?
At that time, it will not be this middle-aged man who makes the choice here, but Carl.

He didn't want to be the one who made the choice, he wanted to be the one who let others make the choice, so he could only nip all the dangers in the bud. He walked out of the room, and the police outside the door looked inside and said nothing.

The "script" has been arranged. The branch chief here will resign in two days, and at the same time he will take the blame for his indecisive handling of the demonstrations. He has to bear two blames at the same time, but only has to bear one of the consequences. It is obvious that he has made a profit.

Lance has prepared a new job for him, a director of the security department of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce. Although the people he will manage will not be as many as he currently manages, his income will be more than here.

In the director's office, Director Blue sat in the branch director's chair and spoke to the branch director like he was the master of the place.

"They all think I'm biased and chose you."

The branch director did not have any negative emotions at all because he was about to lose his job as director. He had a smile on his face, and his family all thought he had made the right choice.

He said with a hint of boasting, "It's luck!"

They chose who would take the scapegoat by drawing lots, and he won!
God wants to choose him, how could he lose? !
Director Blue sighed softly, "Have you finished writing your letter of resignation?"

The branch chief nodded and said, "It's in the second drawer on your left. Perhaps you can help me check it again?"

Director Blue did not object. He took out the letter of resignation, read it carefully, and found several places that could be revised.

When Carl came out of the second room, the police officer took a glance at the suspect who had hanged himself again, and he took the initiative to greet Carl.

"Mr. Karl."

Carl was about to go to the next room. He looked back at the police officer and asked, "What's the matter?"

The tone is neither good nor bad, it gives people a feeling of impatience.

The police officer smiled and explained why he stopped him, "If so many people in our police station hanged themselves at the same time, they might be misled and put in a more passive situation."

Karl turned and looked at him, his tone wary and scrutinizing, “What do you mean?”

The police officer did not show any uneasiness at all because of Karl’s expression and tone. He just smiled and said, “Although letting everyone hang themselves can indeed deter others, it will also leave us with relatively large loopholes and troubles.”

"My idea is, if you still want to kill someone next time, you don't have to do it yourself. I will take them to the ordinary cells, and then someone will cause a riot, and this person will accidentally die in the riot."

"It's the same death, but I believe that dying because of a riot in the cell will definitely cause less trouble than... hanging in the room, and the deterrent effect will be no less."

Karl thought for a while and nodded, “You have a point. What’s your name?”

The police officer told him his name, and Carl nodded, "I'll remember you."

Later, Carl singled out all the people he believed had betrayed him, and they were put in the same cell.

For some reason, a conflict broke out in the cell at night. Some of them got knives from somewhere, which resulted in the death of many people...

At the same time, there was a rumor circulating among these captured refugee attackers:

Those who died betrayed Carl, so Carl took revenge on them!

And this message was followed by another message that Carl would keep an eye on them.

If any of them tried to betray themselves, they, along with their families still outside, would all be doomed.

For a moment, this made the captured refugee attackers become cautious. They stopped talking to others and became withdrawn, as if only in this way could they prove that they were not spreading false information.

Carl didn't know what happened after he left. He returned to Lance's office and told Lance everything he had done.

Lance listened quietly to him telling how he identified these people and how he dealt with them. He nodded without commenting, "Well done!"

Carl was still a little worried, “Mr. Lance, I can’t guarantee that everyone has been picked out. Maybe there are people hiding among them, but I haven’t found them.”

Lance shook his head slightly, "You've done the best you can, but you have to be prepared for the worst."

"It will be difficult for our opponent to get away with it so easily this time. You may encounter some troubles, but I believe you can handle it, right?"

Without waiting for Carl to answer, Lance signaled that he could go back, "Don't run around during this time. I will inform you as soon as there is any news."

Lance could feel that Mr. Walter was not a stupid man.

Carl is a good breakthrough point if he can't carry it.

In the next few days, Mr. Walter visited the workers injured in the conflict on behalf of the Labor Federation. He had the "style" of a politician, and whenever he appeared in public, there would be many reporters around him.

Reporters filmed his visit and the scene of him giving some "consolation money" to the injured workers, and sent them to newspapers. This became a sign that the labor union was concerned about the health of the injured workers and also provided them with some financial assistance.

In fact, for those who are in urgent need of medical expenses, the aid they provide is not completely useless, but it is of little use.

For example, Ogg.

Oger also accepted the "aid", a total of fifty dollars, but he is now facing a bill of more than nine hundred and fifty dollars. What he needs is several hundred and fifty dollars, not fifty dollars.

But...something is better than nothing.

In the morning, when the doctor came in, he saw Oger's wife leaving with a slightly sullen look on her face. He didn't know what had happened between the couple.

In fact, the reason is very simple. Oger wants to take three painkillers because one painkiller is of no use to him and two are of only little use. He hopes to increase the dosage to make himself more comfortable.

He can no longer afford the special painkillers that cost more than three yuan, so he is now using painkillers, which cost five cents a tablet, and there are fifty tablets in a bottle.

The effect of this painkiller is definitely not as fast as that of an injection, nor is it as comfortable as an injection.

This painkiller can only relieve physical pain and discomfort after taking it, but the obvious discomfort still exists. It is not like special painkillers, which can make the whole person and the whole world relax after one injection.

The doctor told him to take two pills a day, one in the morning and one in the evening.

But he takes it four times a day, starting with two pills each time, and today he plans to take three pills directly.

Maybe it was because there were reporters following him and recording what he did during this period, his machismo seemed to explode.

He had an argument with his wife, and the woman left in a huff, leaving Oger alone.

This may be the best favor or threat in the world for Oger, he can do whatever he wants.

In fact, the effect of the medicine has not yet taken effect so quickly, but due to its psychological effect, he feels that his body is no longer in so much pain.

He smiled and greeted the doctor, "Another ward round?"

The doctor shook his head. "Vice President Walter Carell of the Labor Federation talked to our company, and we decided to postpone the collection date to the first weekend of May."

"You will have about six days to raise the medical expenses. If you still cannot raise the medical expenses, then we can only follow the hospital's procedures."

He did not say what the process was like or what the outcome would be, other than suing Oger and asking him to pay the money, and since he couldn't afford it, the only option was to hold an auction.

He was well aware of the tricks of the auction. If his house fell into the hands of the bank, it would become worthless.

In a less painful situation, he once again felt the urgency.

In the afternoon, a new patient came to the bed next to him. As soon as he came in, he started talking to the people around him about how he had won a lot of money at the gambling table last night.

"Do you know how much money I took with me when I went there last night?" he said to his friend with all his might.

His friend also responded very cooperatively, "I'm not sure, a few hundred?"

"One hundred yuan, I only brought one hundred yuan. So far, I have more than two thousand yuan. After I am discharged from the hospital, I will go and cause trouble for them again!"

Carl glanced at the patient in the next bed. He didn't believe what this person said, that he used one hundred yuan to win more than two thousand yuan.

Although he didn't quite believe it, there was nothing wrong with the idea of ​​getting some money quickly through the casino.

People in Jingang City are very familiar with gambling, and almost everyone knows how to play a few games!

(End of this chapter)