Shadow Empire

Chapter 901 As You Wish and Chaos Begins

With a clang, the door of the visiting room was pushed open and Mr. Walter walked in handcuffed.

There was not much of a smile on his face when he saw the lawyer's representative.

He was pushed by the police, "Don't play tricks, I will keep an eye on you!"

Mr. Walter glanced at him, then walked to his seat with a sullen face and sat down. The police officer then unlocked his handcuffs but used other props to restrain his behavior.

For example, the front part of the chair armrest was connected and locked with an iron chain, making it difficult for him to stand up and leave.

The police officer then walked to the door and stood outside. "You have ten minutes," he said, and then closed the door.

Mr. Walter motioned to the lawyer to give him a cigarette.

You can actually get cigarettes in prison, but the price of cigarettes is outrageous.

A pack of cigarettes that costs only five cents outside can be sold for two dollars here.

And when you buy cigarettes you don’t smoke them alone. Other people will soon come over and you have to share a puff with them, otherwise you’ll get into trouble.

He has not yet been sent to a federal prison, but remains in the court's detention room. Because other states are applying for his extradition, the court has no intention of letting him serve his sentence in prison for the time being.

However, every day he spent in court was considered a formal sentence.

He took a deep puff of the fine cigarette. He had never felt that high-end cigarettes were so good to smoke, and he felt a little more relaxed.

If he had some more wine now, he would be satisfied!

After waiting for more than ten seconds, he opened his eyes, his eyes full of dissatisfaction, "They sentenced me to three years!"

The attorney kept his very professional fake smile, "Mr. Walter, attempted rape is a felony in Likalai State, and the sentence is only two to three years less than that of a completed rape."

"Being able to obtain a three-year sentence for you is the best that can be achieved in this case."

Mr. Walter hammered the table and there was a bang in the visiting room. The door of the visiting room opened immediately and the police looked inside.

The attorney took out his wallet, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, placed it on the corner of the table, and held it down with a pen.

The money was for the bailiff to mind his own business.

The bailiff glanced at the two men, then closed the door and stood guard outside.

"This is Lance's territory. It's not for us to decide whether you are guilty or not. Three years is the result of our best efforts. There is no point in you complaining about this."

"But there is good news now. We have reached an agreement with Lance... the state will extradite you to investigate a case."

"In a case of injury, you will not be sentenced in the end, and the victim will withdraw the lawsuit and forgive you."

"Then we'll apply for supervised release for you so you can leave prison."

Although the charge is a felony, the sentence is not a felony, and with some means and operations, it is indeed possible for him to serve his sentence outside of prison.

For example, his leg is broken and needs treatment.

The treatment of fractures is often a long process, and may take him half a year or even a year. Then he can spend some money and try to apply for early parole and leave.

The attorney told him all of this, and Mr. Walter listened carefully, asking questions from time to time.

Ten minutes passed quickly. For the sake of twenty dollars, the police delayed entering the door for two minutes. He still remembered knocking on the door.

"Time is up."

Mr. Walter put the cigarettes on the table into his pocket, and the bailiff pretended not to see it.

He walked to the side of the table, put handcuffs on Mr. Walter, and quickly put the twenty dollars on the corner of the table into his pocket.

Then take him away.

With the cooperation of many parties, the prosecutor signed the application letter after asking Mr. Walter some details about his injury case, and he was sent on a train to another state.

It didn't take long, just two days, and he arrived at another place and was locked up in the detention room of the local prosecutor's office.

The next day he met Vice President Robert in a separate room.

This is an unpredictable swing state for the Liberal Party, the Socialist Party, and the Federal Party.

But for the Labor Federation, this is their base camp. They plan to complete a series of tasks for the establishment of the Workers' Party here next year, that is, in February of 1025.

The governor has already negotiated a series of cooperation matters with them. The entire state is controlled by local political interest groups. After the establishment of the Workers' Party, it will not interfere with their control over the local area and will also carry out a series of cooperation with them.

It might even help them gain more seats in Congress!

In short, the cooperation between the two sides is very in-depth.

After splitting from the Liberal Party, the Socialist Party has become the largest party in the federal government. So why is it impossible for the Workers' Party, which has the support of 20 million working brothers, to become the largest party in the next era?
This is very possible!

Sitting in a separate visiting room, the two men sat at opposite ends of the table smoking. Vice President Robert looked at him and laughed twice for no apparent reason.

This laughter made Walter feel uncomfortable, "What are you laughing at?"

Vice President Robert raised the hand that didn't hold the cigarette and made a semi-surrendering gesture. "I didn't mean to do that. I just felt that... you know, the magic of fate is that it is unpredictable."

"A year ago we were discussing what the chairman of the Workers' Party Representative Committee should do on a daily basis, but look at you now!"

There was a hint of a smile on his face, which made Walter even more annoyed, “Are you just here to laugh at me?”

Vice President Robert was still laughing, but after a while, he gradually stopped laughing.

"I'm not that free, I just came to see you."

“Remember the Great Strike?”

Mr. Walter nodded, his face full of nostalgia.

They were all people who personally participated in the great strike when they were still very young and had just entered society.

Even thinking about it now makes me feel full of strength!
They stood on the streets arm in arm, confronting the police and the fire brigade's water cannons, loudly shouting slogans of "Long live the working class", and step by step pressing the capital and corrupt officials.

In the end, they won an unprecedented victory!

At the same time, the working class also stood up.

When they talked about the past, the two of them had a lot to talk about, but then they suddenly fell silent.

Robert put out his cigarette in the ashtray. "After all these years, what is your dream?"

Mr. Walter narrowed his eyes slightly, "At first I wanted to be rich, but this has been achieved."

"Now it seems that perhaps... becoming an official is my ideal?"

"I don't know either. People are complicated and their ideals are different at different times."

Vice President Robert asked, "So what now?"

"What is your ideal now?"

Mr. Walter was a little confused, "Is this important?"

But looking at the other person's serious expression, he could only lean back and raise his hands, "Okay, okay, let me think about it."

"My ideal now is to get out as soon as possible."

Vice President Robert was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can go out tomorrow."

Mr. Upurt because he was joking, “Haha, that would be great if it were true!”

A few minutes later, Vice President Robert came out of the visiting room with a sigh. He put on a thick coat but still felt a little cold.

Mr. Walter had to die. He was one of the first members of the Labor Union. He grew from a small role to the vice president. He knew too many inside stories and deals.

For example, the labor federation's private dealings with capitalists and the federal government help them exploit and oppress the working class.

Think about it, we are all working class, why are those real workers still working for 30 or 40 yuan a month, while these people can enjoy the same life as the upper class.

Is it because of their efforts?
Is it because they work hard?

Certainly not!

They just sold their working class brothers over and over for a good price!

No one could guarantee that Mr. Walter would not reveal these things, especially since he had almost no hope of holding any position in the party or the government.

Will he feel resentful?

He has also worked for the Labor Union for many years and has made great contributions and sacrifices. He started to fight with everyone when he was a teenager.

Now that everyone is starting to enjoy the rewards of their hard work over the years, he has become an outsider. Will he feel unbalanced?

Will he vent these emotions in other, unfriendly ways, such as by making a deal with their opponents?
So at this critical moment, the most important thing is to shut up.

He shook his shoulders and trotted back to the car, but he didn't go too far away. Soon an ambulance appeared on the scene and they put Mr. Walter, whose face had turned purple, on a stretcher.

Judging from his performance, there is basically no possibility of saving him.

Of course he followed him all the way to the hospital, where he was soon confirmed to have failed to be rescued and was declared dead.

It was not until he saw with his own eyes that Mr. Walter was covered with a white sheet and placed in the morgue that he went to the street and called the president.

"He is free."

"Does he hate us?", the president asked.

Vice President Robert said softly, "This is his wish!"

Although he didn't know why someone wanted to be destroyed, the president still praised Vice President Robert's work ability and reminded him -

"Try not to run around these few days. If anything happens, notify me immediately."

Mr. Walter's death did not alarm anyone. Committing suicide out of fear of crime became the annotation of the last journey of his life.

Vice President Robert did what he promised. It took less than fifteen minutes from the time he left to the time Mr. Walter left the prosecutor's office.

He no longer felt any guilt towards this old friend.

Vice President Robert and the president of the Labor Federation thought that the federal government would keep an eye on this matter and look for opportunities to cause trouble for them, but what they didn't know was that the federal government's attention was not here at all, but on Lapa.

Because of Lapa, a "run on the bank" began.

When Pedro returned to his hometown, he already felt the unfriendly atmosphere, with pedestrians carrying bags of food on the streets.

The Lapa people have no habit of storing food. The temperature in Lapa has always been hot and humid. Although it is a huge landmass, the sea breeze will still sweep across the entire continent with humid air.

The situation is only better in the central region, as it is always hot and humid in Lapa.

Humidity and heat mean that things like food that easily absorb moisture will quickly become damp. In addition, the temperature here always remains at a temperature suitable for the growth of bacteria, so if too much food is stored at home, it will easily become moldy and spoil.

Most families buy three days to a week's worth of food at a time.

Wait until the food is gone before buying new food, that's how it's always been.

But just in these few days, it was said that a granary in the surrounding area caught fire and a lot of grain was burned.

If the burning of a granary was not enough to cause a "food run", then there are rumors that the Lapa government sold more than one million tons of grain originally intended for sale domestically to federal merchants at high prices.

When the news came out, the whole of Lapa was shocked!
That is food, food that keeps people alive!
They were all sold out so easily?
The Lapa people have long been dissatisfied with the government's ownership of a large amount of farmland. Although they are dissatisfied, at least most of the food will be consumed domestically.

The government's food prices are a little higher than those in grocery stores or food stores, about five to fifteen percent, and people will complain, but they just complain.

As long as these foods are still there and can be taken out at any time, it doesn’t matter if they are a little more expensive!

“We still have food, it’s just a little more expensive” and “We no longer have food” are two completely different concepts!

Panicked people began to rush to buy food.

Those who were smart immediately ran to nearby food stations or grocery stores with bags to buy all the food they could, including barley flour.

The food gap of millions of tons can be made up even if the yield of barley flour is high!

Just as Lance deduced, a family would need to buy enough food for a week or two to cope with the current crisis.

But there are always some people who have a greater sense of crisis than others. They buy enough food for one month or even two months at a time.

When some people discovered that these people were buying large quantities of food, their worries began to grow and they also began to buy large quantities of food. Soon the food stations and grocery stores were emptied out.

A large number of people holding empty food bags began to walk towards the nearby national grain station, but where could they get some food to sell to people?

A bad situation that people have not yet realized is brewing rapidly!

Pedro returned home, and when his wife saw him come back, she said "Thank God" and then threw herself into his arms.

"We have no food either!"

"I've been to all the grocery stores and food stations around here, and they're out of food. All they have left are some imported foreign snacks, which can't fill my stomach at all."

Pedro's expression was serious. He couldn't believe that they had just finished "training" and a crisis broke out immediately that could shake the foundation of their rule!
While he was secretly looking forward to this crisis, he was also wary of Lance and the Federals!
This is not their country. They are unscrupulously creating this kind of political incidents here without any sense of guilt, even if more people die!

"I'll go out and take a look. You stay at home and take care of the children."

As soon as Pedro got home, he took out the food bag, a dark brown double-layer cotton bag. After pouring out the food inside, he went out with the empty bag.

Most of the people on the street were like him. He wanted to figure out the current situation and then decide which way to go.

There were many grocery stores and food stations around, and just before he made up his mind, gunshots suddenly broke out on the street!

He shrank his neck suddenly, his body trembled with fear, and quickly ran into the alley!
It's the gang!
He curled up in the alley and looked outside secretly. Soon he found that about thirty or forty meters away from him, several Lapa people were snatching food bags from a civilian.

From where he was standing, it was obvious that the food bag contained a lot of food.

The owner of the food bag was kicked to the ground. He grabbed the bag with both hands, as if begging.

It was too far away to hear what he was saying, but from his expression I could tell he was begging.

His legs seemed injured and he had an obvious sense of disharmony, but even so he did not give up his food.

Three or four gang members were fighting with him for the pocket. As time passed, one of the young men took out his pistol again and fired several shots at the man lying on the ground.

In an instant, the hand of the person being robbed left the bag.

The four men quickly disappeared into the alley next to them, carrying bags of food.

People hiding in the streets came out from their hiding places, including Pedro.

He subconsciously walked up to the man and looked at the passerby lying in a pool of blood with one bullet wound on the forehead, one on the cheekbone, and two on the chest. There was no need for rescue at all. He felt very heavy-hearted.

People have already started killing for food, and this is just the beginning.

He is very clear.

This is just the beginning!
As an educated teacher who is considered a high-level intellectual and likes to read books, his first thought at this time was that as long as he could hold on until February, everything would be fine.

The current wheat yield per acre is only two bushels, or 55 kilograms.

However, the potato harvest has already reached 150 to 200 kilograms, which can solve the problem of hunger for people.

But then he thought that these potatoes would never have a chance to be harvested and would be dug out of the ground and eaten by those starving people.

What’s more frightening is that all of this will inevitably affect next year’s spring ploughing.

Maybe people will eat the seeds.

Find it from the dirt, wash it, and eat it!

(End of this chapter)