Shadow Empire - Chapter 948 Helpless and We Can Do It Ourselves
Shadow Empire
Chapter 948 Helpless and We Can Do It OurselvesChapter 948 Helpless and We Can Do It Ourselves
After returning to the police station, the police chief did not call anyone. He just sat behind his desk and began to wipe his desk and tidy up the table carefully and personally for the first time.
He has worked here for a long time, he himself can't remember exactly, it could be ten years, or eleven years, or twelve years.
It was not until this moment, when he stood here and looked back, that he realized that he had walked a very long distance to get here.
Life is always like this, time slips away from us quietly without us noticing.
Only when people notice that a long time has passed will they lament the ruthlessness of time.
Time really passes too fast.
He also had the same feeling at this time.
He wiped the corners and crevices of the desk with a rag, wiping off the dust with his own hands.
Then I tidied up the messy desktop and everything looked pleasing to the eye.
His eyes fell on the photo frame, which contained a photo of him and his family.
The police chief has a large family with two wives and seven children.
Sitting here at this moment, he couldn't seem to find anything more related to home and family in his mind. They were all very... shallow memories.
The last thing he remembered about his son was scolding him not to associate with cheap girls.
A cheap girl is a way of saying, a pariah girl.
One has to admit that some untouchable girls are indeed very beautiful, but he, his children, and his family are not of that class.
His son will marry a girl from a privileged family in the future who will be able to help him in his career, instead of marrying a beautiful untouchable girl.
The last thing he told his son was—
"You can like a Dalit girl, have sex with her, and even have her give birth to your child."
"But you shouldn't fall in love with her, and you shouldn't think about living with her."
"What you need to do is break up with her at the right time and get into a new relationship that can help you and our family."
"Do you know those prostitutes?"
“If you don’t know how to treat those Dalit girls, treat them like prostitutes.”
"You think they really love you, but in fact they only love your identity, the expensive clothes you wear, and your right to live in the city center!"
That was the last thing he said to his son, and it seemed like a long time ago.
How long has it been since he spent a long time with his family?
He couldn't quite remember, maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months.
Suddenly, he had a strong desire that prompted him to pick up the phone and dial his home number.
The person who answered the phone was his eldest wife, his first wife, who was now more like the housekeeper of the family.
"I will be back for dinner in the evening. Please ask the children to come back and prepare something rich."
His wife was a little surprised because most of the time, the police chief would not have dinner at home.
He had a lot of social engagements to deal with, including banquets among the privileged class, banquets by the sheriffs under him, or he would take the initiative to host banquets for others in order to curry favor with other relationships.
He seldom ate at home, and even when he did, he rarely asked for a more sumptuous meal, and rarely asked all the children to come back.
He didn't like his children very much, and that's how his family felt.
He always thought his children were a little stupid, so he would be a little impatient when talking to them.
In fact, it’s not that he thinks the children are stupid, but these children have not experienced the torture of society. They have lived in a honeypot since they were born, and they have no idea what the reality is behind the hypocritical surface of this society.
They don't understand, so they appear a little stupid and not smart enough, but they are not really stupid, they just lack some experience and opportunities.
After giving these instructions, he sighed. Half of the twenty-four hours had passed, and there was only a short time left until tomorrow morning.
He didn't know what Lance White and his men would do in twenty-four hours, but he knew that in the end, the punishment would fall on his butt.
Because he screwed it all up.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of Gomez, the president of the Chamber of Commerce who was once trusted by Diego, but now it is said that he has also defected to the Federals.
Inexplicably, his mood changed. He himself was not aware of it, but he felt that some indescribable inspiration flashed across his mind.
When I wanted to figure out what it was, I couldn't find it anymore.
He called all the sheriffs to his office. "I've already met with Lance. He's a very difficult person to talk to. He directly denied that his men kidnapped those two young men."
The sheriffs immediately had ugly expressions on their faces, and some of them even showed angry expressions.
"Then what do we do now?"
One of the police chiefs asked, "Can we use the mayor's connections, or someone else's connections, to search Lance's manor, his residences, and the factories?"
"Or should we go a step further and seal off his factory and force him to hand over the people to us?"
These words were supported by some people because they had done so before.
If anyone resists them, they will use the power in their hands to force these people to compromise.
Of course, it is limited to the privileged class, some businessmen and foreign businessmen.
As long as they do this, there is nothing they cannot succeed.
The sheriffs believe they are facing the same situation this time.
The police chief shook his head. "This is difficult to do. Lance is different from ordinary foreigners. He cannot be threatened so easily by us."
"And doing so could push things further and further toward a worse situation, which could end up being a situation none of us want to see."
Although he did not try it himself, he had a hunch that if he really used this thing against Lance, his end would be miserable.
The sheriffs were all a little discouraged, and someone asked, "So, is this matter over?"
"…(Name of the deceased sheriff) just died like that?"
After a brief silence, the police chief said, "The compensation will be sent to...his family members at double the standard."
"Let's just leave this as it is for now!"
He sighed again. He sighed more times today than he had ever sighed before today and in the first half of this year combined.
After a moment, he continued, "We're not sure what will happen tomorrow, but I have a feeling, a bad feeling."
He paused, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one. "There's a high probability that I will be fired from this position. You don't have to be too nervous then."
"If they want to run this city well, they can't do without the police, and they can't do without you."
"Then the work will continue as it was when I was here. If the mayor or someone higher up arranges a new director, don't resist."
His words were full of pessimism. People in the office fell silent and the atmosphere became gloomy.
The police chief stood up with a smile on his face. He walked up to the police chiefs and patted them on the arms, still with a smile on his face.
"what happened?"
"Do you think there's a chance I might... die?"
His expression twitched slightly when he said this word, but he quickly adjusted his expression.
"No, don't worry about it. This is a diplomatic incident. Even if they really want me dead, I won't die immediately."
"We will have a chance to meet again, I believe that."
He also explained some things that happened after he left, including their blackmail of some people and some bribery. He gave a complete account of everything.
Finally, he asked the police chiefs to leave and return to their jobs to prepare for tomorrow. He stood at the door, took a last look at the clean and tidy desktop and desk, and everything he had put back in place, then slowly pulled the door handle and closed the door of the police chief's office.
Standing outside the door, he still felt a little emotional. He sighed again, then turned and left.
He left through the back stairs and went straight to the parking lot. He didn't want to meet those sheriffs and police officers again. It would only make him feel more sad.
He returned home early and his two wives were preparing dinner for the evening.
He seemed to have thought of something, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and joined in preparing dinner under the surprised gazes of his two wives.
A little after seven in the evening, the last family member came back from outside, and the police chief smiled a lot more.
When the last child came to the dining table and sat down for some unknown reason, he put his hands on the edge of the table and made a gesture similar to "pushing" the table, but not really pushing it.
"I know you must be confused as to why I suddenly asked you to come back."
"Actually, something happened today."
"If you follow the news, you will know that a foreigner was killed today, and we also lost a police chief."
His wife looked surprised and a little scared. How long had it been since a police officer died in this city?His second wife, who was younger, couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
The police chief briefly recounted what had happened, "…they gave us an ultimatum, only twenty-four hours."
"That means that by tomorrow morning, around noon, if we still can't catch the two murderers, the federals may have to resort to some means."
His two wives haven't realized anything yet, but his children, especially the two who are in college, have realized the seriousness of the matter.
His eldest son asked, "What will happen to you?"
The police chief, while eating a fine steak with a knife and fork, answered in a seemingly relaxed manner, "I will most likely be dismissed from my position. As for whether they will do anything further to me, I don't know."
He looks relaxed, but he's not relaxed at all.
As the police chief, he knew very well what he had done over the years, for himself and for those bigwigs.
They will not allow someone like themselves who knows some secrets, or even scandals, to continue living after losing their value.
There is a high probability that he will die. What he is most worried about now is that the things he has done over the years and the consequences will implicate his family.
He didn't care much about his family before, and perhaps he knew very well at that time that as long as he didn't lose his job, his family would not be hurt.
But now, he felt threatened and that his family might be in danger.
"Early tomorrow morning, you should find a way to hide. It would be best if you could leave Zhuolan and go to another place, or hide in another country."
"Although I don't like the Federation, it is indeed a good choice."
"Wait until this period of news has passed, and then consider whether to come back."
As he spoke, he took out several deposit certificates from his pocket and gave them to his two wives, his eldest son and daughter.
"This is a deposit certificate from the Commonwealth Bank. It has the bank instructions for withdrawing the money. It contains the money I have obtained over the years."
"It's about 400,000 in total, enough for you to live comfortably in the Federation."
"Of course if you want to go somewhere else, like Zedd, that's fine."
"But my personal suggestion is that you'd better go to the Federation. The actions of the Federation people will only become more and more aggressive."
His first wife held his hand, with a hint of worry and longing in her eyes, "You can also leave with us, we will be a family together!"
There may be no love between them anymore, but the new family affection maintains their relationship and connection more firmly than love.
The police chief sighed heavily, curled his lips, and got himself another piece of steak. While cutting, he said in a relaxed tone, "If I go with you, then none of us can leave."
The table suddenly fell into silence, with only the sound of the police chief cutting his steak and eating.
Of course they knew what this sentence meant, and that was why they remained silent.
Early the next morning, the police chief came to the police station and many people saw him.
He now had to let those who were watching him know that he had not run away, only in this way would his family have a chance to leave.
Not long after he left, his family simply packed up the valuables they could take with them, hurried to the port, and bought boat tickets to the Federation.
Time seemed to become slow and meaningless at this moment.
The police chief began to clean up his office just like he did yesterday. Perhaps he wanted to leave a very special impression on everyone after he left.
The new police chief will not find the place messy when he opens the door. He may think that the previous police chief was a clean person.
He didn't know why he had such an idea, but he just wanted to do it.
Before I knew it, it was noon and it was very quiet outside.
However, he knew that many people had gathered outside the Presidential Palace at this time. They were protesting. They were holding up various banners, and the noise they made might make the President feel irritated.
This was the final result of their ultimatum.
At twelve o'clock, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.
The shrill sound of "ding-ling-ling-ling" startled him, and he was sweating slightly because of the shock.
"Have you found those two people?"
The call was from the Presidential Palace.
The police chief held the receiver with both hands. He said carefully and quietly, "I'm sorry, I didn't find these two people."
He did not emphasize that Lance was involved in this matter, nor did he emphasize that it was not that he was incompetent, but that Lance and his gang were too unreasonable.
He suddenly understood the feelings of those who had been wronged in the past and their families. At this moment, he clearly felt the strong and painful emotion in his heart.
After a few seconds of silence on the receiver, he hung up the phone. That was not polite at all.
At this time, President Diego was facing the federal ambassador who was pointing at his nose and yelling, but he was helpless.
Could he not know that it was Lance's men who kidnapped the two criminals?He knows, he knows everything.
But politics is not a math problem where you can't get an accurate, unique answer by putting known elements together.
Of course, the prerequisite is that the person solving the problem must be able to solve it.
Politics is not like that. Even if everyone knows what happened, it has nothing to do with what they are going to do.
There is no relationship at all.
The Federal Ambassador to Lapa looked very serious and angry at this moment, as if he really didn't know where those two people were!"President Diego, I spoke to the Secretary of State on the phone before coming here, and he was shocked by what happened here."
"And he has reported it to the federal president, who has given his instructions."
"If you can't find those two people within 24 hours, then we will do this ourselves. Your country must not interfere, block, or influence us."
"Otherwise it will be regarded as a humiliation to the Federation. We cannot guarantee that we will not take further measures, including but not limited to diplomatic means and military actions..."
The federal ambassador said, looking at the watch on his wrist, "You have fifteen minutes left. After fifteen minutes, we will solve this problem in our own way."
Is this what the Federation wants?
Diego looked at the ambassador and thought so, but he seemed to have no solution.
He could only make a final attempt helplessly.
"I will report this matter to the Asian Union and the Jede side. We will protest to the Federation. This is an act of interfering with the sovereignty of other countries!"
"You clearly said during the negotiations that you wouldn't do this!"
The ambassador said with a smile, "You also didn't mention at the negotiation table that you would kill federal citizens!"
(End of this chapter)