Cosma Empire

In the morning, the red sun rises from the sea level, and the fiery red is like a huge fireball. The sunlight at this time was not dazzling, and the light also carried a hint of warm red. The guests who had been crazy all night in the first district walked out of the entertainment venues exhausted, stuffed their stomachs a little later, and started walking towards the place where they lived.

After more than half an hour of silence, the real early morning finally ushered in. The golden sunlight cleared the darkness in the street like a sharp sword, shining on people, looking at the rising sun, just like looking at an undefeated God of War.

Du Lin was still sitting in that chair, sipping the same coffee, eating a burrito for half a dollar, and looking at the newspaper in his hand. The newspaper boy bowed his head and stood behind Du Lin, holding his hat in his hand, a little cramped.

After a while, Du Lin took out a twenty denomination note from his pocket and shoved it into the newsboy's hat. "I want to know all the news that Juan and his family deserve to see, this is half As fast as possible! "

When the newsboy's eyes lighted up, he thought these twenty pieces were all, but he didn't expect that it was only half. He immediately covered the hat with money directly on his head, and also deliberately frizzled his hair so that the lining of the hat and the hair were tightly attached together. "Sir, you can see everything you want tomorrow morning!" He said that he bent down and saluted, and ran to the streets like every morning, and began to distribute newspapers.

These newsboys have their own intelligence network, and there is a higher-level intelligence network over them to manage them. Anything you want to know about Irian, you only need to pay the equivalent price to get from them. I know the vast majority of news that is not circulating.

Juan is quite famous in the city of Irian. He is a celebrity in the society. His Majesty has three wineries and a bar. These are his legal businesses and have legal licenses to support him in the production and sale of various alcoholic beverages. As a tourist city, alcoholic beverages are indispensable consumables, and even some people come to Yilian from the field in order to sip high-alcohol wine without hesitation.

If tourism is the first pillar of the economy, then the brewery and those bars are the second pillar of the economy. Different from other business categories, winemaking and wine sales are subject to high taxes. The percentage of enlistment is 45%. When sales exceed a certain amount, it will increase, and up to 60% Taxes.

But even so, Juan still made a lot of money, so that a guy who once only burned a boiler became the number one person in the city of Irian.

Du Lin stared at him for two reasons. The first was that there were four licenses for the three breweries and a bar in his hand. With these four licenses, Du Lin could unscrupulously produce legitimate private wine and smuggle it to Those illegal places to sell, even if the problem is found, they can't catch up with Du Lin, because it is legal to make high-quality wine here. The second reason is that Juan invested in a mall near the center in District 8.

The mall has a total of five floors in the plan, with a business area of ​​nearly 45,000 square meters, with a total investment of about 12 million. If Juan and his boiler family are a strong family, then Du Lin will certainly stay away, but he is only a winemaker and seller, and has no powerful help in politics. It is the softest persimmon, so Du Lin intends to pinch a bit.

Of course, Du Lin will be very kind to discuss with him whether he can co-invest. If he can, he doesn't mind that he will invest half of the partnership to complete this project. But if he doesn't know anything, then Du Lin won't be kind to him.

Holding up the cup and drank the remaining coffee, and stained with the water stains on the lips, Du Lin pressed five dollars under the dinner plate and started a daily walk with the newspaper in between. Just as he passed by the Ilian City Police Station, the police station had just woke up. The policemen who came to work rubbed their eyes slightly and squeezed into the police station.

The special social environment of Ilian is destined that the police is not a job that can be lazy, especially in the middle of the night, the major entertainment venues are still operating normally, at this time those tourists or local alcoholics also drink almost, often There will be friction due to some minor issues, and eventually it will be a brawl. So when the first zone rests, the police will rest.

Fortunately, the police station performs shifts, otherwise it can really kill people. Police officers on duty during the day worked from 7:30 am to 7:30 pm, and night police officers worked from 8 pm to 5 am, and everyone was resting for the remaining two hours.

The police officer in charge of the custody yawned and signed his name on the sign-in book, then took out the hot Napa burrito from the backpack, accompanied by thick milked coffee, and took a bite of joy. . The Naba burrito here has changed from the authentic burrito. Most of the burrito is filled with beef, but here it is the fish of deep-sea fish. Who makes the fish cheaper?

Fortunately, in order to stabilize more customers, the chefs cut the fish into thin slices and fried them on a frying pan until the two sides are crispy and golden, so that the taste is more fragrant and more mouthfeel. As for whether it is too greasy and healthy to eat, that is another matter.

The police officer was obviously hungry. He quickly ran out of food and touched his stomach, feeling that he could eat another one, but thinking that his weight had exceeded the standard, he decided to control his mouth. The police officers in Irian City are really not good at work. Not only do they work hard, the police department even requires that the image of the police officers also needs to be healthy. The rejection of fat or thin people to join the police force is to maintain the positive image of the police officers. To protect the image of Irian.

He opened the iron door of the detention area, glanced at the desk book on the desk, then took the key to the first detention room, opened the iron door, "You can go home!"

The two strong men who had been fighting with each other because of drunkenness came out with a stunned face, staring at the police officer with some sloppiness. The policeman smiled and said, "If you don't want to go, you can go in again!"

The guy walking behind pushed the guy in front and the two left the detention area with a big wave. The police officer also locked the door and returned to his sentry box.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, someone came to take Elis for interrogation, but when the two walked outside the first cell door, they were stunned by the pictures inside.

Is Elis hanging?

The police officer got the wrong key several times in a panic before opening the iron door. When they rushed in, Elis' body was already cold. The prosecutor in charge of the trial looked at the police officer with a sharp glance, "I want to know What the **** happened, and why did such important witnesses die here? "

After a brief period of confusion, the policeman returned to his senses. His eyes were very impolite and he swept back and forth twice over the prosecutor. "Who can stop him if he doesn't want to live? Besides, he didn't notify me before hanging Do you know how much is going on in the Irian region after the summer? I have been so busy that I haven't had any rest and haven't been here. I asked you to give him a single room. If he didn't live in this single room, he wouldn't When these things happen, I think if there is a problem, the problem lies with you! "

The prosecutor, who was bitten by the bite, turned red again, and then became white again. He confirmed that Elis had started to stiffen, turned around with a humming sound, and let go of the harsh words before leaving, "This is malfeasance. , I will complain to your superior! "

The police officer grinned a few times, "If you love to complain, go ahead and complain. Who can control you?" He took out a cookie wrapped in a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants, and chewed it in his mouth. Then he said, "Strange, why are you so hungry so fast today? It looks like I want to eat more tomorrow morning!"

The news that Elis hanged himself soon spread, and most Guarths said that he deserved it, or he should die, anyway, the response was very general. Compared with ordinary people, the prosecutor is the one with the strongest response. He broke into the judge's office, and the old judge put down his glasses and looked up at him slowly. He strode forward angrily and pressed a slap on the judge's table.

"This is a conspiracy ~ www.readwn.com ~ There is absolutely a conspiracy hidden in it!", The prosecutor has been biting his crown, he does not want to run into the judge, but the anger at this time makes him completely unable to control his emotions. When the riots first occurred, he was concerned about the incident. As the event progressed, he finally caught Elis and others. It seemed like a reasonable process that made him perceive a hint of "deliberate". This should not be a The feeling of a homicide.

He has dealt with many cases. Except for a few cases, most of the homicides are passionate crimes. It is easy to understand that the decision was made when the brain was hot and then implemented. In the murders of non-passionate crimes, as long as the criminal who is not a fool and finally completed the murder, it has never been so easy to catch and so honest. So he felt there was a problem here, so he explained to the police that he must keep Elis in a single cell, and he will raise Elis this morning.

What I didn't expect was that Elis was dead. Someone took the lead to cut off Elis, the most important witness and clue!

"My dear child, anger can't solve anything. You have to learn to control anger, and then calmly watch the bad guys reveal flaws." The old judge patted the prosecutor's hand with a smile, "You must remember, evil Justice will never be defeated, and one day they will face trial! "