Empire of Shadows

Chapter 532 I Am a Good Person! [666+6]

The sudden "arrest" and the cold gun muzzle pressed against his forehead caused the Creek Valley Precinct Chief to break out in a cold sweat.

The two subordinates behind him had just stood up when they were disarmed.

The shop assistant didn't scream.

In this era, if you haven't experienced several armed robberies—whether by gangsters or patrol officers looking for some pocket money—it's definitely abnormal if you haven't been robbed.

Being robbed, watching others being robbed, this is something that everyone in the lower strata of society in this era needs to experience.

Previously, reporters interviewed some people, especially those living in poorer neighborhoods, asking them what they thought the world would be like in a hundred years.

They smiled as they described their aspirations, each with a different definition of the future, but they were the same in one respect.

No more robbery in the future!

Okay, skipping this hilarious question, the shop assistant's reaction was normal; she had even opened the cash register, preparing to quickly hand over some pocket money when the officers with weapons left, without needing to be pointed at with a gun.

Both groups were police officers, so reporting it to the police wouldn't make any sense.

The Creek Valley Precinct Chief slowly raised his hands. "Do you know what you're doing?"

The police officer holding the gun to his head grinned, revealing a set of slightly yellow teeth, and then raised the gun and slammed the butt hard against his temple. "Motherfucker!"

"Shut up!"

He took out handcuffs and cuffed the precinct chief's hands behind his back. The precinct chief didn't struggle because he knew very well that if he resisted at this time and the other party really killed him, he would die in vain.

He could only loudly defend himself, "Do you have an arrest warrant?"

"Who gave you the order to arrest me?"

"Holy shit, do you know what the consequences of your actions will be!"

The police officer hit the precinct chief's forehead again with the gun butt, a muffled thud, causing the precinct chief's head to throb.

Something warm and wet flowed down from the spot where he was hit, making him feel itchy. He tilted his head, looking at the police officer in front of him with hurt and vicious eyes!

He would let this police officer know what the price of doing this was!

"You're dead!"

"Whether it's you, or Blue, you, you're all dead!"

A police officer standing behind him curled his lip, "If I were you, I'd shut my mouth now. My brother's temper isn't very good…"

The precinct chief obediently closed his mouth, but his eyes still showed anger.

The three were pushed into the police car. Of course, no one paid for their lunch, and the shop assistant just shrugged.

The other customers looked at her, but she didn't have a trace of frustration on her face. "At least they just didn't pay!"

A slight smile appeared on the faces of the other customers, and some even echoed, "Yes, they just didn't pay, you're lucky!"

A roughly similar scene was happening in many places. Precinct chiefs and office heads were being arrested and taken away by another group of police officers in places they were familiar with. For a time, people didn't know what was happening.

Some people thought it was a police "internal strife," and soon rumors began to spread in the city.

The Creek Valley Precinct Chief was taken to a room, where he was tied to a chair, and then everyone left.

He sat there for a while, as if he had been forgotten.

Sometimes, faint, almost inaudible screams would come from outside the door, causing his heart to beat faster and faster, and he broke out in a sweat, feeling uneasy and frightened.

When the fear in his heart accumulated to a certain level, he couldn't help but shout:

"Is anyone here?"

"Hi?"

"Hey!"

Just when he thought that no one might pay attention to him now, or that there was no one here, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

The door was opened, and Duke pushed the door open and stood by the door, followed by two young men and two young women walking in.

From these four people, he felt a completely different temperament and style!

As an old policeman, he had solved many cases in his life.

Although Charlie was the "head," he didn't just stuff any trash into his pocket. What he needed was loyal and capable subordinates.

His old subordinates were all excellent in their professional abilities; otherwise, they wouldn't have been selected by Charlie.

There was one person he couldn't quite see through. The other three gave him a very strange feeling, like… students seeing a teacher!

There was a kind of unease, not the unease of life and death, but the unease caused by other reasons, but he didn't know what it was.

"This person is Wally," Duke's attitude was very humble.

Everyone else's eyes focused on Wally, the precinct chief's face. He inexplicably felt a burst of panic and turned his gaze to Duke.

"Did Blue order you to arrest me?"

"Do you have an arrest warrant?" He knew they didn't have an arrest warrant just by looking at Duke's appearance. His tone became a little stern, "Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"

Duke didn't answer, didn't even look at him, just stood against the wall with a very respectful attitude.

He knew that these people must know their identities.

Lance, and the state prosecutors from Manteon, were here to investigate the Goldenport City Police Department corruption case.

He didn't know that Lance actually had this kind of relationship and became even more in awe of Lance!

At this time, Wally focused his gaze on the young man, sizing him up with some suspicion.

He looked at this young man, and this young man also looked at him. The plain and gentle gaze gave him a lot of pressure.

He struggled to turn his head away. He was at a disadvantage.

He wanted to glare back in annoyance, but the moment this thought arose, it automatically vanished.

Lance signaled that they could ask questions. Dean nodded slightly, and his assistants began to enter their working state.

"Mr. Wally, there are a few questions we hope you can answer truthfully."

Wally didn't speak, but he was obviously listening.

"First question, is there a situation of transferring benefits between you and Charlie? Have you ever obtained promotions in the police force by paying him bribes?"

"Second question, have you ever helped Charlie to handle some cases in violation of regulations or laws, such as harboring suspects, using intimidation, or threatening victims to agree to mediation?"

"Third question, do you and Charlie, as well as the accidentally deceased Hunter, form the axis of a benefit group, manipulating the police force to seek benefits for you?"

"Fourth question, have you ever accepted bribes to help some suspects escape punishment, or have you bribed others for the convenience of work?"

"Please answer these four questions."

Wally turned his head to look at the wall, silent.

At this time, he vaguely understood something in his heart. These people were not coming for him, but for Charlie!

His heart was in chaos. He didn't expect things to change so quickly. They were actually… going to deal with Charlie?

His gaze fell on those faces again, three of whom he had never seen before.

The Prosecutor's Office, the Bureau of Justice, and the Police Department were very familiar with each other and cooperated with each other.

If anyone in Goldenport City was qualified to investigate Charlie, it would only be the Prosecutor's Office and the Bureau of Justice, but the Prosecutor's Office and the Bureau of Justice… were all his own people. They couldn't do this.

Then there was only one possibility.

His heart kept sinking. Although he had vaguely heard last year that the state government was very dissatisfied with the continuous negative news about Goldenport City and wanted to investigate issues such as corruption and dereliction of duty in the police force.

But half a year had passed, and there had been no news. They all thought it was just to deal with the media and Congress at the time.

Even Charlie had gradually relaxed his vigilance. Unexpectedly, they really came.

Large beads of sweat dripped down Wally's temples. He really wanted to wipe his sweat, but his hands were cuffed to the back of the chair, and he couldn't move.

Lance stood aside and continued to apply pressure, "Mr. Wally, as far as I know, you and your wife's income is not enough to support you buying a detached house with a yard in full, let alone your usual food, clothing, and expenses."

"These things don't even need to be specially investigated. As long as you check your financial transactions with the bank, you will inevitably be charged with bribery and job-related crimes as a civil servant."

"You should be very clear about the consequences of being charged, right?"

Wally was already on the verge of collapse. Once he was sentenced, he would most likely not be able to leave prison alive.

He looked at Lance, "Who are you?"

"I seem to have seen you before."

Lance smiled and replied, "Some people call me Mr. White, and some people call me Mr. Lance. As for you, it's up to you what you want to call me."

Wally's eyes gradually widened, and he even had tinnitus.

The whole world turned into a whining monster.

After a long while, his eyeballs turned again. He had heard many things related to Lance, including what had happened recently.

Hunter was dead, blown into dozens of pieces, supposedly by Lance.

Even more unsettling was that Hunter's wife and children were also missing.

In fact, the interstate highway police in other city sections had already issued a reward for information about the source of the corpse, but no one recognized the people in the portraits, so the highway police still didn't know who the dead man and woman were.

This case, in all likelihood, would be placed at the bottom of the archives, just like other highway murder cases.

It wouldn't be until some assassin, in some year and month, felt the police were too incompetent that they would call a large number of media outlets in advance. Under the media's attention, they would proactively surrender and confess to the crimes they committed. Only then would the identities and experiences of these "nobodies" possibly come to light.

Otherwise, in all likelihood, they would never be known or understood.

Wally wasn't Hunter, nor did he want to become Hunter. The expression on his face was strained, a mix of fear, grievance, anger, and a hint of helplessness.

"I want to become a witness for the prosecution and testify against Charlie in court, but I need a guarantee. I'm willing to confess everything!"

A few minutes later, inside the door, Wally was earnestly answering questions. Outside, Dean wore a mocking smile. "It seems your name is quite effective, Mr. Lance, at least in Goldport City."

"Does it have some kind of magic?"

"I noticed that after Mr. Wally heard your name, his attitude immediately changed!"

He took out a cigarette and offered it to Lance. Lance took the cigarette, stuck it in his mouth, took out a match, and shrugged. "Maybe it's because they know I'm a good person?"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter... …