Empire of Shadows

Chapter 543 Delusion [666+11]

“The man has been caught.”

When Chief Bureau Blue called, Lance was still a little surprised. “I thought it would take you a little more time to find him.”

Lance already knew about Charlie's car being found, but Charlie himself had disappeared.

It wasn't necessary for them to personally search for Charlie there; it was good enough that the sheriff or highway patrol could continue to push this matter forward. You couldn't expect them to do everything immediately; that's not realistic.

Lance guessed it might take a while. If Charlie was determined to hide, it would be really hard to find him.

And now, nobody knew if he had already left town, from where he left, or where he was going. Everything was unknown.

It could only be said that they were getting closer and closer to Charlie.

But he didn't expect the man to be caught so quickly.

Chief Bureau Blue, who had caught Charlie, relaxed completely, and his tone seemed lighter, “Originally, there might have been some twists and turns. When the police officers from the sheriff's office arrived at the clinic, he happened to be out.”

“And he might have seen the police car nearby, so he ran…”

Chief Bureau Blue laughed, “He thought things were too simple, but also too complicated.”

“If he had simply hidden, our people might not have been able to find him. If he had hidden for a few days, we might have thought he had already escaped and reduced our control over the town.”

“But he did something that no one expected. He actually… thought about applying for a job at the farm!”

Lance could already guess the result, “And then he was caught by the farmer, right?”

He also laughed. This was indeed very interesting.

“Yes, yes!”

“The farmer directly caught him and then called the sheriff. They are on their way to bring him back.”

Hearing this result, Lance was not surprised. In fact, the upper class's understanding of the 'lower class' almost all comes from other people's mouths or media reports.

Many big shots no longer know how to contact the bottom of society, how to communicate with them, what to say, or what to do.

There is too much distance between the highest ruling class and the lowest ruled class, so much so that they don't seem like products of the same society!

The gentlemen of the upper class always overly idealize or demonize the bottom of society.

They imagine them as overly simple and innocent, or overly cunning and treacherous.

In fact, the bottom of society has always been there. As long as they can bend down and lower their heads, they can see clearly, but they have never done so.

They won't in the past, they won't now, and they won't in the future, because it's not necessary.

Although some of them may formulate laws, regulations, and policies around the bottom of society, and some people will implement these policies and regulations for the bottom, they are not necessarily clear whether what they are doing is really necessary for those at the bottom.

Charlie's problem was that he thought these things were too simple. A town, not a very big town, just a few hundred households.

The residents of the town may not know everyone's name who lives here, but they have definitely seen all the residents of the town.

After all, the town is so big, only a few hundred meters from the east side to the west side. One day, everyone will meet on the road.

Not to mention festivals like the Saint's Day, they will gather together.

So when Charlie offered to apply for a cowboy job at the farm, the farmer felt that something was wrong with him.

A stranger, never seen in town, suddenly wants to come to his farm to be a cowboy. Could there be anything more outrageous than this?

Now is not an era of convenient travel. So many highway killers have made traveling alone an extremely risky thing.

Moreover, there is no bus from the town to the city, which means that this stranger is very likely to have driven here himself.

When an old man who looks at least fifty-five years old drives from a big city in a car worth at least several hundred dollars to be a cowboy for a salary of a dozen or twenty dollars a month, that's not normal!

The farmer agreed to Charlie's request while contacting the sheriff. Then, the sheriff quickly changed into a set of clothes and tried to get close to Charlie.

He discovered that Charlie was the guy on the wanted list, so Charlie was arrested.

The farmer did almost nothing. He just made a phone call and got a reward, which made him very happy.

The sheriff's office was also very happy. Catching Charlie was a "credit" for them, enough to turn one of them from a temporary worker into a permanent worker.

Becoming a permanent worker means more benefits and treatment. For these people in the countryside, it's good to have a little more.

Charlie's arrest was caused by him thinking the bottom of society was too simple. He thought the farmer would help him cover up his whereabouts and let him hide on his farm for a while.

But in reality, for these residents of towns far away from big cities, they treat strangers with vigilance and precaution, rather than tolerating them and accepting them.

Perhaps until the moment Charlie was twisted onto the police car, he didn't know why the farmer would betray him, and he didn't understand why he wanted to call the police, why was all this not the same as the script he had written?

Of course, he most likely didn't have the opportunity to ask the farmer for the answer. He had already boarded the highway patrol's police car, and he would be taken to the highway patrol station first for necessary registration and confession work.

He needed to explain what happened between him and the two corpses in the motel before being handed over to the police in King's Port City.

He knew he was done for.

Sitting in the police car, he suddenly felt a sense of boredom. His ambitions and his almost perfect plan had become meaningless.

This time, the person who came to pick him up was the chief of the homicide office of the highway patrol, who was also in charge of the motel homicide case.

While driving, he asked what had happened in the motel.

At this point, Charlie didn't plan to hide this harmless information. He confessed truthfully because he might have revealed the money in his wallet, which ultimately led to the tragedy.

The chief of the homicide office deduced almost the same thing. After asking some details, he shifted the topic from the case to Charlie himself.

Perhaps most police officers still retain a curiosity about exploring the world in their hearts.

“I heard you were also a police officer, Charlie,” the chief of the homicide office asked casually while driving.

He had seen Charlie's personal information, which said that he used to be a police officer in King's Port City and had held important positions for many years, with rich experience in counter-reconnaissance.

This was also what the chief of the homicide office was very curious about. How did a police officer who looked like he had retired end up on the wanted list?

The wanted list didn't say what he had done, only that he was wanted, nothing more.

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Charlie didn't speak. He didn't want to answer this question that had nothing to do with the motel.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the chief of the homicide office said again, “I heard that several police cars came from King's Port City just to pick you up. You must be a big shot!”

Charlie still didn't speak. The chief of the homicide office continued to talk, trying to find something to say, “Are you involved in some big case?”

“Otherwise, why would they send so many people? I have never heard of any case that requires so many people to escort a criminal!”

“They would send at most two police cars, which would already be very grand. You have broken my understanding of this aspect. You are definitely not an ordinary person.”

Charlie still didn't speak. The chief of the homicide office looked at Charlie twice through the rearview mirror, wanting to get some information from him.

But unfortunately, he didn't get anything.

Charlie was unwilling to speak, and he didn't continue to speak. The other three police officers in the car remained silent.

The highway is not romantic at all, only endless boredom, especially the federal interstate highway.

The almost unchanged scenery can cause the most fatigue in a very short time.

You don't know how many kilometers you have driven forward, how far you are from the end, and the constantly same scenery will drive people crazy!

Mentally and physically, so those truck drivers need motels to fully release themselves from body to mind before continuing on the road.

Even if it costs a few more dollars, they are willing.

The car was getting closer and closer to the interstate highway patrol station. In the distance, two trucks were coming towards them, and they looked like they were going very fast.

The chief of the homicide office moved a little to the side of the road and couldn't help saying, “If it weren't for you, I would stop them now. They are speeding.”

Although he is from the homicide office, he can also give these truck drivers speeding tickets.

He doesn't like these truck drivers who floor the accelerator, which often means they are either in a state of excitement or in a daze, otherwise they wouldn't do that.

Either way, it represents danger.

Seeing the two trucks getting closer and closer, the chief of the homicide office leaned to the side again, just in case something happened.

But the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen. Just as the two sides were about to pass each other, the truck in front suddenly swerved and crashed straight towards them!

The chief of the homicide office was instantly frightened into a cold sweat!

He frantically swerved the steering wheel, causing the car to veer onto the shoulder, but unfortunately, he crashed head-on into a large rock on the roadside.

White smoke billowed from under the hood, and the car broke down.

He dodged the first truck, but not the second.

He protected his head with his hands and watched helplessly as the truck slammed into his police car.

With a deafening crash, he lost consciousness…

He didn't know how long had passed, but Charlie groggily struggled, pushing aside the person on top of him, and tried to crawl out.

The car door was yanked open, and several armed men stood outside.

The moment he saw them, Charlie finally relaxed.