"Boss, someone reported that he witnessed a murder on the street. What should we do now?"
Prondo, who had just returned to the police station, still had one foot outside the door. A young police officer came over, stood beside him, and pointed to an old woman sitting on a bench beside him. Plando rolled his eyes, burped, and breathed out a breath of alcohol, "What should we do? Of course we should open a case to investigate and find the murderer. Do you want me to take you to do it before you know what to do?" Do it?"
Just as he was about to go inside and go back to the lounge in the office to lie down for a while, the young police officer took a step forward and stopped him again. It only took half a second for his face to change from impatience to mild anger. There was a trace of anger hidden in a pair of eyes, and his tone was very unfriendly, "I said damn it, what else happened? Is someone's cow lost? Or is the sewer blocked?"
The young police officer had an awkward smile on his face and whispered: "The one who died was Wood's confidant, Mr. Jim."
The slightly smoky alcohol dissipated from Prondeau's body in an instant. He trembled, grabbed the young police officer's collar, and pulled him in front of him, almost face to face, "You mean Wood ? Woodcutter Wood? Is it his bastard Jim who died?" Seeing the young policeman nodding, Prondeau pushed him away and strode towards his office, "Tell me clearly. , I remember you said murder in the street? Then there must be more than one witness. Please clarify the matter for me. Follow me first."
When he was about to enter the office, he knocked on the desk next to the office. A beautiful woman in her thirties looked up at him and said, "Tell Xiuen to come over here, now!" After speaking, Prondo plunged into the office, followed closely by the young police officer.
Sitting on the comfortable boss's chair, Prondeau tore off the collar that fit perfectly around his neck. He pointed to the cup on the bar and said, "Get me some damn ice water. God, you're in the police academy." Have you learned to stand still? Open your eyes, there are many things for you to do in this world!"
The young police officer lowered his head and walked to the bar to get a glass of ice water for Mr. Prondeau. To put it simply, it was cold water with ice cubes added. It is said that small refrigerators for home use have begun to be sold in the capital, but that is still too far away for Tener. All the ice cubes in the city come from the Turnel Ice Factory. The ice cubes are divided into three grades: ice cubes made from boiled water, ice cubes made from tap water and ice cubes made from well water.
The materials used are different, and of course the prices are also different. Of course, the one Mr. Plando used is the best.
He took the cold cup and took a big sip, feeling a sense of comfort all over his body. This is the bad thing about fat people. Even in autumn, they need to use ice water to cool down. He casually placed the cup on the coaster on his desk, looked at the young police officer, and picked his fingers, "Don't you think you should say something now?"
The police officer was excited and started talking immediately, "Except for the old woman outside who needed to take a break because she was too frightened, more than twenty people have come to report the case. They all said that they witnessed a murder with their own eyes." There is only one deceased person who has been identified so far, and that is Jim. He was murdered by a young man at a table on the street at Tiantianle Grill. The young man hooked him through the chin and stabbed him in the neck and chest. He was stabbed several times and died on the spot.”
"In addition, there was a murder case. The deceased was unrecognizable. We have not been able to know the identity of the deceased yet. However, according to witnesses, the deceased had gathered with a group of homeless people and may have been a member of a gang..."
After a long while, Plando finally raised his head and looked at the young police officer, "What did you just say?" "Forget it, I get it, you did a good job, keep investigating these things, now!"
After the young police officer turned and left, Plando sighed. He really didn't notice what the young police officer was saying just now. When he knew that the dead person was Jim, he immediately thought of the war between gangs. Recently, he also learned that someone violated the rules of the three giants in Turnel City's moonshining industry and secretly sold bars to bars with high-level moonshining that entered the market without their consent.
From the first day he learned about this matter, he had a vague hunch that if that idiot continued to act inconsistently, it would most likely lead to the three giants joining forces to suppress him. Sure enough, within a few days, there were three fewer people sent by Wood to inquire about the news. It must be those stupid young men who did it. In fact, at that time, Prondo felt that there was still room for improvement.
As long as those people come up with a sum of money, apologize, and act in accordance with the rules, there may not be any bigger conflicts.
How many days has it been
Jim is actually dead!
Doesn't this mean that these two groups are going to war
As the police chief of Turner City, what Prondo hates and fears the most is the war between gangs. The wars between small gangs are slightly better, and often end quickly due to the limitations of number and scale, but the wars between the tycoons are the most deadly. They will mobilize more people to blatantly vendetta against each other on a larger scale, or even fight on a large scale!
This kind of thing has not never happened in Turner City. Every time a large-scale war breaks out, it means that he, the police chief, will be in big trouble. From society, from superiors, and from those who pay taxes.
If the matter is too big, the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau will definitely investigate the matter. If things go wrong, I may have to move my butt and go to a more remote and remote place to guard the fish pond.
This is indeed a big trouble!
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a carefree guy who didn't even wear a police uniform walked in. He was Xiu En. He is not a police officer, but belongs to the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau, whose full name is the Imperial Security Defense Investigation Bureau. If the local police station manages the security issues of a region, then the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau manages the security of all places in the entire empire, as well as major criminal cases. They have greater powers than local police departments, with a number of agents stationed in each city.
Xiu En is the investigation bureau agent from Turner City.
This guy was said to have done something wrong and was kicked to Tenel to live in his old age. He was young and had a bit of a cynical temperament. He didn't bother Prundeau much after he came to Tenel City. In Prondo's eyes, this guy looked more like a gang member than an FBI agent. He was either hanging out on the roadside with some guys who were obviously not decent people all day long, or he was hanging out in various bars every day.
It has been less than two years since Xiuen came to Turnel City, but when it comes to the local gangs, he is more profound and clear than the director of Plando.
"What? Is something wrong?", Xiu En rubbed his eyes. He had a crazy night with a hot girl last night. If Prondeau's secretary hadn't called him, he might still be sleeping. By the way, Xiu En's office is on the second floor of the police station, the southernmost one.
He walked to the bar and took out a glass, put a few ice cubes on it, then took out a bottle of wine worth thirty-five yuan from the wine rack and poured himself a glass.
Looking at Xiu En, who was familiar with the road as if he were at home, Prondo's eyes widened, "Didn't I hear any news? Jim is dead!"
Xiu En took a sip, pursed his lips and nodded with satisfaction, "It tastes good, where did you buy it?"
Plando slapped his hand on the table and became furious, "Don't you understand human language?"
Xiu En was stunned for a moment, "Did you use non-human language when communicating with me?" As he spoke, he laughed while Plando didn't completely explode. He walked over to Plando and pressed his hand. His shoulders pushed him down on the chair, "I know, I know, Jim, right? It's normal to die. Everyone must die. Isn't even God dead?"
Prondo, who was originally angry, suddenly felt that there was nothing to be angry about. You deserved to be demoted to Tenel. With your temperament, going to the countryside would not be a loss for you!
(End of chapter)