Empire of Shadows

Chapter 544: Party and Transfer [666+12]

Charlie gasped for breath, looking at the person outside the car. He was wearing a hood, but even so, he could "see" him through the person's eyes.

This was a young man whose eyes held no reverence for life, nor any confusion about the future. He simply stood there calmly, then raised his gun, ready to do something simple.

For some reason, when he saw this young man, Charlie vaguely seemed to see himself in the past.

He was like a lost child constantly spinning in an upward maze, and someone found him and pointed him in the right direction.

This path was not easy, but looking at the faint light at the end of the road, he knew it was a brand new world!

To reach the new world, no matter how difficult the road was, he firmly took his steps.

He, Charlie, would eventually break through some barriers and enter the next stage of his life.

No matter what stood in his way, he would eventually overcome it!

With the courage of absolute non-retreat, he kept moving forward. The thorns of reality did not stop him, but made him stronger.

He never thought he would fall somewhere on this road, he was bound to enter the next stage of life.

Until this moment.

He sat in the car, blood constantly flowing from the wound on his head, which had been broken by the violent collision of the car.

He was like a trapped beast, representing "yesterday."

The young man outside the car had clean, bright eyes, filled with the determination he once had, representing the future.

This was a conversation that crossed time, between him and his past self.

The two men's eyes met, and Charlie opened his mouth to say something, but then the gunshot rang out. He looked down and saw a hole in the white shirt on his chest, and blood quickly gushed out.

Then there were a few more gunshots. He didn't feel any pain, but his strength inexplicably disappeared.

He slowly leaned back in his seat, looked at the young man outside the car, and shook his head slightly. He wanted to tell him that this road was not easy.

But he didn't even have the strength to speak, he could only shake his head slightly.

The young man retrieved his weapon and quickly returned to the truck with the others.

Perhaps the gunshots had awakened the police officer sitting in the driver's seat. His head was also bleeding, and shards of glass had cut open the corner of his brow, and blood was slowly flowing.

He shook his head, then showed a painful expression, raised his hand to touch the corner of his brow, and took a breath of cold air.

His eyes went from confused to clear in just a few seconds. He remembered what happened before he passed out, then turned his head and saw Charlie in the back seat, on the verge of death.

"Fuck!" He quickly pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger at the truck that was already starting, but it was useless.

The two trucks quickly disappeared into the distance.

He turned to look at Charlie, trying to block the bullet holes in his body with his hands, "Hang in there, they'll be here soon."

He said comforting words, but neither he nor Charlie knew that hanging on was meaningless.

He was doomed.

Charlie only grabbed his wrist tightly, his eyes staring fiercely at him, as if he had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it.

A dozen seconds later, the police officer felt the strength in Charlie's hand disappear in an instant, and it naturally drooped down.

He was dead.

Silently looking at Charlie, the police officer climbed out of the empty car window. He stood by the car, took out a crumpled cigarette pack, and took out a crumpled cigarette.

"You must be a big shot!" he said.

Unfortunately, Charlie couldn't answer any of his questions, and of course, even if he was alive, he wouldn't answer.

He glanced at Charlie, then looked at the other injured police officers, and some unhappy emotions grew in his heart.

This was the first time someone had silenced an important witness in front of him.

His guess that Charlie was a big shot also came from this—they didn't hesitate to cause such a car accident to kill Charlie, which could only mean that Charlie was really a big shot.

The highway police station discovered that the car that went to pick up Charlie had not returned for a long time, and immediately arranged for police cars to look for it. About forty minutes after Charlie's death, the police found them.

Then they were all sent to a nearby clinic. Fortunately, everyone only suffered some superficial injuries and their lives were not in danger.

As for Charlie, his body was already cold.

The bullets pierced his lungs, and the forensic doctor was a little unsure in the autopsy report whether to write that he was choked to death by his own blood, or that he died from excessive blood loss. In short, he was dead…

It was past five o'clock, and it was starting to get dark. Daylight saving time would make it darker later. Several buses could be seen heading towards the Bay Area from the city center.

Some young people who knew some inside information were envious, jealous, and hateful, their eyes a little red. They recognized these buses.

They belonged to different model agencies. To put it nicely, the main job of these companies was to package those young and beautiful girls so that they could have better development in the fashion industry.

To put it bluntly, they were the largest escort companies in Goldport City. Those so-called models were just toys in the eyes of the Bay Area's wealthy and powerful.

With so many cars, there must be a grand party in the Bay Area tonight!

Unfortunately, this kind of party has nothing to do with ordinary people in this lifetime. They don't even have the qualifications to take a look, they can only imagine the happiness of those powerful and wealthy people.

Charlie is dead.

This was originally bad news, but for the people in the Bay Area, it became good news again.

Because they had all heard from various sources, or knew themselves, that Charlie's arrest was only a matter of time.

The State Attorney General directly issued the order that as long as Charlie was not dead, he would definitely be arrested.

Once he was arrested, no one could be sure whether he would reveal some disturbing information, so a dead Charlie was always more reassuring than a living one.

Now that the biggest crisis has been resolved, the powerful people in the Bay Area will naturally hold a party to celebrate, just like countless times in the past.

Hold a party to solve a problem.

Chief Blue quickly learned the news, and the news came back a little later than from the Bay Area.

Because they still had to search and rescue, and investigate clearly, but the result was the same, Charlie was dead.

Died in the process of being escorted.

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In addition to this news, there was another piece of news, a piece of news that surprised him a little.

He received a transfer application, the head of the homicide office of the Highway Police Department, the deputy police chief, requested a transfer to the Goldport City Police Department.

If you say that the interstate highway police are not important, they畢竟maintain the highway order of the entire state, and also manage the criminal behavior that occurs on the highway.

Even the head of an office is a deputy police chief, which shows that their "status" is very high.

But if you say how important they are, how high their status is, it is not necessarily so, because if they want to come to the city, they still need to be received here.

In principle, this matter is unlikely to be approved, otherwise it will not be long before many people will submit reports.

Compared to patrolling on the highway, driving all day long, they are still willing to patrol in the city.

Find an alley to drill into, and then have a donut and coffee with milk on hand, and then a newspaper or magazine, and you can spend the whole day.

This is the ideal life for police officers.

In the transfer application, he also talked about the reason for this application, he wanted to uphold justice…

Looking at the application, Chief Blue suddenly felt a little funny.

Justice, can anyone uphold it?

But I don't know why he should have thrown this application directly into the trash, but for some reason, he didn't do that.

He lit a cigarette, looked at it twice, and then put it there.

"Lance, it's me…"

"There's bad news, Charlie was silenced. The news from the highway police is that two trucks crashed them off the highway, and then someone shot Charlie at close range."

"… Yeah, that's about it. I've already had someone bring his body back."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on them to find it. He'll definitely leave some evidence."

"Also, there's something I'm not sure about. There's a…"

He looked down at the application materials on the table, "Someone from the Highway Police Department wants to transfer here. He said in his reason that he wants to catch the murderer who killed Charlie."

"…Yes, he is one of the police officers who escorted Charlie back and was in the car accident. I want to ask for your opinion."

"Okay, I see, okay, I understand."

Chief Blue put down the microphone in his hand, and only the last puff of the cigarette remained.

He opened the application, hesitated for a moment on the last page, signed his name, and then threw the document into the "to-do" file basket.

Someone will take these files away when they get off work in the evening, and then they will be processed tomorrow.

He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. The shock Charlie's death brought him far exceeded the calmness he showed.

A man who had ruled the Goldport City police force for forty years died just like that.

If he hadn't taken these things to heart when he was just a small character before, the Bay Area, the struggle, these.

Perhaps he could have accepted this outcome better if it were another time.

But now that he was in this position, he had far more to consider than before.

Some say a person can't grow up overnight unless they have to shoulder burdens that don't belong to them!

He needed to find something for those old geezers in the Bay Area to do. He wasn't sure if an ordinary police officer could stir up any waves, but he would let this person try.

He would let those high and mighty old geezers feel the shock from the bottom of society!