"Boss, someone reported that he witnessed a murder on the street, what now?"

As soon as he returned to the police station, Plando had one foot outside the door when a young officer approached, stood beside him, and pointed to an old woman sitting on a bench beside him. Plando rolled his eyes, he hiccuped, and spat out a puff of wine, "What should I do?" Of course, I will file a case for investigation, and then find out the murderer, do you want me to take you to do it before you know what to do?"

Just as he was about to go inside, about to go back to the lounge in the middle of the office to lie down for a while, the young police officer took a step and stopped him again. It took only half a second for his face to go from impatience to a little anger. There was a hint of annoyance in his eyes, and his tone was very unfriendly, "I said damn it, what else is going on? Is it whose cow is lost? Or is the sewer blocked?"

With an embarrassed smile on his face, the young officer whispered, "It's Wood's henchman who died, Mr. Jim." ”

The slightly smoky alcohol dissipated from Plando's body in an instant, he shivered, grabbed the young police officer by the collar, and lifted him in front of him, almost face to face, "You mean Wood, woodcutter wood, it was his dogleg Jim?", seeing the young police nod, Plando pushed him away and strode towards his office, "Make things clear to me, I remember you mean murder on the street? Then there must be more than one witness, figure things out for me, you come with me first." ”

As he was about to enter the office, he knocked on the desk that was clinging to it, and a good-looking woman in her thirties looked up at him, "Let Xiun get out of here, immediately!", and with that, Plando plunged into the office, followed by the little police officer.

Sitting in the comfortable boss's chair, Plando tore the neckline that fit his neck very well, and he pointed to the glass on the side of the bar, "Get me some damn ice water, God, you learned how to stand in the police academy, didn't you? Stare at you, there are so many things to do in this world!"

The young police officer walked over to the bar with his head bowed and got a glass of ice water for Mr. Plando, which was simply cold water with ice cubes. It is said that small freezers for domestic use have already begun to be sold in the capital, but that is still too far away for Turnier. All the ice cubes in the city come from the Turnair Ice Factory, and there are three grades of ice cubes, which are 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 the prices are of course different, but Mr. Plando is certainly the best.

He took the cup that was already exuding cool air and poured a big sip, and the whole person felt a burst of comfort. Fat people are not good at this, 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 officer, and picked his finger, "Don't you think you should say something now?"

The policeman was agitated and immediately said, "Except for the old woman outside who needs to rest for a while because she is too frightened, more than twenty people have come to report the crime, and they all say that they witnessed a murder with their own eyes. There is currently only one deceased who can be identified, and that is Jim. He was murdered by a young man who had a hook through his jaw and then stabbed him several times in the neck and chest, killing him instantly. ”

"In addition, there is a murder case, the deceased is unrecognizable, we have not been able to know the identity of the deceased yet, but according to eyewitnesses, the deceased was previously gathered with a group of homeless people, and it may also be a gang member......"

It took a long time for Plando to raise his head and look at the little policeman, "What did you just say?" The little policeman's body stiffened slightly, and when he was about to say something, Plando waved his hand and didn't let him continue, "Forget it, I know, you did a good job, continue to investigate these things, now!"

After the little police officer turned to leave, Plando sighed, he really didn't notice what the little police officer was talking about just now, and when he knew that the dead man was Jim, he immediately thought of the war between the gangs. Recently, he also learned that someone had violated the rules of the Big Three in the moonshine industry in Turnaire City by privately selling high-end moonshine to bars without their consent.

From the first day he knew about this, he had a vague premonition that if that idiot continued to act according to the rules, it was likely to attract the joint suppression of the three giants. Sure enough, within a few days, there were three fewer people sent by Wood to inquire about the news, and it must have been the hands of those stunned youths. In fact, at that time, Plando felt that there was still room for things to turn around.

As long as those people come up with a sum of money, apologize, and follow the rules, there may not be any greater conflict.

It's only been a few days?

Jim is dead!

Doesn't this mean that these two groups are going to war?

As the police chief of Turnell City, what Plando hates and fears most is the war between the gangs. The wars of the small gangs are slightly better, often ending quickly due to the limitations of numbers and size, and the wars between the tycoons are the most fatal. They will mobilize more people, on a larger scale, to blatantly vendetta against each other, and even large-scale fighting!

This kind of thing has not happened in Turner City, and every time a large-scale war breaks out, it means that he, the chief of police, will be in big trouble. From society, from above, and from those taxpayers.

The matter is too big, and the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau will definitely inquire into the matter, and if it is not good, he may have to move his ass and go to the poor mountains and bad waters of the more remote courtyard to guard the fishpond.

This is indeed a big trouble!

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a guy who didn't even wear a police uniform walked in, and he was Xiuen. He is not a police officer, he is subordinate to the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau, and its full name is the Imperial Police Defense Investigation Bureau. If the local police department is responsible for the security of a region, then the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau is responsible for the security of all places in the entire empire, as well as major criminal cases. They have more power than the local police and have a subset of agents stationed in each city.

Seun is an agent of the Investigation Bureau in Turnaire City.

This guy is said to have been kicked by the top to Turnier to retire because he did something wrong, he is not very old, he is a bit cynical, and he didn't bother Pantsor much after coming to Turnelle City. In Plando's eyes, this guy was much more like a gangster, much more like an investigation agent, and he spent his days either hanging out on the side of the road with people who were clearly not righteous people, or hanging out in various bars every day.

Sheen had been in Turner for less than two years, but when it came to the local gangs, he knew more about them than the chief of Plando.

"What's wrong?", Seun rubbed his eyes, he had been crazy all night with a hot girl last night, and if it hadn't been for Plando's secretary who went to call him, he might still be sleeping. By the way, Seon's office is on the second floor of the police station, and the southernmost one is.

He walked over to the bar and took out a glass, put a few ice cubes, then pulled a thirty-five bottle of wine from the shelf and poured himself a glass.

Looking at him as if he were at home, Plando's eyes widened, "Didn't I say you heard anything? Jim is dead!"

Xiuen took a sip and nodded with satisfaction, "It tastes good, where did you buy it?"

Plando slapped the table and flew into a rage, "Can't you understand people?"

Seun was stunned, "Are you communicating with me in a non-human language?", he laughed while Plando didn't fully erupt, walked over to Plando, and pressed him against his chair by the shoulder, "I know, I know, Jim is right? Dead, it's normal, everyone is going to die, not even God is dead?"

Plando, who was originally angry, suddenly felt that there was nothing to be angry about, you deserved to be demoted to Turnier, with your temperament, going to the countryside is not a loss to you!