Chapter 95 Chief of Police

Hearing this, it was really speechless, and before he could finish speaking, he was forcibly stuffed again, and the party for the people quickly blocked this employee who was constantly boasting about how good his niece was.

Knowing the formalities, I then made a phone call to the police chief who had bribed me, and it was estimated that the fat man should have no problem handling this matter. Sure enough, on the phone, the police chief agreed quickly, is it a trivial matter.

Putting down the phone, Dang Weimin felt that it was best to take a trip the next day by himself with the credit of the Indians, otherwise it would be troublesome for the fat man to drag on for a few days and a half months according to the custom. Now that the head of the Bangalore underworld, Tuwang, has finally fallen under the fist of justice, or died in the mouth of a tiger, the entire city's underworld feels agitated.

Although the Indians are submissive, except for 3 percent of the "elite", the other 70 percent can be regarded as a two-legged sheep. But the triad is still extremely rampant, colluding with officials, bribing the police, and engaging in illegal activities on a large scale, making the city a miasma. According to local employees, Bangalore is a relatively clean city, and other cities are even worse.

"Tunar Pradesh, in particular, is a complete bandit den, and the Maoists are making waves there, which is terrible." A local employee told him with extreme anger, "Corrupt officials plus incompetent police and the underworld that infiltrate a qiē industry are the cities of India." ”

However, the party prefers this kind of country for the people, and if it is a country with a high degree of legalization, it is really not easy to do some things. He came together the next day and took a tricycle straight to the police station.

After the battle of the Tuwang and Lahore, he realized that for this populous country, a few dead people were nothing. Not to mention that after cremating a few people in Lahore, the people of the city quickly forgot about them as if they had never been seen in Bangalore.

When they arrived at the entrance of the police station, Dang Weimin found that the security measures were much stricter, and a large number of Indian military and police were standing lazily nearby. Some were armed with rattan shields and short sticks, while others were armed with old-fashioned rifles that looked similar in appearance to those of the First World War.

After giving the police at the gate a few dollar bills, he swaggered all the way into the building, taking a police officer to lead the way. The officer, who received a $20 bribe, smiled brightly, and was so attentive that he didn't look like a cop but like a hotel runner. All the way to the police chief's office, the party knocked on the door for the people and pushed the door directly in.

"Ahh But you see, those untouchables are a bunch of bad people and hooligans, and they go around ...... Well, okay, okay, no problem. The fat director sat behind the desk with a sad face, listening to the conversation as if he was talking to his superiors, and when he saw the party for the people coming in, he nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

"There is no problem, I have arranged for the police to provide protection. No problem, I'll say hi to the little hooligans in the market. The fat director nodded again and again, and finally hung up the phone respectfully.

The fat director sighed again and again, shaking his head, with a helpless face. He walked under the ceiling fan, turned the wind speed to the highest setting, sat back in his place and asked, "Are you because of that adoption?" Or is it worth a visit on your own? ”

"Isn't that clear? So I want to ask the Director, I hope you can help me with this matter. Dang Weimin replied, then took out an envelope directly from his bag, which contained $1,000, and handed it over.

The fat director naturally took the envelope, took out the money and counted it one by one, this is the Indian characteristic, the officials took bribes above board, and there was no guilt at all. He stuffed the envelope into his drawer, picked up the phone and said a few words into the phone, and said to the party and the people: "Did you bring a photo or something?" ”

"Bring it, there are all kinds of styles." Dang Weimin replied that he had prepared these things before he came, "By the way, I saw that there are so many policemen arranged at your door, what happened?" ”

The fat sheriff pressed the electric bell on the table, asked the servant to bring two black teas, handed them to the party for the people, and replied after drinking a cup of tea: "You may have heard that the king of Antena was accidentally bitten to death by the tiger he raised, and in the end only found a head, a hand and ribs, and so on, and now they are investigating the matter." ”,

"Really? I really don't know, the earth king is too unlucky. ”

"Yes, the misfortune of the earth king is over, my misfortune has just begun, let me write an investigation report based on the current situation. My commander was very dissatisfied with me, and claimed that he was ready to replace me without a clear investigation within half a month. The fat director replied helplessly.

Dang Weimin understood what he meant as soon as he heard it, and the fat director was saying that he had always taken care of himself in the past, and if he didn't help him in this joint, don't blame him if something happens in the future. After a moment's thought, he took out the checkbook from his handbag, wrote a check and handed it to the director.

"I think your boss must be a reasonable person who will take the situation into account." The party just wrote a check for $5,000 to this embezzler, with the aim of spending money to buy peace.

The sorrow on the fat director's face disappeared, and he replied with a smile: "Thank you so much my friend, you will get my most sincere friendship." While talking, a policeman walked in with a large paper bag.

It turns out that this is a full set of procedures to explain, you must know that in 2009, there is no ID card in India! The identity information of the nationals is as rough as it is, and it is estimated that thousands of people have died, and the Indian government cannot figure out who it is.

The policeman took the photo or something handed over, and began to fill in the relevant information with great skill, and it is estimated that he is also a veteran in doing this. The fat director saw the surprise in the eyes of the party for the people, and replied: "You must know that there are many people in the Middle East who like to adopt children very much, and those poor orphans can live happily ever after." However, in some parts of our country's laws are quite lax, so in order to help those poor children, sometimes we can only do some trouble-saving methods. ”

As he spoke, the policeman asked, "Sir, what's her name?" ”

"Nika. Du Kexin? I guess it's that surname. "The party can't spell that surname for the people, but just says it by feeling.

The fat director interjected, "Mr. Tang, did you choose a name that suits your country?" ”

The party for the people understood what he meant, according to Indian law, the procedures for adopting an Indian child are complicated and trivial, and it is very difficult to achieve. The purpose of enacting such a complex law is also well-intentioned, to prevent children from being trafficked. However, there is a way to bypass it directly by the administrative authorities at all levels in India, that is, to turn the child to be adopted directly into your "biological" child.

He pondered for a moment, his stand-in is called Tang Menglong, what is his daughter's name? After hesitating for a while, he replied, "It's called Yuxia, Tang Yuxia." ”

After sorting it out, the police handed over some materials, and he signed them. Since then, the girl named Nika has become his daughter, and according to official information in India, she is "biological".

When the phone rang, the sheriff stopped chatting with the party for the people, took the phone, and after answering the phone, his originally sunny face became gloomy again. He said to the party and the people with an apologetic face:

"I'm very sorry, I wanted to invite you to our house for a banquet in the evening, but something has gone wrong in our city again."

Looking at the party's inquiring gaze, the fat director hung his head dejectedly, "A very famous underworld leader in our city, I guess you have also heard of Mu Yida, who has just been killed." ”

It turned out that Mu Yida became extremely excited after the death of the Earth King, and was preparing to gather forces to grab the territory. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of his mistress's house in the morning, before he got into the car, he was shot by two gunmen on a motorcycle, and he was killed on the spot with more than ten bullets. Several of his men also died, and then the gangster power that had been established collapsed all at once.

The Duvaz gang is okay, the action is quite fast, the discussion was just over the day before yesterday, and they started this morning. Dang Weimin really felt that this guy was a bit of a Taoist, much better than that fool in Lahore.