socalfunplaces Chapter 12 High-Level Gathering: Who's Setting a Trap for Whom?
Chapter 12 High-Level Gathering: Who's Setting a Trap for Whom?
Shen Lang threw the cigarette butt on the ground, straightened his clothes, and swayed as he walked towards the police station.
He pounded on the large iron gate: "Old Zhang, open the gate!"
Creak~
Soon, a skinny old man poked his head out of the guardhouse, quickly opened the gate to let people in, and then hurriedly locked it again.
He kept urging, "Hurry up~ hurry up, the reporters will be coming in soon!"
Shen Lang quickly stepped through the door and asked curiously, "Locking the door shut out reporters isn't a good solution, is it? Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?"
Old Zhang curled his lip and said disdainfully, "Nobody wants to get involved in something like this, they'd rather avoid it than get involved."
The victim is now sitting at the entrance of the police station, sobbing uncontrollably, surrounded by onlookers.
Even the reporters who received the news came, four or five of them.
If it weren't for the large iron gate, these people would have rushed in.
Normally, if anyone dared to storm the police station, they would be violently arrested and thrown into a detention room for ten days or half a month before being questioned!
However, with reporters present, the police did not dare to use excessive force.
Otherwise, if a reporter takes a picture and it's published in the newspaper, the entire McDonnell Police Station, from top to bottom, will probably be in trouble!
So now, you can't hit or scold the people at the door, and you can't coax them away either, so naturally no one wants to do this thankless task.
Anyone who steps forward now may be made a scapegoat for incompetence in the future.
Shen Lang's lips curled up, a mocking sneer flashing in his eyes.
He arrived too late. If he had known earlier that there was such a commotion at the police station, he would have called reporters from both the Chinese-controlled area and the public concession.
Wasn't he going to fire himself?
Seeing the police station get its comeuppance now fills me with immense satisfaction.
"Today is a good day..."
Shen Lang hummed a little tune and swayed as he walked toward the building.
As soon as I stepped over the stairs into the spacious lobby on the first floor, I immediately noticed something was wrong.
The once bustling lobby was now eerily quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
My gaze shifted, and I could see that there were at least thirty people in the hall.
But all the police officers present hung their heads, each one silent as if trembling with fear, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost palpable.
Everyone was secretly glancing at the group of people in the center of the hall out of the corner of their eyes.
The leader was a slightly overweight man in his fifties, his face flushed and his eyes filled with rage.
According to the memories of the previous incarnation, this person was named Zhang Defa, and was the chief inspector of the Mai Lan Police Station.
Eight people stood before him, each with their heads bowed, looking utterly apprehensive.
Five of them, dressed in police uniforms, were the patrol chiefs of the five patrol teams, while the other three, dressed in civilian clothes, were the detectives of the various investigation groups.
These eight men were all pillars of the McLaren Police Station.
Even when dealing with wealthy merchants, one still needs to flatter and fawn over the distinguished guests.
But now he stands there obediently like a primary school student, not daring to breathe.
Shen Lang knew at a glance that the Chief Inspector was furious because of the incident of blocking the door to complain.
While seemingly angry and scolding, he was also shifting blame and shirking responsibility, attributing everything to his subordinates.
As for which unlucky person will ultimately be chosen to take the fall, that depends on their background.
Shen Lang was in high spirits upon seeing the infighting among the police chiefs.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and said with a meaningful smile, "What are you all doing hiding here? Why don't you go outside and watch the excitement?"
A blatant slap in the face.
The big iron gate was locked, and there wasn't a single policeman outside. Isn't it because nobody wants to get involved?
Now that it's been brought up to my face, I feel incredibly embarrassed.
A gaunt, middle-aged man with a mustache sneered, "Shen Lang, as a police officer, you turned a blind eye to this disturbance. I order you to go and drive them away immediately!"
The speaker was He Wenbing, the patrol leader of the third team, and the two had some private grudges.
Two years ago, the two got into a fight at the Sasa Ballroom over a new dancer, and even broke each other's heads.
Later, Old Man Shen asked a middleman and paid a sum of money to settle the matter.
Now that they've got the chance, they'll naturally push their enemy out to cause trouble.
The others' eyes lit up, and their faces showed anticipation.
They didn't have a good impression of this notorious guy, so dragging him out to take the blame was perfect for them.
If the French investigate later, they can use her as a scapegoat.
Zhang Defa nodded slightly and said imperiously, "You, go out and chase them all away!"
The chief inspector was very imposing, and his commanding tone left no room for argument.
If it were someone else, they might be instantly terrified and at a loss, or they might grit their teeth and carry out the order.
However, Shen Lang ignored him completely, leisurely exhaling a puff of smoke, glancing at him sideways with undisguised contempt on his face.
He deliberately pretended not to care.
He sneered, "I'll be fired after this month's work, why should I take the blame for you?"
Forehead…….
In an instant, Zhang Defa and the others stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.
Perhaps other police officers would be afraid of their superiors, but would someone who is about to be forcibly dismissed in two days care about their superiors' orders?
They're too busy watching the show to be foolish enough to jump out and take the blame for a group of people who want to fire them.
For a moment, the chief inspector and several inspectors were dumbfounded. Their eyes swept over the surrounding police officers, and they all lowered their heads in fear, becoming invisible.
When it comes to extortion and blackmail, they are experts.
But when it comes to solving cases, he only has a superficial understanding...
If the case remains unsolved, the French director might have no choice but to take his clothes off and leave.
The large hall became even quieter. The group looked at each other and silently kept quiet, none of them willing to be the first to speak out.
Zhang Defa frowned, his eyes filled with disappointment.
They all boast about how amazing they are at solving cases, acting like super detectives.
But when it really comes down to needing people, there isn't a single person who can handle things.
His eyes darted around, and he quickly weighed the options in his mind.
This swindler has committed a series of crimes with extremely negative consequences. Just two days ago, the chief inspector even summoned him and gave him a severe dressing down.
Even reporters have come this time. If he can't solve the case or find someone to take the blame, his career is over.
Looking at the young police officer not far away, he said in a deep voice, "If you can handle this matter, your dismissal will be rescinded, and you'll be given priority consideration when you're promoted to deputy inspector in the future!"
Zzzzz!
A glint of light flashed in Shen Lang's eyes. He had been waiting for these words, which were also his chance to stay in the police station and keep his job.
However, he feigned a troubled expression and said, "I'm not well-educated, and there are so many people watching. You can't go back on your word."
Zhang Defa glanced at the more than thirty people gathered in the hall and solemnly said, "As the Chief Inspector, I guarantee that I will never go back on my word!"
Shen Lang had been waiting for this promise, and grinned, "Deal!"