The big shots didn't want to get involved personally.
There was no doubt about this. What did the people who arrested Henghui do?
The local Bureau of Investigation, the tax bureau, the police station, and the security committee all took action together. They didn't give the senior management of Henghui any chance at all and threw them all into a secret prison.
Then, the progress of the case was announced to the public. In the end, those people all admitted their mistakes in front of the judge.
It was worth noting that the trial was not open to the public. In other words, no one knew if the people standing in the dock that day were the senior management of Henghui Corporation or if it was just a "performance."
When Christopher fell, the local Bureau of Investigation, the tax bureau, and the police station all took action together and didn't give them any chance at all.
But now, only the state tax bureau was handling this case. The police chief didn't know who was behind this, but this matter definitely wouldn't have the result they wanted.
If an agent of the state tax bureau, or simply a state tax bureau, could pull down a big company, the Federation would have achieved equality a long time ago.
"Who called?"
Vern sat on the sofa and chatted with a young and beautiful girl. A few years ago, they were still trembling under the shadow of the masthead. Now, they were wearing formal clothes and going to high-end places to enjoy all kinds of happiness.
All of this was because they followed the right person.
The more bitter a person was, the more they understood the preciousness of sweetness and the more unwilling they were to return to the bitter days.
This was different from those children who were born with a golden spoon. They were born in a honey pot and had never tasted bitterness. Sometimes, they naively thought that bitterness was the true meaning of life and yearned for it.
Of course, they did have the capital to be willful, but not every time they regretted being willful, they would get what they wanted.
The Green brothers never thought of setting up their own company or anything. They weren't cut out for that. Their friendship with the big shots in the city was built on the bond of "Mr. Lynch."
Without Lynch, no one would see them. At the same time, their money, status, and all kinds of things came from Lynch. They didn't have the foundation to have ambitions at all.
A life without burdens was very happy.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Noel wrapped the stack of money in a rubber band and threw it on the table. It was almost the end of the month, and it was time to split the money.
Everyone else in the room was staring at the stacks of bills on the table. No one knew which one was theirs, but they all wanted to get the biggest share.
"It's the police chief …" He raised his hand to remove the cigarette from the corner of his mouth. He squinted slightly and spat out a mouthful of smoke, not wanting to be contaminated by the smoke. "He said that someone is investigating us. I have to talk to Mr. Lynch."
He pointed to the door, and the other people in the room stood up and left. Whether they wanted to or not, they had to obey because this was the privilege of the Green brothers.
They dared to kill, and dared to arrange for others to kill. Whether it was the children in the past, or the children and adults who came later, they all had a kind of fear towards these two teenagers.
These days, there were many people who were vicious with their words, but very few actually dared to do it. After all, the Federation was a country ruled by law — this was not a joke!
Only Noel and Fern were left in the room. Even Fern's female companion had been chased out by him.
Noel tidied his clothes, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.
Everyone said that he was vicious, and there was fear in their eyes when they looked at him. However, when he had to face Lynch, he was also afraid.
He did not know why, but he was afraid. Whether Lynch was angry or smiling, he would always make the two brothers afraid. Perhaps they could smell a more tragic aura from Lynch.
The phone rang a few times before it was picked up. Lynch's gentle voice came from the other end. "I'm Lynch …"
Noel was sitting on the chair, but when he heard his voice, he felt inexplicably nervous. He stood up and walked to the window with his hand on his forehead. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Lynch, I'm Noel. The police chief of Saibin City just called me and said that someone is investigating us."
"Investigating you? What's there to investigate?"
Lynch was a little surprised at first, but he quickly reacted. "Is it someone from the state tax bureau?"
"I'm not sure."
Noel told the truth. He did not dare to lie.
Lynch's voice did not change much, but Noel felt that the last half of his sentence was laced with anger. Could it be a natural instinct?
Lynch laughed a few times. Coming to his territory to investigate him openly was no longer a humiliation. It was a matter of survival.
If anyone could investigate him for no reason and try to get some explosive news from him, Saibin City would be in chaos in the future.
If he did not deal with it, people would think that he was afraid. They would think that he was not as tough as they thought. Even if he was harmed, he would not dare to say anything.
Just look at what the capitalists in the Federation usually did. If an ordinary person took a cent more from them, they would spend tens of thousands of dollars to sue the person until he or she went bankrupt.
When it came to the government of the Federation, they would go crazy. They would incite public opinion and directly bribe the higher-ups to get rid of those people. They would even support their political opponents without any limits.
After half a minute of silence, Lynch made a decision. "I heard that there have been a lot of traffic accidents in Saibin City recently. Fortunately, no one died. You have to be careful when you travel in the future."
Noel nodded vigorously. "I know what to do, Mr. Lynch. Also, the chief of police sends his regards."
"I know …"
After hanging up the phone, Noel looked at Vern. The moment their eyes met, they knew what the other was thinking. They were brothers.
Vern strode to the door, took his coat from the hanger, put it on, and left the office.
At the same time, the green-faced man who had just left the police station was irritated on the street.
He was not used to the lack of cooperation from the local law enforcement. He underestimated Lynch's position in the hearts of the local government and overestimated the reputation of the state tax bureau.
He had already asked the assistant director of the state tax bureau to contact the Federation Bureau of Investigation to issue a notice of assistance and put a bounty on the head of the wanted criminal in the state.
There was not much hope of finding the head of the wanted criminal. Perhaps the b * stard had already escaped to another state. Or, as Michael guessed, he had already been killed by Lynch.
This was just a trial. The real solution lay with the paperboys.
He looked at the file in his hand and picked out a child. It was a girl.
The girl had biological parents and two older brothers. They had been sent to different places by the couple to do child labor. With such a stable family background and a girl, it should be easy to get her to talk.
He quickly made a decision and sat in the car. The car started slowly. He skillfully observed the surroundings through the rearview mirror. Just as he passed the second intersection, a car that ran the red light suddenly hit his car.
The huge impact made his mind go blank. He was knocked from the driver's seat to the passenger's seat.
Fortunately, the other party braked in time. Otherwise, it was hard to imagine what kind of tragic ending it would have been.
Just as he checked his body to make sure that he was not bleeding, someone suddenly leaned close to the passenger's window and whispered to him, "We will brake this time, but not next time."
"This is not your territory. You'd better go back to where you came from. You are not welcome here …"
When he turned around to look at the person who spoke, the guy had already turned his back on him and left quickly.
The green-faced guy wanted to chase after him, but the moment the car door opened, he fell to the ground. The violent impact made him lose his balance temporarily. He struggled twice but could not get up. In the end, he could only give up.
Not long after, police cars and ambulances appeared. He grabbed the hand of a policeman and pointed at the driver in the other car who was bleeding. "He did it on purpose. He did it on purpose!"
"This is murder!"
He was really scared. At that moment, he felt like he was about to die. It was a feeling that could not be accurately described. Perhaps it was an instinctive feeling when facing death. He could feel that his life was coming to an end.
He never thought that he would die in such a rural place. He was still young and had a bright future ahead of him. How could he die here?
However, when the person who passed the news appeared, his fear increased.
Natural accidents could not happen every day, but murder could happen every day.
At that moment, he grabbed the policeman's hand and pointed at the driver who was most likely in cahoots with those people. He kept shouting.
The policeman then dragged the driver out of the car and threw him on a stretcher. The policeman shook his head and said to the green-faced guy, "He didn't want to kill you. He just drank too much …"
In the Federation, there were no laws on driving after drinking. This was because in this period of time, every industry and every class of society was drinking.
Especially those in the middle and upper classes of society, if they were not drinking, they were on their way to drinking.
If there were such laws, these people would have to pay a cent more to hire a full-time driver. This was an additional expense. The purpose of their power was not to create trouble for themselves.
There might be laws in the future, but there was no such law now.
He watched in disbelief as the policeman let the "murderer" leave. What was even more ridiculous was that the policeman even found him. "From your accent, you are not a local. Please show me your driver's license …"
At that moment, the green-faced guy felt a bone-chilling coldness. He vaguely knew that all of this was related to his investigation of Lynch.