Empire of Shadows

Chapter 284: Steak and Donuts [666+19]

In nature, the lion possesses the right to distribute food.

The wolf king also possesses the right to distribute food.

Animals that occupy a position of absolute dominance actually have the right to allocate and dispose of resources.

So do humans.

In ordinary families, the one who controls the distribution of resources is always the labor force of the household, the male or female head of the household who can earn money, not the children who have no income.

Many families are like this: the whole family sits at the dining table, and then the father gets the best food first, and then he, or the mother delegated by him, distributes the food to the other members of the family.

Children and the elderly.

This is a declaration of ruling power, although they may not realize it themselves, because instinctive things are not so easy to perceive, and they are not good at thinking.

What John is doing now is actually the same thing; he is declaring the fact that he is "the ruler with the power to distribute food!"

While saying polite words, Blue Branch Chief used a knife and fork to cut the steak and put it into his mouth.

Watching Blue Branch Chief eat a piece of beef, John continued to use his knife and fork, "What did you want to tell me on the phone?"

Blue Branch Chief swallowed the food in his mouth, "First, I hope the financial power of the branch remains in my hands. This has always been the practice…"

The branch's annual funding is actually quite a lot. The city hall allocates this part of the funds to the city police department, and then the city police department allocates the money to the branch.

However, in this final process, there are two situations.

The first situation is that the branch provides the headquarters with the required expenses, and then the headquarters directly sends the funds to the specific people, and the branch chief has no power to handle them.

There is also a situation where they directly allocate the money to the branch chief, and then the branch chief handles it.

There is no doubt that the first approach weakens the power of the branch chief. Financial power is the core foundation of administrative power. Without financial power, there is no administrative power. The police officers will only listen to the headquarters, not to him, the branch chief.

After all, he cannot decide who can get the money, who cannot get the money, and provide corresponding benefits.

Now, Goldenport City is implementing the second method, fully delegating financial power to the branch chiefs. This is one of the reasons why the branch can control the branch.

John frowned after hearing this. Recovering financial power is the core of his firm control over the entire Goldenport City police system. He cannot agree to Blue Branch Chief.

But now, he needs him very much, so he has to change his statement, "This decision was not made by me, but by the mayor."

"When Charlie managed the police system before, he set a bad example, making the branches very scattered, so the mayor plans to change this situation."

"Although the financial power will be recovered, Blue, we will not deal with the money you privately obtained. You can allocate that part of the money yourself."

Blue Branch Chief looked down at his watch, and then said, "Is there no way at all?"

John shook his head, "No, this is absolutely impossible to change."

This made Blue Branch Chief a little disappointed, "There is also the personnel power…"

A somewhat mocking smile appeared on John's face, but it quickly disappeared, "Of course you have personnel power, but in order to facilitate management, we will also make certain adjustments to the personnel arrangements of each branch from time to time."

"For example, adjusting you to the Starlight District or the Bay Area is actually a good thing, right?"

"I know you all want to go to better branches, the Starlight Branch, the Bay Area Branch, the city center. Those places can allow you to earn more money instead of staying in the same poor place all the time."

"You still have personnel control over the branch. The only thing we are transferring is you branch chiefs."

These are actually just word games. Once Blue Branch Chief is transferred away, no matter where he is transferred to, he will completely lose control over his subordinates.

He will become a puppet at the mercy of others. The police officers below will架空him, and those old subordinates will be排挤by the new chief. Of course, he knows these people's tricks, but he can't say anything.

John stared at Blue Branch Chief, who showed some disappointment on his face. He sat there in a daze for a while, looked at his watch again, and then stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom…"

John did not stop him, "Please."

He watched Blue Branch Chief walk into the bathroom next to the restaurant, a mocking look on his face. Now he needs someone to fall first.

After the other branch chiefs come over, the first thing he will do is replace all these people who are not pleasing to the eye!

What are you doing, negotiating terms with me?

John got another piece of beef rib. Although he looked down on Blue Branch Chief, he had to say that he was a bit capable in choosing restaurants.

The beef rib was soft, rotten, and boneless, very delicious.

Just as he was enjoying the meat on the beef rib, someone suddenly walked up to him, "Someone asked me to tell you something, sir."

John's gaze lingered on this half-grown child, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and was dressed very plainly, before he said, "What do you want to tell me?"

The boy had a shy smile on his face, "Mr. Lance said that the three thousand dollars doesn't need to be returned."

In that instant, all of John's hairs stood on end. He suddenly turned his head to look out of the window behind him. Several gunmen had already raised their guns and aimed at him.

He had never realized that his body was so agile. When his whole body was full of strength, the gunshots rang out…

The sound of a submachine gun. He could tell this without even turning his head.

The boy had already retreated a few steps away the moment he turned his head, watching him calmly.

There was a fierce look in his eyes. If he had a chance, he would not hesitate to kill this half-grown boy.

The glass in the window was shattered, glass fragments splashed everywhere, and the bullets penetrated the glass and hit him, pushing him off balance and falling to the ground.

He couldn't even feel the pain, and he still wanted to draw his gun and fight back!

But at this time, he remembered that because he was wearing plain clothes, the gun was in the holster, and the holster was left in the car.

He didn't know how many shots he had been hit by, but he knew that he was dead!

Death used to be a very distant thing for him, but inexplicably, it suddenly descended.

He lay painfully on the floor of the restaurant, not only with gunshot wounds on his body, but also with some wounds left by glass on his face and head, slowly bleeding.

His body was constantly twitching, as if telling him to cheer up!

But he really couldn't cheer up!

His internal organs and organs were all shattered, and he couldn't even move!

Blue Branch Chief, who came out of the bathroom, shook his head slightly as he looked at John, who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood.

He didn't say a word, stepped over his head, and left.

John opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushing out, choking back the "F*ck" he wanted to say. His head tilted, and he lost his breath.

On the other side, in the Port District Branch, John's old partner seemed to have entered another realm since he was promoted to Branch Chief.

He was a little fatter, and everyone knew that their new branch chief's favorite food was donuts.

He brought two bags of donuts to the office almost every day to eat, and sometimes he would ask people to help him buy them. Some people privately called him "Donut Chief."

At this time, the Donut Chief was standing by the window. There was not much time left until lunch. He was thinking about what to eat for lunch when he suddenly noticed a freshly made donut stand on the sidewalk outside the police station gate.

He had a deep obsession with donuts. In fact, many federal people are like this. As long as they see donuts, the taste and texture of donuts can appear in their mouths.

The slightly焦沙taste, the aroma emitted by the fermented dough that has been fried until brown, then the syrup, jam, or other sweet things, and the grainy texture of granulated sugar…

Taking a bite, the taste of grease and carbohydrates mixed with high sugar together makes people feel like they are in heaven!

The thought of this made his saliva secrete rapidly!

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned and walked out of the office. He had to get some freshly made donuts!

The police officers greeted him along the way, and he tried his best to maintain his affinity.

He strode out of the police station, came to the side of the road, and pointed to the donuts displayed, "I want this, this, and these few…" He was choosing different flavors.

Freshly made donuts are more delicious, and he also has some research on how to make donuts!

He also pointed out the unprofessional methods of the stall owner when making donuts. If he were not the chief now, he would have loved to do it himself!

Just as he was waiting for the delicious food to arrive, the sound of sudden braking behind him made him couldn't help but turn his head.

A car stopped behind him, and two gunmen sat in the car and pointed their guns at him.

He suddenly shrank his neck and wanted to escape, but the dense gunshots rang out!

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and the car disappeared into the end of the road with an acceleration.

He lay on the ground, struggling, trying to crawl towards the police station.

He was too weak to shout for help. A large number of police officers ran out of the police station and only saw the chief lying in a pool of blood.

As for the gunmen?

They were long gone!

The doughnuts in the fryer tumbled continuously in the hot oil. The cream-colored dough had already begun to turn a burnt brown, emitting an enticing aroma, but they would never be tasted by their owner!

In one morning, more than a dozen police officers had been killed, including the acting chief of the city police department, the chief of the harbor precinct, and detectives from the city police department's criminal investigation unit.

Some people analyzed these pieces of information and derived some interesting facts: that all of these people were connected to John, or rather, connected to the mayor.

Instantly, beneath an already turbulent surface, the undercurrents surged even more violently!