Empire of Shadows Chapter 614

After the Lance convoy disappeared into the darkness, Dewent returned to the room, hugging his wife.

It was only then that he noticed her body was trembling slightly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with concern.

A trembling body was a clear sign of discomfort or illness. He was worried his wife was sick.

Getting sick at this ti was not a good thing. Although it was absurd that getting sick in the Federation had to pick a ti, that was the reality.

The series of problems brought about by the war were continuously affecting society, in all aspects.

For example, the prices of various special dicines were starting to skyrocket, and they were also very difficult to buy.

After the Federation joined the military alliance, the allied countries began to purchase large quantities of various materials from the Federation.

Because of the war, many of their own industrial productions had completely stopped. They couldn’t produce them themselves and could only buy them from the Federation.

And this was also an irreconcilable contradiction between the federal governnt and the Dantra Republic.

Among the many commodities, dical supplies had the largest export volu.

Although everyone was an ally within the sa military alliance, this did not an that the federal governnt would provide various precious dicines to its allies for free.

Even if the federal governnt had this idea and wanted to buy a good reputation with so materials, those capitalists, dical groups, would not allow them to do so.

They believed that before the war was over, it was impossible to determine whether the currencies of these countries would still have value in the future. So now, in the trade with these countries, all dical supplies, especially so special dicines, were all traded through barter.

dicines were exchanged for gold, jewelry, or sothing else, and the price had to be raised.

On the one hand, there was the relatively “cheap” dostic civilian dical market, and on the other hand, there was the “expensive” foreign dical market that traded in gold. How to choose, they no longer needed to consider.

The purpose of the capital groups in developing various special drugs was not to benefit mankind, but just to make more money.

This also led to the price of drugs within the Federation starting to rise, rising to the point where so of the middle class could not afford them, and they were also not easy to buy.

Currently, the price of the latest special anti-inflammatory drug had risen to the price of seven grams of gold per milliliter. Each injection was about five milligrams, which ant it required thirty-five grams of gold.

You might as well hope that ordinary people can recover on their own than expect them to be able to afford this.

Dewent was not too worried about not being able to afford the dicine, but he was worried that he couldn’t buy it even with money. He hugged his wife and ca to the living room, let her sit down, and began to check her body.

But she held her arms and shook her head. “I’m not sick.”

She looked at Dewent with a deep fear in her eyes, and her face was also slightly pale.

Dewent seed to have realized sothing. He looked at his wife. “So…”

“He… didn’t do anything to you, did he?” she asked.

Dewent didn’t speak. She continued, “I’m not the kind of housewife who doesn’t know anything. I also read newspapers, and I have a social life in the community.”

“Lance White. I’ve heard this na more than once, and also the Lance Family.”

She seed to have thought of sothing terrifying, rubbing her arms back and forth, as if this could bring her so warmth and a sense of security.

“I didn’t know he was Lance. He said he was your colleague. I opened the door at that ti, but when he ca in and told that his na was Lance, Lance White, I knew there was trouble.”

Dewent looked at his wife. He found it hard to imagine how this woman had behaved… it made him feel incredible!

“Then you…” he didn’t know what to say. When he had just co back, he had seen his wife talking and laughing with Lance, and he had been worried about it.

The woman shook her head. “I don’t know. My mind was particularly clear at that ti. I knew that if I did sothing wrong, I would definitely be in trouble, and you might also be in trouble.”

“I could only pretend that I didn’t know who he was, and pretend to really think that he was your colleague!”

Hearing this, Dewent hugged his wife tightly and gently patted her back. “It’s all over now. Everything will be fine.”

She broke free from Dewent’s embrace, looked at him, and asked, “What did you two talk about later?”

Dewent was silent for a mont and then said softly, “We’ve cooperated.”

This answer did not make his wife feel angry or unacceptable. On the contrary, it made the woman breathe a sigh of relief.

Dewent was a little confused. “Don’t you think… I was wrong to do this?”

The woman shook her head. “I don’t care who you work for, dear. I only care that we can live safely.”

Lance’s influence on this city was constantly deepening. When she socialized with the ladies in the community, it was hard not to ntion Lance, and naturally, it was also hard not to ntion the things he had done.

For many ordinary people, Lance and the Lance Family were like a “mythical story” of this city. It was not ugly, and it was not evil.

On the contrary, it was filled with a kind of alternative romance that originated from ordinary people, from the bottom of society, full of glory!

Yes, a kind of alternative romance, representing the great success of the ordinary class!

Everything that the protagonist of this story did would be naturally beautified and beco a story that people could accept. So ordinary people were not afraid of Lance at all. On the contrary, they would like him.

She was very worried, worried that her husband had angered Lance. But now it seed that the situation was not so bad.

Dewent didn’t know what to say, how to understand his wife’s performance. He didn’t know if he was disappointed or relieved.

After a mont of silence, he asked, “Don’t you think it’s a terrible thing for to cooperate with a gang leader?”

His wife shook her head. “I don’t know your work, but I know that everyone in this city, as long as they are not Mr. Lance’s enemies, will say that Mr. Lance is a good person!”

The mont these words ca out of his own wife’s mouth, Dewent felt a sense of absurdity!

The next morning, he went directly to Dale’s office and sat down there.

Dale looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. He even made a gesture, as if to say, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

After about twenty or thirty seconds, Dewent finally said, “Lance ca to see .”

Director Dale frowned. His right hand quietly moved under the desk. There was a handgun in the second drawer.

If necessary, he would directly shoot and kill Dewent, and then find an excuse to smooth things over.

For example, Dewent had been bribed by Lance and had tried to bribe him, but after being severely rejected, he had tried to harm him but was killed in self-defense.

Framing, people don’t need to learn it. They are born with it.

Dewent also noticed his small movents and shook his head slightly. “He talked a lot with , and also talked about you.”

“To be honest, I can’t imagine we have so many problems here.”

Director Dale’s hand ca back from under the desk and was placed on the desk again.

If Lance had told him the truth and hadn’t killed him, then there was only one possibility—he had also beco a friend.

Director Dale didn’t know what to say and could only remain silent. After all, in the eyes of these people, he had always been the representative and embodint of justice.

As a result, he had, second only to Ponda, sided with Lance. He would also feel embarrassed.

“Lance asked to contact the other two senior agents. He also asked to pass a ssage to you, to see if you have a chance to deal with the deputy director.”

Director Dale nodded. “I see.”

After these words were spoken, the office fell into silence. The two sat face to face for about two minutes. No one spoke, and no one made any movents.

After a while, Dewent stood up. “I’m going to work.”

Director Dale nodded. “Okay, if you have any problems, contact at any ti.”

Dewent smiled, turned, and left the office. Director Dale sat there in a daze for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed the extension number of the deputy director’s office. “Are you free after work tonight?”

After returning to the office outside, Dewent took the initiative to contact Ponda. Ponda was a little surprised that Dewent was also “one of us.” He didn’t show any abnormality, just had a simple conversation with him, and then they each went to do the work of the other two senior agents.

At this mont, they, more than Lance himself, hoped that these people could be pulled down into the water by them.

Only in this way could it be proved that this was not their problem, but the problem of the entire institution, the problem of Congress, but not theirs.

For a whole day, the seemingly peaceful Golden Port City had so extrely insignificant small things happening.

For example, a gang mber of a certain gang was assigned a task, and hurriedly left the city, disappearing into the wilderness outside the city.

Or, for example, a gentleman was waiting for a bus at a bus stop when he was accidentally stabbed in the spleen by a thief and fell to the ground, losing his life before the ambulance arrived.

For example, soone had a car accident on the road and died very unfortunately because of the car accident.

These people who had accidents all had a characteristic that people didn’t know about: they were all informants for the Bureau of Hazardous Materials.

After work at night, Ponda glanced at Dewent standing at the door as he left the Bureau of Hazardous Materials. The two exchanged a simple glance with their eyes and then left separately.

And in the distance, Director Dale was smiling as he had the deputy director get into his car, on the grounds that it was more convenient to talk about things this way.

No one knew that this most powerful law enforcent agency would be welcoming so changes.

At a little after eight in the evening, the phone in front of Lance rang. He picked it up, listened for a while, and then hung up.

Then he took out a stack of files from the drawer, selected two of them, and placed them on the table.

“Have Devon and Alan co over. There’s a job for them.”

Soon the two young n appeared in the office. Lance pushed the two files forward. “I don’t want to see them again.”

The two looked at each other, each took a file, bowed slightly, and then turned and left.

Of course, they knew what Lance’s words ant. This was also the value of their existence.

After giving these instructions, Lance turned his attention to other matters, as if he had just done an insignificant little thing.

(End of a Chapter)