Cosma Empire

In the early morning, the red sun rises from the sea level, flaming like a huge fireball. The sunlight at this time is not dazzling, and the light also has a warm red color. The guests who had been crazy in the first district all night came out of various entertainment venues exhaustedly, stuffed their stomachs casually, and started to walk to the place of residence.

After more than half an hour of silence, the real morning finally ushered in. The golden sun, like a sharp sword, cleared the darkness in the street and shone on people. Looking at the rising sun was like looking at an invincible God of War.

Du Lin was still sitting in that chair, tasting the same coffee, eating a burrito that cost only half a dollar, and flipping through the newspaper in his hand. The newsboy stood obediently behind Du Lin, holding the hat in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

After a while, Du Lin took out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the newsboy's hat, "I want to know all the news about Juan and his family that I'm worth seeing, this is half deposit, the sooner the better!"

The newsboy's eyes lit up. He thought that the twenty yuan was all, but he didn't expect it to be only half. He immediately covered the hat with the money on his head, and even stroked his hair so that the lining of the hat and the hair were tightly attached together, "Sir, you will be able to see everything you want tomorrow morning!" , Said he bowed and saluted, ran to the street like every morning, and began to distribute newspapers.

These newsboys have their own intelligence network, and there is a more advanced intelligence network on top of them that manages them. Anything you want to know about Illian, you can get it from them at an equivalent price. I know most of the news that is not very popular.

Juan is quite famous in Illian City, and he is a celebrity in the society. He has three breweries and a bar under his command. These are his legitimate businesses, and they all have legal licenses to support him in the production and sale of various alcoholic beverages. As a tourist city, alcohol and beverages are essential consumables. Some people even come to Irian from other places to drink high-quality alcohol without any scruples.

If tourism is Irian's first economic pillar industry, then the brewery and those bars are Irian's second largest economic pillar industry. Different from other business categories, high taxes will be levied on brewing and selling alcoholic beverages. The initial tax rate is 45%. When the sales volume exceeds a certain amount, it will increase, and the maximum tax rate will be 60%. taxes.

But even so, Juan still made a lot of money, so that a guy who used to just burn a boiler became the number one person in Irian City.

There are two reasons for Du Lin to follow him. The first is that he has three breweries and a bar with a total of four licenses. With these four licenses, Du Lin can produce legal bootleg alcohol and smuggle it Even if the problem is found out, it will not be able to catch up with Du Lin if it is sold in illegal areas, because it is legal to brew high-grade wine here. The second reason is that Juan invested in a shopping mall near the center in the eighth district.

According to the plan, this shopping mall has five floors, a business area of ​​nearly 45,000 square meters, and a total investment of about 12 million. If Juan and his boiler family are a powerful family, then Du Lin will definitely stay away, but he is just a brewer and seller, and he has no powerful support in the political world. He is the softest persimmon, so Du Lin intends to handle it one time.

Of course, Du Lin will discuss with him kindly whether he can invest together, and if possible, he doesn't mind contributing half of the partnership to complete the project. But if he didn't know good from bad, then Du Lin wouldn't be polite to him either.

Picking up the cup and gulping down the little coffee left, Du Lin pressed the five dollars under the plate and started his daily routine walk with the newspaper between his lips. Just as he passed by the Irian City Police Station, the police station had just woken up. The policemen who came to work squeezed into the police station, rubbing their eyes tiredly.

Illian's special social environment predestined that the police is not a job that can be lazy, especially in the second half of the night, when the major entertainment venues are still operating normally, and those tourists or local alcoholics are almost drunk at this time, often There will be friction due to some small problems, and it will eventually turn into a brawl. So when the first district rests, the policemen rest.

Fortunately, the police station operates in shifts, otherwise it could really kill people. The police officers on duty during the day worked from 7:30 am to 7:30 pm, and the night shift policemen worked from 8 pm to 5 am, and everyone rested for the remaining two hours.

The police officer in charge of custody yawned and signed his name on the attendance book, then took out a hot Napa burrito from his backpack, served with strong coffee with milk, and took a bite with joy . The naba burritos here have changed from the authentic burritos. Most of the burritos in other places are filled with beef, but here it is fish from deep-sea fish. Who makes fish cheaper?

Fortunately, in order to secure more customers, the chefs cut the fish into thin slices and fried them on a frying pan until both sides are crispy and golden, which makes it more fragrant and more textured. As for whether it will be too greasy or not healthy to eat, that is another matter.

The police officer was obviously hungry. He quickly ate all the food in his hands. He rubbed his stomach and felt that he could eat another one, but he decided to keep his mouth shut considering that he was already overweight. The police officers in Irian City are really hard to be. Not only do they work hard, the police station even requires the image of the police officers to be healthy. Fat or thin people are not allowed to join the police force. This is to maintain a positive image of the police officers. In order to maintain the image of Illian.

He opened the iron door of the detention area, glanced at the notebook on the desk, then took the key and went to the first detention room, opened the iron door, "You can go home now!"

Two strong men who had been fighting each other because of drunkenness came out with rebellious faces, and stared domineeringly at the policeman's eyes. The policeman smiled and said, "If you don't want to leave, you can go in again!"

The guy walking behind pushed the guy in front, and the two left the detention area swaggeringly. The police officer also locked the door and returned to his sentry box.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, someone came to take Elis away for interrogation, but when the two walked outside the door of the first detention room, they were stunned by the picture inside.

Elis actually hanged himself?

In a panic, the policeman took the wrong key several times before opening the iron door. By the time they rushed in, Ellis' body was already cold. The prosecutor in charge of the interrogation glanced at the policeman with some serious eyes, "I want to know What happened, why did such an important witness die here?"

After a short period of panic, the policeman also came back to his senses. His eyes swept back and forth on the prosecutor twice in a very impolite manner, "Who can stop him if he doesn't want to live? Besides, he didn't notify me before he hanged himself." , do you know how many things happen in the Illian area after summer? I have been so busy that I have never had a rest, and I have no time to come here. It was you who asked him to give him a private room. If he didn't live in this single room, he wouldn't With these things happening, I feel like if there's a problem, the problem is on you!"

The prosecutor who was bitten back turned red and then turned pale again. He confirmed that Ellis had started to stiffen. , I will report you to your superior!"

The policeman laughed a few times, "If you like to complain, go and complain, who can control you?" He casually took out a biscuit wrapped in a handkerchief from his trousers pocket, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. Get up, "strange, why are you hungry so fast today? It seems that you need to eat more tomorrow morning!"

News of Elis hanged himself spread quickly, and most of the Guarts said he deserved it, or he deserved it, but the response was mediocre. Compared with ordinary people, prosecutors are the ones who react the most. He rushed into the judge's office. The old judge put down his glasses and slowly looked up at him. He strode forward angrily and slapped the judge's desk.

"This is a conspiracy, there is definitely a conspiracy hidden in it!", the prosecutor kept clenching his teeth, he didn't want to offend the judge, but the anger at this time made him unable to control his emotions at all. When the riot happened, he paid attention to it at the first time. As the matter developed, Elis and others were finally caught. The seemingly reasonable process made him aware of a trace of "deliberation". This should not be a The feeling a homicide should have.

He has handled many cases. Except for a few homicides, most of them are crimes of passion. To put it plainly, it means that a decision is made as soon as the brain is hot and then implemented. In those non-passionate murders, as long as he is not a fool and finally completes the murder, the criminal has never been so easy to catch, and has never been so honest. So he felt that there was something wrong with it, so he told the police station that Elis must be locked in a single cell, and he would interrogate Elis this morning.

But what I didn't expect was that Elis was already dead, and someone took the first step to cut off Elis, the most important witness and clue!

"My dear child, anger can't solve anything. You have to learn to control your anger, and then calmly watch those bad guys show their flaws." The old judge smiled and patted the prosecutor's hand, "You have to remember, the evil Justice will never be defeated, and one day they will face trial!"