old dream

Chapter 150 Messages and Enforcers

Colin didn't know who the letters he left at the scene would end up in.

Is it the remaining agents, or the real masters behind the northern organization.

Although it is not yet possible to confirm whether these "masters" really exist.This is just Colin's speculation.Because it is impossible for the few agents in front of the stands to integrate dozens of wizards.Not to mention that the candidates for the agent have been changed several times, and they seem to be incompatible with each other.

So the more reasonable explanation for all this is that the reason why this "Northern Organization" was established was actually the work of another group of people.While making profits secretly through this organization, these people hide behind the scenes and hide their true identities very well.

They may or may not be some of those underground wizards.

And the letter left by Colin was written to these "hypothetical owners".

……

"My name is Heinrich."

"Sometimes I'm also called 'Lieutenant'. If you're a well-informed person, you should have heard this name a few weeks ago. But now, I have to convey a message to you in this way."

In the early hours of yesterday, Colin wrote this letter in his small attic:

"Because if I don't leave my name here, I'm afraid that after a few days, your agent will still not be able to figure out the situation: who attacked this distribution center, and why didn't they take any money after they succeeded..."

"Because they never understood the situation in this city, they sent people into my place. I know this is just a stupid and unintentional mistake, but in the face of people who make mistakes, my organization must punish them."

"In the days to come, I will attack the following five agents, they are..."

"Or when you read this letter, there are only three of my targets left."

The letter listed the names and addresses of the five agents in detail to show how leaky the fragile organization in the hands of the agents is:

"And in the process, I will never not harm your interests, just like tonight. Because you and I both know: we may not be enemies..."

"...These five agents must not satisfy you. The northern organization has been established for two months, but the situation in the old city has not been opened at all... You have provided excellent conditions, but they only paid a low Poor margins with untold exposures."

"Recently, the agents have been changing frequently, and you are probably considering further competition among them. But presumably after this period of time, you have also understood: as long as these agents are still relying on the Anhe gang in a mess, the established bootlegging organization will Never become climate.

The reason why the performance of these agents is not good, in fact, has little to do with their personal abilities..."

"Also because of the incompetence of the above-mentioned five agents, I have decided to march to the old city. In the next two weeks, there will be a war between my people and them, a merciless war. And what I have taken from them The site may provide you with a higher percentage of share, as long as you agree..."

"If you allow full competition, maybe, I'll give you a whole new option. If you're willing to see what's been going on in the south of the city this past week, maybe you'll reassess the value of the current agents... ..."

"I pay as much respect as I can to you, but this is only a proposal, not a request. Because whether you agree or not, I will devote everything I have to this war. Your attitude only determines, you Could it be my enemy..."

"In the end, hopefully we can all benefit from this change."

"—Lieutenant Heinrich."

It was already twenty past nine when the carriage returned to my uncle's mansion.Colin bent down from the carriage and said goodbye to Ricardo while thinking about whether it was time to get a car instead.

Recently, I seem to spend nearly four hours every day in a slow and bumpy carriage.

And as the bootlegging trade expands in the future, your organization will need more trucks.

In the letter left at the scene, Ke Lin left an address waiting for the other party to reply in order to discuss the details of further cooperation.

Of course, even if there was a reply, Colin would not pick it up in person.

……

……

At the same time, in an underground bar in the Sindhili district.

The newly appointed Prohibition Commissioner, the black-haired Miss Elena, was staring at the glass of rye whiskey in front of her and hesitated.

She had just left the train station in the morning, and hurriedly put her luggage in Ji Lian's apartment. She didn't care about the long greetings with her friends who had been away for nearly eight years, so she changed into her uniform and rushed to the police station in Hegang District to report.

In an extremely messy office in the corner of the police station, she met her boss, Linus, who had been separated from her for less than a week.A man in his mid-thirties, but he had long hair that fell back in a casual ponytail.The color of the hair was dirty, like a random mix of dark gold and black paint.

"teacher."

Elena stood at the door, and called softly with some reverence.Hearing the voice, Linus looked up from the several documents in his hand.After seeing Elena's face, he was confused for two seconds before suddenly realizing:

"Oh, you also plan to come here early."

The offices of the Prohibition Bureau itself would not be available until four days later.Linus actually came to Stade about ten days earlier than the official term of office.

Before the Bureau of Prohibition got involved, bootlegging cases were handled by local detectives.So Linus entrusted some connections and borrowed an old office here, and when he went out to investigate every day, he buried himself in the archives and looked through the relevant records.

Of course, only marginal material can be found here.Most of them had to do with a couple of booze truck robberies a month earlier, and they were of limited value for investigating the bootleggers burgeoning in Stade.

Elena walked carefully into this utility room-like office. It was narrow and messy, and it felt like it hadn't been used for several years.

Linus only tidied up a small piece of desktop that he used, on which were neatly placed the tools he brought, rulers, maps, markers, and magnifying glasses.

There was a cigarette between his fingers all the time, but the ashes were packed away, and none of them fell outside.

Looking at the map densely packed with markers, Elena felt a little curious.

"You came just in time." Linus took off the coat hanging on the back of the chair, stood up, bent down and quickly copied a few lines of addresses on a piece of white paper:

"I'm planning to go out to a few places. If you come a little later, maybe we will miss it."

Elena felt familiar and accustomed to Linus, who was in such a hurry, and naturally kept up with his rhythm.

As always, she didn't ask why, but said directly:
"Then I'm going to change the uniform on my body, just wait for me for 2 minutes."

……

But seven hours later, Elena was regretting why she didn't ask clearly where they were going.

Although she was once confused when she saw the map on Linus' desk, she never imagined that in this short week, Linus had already figured out the locations of more than a dozen speakeasies in Stade.

And in this short period of seven hours, they have already run through nine of them.In this kind of occasion, wine must be ordered, but she is unwilling to drink even a sip, and the result is to leave the wine glass intact.

Elena never imagined that on the first day of her work as Prohibition Commissioner, she would actually bring in nearly ten Ori's turnover for the bootleggers.

"Among the seventeen speakeasies, fifteen can be found with a little refreshment." Linus said seemingly indifferently, but his expression was a little dignified.

He was able to find so many speakeasies in the Old City and Sindhili district, not because of his strong search ability, but because bootleg alcohol has seriously spread in Stade.

Taking another sip of the moonshine in the glass, Linus frowned slightly.As a person from the heart of the league, he was not used to the smell of alcohol, but he still tried to feel it, and then swallowed it.

Then Linus took out a vial, and while looking around, collected some samples from the wine glass, carefully stuffing them into the inside of his jacket.

Elena looked at the other glass of wine in front of her, feeling a little overwhelmed by Linus' actions, and also somewhat puzzled:
Now that the locations of these speakeasies have been determined, why not just bring people to seize them?

Is there not enough staff now?
As if seeing Elena's confusion at this moment, Linus picked up his cup and shook it gently, turning his head and asking:
"What do you think of these wines?"

"...What do you think?"

"Can you now say with certainty that they are evil?"

Elena hesitated for a while:
"I think... yes."

Looking into her eyes, Linus smiled easily:
"No, don't lie to yourself, I know you can't."

Elena, who was born in Stade, is actually a Sincilian.Her background is similar to that of Ricardo, and the family still retains a strong tradition.When she was a minor, she had been exposed to wine several times during sacrifices.

And even putting these aside, wine seems to be a natural existence for her.Many of Elena's family members have the habit of drinking alcohol. Does she think these people are evil?

But that's not the same thing as breaking the ban herself.

"Let's put it this way, no matter how many people you bring in, you can't ban speakeasies from Stade."

On the third day in the city, Linus, the head of the Prohibition Commissioner in the principality, realized this very wisely.

"So, we should also learn to 'get along' with these underground bars in the future."

Elena looked at Linus a little blankly, hardly believing that such words would come from her teacher.

People who come out of religious groups tend to have a stronger sense of morality.And Elena was educated from Linus, she has always believed that whether they are in the church or not, they must abide by many important principles.

"'Get along'? You mean..."

How can law enforcers think about getting along with lawbreakers?Taking bribes from bootleggers?

"of course not."

While answering, Linus paid attention to the bodyguards in the corner, they didn't look slick, and seemed a little unsuited to this kind of place.But he is also paying attention to everyone in the field.

This is not a gangster on the street at all, but a trained soldier.

"Let's get out of here first."

While speaking, Linus had already drained his wine glass, then got up and squeezed into the chaotic crowd.Seeing this, Elena also hurriedly followed, but the wine she left on the table was still untouched.

……

The two walked out of the smoky underground bar.

"I mean, if we start from the speakeasies and seize one by one like this, we will only be exhausted."

Linus walked to the river bank and stood still. He struck a match and lit the cigarette in his hand:
"They'll just re-emerge in increasingly hidden places, and our people will be corrupted a little bit."

He sighed and said:
"This doesn't solve any problems. We have to start with the source of supply."

The purpose of going to so many underground bars is not to confirm the specific store location, but to find the alcohol suppliers behind them.

"Source?"

"Why do you think I came to Stade?"

Linus is from the hinterland of the alliance, and has a very high status in the Principality's Holy Province.In fact, he was not demoted to Stade by someone, but came here at his own request.

Elena thought it was because the bootleggers in Stade were particularly rampant and the violations were particularly serious.But now it seems that the teacher's intention does not seem to be the case.

"Because Stade will become an important gateway for the import of bootleg alcohol, whether by land or sea." Linus said:
"But if Stade is controlled, the import of bootleg alcohol from the Principality of Edmond can be controlled, and the import of bootleg alcohol from the Principality can be controlled, and the situation in the southwest of the entire alliance may be eased."

Since speakeasies can't be managed, let's take a drastic hit and attack their sources of goods.

This sounds beautiful, but after thinking about it for a while, Elena discovered a loophole in this way of thinking.

"But even if a drop of foreign wine cannot come in, there are always people who can secretly produce it in China." She said.

Even if bootlegging could be managed in the Old Town, what about the slums and the wider countryside?How could this be forbidden.

"Yeah, you're right." Linus said:
"So my method will take effect in two or three months at most. When they get new distillation equipment, bootlegging will come back."

"I'm just looking for the most efficient way to do it, after all, that's my job."

Even in the long run, there is no hope of success, and there is little effect on the governance of ether pollution.

"This is really a stupid ban." Linus said with emotion: "A ban that is bound to fail."

In eight years, Elena was the first time to see such a weak teacher.But even in this hopeless situation, he still chooses to take the best effort.

"But..." Elena hesitated and said:
"If it's an unreasonable and pointless ban, why are we defending it?"

Linus looked at the uncertain light and shade of the river, and whispered, as if talking to himself:

"Because it's the law and I'm the enforcer."

"Whether it's reasonable or not is none of my business, only the legislators' business."

　The detailed outline is being arranged, and the plot will be pushed forward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)