Chapter 816: Contact

John... was another Mr. John.

John was one of Mayor Wade's important subordinates, a member of his interest group, who would often do some of the dirty work for Mayor Wade.

In this terrible, but also the best of times, any glamorous figure would need to do some things, some dirty things.

A little fairy is not only cute, but also has to shit.

Things always have two sides.

A little fairy's shit cannot be done by others, but the work that can get one's hands dirty can be done by others.

John was such a person who did things for others. His hands were bloody, and his whole body was stinking and dark. He knew very well that he might not have a good end.

The more dirty work he did, the more private matters he handled for Mayor Wade, the more those things that might be detrimental to Mayor Wade would be transferred from those people to him.

He had originally played the role of a guy who dismantled bombs with violence, but in the end, he himself would become a huge bomb.

This road was very difficult to walk. Once you were on it, it was difficult to leave. You could only walk down it with a stiff upper lip.

The only thing he hoped for was that his own children could, because of his brave and selfless contribution, get a better opportunity, a better stepping stone to start.

Mr. John was sitting in his room at this time, bored, looking at the Tide Newspaper. The Tide Newspaper was not only distributed in Likalai State, but was also distributed all over the Federation. So much so that even in the newsstands of New Golden City, you could see the huge tits on the cover of the Tide Newspaper.

The Federal Post had once used a small section of its layout to scathingly criticize the baseness of the Tide Newspaper, believing that the Tide Newspaper's circulation, which was comparable to that of the three major newspapers, was a regression of civilization!

But no matter how they sprayed the Tide Newspaper, its circulation was steadily rising.

Reading the Tide Newspaper was one of Mr. John's ways to pass the time. He was very self-disciplined, did not help the girls who needed help, nor did he help other men, and he even had almost no contact with his own wife, his family.

He was like a lone star on the edge of the entire society, or even outside it, all alone.

The work this time was actually not complicated. He just needed to wait here, to wait for a person to arrive, and then to take him to see Mr. Wade.

There was no complicated or dangerous work. He seemed very relaxed.

The sky outside the window was gradually getting dark. When it was winter time, the speed at which the sky got dark was obviously much earlier than in summer.

He glanced at his watch. He could prepare some food. Just as he stood up and was about to think about what to eat for dinner, the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the door.

Then there was a stumble forward, losing his balance, a "sprint" under the effect of inertia, and finally, a hard crash into the door, with a bang!

Mr. John took out his handgun. He came to the side of the door, listening to the sound outside. It seemed that everything had become quiet.

He looked down and saw some bloodstains, which were slowly seeping in from the ground.

He squatted down and touched the bloodstains, gently.

"Who's there?" he asked.

A faint response came from outside the door. "It's me, Matthew. Help me!"

Mr. John frowned. "Are there enemies outside?"

"No, no, I've already dealt with them. I need treatment!"

Mr. John did not immediately open the door. He just opened a small crack and looked outside for a couple of times. After confirming that there was no problem, he finally opened the door.

He had already seen the photo of Police Captain Matthew. His photo was on the notice board of the state police department, the host of the work of the section branch.

But at this time, Police Captain Matthew looked particularly disheveled. He had been shot twice, and there were also large areas of bloodstains, just like... the various abrasions, serious abrasions caused by running at the highest speed and then falling heavily to the ground.

His head also had some abrasions, and also some bruises. His whole person looked terrible!

Mr. John had seen many unlucky people, but he had never seen one like this.

He put the weapon back in its holster, squatted down, and helped Police Captain Matthew to stand up. "What did you encounter?"

Police Captain Matthew squeezed out a smile. "Something you can't imagine."

Although he did not know the person in front of him, for some reason, he felt a sense of relief. He did not know where this sense of relief came from. He just knew that he was safe.

Mr. John gave Mayor Wade a call and explained what had happened here. Mayor Wade had arranged for a doctor for him and had told him to wait on the spot for a while.

Besides the doctor, there were also some of the family's bodyguards.

In the past, these bodyguards were the family's guardian knights, but now, they were just the family's gunmen, which didn't sound so good.

More than ten minutes later, the doctor had treated Police Captain Matthew's injuries on the spot, and at the same time, he was amazed at Police Captain Matthew's physical strength. In his words, if it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have been finished on the way.

He had actually driven for an unknown amount of time, and could still find Mr. John to ask for help. Perhaps this was the "power of the spirit"!

Recently, the medical community had been studying this thing. They believed that there was a more mysterious spiritual power hidden in the human body, a power that could surpass the power of the flesh.

It sounded very mysterious, but there were many who believed in this.

In fact, this was not surprising. Even if there were plenty of people who believed that aliens really existed, and who believed that the president and Congress had already been occupied by aliens or lizard people, how much more so for people who believed in this kind of thing that sounded a little plausible?

The doctor felt that he could use Police Captain Matthew as the material for his next paper, to discuss how a person, after losing a degree of blood that was generally considered to be fatal by medicine, could still survive by relying on their will.

A blood transfusion, and the treatment of the injuries, had gradually stabilized Police Captain Matthew's condition. At the same time, he began to be transferred, to be sent to Mayor Wade's side.

Mayor Wade had also given Lance a call. "The person has arrived, but his condition is not very good. He seems to have been seriously injured. Did you do this on purpose?"

He had thought that this was something that Lance had deliberately done, to let Police Captain Matthew have a feeling of a close shave with death, and only then would he cherish his life or something.

After listening, Lance was also a little astonished. "I didn't send anyone to do these things. Was it done by someone else?"

Neither of them had found any suspicious candidates. After all, Police Captain Matthew and the chief were a gang.

"What are you planning to do next?" Lance asked.

Mayor Wade's mood was very good now. Police Captain Matthew had fallen into his hands. He would definitely be able to squeeze out the maximum value of Police Captain Matthew!

"Just act according to the plan. Actually, you know, what the truth is sometimes is not important. What is important is what people are willing to believe."

"The most interesting thing I have found in my years in politics is that people would rather believe that their politician is a devil than a good person, an ordinary good person. Do you know what I mean?"

Police Captain Matthew himself had a butt full of shit. So as long as he testified that the chief of the state police also had a butt full of shit, the public would believe it!

They would believe that the chief of the state police also indeed had a butt full of shit, even if his butt actually had no shit.

"Lance, believe me, it won't be long before you can do what you want to do!" Mayor Wade said very certainly. "And I will look forward to our next cooperation."

Compared to Mayor Wade's happiness now, the chief of the state police was obviously a little restless.

It had been several hours. Logically, his assistant should have already handled this matter, but why hadn't he called back yet?

He had to think of the worst. This trusted subordinate, who had never failed, and was even half a friend, had he fallen?

He could no longer sit still. If this gunman of his had really fallen, it would mean that Police Captain Matthew had completely become a bomb!

He walked to the side of the bed and looked at the already darkened night sky. The red light of the setting sun could not even maintain the most basic decency and was being submerged by the gray sky.

He slammed the windowsill hard, a complicated expression on his face.

He suddenly thought of something.

Police Captain Matthew was also a member of the Indeno State professional shooting club. In fact, he was too.

Not only him, but at least one-third to one-half of the people in the entire police system were members of various shooting clubs.

For a police officer, a weapon, especially all kinds of guns, is an important tool for them to protect themselves and at the same time to subdue criminals, bar none.

A police officer, at a distance of five meters, had fired several shots in a row and had not hit the target, which had made all the police officers in the Federation realize the importance of marksmanship.

Many police officers, when they were on rotation, would participate in the shooting activities organized by the club, and even shooting competitions.

Police Captain Matthew had also participated in competitions. Although he had not yet reached the level of a professional, in the amateur group, his level was absolutely first-class.

That carved revolver of his was his custom-made rapid-fire handgun. In 1.4 seconds, he could fire all six bullets.

This was also the reason why Police Captain Matthew was very fond of this handgun. It was not only good-looking, but also had a certain use value.

Thinking of this, the chief's heart continued to sink. He realized that the trouble was really big!

The "great search" in Indeno State had passed for two days. Everything had returned to peace. The previous search had seemed to have only become a topic of conversation for people after a meal.

Like the saying "capturing aliens," it was most often mentioned by people. They also said that there was an alien temple in the wilderness of Indeno State.

And Police Captain Matthew had also gradually recovered his health.

This injury seemed to have given him more enlightenment.

About life, about himself, about family, about the world.

He didn't know Mayor Wade, but he felt that Mayor Wade was very familiar, and he didn't know where he had seen him before.

Mayor Wade had appeared directly in front of him, also to gain his trust.

"Are you Lance's man?" Police Captain Matthew swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Even the saliva was a little scratchy on his throat. He licked his lips. "Can I have a glass of water?"

Someone handed over a glass of water. He said thank you, and after a few sips, he felt a little better. "Have we met before?"

"I seem to have seen you somewhere."