"Secretary General Carter has given the order, why aren't you executing it promptly?"
Carmelo Garrison didn't dare to issue such an order, but since Dirk Carter had given it, it didn't matter much to him.
The flood prevention situation in Goldridge County was already severe. As the top leader, he listened to everything Dirk Carter said because if something went wrong, at least someone would be in charge at the front.
"Yes!"
Police Chief Hugo Sinclair responded and turned to leave.
"Secretary General Carter, pardon my frankness, but doing this is a mistake."
Seeing the situation, Eve Vincent approached Dirk Carter and said.
"I know."
"You know and you still do it? Even if you persuade those people to relent and obtain the sand and stone, what if they later join forces to complain to the disciplinary committee..."
Eve Vincent stopped short, but Dirk Carter understood her implication.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He said, "Lawyer Vincent, without the sand and stone, I could easily shift the responsibility onto the leadership team of Goldridge County, right?"
Eve Vincent nodded.
Dirk Carter continued, "I'm not here for political achievements; I'm here on a mission. My mission is to ensure that the 600,000 residents of Goldridge County don't lose their homes or lives to flooding. Compared to these 600,000 residents, my personal gains and losses are insignificant. Even if I were dismissed from my position or held legally responsible after returning, I wouldn't mind. The Wyvern River Levee must not collapse."
"But... what if, and I'm just saying if, this mission costs you your life?"
Eve Vincent asked, somewhat moved.
Dirk Carter smiled faintly.
He said, "If it really comes to that, it doesn't matter; I still believe in that saying: if an official doesn't act for the people, they might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes."
After saying that.
Dirk Carter went to coordinate the following matters with Carmelo Garrison.
Eve Vincent stood there in a daze, watching Dirk Carter's busy figure, feeling somewhat disconcerted.
Are there really such officials in the world?
Or were his words just grandiose rhetoric?
In less than an hour.
The largest quarry owners of Goldridge County, like criminals, were escorted into the meeting room.
As soon as the police released them.
The owners started clamoring.
"What right do you have to arrest us?"
"What crime did we commit? Let us go back..."
"This is abuse of law enforcement; we're going to report you to the city..."
For a while, the meeting room was filled with noise.
Everyone was baring their fangs, confronting the police.
Deputy County Chief Egbert Marshall leaned over to Eve Vincent, looking worried, and whispered, "Miss Vincent, I didn't expect Secretary General Carter would dare to give such an order. I explained it all to them..."
Before he could finish.
Eve Vincent stopped him with a gesture.
She whispered, "It's okay; bringing them here doesn't help Dirk Carter. He shouldn't dare go further; otherwise, he might really lose his position, which is what I wanted."
"Then Miss Vincent, I..."
"You've done well."
"As long as you approve, Miss Vincent, I'll get back to work."
After saying that.
Egbert Marshall glanced around and disappeared into the crowd.
"Quiet, everyone, quiet!"
At this moment.
Carmelo Garrison and Dirk Carter walked in.
Seeing the chaotic scene, Carmelo Garrison raised his voice to control it.
However, the quarry owners ignored him and continued shouting at Carmelo Garrison.
The reason they were so brazen was that someone had given them strict orders.
Driven by profits, everyone was fearless beyond measure.
Dirk Carter remained silent.
He walked up to Hugo Sinclair, stretched his hand, and said, "Give me your gun!"
Hugo Sinclair hesitated, but still unfastened his holster and handed the gun to Dirk Carter.
Dirk Carter swiftly disengaged the safety, chambered a round, raised the gun, and fired three shots in quick succession.
The three shots scared many people into crouching with their heads covered. Even Eve Vincent, who had initially looked smug, was startled by Dirk Carter's actions.
The owners crouching on the ground.
Only dared to raise their heads after the gunshots ceased.
One burly man, wearing a thick gold necklace, suddenly stood up and pointed at Dirk Carter, shouting, "Who the hell are you? I haven't committed a crime, what gives you the right to fire as a warning?"
"Hello everyone, let me introduce, this is Secretary General Dirk Carter of the Rexton City Government, the chief commander of this flood resistance in Goldridge County."
Carmelo Garrison, who was also initially stunned, composed himself and introduced Dirk Carter to everyone.
"I don't care what leader you are; you ordered our arrest, right? Is there any law left in Goldridge County? We haven't committed a crime, what right do you have to arrest us? I'm going to report you to the city, to the province!"
The man with the gold necklace shouted again.
Seeing this.
Others began to join in agreement.
The situation was about to get out of control.
Dirk Carter quickly walked up to the man with the gold necklace and asked, "What's your name?"
"Why? Why should I tell you my name? You have no right to ask, and I don't want to tell you."
The man with the gold necklace arrogantly replied.
Dirk Carter looked towards Hugo Sinclair.
Hugo Sinclair immediately said, "He's Jared Vincent, owner of the Mentou Quarry."
Dirk Carter nodded.
He said, "From now on, revoke Jared Vincent's and Mentou Quarry's sand and stone business licenses. If any department dares to issue him a license, I'll deal with them."
"What gives you the right to issue such an order? I haven't done anything wrong!"
Jared Vincent was suddenly deflated, but still protested stubbornly.
Dirk Carter said with a fierce look in his eyes, "No reason, no cause, simply because I, Dirk Carter, want to revoke it. You can report me to the city, the province, or even the central government. As long as I'm around, you'll never do business in this industry again. Alright, you can leave now."
This statement was exceedingly domineering.
It wasn't something a politician should say publicly.
If recorded by someone with an agenda.
Dirk Carter's political career would effectively be over.
At that moment, he didn't know his words had already been captured on camera.
Even if he knew, Dirk Carter wouldn't care.
He's willing to act and take responsibility.
Moreover, given the urgency, he couldn't afford any distractions.
Jared Vincent didn't dare to leave.
If he left.
He couldn't continue his sand and stone business.
That was his livelihood.
The arrogance he had shown vanished instantly. With his head lowered, he stepped back a few steps, muttering, "I won't cause trouble, okay?"
Seeing this, the others.
Didn't dare to make a fuss either.
Each fell silent.
Dirk Carter glanced around and said loudly, "Today, I'll tell you openly, I will not restrict your freedom. You all just stand here obediently and listen to what I have to say..."
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