Empire of Shadows No Chapter 543

Charlie panted, looking at the person outside the car. He was wearing a ski mask, but even so, he could still “see” him through the person’s eyes.

This was a young man. There was not the slightest awe for life in his eyes, nor any confusion about the future. He just stood there calmly, then raised his pistol to do a simple thing.

For so reason, when he saw this young man, Charlie seed to see his forr self in a daze.

He was like a lost child, constantly spinning in an upward maze. Soone had found him and shown him the way.

This road was not easy to walk, but looking at the faint point of light at the end of this road, he knew that it was a brand new world.

In order to go to a brand new world, no matter how difficult this road was, he took his firm steps.

He, Charlie, would eventually break so barriers and enter the next stage of his life.

No matter what was blocking his way, it would eventually be overco by him.

He moved forward with a courage that would never retreat. The thorns of reality did not stop his steps, but instead made him stronger.

He never thought that he would fall sowhere on this road. He was bound to enter the next stage of his life.

Until this mont.

He sat in the car, blood constantly flowing from the wound on his head, which had been broken when the car was violently hit.

He was like a trapped beast, representing “yesterday.”

The young man outside the car had clean, bright eyes, filled with the determination he once had, representing the future.

This was a dialogue that crossed ti, between him and his past self.

The two looked at each other. Charlie opened his mouth to say sothing, and then the gunshots rang out. He looked down and saw a hole in the white shirt on his chest, and blood quickly gushed out from it.

Then there were a few more cracking gunshots. He didn’t feel any pain, but his strength inexplicably disappeared.

He slowly let himself lean back against the seat, looking at the young man outside the car, shaking his head slightly. He wanted to tell him that this road was not easy to walk.

But he didn’t even have the strength to speak, and could only shake his head slightly.

The young man put away his weapon and, with the people around him, turned and quickly returned to the large truck.

Perhaps the gunshots woke up the police officer in the driver’s seat. He was also bleeding from his head. A piece of glass from the window had cut his eyebrow, and blood was slowly flowing.

He shook his head, and then a look of pain appeared on his face. He raised his hand to touch his eyebrow and sucked in a breath of cold air.

His eyes went from dazed to clear in just a few seconds. He rembered what had happened before he passed out. Then he turned his head and saw Charlie dying in the back seat.

“Fuck!” he quickly pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger at the already moving large truck, but it was of no use.

The two trucks quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

He turned to look at Charlie, trying to plug the bullet holes in his body with his hand. “Hold on, they’ll be here soon.”

He said comforting words, but whether it was himself or Charlie, they both knew that holding on or not was aningless.

He was a dead man.

Charlie gripped his wrist tightly, his eyes staring fiercely at him, as if he had a lot to say, but he couldn’t say it.

About ten seconds later, the police officer felt the strength in Charlie’s hand disappear in an instant, and it naturally drooped.

He was dead.

Silently looking at Charlie, the police officer climbed out of the empty car window. He stood by the side of the car, took out a crumpled cigarette case, and took out a crumpled cigarette.

“You must be a big shot!” he said.

Unfortunately, Charlie couldn’t answer any of his questions anymore. Of course, even if he were alive, he wouldn’t answer.

He glanced at Charlie, then at the other injured officers, and a feeling of displeasure grew in his heart.

This was the first ti soone had silenced an important witness in front of him.

His guess that Charlie was a big shot also ca from this—they didn’t even hesitate to create such a car accident to kill Charlie. It could only an that Charlie was really a big shot.

The highway patrol found that the car that went to pick up Charlie had not returned for a long ti and imdiately arranged for police cars to search. About forty minutes after Charlie died, the police found them.

Then they were all sent to a nearby clinic. Fortunately, everyone only suffered so minor injuries that were not life-threatening.

As for Charlie, his body was already cold.

The bullet had pierced his lungs. The dical examiner was a little unsure in the autopsy report whether to write that he had choked to death on his own blood or that he had died of excessive blood loss. In any case, he was dead…

At a little after five o’clock, the sky was already beginning to darken. In the sumr, the sky would get dark later. People on the road watched as several large buses drove from the city center towards the Bay Area.

So young people who knew so inside information were so envious and jealous that their eyes were a little red. They recognized these buses.

They belonged to different model agencies. To put it nicely, the main job of these companies was to package those young and beautiful girls so that they could have a better developnt in the fashion industry.

To put it bluntly, they were the biggest escort companies in Golden Port City. Those so-called models were just toys in the eyes of the rich and powerful of the Bay Area.

So many cars ant that there must be a grand party in the Bay Area tonight!

Unfortunately, this kind of party had nothing to do with ordinary people in this life. They didn’t even have the qualification to take a look, and could only imagine the happiness of those powerful and wealthy people.

Charlie was dead.

This was originally bad news, but for the people of the Bay Area, it had turned into good news.

Because they had all heard from various sources, or knew themselves, that it was only a matter of ti before Charlie was arrested.

The Attorney General of the State Prosecutor’s Office had directly issued the order. As long as Charlie was not dead, he would definitely be arrested.

Once he was arrested, no one could be sure whether he would confess so disturbing information. So a dead Charlie was always more reassuring than a living him.

Now that the biggest crisis was resolved, the powerful people of the Bay Area would naturally hold a party to celebrate, just like countless tis in the past.

When a problem was solved, a party was held.

Chief Bruce also soon learned this news. The news ca back a little later than it did to the Bay Area.

Because they still had to go to the rescue and investigate clearly, but the result was unchanged. Charlie was dead.

Dead during the transfer.

Besides this news, there was also another piece of news, a sowhat unexpected one.

He received a transfer application. The chief of the highway patrol’s homicide office, a deputy chief, requested a transfer to the Golden Port City Police Departnt.

If you were to say that the state highway patrol was not important, they still maintained the order of the entire state’s highways and also managed the criminal acts that occurred on the highways.

Even a chief of an office was a deputy chief, which showed that their “status” was very high.

But to say how important they were, how high their status was, was not entirely true, because if they wanted to co to the city, they still needed to be accepted here.

Logically, this matter was highly unlikely to be approved. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be long before many people would submit reports.

Compared to patrolling on the highway, driving all day long, they were still willing to patrol in the city.

Find an alley, slip in, and then with a doughnut and milk with coffee in hand, and a newspaper or magazine, you can while away the whole day.

This was the ideal life for police officers.

In the transfer application, he also talked about the reason for this application. He wanted to uphold justice…

Looking at that application, Chief Bruce suddenly found it a little funny.

Justice, is it sothing that anyone can uphold?

But for so reason, he should have just thrown this application into the trash can, but inexplicably, he didn’t do that.

He lit a cigarette, read it twice more, and then put it there.

“Lance, it’s …”

“There’s so bad news. Charlie was silenced. The news I got from the highway patrol is that two large trucks hit them off the highway, and then soone shot Charlie at close range.”

“…Yes, yes, that’s roughly it. I’ve already had soone bring his body back.”

“Okay, I’ll have them go and look. He must have left so evidence.”

“Also, there’s sothing I’m not sure about. There’s a…” he looked down at the application materials on his desk. “Soone from the highway patrol wants to be transferred to our side. The reason he gave is that he wants to catch the criminals who killed Charlie.”

“…Yes, he was one of the officers who was in the car accident with Charlie when he was being escorted back. I wanted to ask for your opinion.”

“Okay, I understand. Okay, I understand.”

Chief Bruce put down the receiver. There was only one last drag left on his cigarette.

He opened the application and hesitated for a mont on the last page before signing his na. Then he threw the docunt into the “to-do” file basket.

Soone would collect these docunts when they got off work in the evening, and then they would be processed tomorrow.

He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. The shock of Charlie’s death was far greater than the calmness he had shown.

A person who had ruled the Golden Port City police force for forty years, was dead just like that.

If he had not taken these things to heart when he was still a minor character before, the Bay Area, the struggle, all these things.

He might have been able to accept this result better than now.

But now, he was already sitting in this position, and he had to consider many more things than before.

So people say that a person cannot grow up overnight, unless he has to bear a heavy burden that does not belong to him.

He had to find sothing for these gentlen of the Bay Area to do. He wasn’t sure if an ordinary police officer could stir up any waves, but he would let this person try.

Let those high and mighty gentlen also feel the shock from the bottom of society.

(End of a Chapter)