Chapter 283
by karlmaksIn nature, the male lion has the right to distribute food.
The wolf king also has the right to distribute food.
Animals that occupy an absolute dominant position actually all have the right to allocate and dispose of resources.
So do people.
In ordinary families, the one who controls the distribution of resources is always the family’s laborer, the breadwinning husband or wife, not the children who have no income.
Many families are like this. The family sits at the dinner table, and then the father first gets the best food, and then he or he delegates the mother to distribute the food to the other members of the family.
The children, and the elderly.
This is a declaration of ruling power, although they may not be aware of it themselves, because instinctive things are not so easy to notice, and they are not good at thinking.
What John is doing now is actually such a thing. He is declaring the fact that he is a “ruler with the power to distribute food”!
Precinct Chief Bruce, while saying polite words, cut the steak with a knife and fork and put it in his mouth.
After watching Precinct Chief Bruce eat a piece of beef, John continued to use his knife and fork, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about on the phone?”
Precinct Chief Bruce swallowed the food in his mouth, “First, I hope the financial power of the precinct is still in my hands. This has always been the custom…”
The annual funding for the precinct was actually quite a lot. City Hall allocated this part of the funds to the city police department, and then the city police department allocated this money to the precincts.
However, in this final process, there were two situations.
The first situation was that the precinct provided the required expenses to the general bureau, and then the general bureau directly distributed the funds to the specific people, and the precinct chief did not have the power to handle it.
There was another kind, where they directly allocated the money to the precinct chief, and then the precinct chief would handle it.
Without a doubt, in the first approach, the precinct chief’s power was weakened. Financial power is the core foundation of administrative power. Without financial power, there is no administrative power, and the police officers will only listen to the general bureau, not him, the precinct chief.
After all, he cannot decide who can get money, who cannot get money, and provide corresponding welfare benefits.
Now Golden Port was implementing the second method, fully delegating financial power to the hands of the precinct chiefs, which was one of the reasons why the precincts could control the precincts.
John frowned after hearing this. Reclaiming financial power was the core of his firm control over the entire Golden Port police system. It was impossible for him to agree to Precinct Chief Bruce.
But now, he needed him very much, so he had to put it another way, “This decision was not made by me, it was the mayor’s intention.”
“When Charlie was managing the police system before, he set a wrong example, making each precinct very lax, so the mayor plans to change this situation.”
“Although the financial power will be recovered, Bruce, we will not deal with the money you have obtained privately. You can distribute that part of the money yourself.”
Precinct Chief Bruce glanced at his watch and then said, “Is there no way at all?”
John shook his head, “No, this is absolutely unchangeable.”
This made Precinct Chief Bruce seem a little disappointed, “There’s also the matter of personnel power…”
A slightly mocking smile appeared on John’s face, but it quickly faded, “Of course you have personnel power, but for the convenience of management, we will also make a certain degree of adjustments to the personnel arrangements of each precinct from time to time.”
“For example, adjusting you to the Starlight District or the Bay Area. This is actually a good thing, right?”
“I know, you all want to go to better precincts, the Starlight precinct, the Bay Area precinct, the city center. Those places can let you make more money, instead of always being in the same poor place.”
“You still have personnel control over the precincts. The only thing we will move is you precinct chiefs.”
These were actually all word games. Once Precinct Chief Bruce was transferred, no matter where he was transferred to, he would completely lose control over his subordinates.
He would become a puppet at the mercy of others. The police officers below would sideline him, and his old subordinates would be squeezed out by the new chief. Of course he knew these people’s tricks, but he couldn’t say anything.
John stared at Precinct Chief Bruce. A look of disappointment appeared on the latter’s face. He sat there in a daze for a while, during which he looked at his watch again, then stood up, “I’m going to the restroom…”
John did not stop him, “Please, go ahead.”
He watched as Precinct Chief Bruce walked into the restroom next to the dining room, a mocking look on his face. Now he needed someone to come over first.
After the other precincts all came over, the first thing he wanted to do was to replace all these people who were an eyesore!
What a piece of work, negotiating terms with me?
John got himself another beef rib. Although he looked down on Precinct Chief Bruce, he had to admit that he had some ability in choosing a restaurant.
The beef rib was tender and fell off the bone, very delicious.
Just as he was enjoying the meat on the beef rib, someone suddenly walked up to his side, “Someone asked me to pass on a message to you, sir.”
John’s gaze lingered on this half-grown kid who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen and was dressed very ordinarily for a moment, then he said, “What do you want to tell me?”
The teenager had a shy smile on his face, “Mr. Lance said, you don’t have to pay back the $3,000.”
In that instant, all the hairs on John’s body stood up. He whipped his head around to look out the window behind him. Several gunmen were already aiming their guns at him.
He had never found his body to be so agile. When his whole body was full of strength, the gunshots rang out…
The sound of a submachine gun. He knew it without having to turn his head.
The teenager had already retreated a few steps away the moment he turned his head, calmly looking at him.
There was a fierce look in his eyes. If he were given a chance, he would kill this half-grown teenager without hesitation.
The glass of the display window was shattered. Glass shards flew everywhere. The bullets penetrated the glass and hit his body, pushing him off balance and causing him to fall to the ground.
He couldn’t even feel the pain and still wanted to draw his gun to fight back!
But at this moment, he remembered that because he was wearing casual clothes, his gun was in its holster, and the holster was left in the car.
He didn’t know how many shots he had taken, but he knew he was dead!
Death had once been a very distant thing for him, but for some reason, it had suddenly arrived.
He lay in pain on the floor of the restaurant. Not only did he have gunshot wounds, but there were also some wounds on his face and head from the glass that were slowly bleeding.
His body kept convulsing, as if telling him to pull himself together!
But he really couldn’t pull himself together anymore!
His internal organs were all shattered into pieces. He couldn’t even move!
Precinct Chief Bruce, coming out of the restroom, looked at John, who had fallen to the ground and was vomiting blood mouthful after mouthful, and shook his head slightly.
He didn’t say a word, stepped over his head, and left this place.
John opened his mouth. A mouthful of blood gushed out, choking back the “f—k” he wanted to say. His head tilted to one side, and he had no more breath.
On the other side, at the Port District precinct, John’s old partner, ever since he was promoted to precinct chief, seemed to have entered another realm.
He had gotten a little fatter. Everyone knew that their new precinct chief’s favorite food was donuts.
He would bring two bags of donuts to the office to eat almost every day. Sometimes he would even ask someone to help him buy them. Some people privately called him the “Donut Chief.”
At this time, the Donut Chief was standing by the window. There was not much time left until lunch. He was thinking about what to eat for lunch when he suddenly discovered a freshly made donut stand on the sidewalk outside the police station.
He had a deep obsession with donuts. In fact, many people in the Federation were like this. As soon as they saw a donut, the taste and texture of a donut would appear in their mouths.
The slightly crispy texture, the aroma of the fermented dough fried to a brown color, and then the syrup, jam, or other sweet things, and the granular texture of the sugar…
One bite, and the texture of the oil and carbohydrates mixed with high sugar made people feel as if they were in heaven!
At the thought of this, his saliva began to secrete rapidly!
He swallowed, turned, and walked out of the office. He had to get some freshly made donuts!
Along the way, the police officers all greeted him, and he did his best to maintain his affable image.
He strode out of the police station, came to the side of the road, and stood in front of the stall, pointing at the donuts on display, “I want this one, this one, and these few…” he was choosing different flavors.
Freshly made donuts taste better. He also had some research on how to make donuts!
He even pointed out the unprofessional techniques of the stall owner in making donuts. If he weren’t the chief now, he would have loved to do it himself!
Just as he was waiting for the delicious food to arrive, the sound of screeching brakes suddenly came from behind him, making him turn his head involuntarily.
A car had stopped behind him. Two gunmen were sitting in the car, aiming their guns at him.
He ducked his neck sharply, wanting to escape, but the dense gunfire rang out!
The whole process took less than ten seconds. The car accelerated and disappeared at the end of the road.
He lay on the ground, struggling, desperately crawling towards the police station.
He was already powerless to shout for help. A large number of police officers ran out of the police station, only to see the chief lying in a pool of blood.
As for the gunmen?
They were long gone!
The donuts in the deep fryer kept tumbling in the hot oil. The beige-colored dough had already started to turn a golden brown, emitting a tempting aroma, but they would never wait for their owner!
In one morning, more than a dozen police officers were killed, including the acting chief of the city police department, the chief of the Port precinct, and officers from the city police department’s homicide division.
Some people analyzed some interesting facts from this information, which was that these people were all related to John, or rather, all related to the mayor.
For a time, under the already uncalm surface, the undercurrent became even more turbulent!
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