shadow empire

A police car was slowly approaching from a distance with the sound of beeps. The officer sitting in the passenger seat was eating a donut he had just bought.

It's not an ordinary donut, but a donut with strawberry jam filling, drizzled with powdered sugar and then sprinkled with honey. It's so sweet that it's unappetizing.

But the federals just like this, and then have a glass of carbonated drink and burp a lot of methane, which may be what most federals pursue!

"Guess why Anderson called the police this time?"

The police officer driving the car observed the changes in the traffic on the road and said, "It is very likely that the group of people went there again."

"He must have offended someone. I asked around yesterday and Old Mac didn't know about it."

Old Mike is called Mike Irvin, a cadre of the Doug family.

On the surface, there are five major families in LOS City that rule the entire underground world, but that does not mean that there are only five families here. If they really do this, there is a high probability that they will soon become a thing of the past.

In fact, every street and every administrative district is managed by different gang forces, from large to small.

A large one may have thousands of people, while a small one may only have a dozen or twenty people.

The five major families are just the top ones, but they are not the only ones here.

The Doug family is one of the three major gangs in the Bay Area. Above them are the five major families. Every quarter, members of the Doug family need to pay a certain amount of "fees" to the above as an example of their respect and compliance with the order of LOS City.

The five major families will also allow him to continue running his family business here. This is the rule of the game in LOS City and even in the federal underground world.

No one can monopolize the benefits, no matter if he is a small fry at the bottom or at the top of the pyramid.

After the police officer returned yesterday, he called Old Mac and asked him if he knew about this matter. Old Mac was not clear about it and did not intend to take any action.

The Doug family does not make profits by collecting fees from roadside commercial establishments. They do not value this small amount of money, so they have no direct contact with Mr. Anderson.

Doug's family did have a street gang that came to collect the money, but he scolded them away. Plus, Mr. Anderson did know some celebrities, and the family didn't want to cause any problems because of the dozens of dollars in monthly fees from the gangs.

So they were told not to have any contact with Mr. Anderson. When Old Mac heard that Mr. Anderson was in trouble, he was not angry but very happy.

"That old dog should be made to suffer a little, otherwise he won't understand that paying us money is not us blackmailing him, but purely for his protection!"

The police officer quite agrees with Old Mac's shameless bandit remarks, because he would also use similar methods to get some benefits.

The police officer driving the car shrugged indifferently, took out a cigarette with his free hand and lit it, "I don't care who is causing trouble for him, I just want him to know that calling the police is free, but the police will pay."

His partner chuckled and laughed, biting into the donut with great joy.

Soon the car stopped by the roadside, just as Anderson ran back from a distance. The police officer got out of the car and was about to say hello to Mr. Anderson, but suddenly he covered his nose, "My Lord, what the hell is this smell? Did someone poop in their pants?"

His partner pointed to the side of the road and said, "I don't know if he peed in his pants, but he must have peed on the ground."

There was a light yellow stain on the ground. The moisture had been dried up by the strong sunlight, but the smell still lingered.

Mr. Anderson gasped, "These... Damn it, they're coming again!"

The police officer moved to the side and asked, "You're taking up the table again?"

Mr. Anderson took a deep breath, "They... came to the door of my restaurant to shit, and they had fucking diarrhea!"

"Fuck!"

"These bitches should all be drowned in the toilet!"

The police officer looked a little strange. "So you called us here because someone pooped on the ground outside your restaurant?"

Mr. Anderson looked shocked. "Is it possible that I can't call you?"

The police officer felt better, probably because he was starting to get used to the smell. The process of humans getting used to a stimulating sensation is gradual. People will accept it quickly at first, but it will take a long time to fully accept it.

"How do you want me to deal with these homeless people?"

"Arrest them and lock them up for pooping in public?"

"Although what they did was not right, we will only expel them and report the matter to the city administration."

Open defecation has always been a very troublesome problem in the Federation, even though the Federation and some countries have touted it as the light of world civilization.

But here, there are many more people who urinate and defecate in public than in some backward countries!

Regardless of whether they are men or women, in some backward areas, as long as they have it, they will take off their pants and defecate even in the middle of the road, and then put on their pants and walk away without wiping.

They have tried to arrest people before, but the cost of police force to catch someone urinating or defecating in public far outweighs the significance of arresting someone for urinating or defecating in public.

No one will be caught for urinating or defecating in public. Next time, he will just run home to use the toilet, or go to a hamburger shop to buy a hamburger and use the toilet at the same time.

So basically all cities don't care about this matter, and this time they are homeless people, so there is no money to be made from them. We have to feed them, bathe them, and even prepare a new set of clothes for them when we go back.

The director would call him a "stupid pig" for half an hour to warn him not to do stupid things next time.

He doesn't want to care.

Mr. Anderson was very angry. The anger accumulated over the past few days made him blurt out in extreme anger, "I only gave you twenty dollars."

The police officer's expression wasn't so good anymore, he knew this man was troublesome but he still didn't like this feeling.

His partner came over from the other side of the car with his hand on the holster. Although he would not actually draw his gun and shoot, most people could not bear this kind of pressure.

The police officer was quite annoyed, "How about I return the twenty dollars to you?"

Anderson realized that he had done something wrong. He apologized repeatedly, "That's not what I meant. I..."

The police officer didn't want to say anything more to him. Twenty dollars was not a lot of money, and he only got ten dollars!

He took out twenty dollars and threw it on the ground, then turned around and walked to the car and picked up the intercom, "GPPD...Officer replying...Alarm number, we have arrived at the scene and did not find any problems. It may be a false alarm."

After a few seconds, a response came from the radio, "Confirmed, please return to the precinct and wait, ...Officer."

The officer glanced at Mr. Anderson and sat back in the car, his hand pressed against the edge of the window. "If you make a false alarm again, I will report it to my superiors."

"Also, don't forget, this is my patrol area!"

As he said that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The police officer didn't want to get involved in this matter. No matter who did it, he couldn't collect any fees from Mr. Anderson anyway. He could only come here occasionally to get some pocket money and would be called upon every day.

It was only twenty dollars. Did he really think that twenty dollars would have much effect?

​​The manager watched everything happen from the side lines. He didn't know what to say except sighing silently.

He walked to the side of the road and picked up the twenty dollars. Mr. Anderson's cooking skills are impeccable. Everyone who has eaten the dishes he cooks will praise them for being delicious.

But he is terrible as a person and in business, otherwise he would not have almost closed down his business last year due to poor management.

The situation only improved after I hired a manager.

"You greedy wild dogs, go back and gnaw on your mother's corpse!" Mr. Anderson raised his middle finger towards the back of the police car.

When I turned around, I saw the manager.

He was very satisfied with this manager. Since the manager came, the restaurant's sales began to rise continuously.

Even though the food in the kitchen didn't change, people started coming here to eat anyway, and this was all thanks to the manager.

He is still very tolerant towards his manager.

"If you offend the police, who can protect us?" The manager was also a little angry.

Mr. Anderson didn't care. "I will call and complain to them. Besides, I know Mr.... He has some connections with the branch chief."

It seemed like he didn't think much when he said these words. It's not like you have a friendship with them, but it's theirs. If you want to use other people's favours, it's unknown what the cost will be.

It was something that could have been solved by just saying a few nice words and giving a little money, but it ended up like this.

"Can you tell me why these people come here every day?"

Mr. Anderson asked the apprentice and the waiter to continue cleaning up the manure on the ground, and whispered, "Last year, I had no cash at all because of many things, and the restaurant needed capital turnover, so I borrowed some money from a loan shark."

The manager heard this and realized that Mr. Anderson was really a talent, but he still asked, "And then?"

"I borrowed $2,000 but they wanted me to pay back $5,000, which was impossible for me to pay back, so this is what happened."

The manager tried to persuade him, "Maybe if you pay back the money, everything will be over."

Mr. Anderson, who had been able to maintain his patience, immediately lost his composure and shouted louder, "You want me to pay you back?"

"I won't give money to that greedy bastard even if I'm in a coffin!"

"Everything is negotiable, except this one!"

"Aren't they just here to shit?"

"Come on, let them pull, I'll see how far they can pull!"

Lance, who was standing across the street, watched everything happen. The two homeless men were already sweating profusely.

Lance gave them a look and they ran towards the restaurant entrance. Mr. Anderson and the manager had obviously seen the two men, but they hesitated when they were about to stop them.

The image of the apprentice with faeces all over his body and face seemed to appear in their memories. Just as they hesitated, two "tong tong" sounds appeared, and the ground that had just been washed was covered with a layer of yellow soup again.

Then, two reporters appeared out of nowhere, pressed the shutter twice, took the photos and ran away before they could react.

When the manager wanted to chase after him, it was too late. He suddenly felt a little desperate.

Life, which had just gotten better, seemed to be sliding towards the abyss again...