Darkstone Code
Chapter 231 - 0229 Obligations of New Friends and Friends

Chapter 231: 0229 Obligations of New Friends and Friends

Lynch waved his hand and gave away ten cars. Even if they were used, it still involved tens of thousands of dollars. Moreover, Director Fix didn’t believe Lynch would donate used cars to the Police Station, as it would be beneath him. From what Director Fix knew of him, he wouldn’t do such a thing.

Inside the police department, there had also been talk about the issue of vehicles. A precinct has only a few cars; the precinct director certainly needs one for personal use. Shouldn’t the other officers also have one, or should several officers share one car?

In the end, there might be only one or two patrolling police cars on the roads, and they complained that this was very inconvenient.

If they could get these ten cars, it might not rally the veterans to his side, but at least it would prove his capability to improve the working conditions of the police department.

He rubbed the back of his hand and lowered his voice slightly, "Mr. Lynch, honestly, I am very tempted by your proposal, but I still have some doubts. I hope you can clear them up for me!"

Lynch nodded and showed an expression of attentive listening.

"Let’s talk openly. What do you want from me?" Director Fix stared into Lynch’s eyes, and Lynch met his gaze.

In fact, Director Fix wasn’t the kind of director who stayed in the office all the time. Most police directors had rich work experience because the organization itself was a violent group.

Plus, freedom is the spirit of the Federation. Someone who relies on connections to become a police director won’t last long in this place.

Only if he can at least produce some convincing results will people give him the respect he deserves.

During Director Fix’s promotion, he had encountered many criminals. He had looked into their eyes and seen many special things there.

Few could meet his gaze for more than ten seconds after knowing his job and title, but now he encountered an exception.

Lynch’s pure eyes showed no complexity. They were just eyes—clear, transparent, without evasive guilt or feigned toughness, calm and gentle as if they held nothing at all!

"I just want to be friends with you, Director Fix," Lynch continued, meeting Director Fix’s gaze. "Everyone knows I’m a businessman. Sometimes I encounter small troubles, but if people know I have a police director as a friend, they might reconsider whether it’s worthwhile to do certain bad things."

Lynch subtly flattered Director Fix, "After all, everyone knows Sabin City is the territory of a crime-busting star!"

Director Fix hadn’t agreed yet, but Lynch immediately sweetened the deal, "I heard the police also have their own club?"

"That’s true!" Director Fix nodded. This was something most people knew. Initially, a few policemen rented a house to play cards and drink for fun after work.

More and more people joined, and gradually a club formed, called the ’Blue Club.’ It didn’t have a very clear meaning, perhaps referring to the base color of their uniforms.

Now, the club has grown larger, and many police officers on night shifts don’t go straight home afterwards; they go to the club to play cards, drink a little, and relax before heading home.

Lynch nodded, "Recently, I’ve seen how hard and dangerous the police work. Inspired by your leadership, Director Fix, I’m willing to donate twenty thousand Federation Sol to the police club to thank them for everything they do for us..."

After saying this, he took out his checkbook, filled in the amount of twenty thousand, and signed his name!

While the car donation had left Director Fix a bit hesitant, the additional twenty thousand donation was enough to regain the support of the people in the police system.

Ultimately, having money, connections, and being able to provide benefits for subordinates would earn people’s recognition and respect.

Director Fix seemed to hesitate for a long time, but the moment he saw Lynch’s signature, he had already agreed, "I didn’t expect Mr. Lynch to value me so much and care about the police community. If I hesitate any further, I’d be foolish."

He stood up proactively and extended his hand again, shaking hands with Lynch.

At this moment, someone happened to walk by on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. He instinctively turned to look through the restaurant window, perhaps to see if the roadside restaurant was as bustling as before.

He didn’t see many people, just as he initially thought, but he did observe an interesting scene.

A middle-aged man slightly leaning forward was shaking hands with a young man with a straight posture. Even though he knew the middle-aged man wasn’t bowing, just trying not to turn the handshake into a hold, his demeanor seemed somewhat... accommodating.

The passerby sighed. People no longer respected the elderly or life; only money and power were respected.

Inside the restaurant, the two had sat back down, and the check was discreetly wrapped in a napkin and pushed away by Lynch.

Now that their relationship had made unprecedented progress, it became easier to talk about certain things.

As Director Fix laid his napkin, he casually picked up a small piece of paper that had fallen, and asked offhandedly, "Mr. Lynch, you’ve done so much for me and the police. Is there anything I can repay you with?"

He chuckled twice while saying this, "Helping each other is what friends are for." He just sought a bit of psychological comfort, nothing more.

He didn’t want a future where, just as he was about to forget or had already forgotten this affair, Lynch suddenly asked him to do something impossible. That would be tormenting.

Lynch smiled, "I want to know why the police withdrew from Gap’s house."

Director Fix suddenly froze, his actions of setting the tableware coming to a halt. Just a second ago, he was quite enthusiastic, but now, the smile on his face was gone, replaced by a serious expression.

His hands dropped by his sides, and he slightly tilted his head, looking at Lynch, as if contemplating why he would ask such a question.

They kept eye contact, Lynch’s eyes just as simple, clear, and transparent as Director Fix had observed earlier, with no complexity.

But the more this was the case, the more he felt a chilliness.

When a person can completely hide their emotional fluctuations, concealing their true self, that’s when they are most terrifying.

"May I know why you are interested in these matters?" Director Fix truly couldn’t see through Lynch and had to voice his inner confusion.

Lynch pursed his lips, "I don’t care whether Gap is dead or alive, but his wife is my personal accountant and also the financial director of my company. I don’t want some matters to affect me, I hope you understand."

Perhaps understanding Lynch’s words, perhaps "understanding" Lynch’s words, or perhaps understanding Lynch’s "words," the tight muscles on Director Fix’s face slightly relaxed.

He hesitated a little and then told a story, "When I was still a regular officer, I ran into a small problem."

"You know, those guys from the FBI love doing this thing where, after we gather all the evidence, they swoop in and take over some cases from us..."

In Bail Federal, the police and the FBI have been entangled in love and hate for many years. The police force even added some new offices within its system to counteract the FBI’s interference in criminal cases.

For example, the Major Case Investigation Office, or Major Crimes Unit, the Economic Crimes Investigation Office, and so on. These offices are specifically set up as countermeasures against the FBI.

Over the years, while cooperation occurred occasionally, more often than not were conflicts, competing for cases, sabotaging each other while solving a case, things that happened all the time without being stopped. The higher-ups eventually let them do as they please.

Some even consider such competition beneficial, aiding case resolutions and being advantageous for the entire system.

"I happened to come across a case, and during this process, I happened to meet Mr. Neo, who provided me with some help to solve the case before those wild dogs from the FBI could."

He pursed his mouth as he spoke to this point, "I’ve known Mr. Neo for some time now; he’s a good person who offered me plenty of help when I needed it."

Lynch already knew the outcome, and he nodded, appearing quite in agreement with Director Fix’s narrative, "So when he needs your help, you would assist him, too."

Director Fix solemnly nodded, "That’s what I mean; friends should help each other."

After the last syllable faded, there was a moment of silence between the two before Lynch switched topics, "You know I’ve formed a women’s professional football team, right?"

Lynch’s sudden change of topic made Fix realize that Lynch had obtained his desired answer, and the atmosphere lightened.

Director Fix’s face showed more smiles, "Yes, I’ve heard about it. I also heard those girls dress quite lightly during practice?"

Lynch displayed a smile that every man could understand, a magical demeanor according to Fix, as Lynch could shift his expressions at will, allowing people to sense his ’inner world,’ which wasn’t easy.

"I plan to hold a match with Fox and his son’s team next week. I hope you can come."

Without hesitation, Director Fix agreed, "No problem, can I bring a few more people along?"

The atmosphere between the two grew increasingly cordial, just like genuine friends!