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Chapter 91 - 91 19 Different People Have Different Cooperation

91: Chapter 19 Different People Have Different Cooperation 91: Chapter 19 Different People Have Different Cooperation The highest leadership department within the Saint Rodu police system is the Chief’s Committee.

However, the other members of the Chief’s Committee had various reasons for not managing specific affairs anymore.

Tonks was different.

Though sixty years old, his ambition was unwavering.

As the head of the police department, he clearly had a good hand to play, but he wanted to cross over into politics.

Once a person desires something, they become easily controlled by others.

He hoped to use the power of the Democratic Party to get a ticket into politics, but the West Coast already had enough Democrats; they didn’t need a 60-year-old man.

Especially one who had served the Republican Party in his youth.

As a local of Saint Rodu who was also past sixty, Tonks had no chance of starting over somewhere else; he could only rely on the Democratic Party.

Therefore, to prove his loyalty, he had no choice but to be the big shots’ lapdog within the Democratic Party.

“How’s the situation?

Still going smoothly?”

Upon hearing Tonks’s question, Klauer could only offer a bitter smile.

Would I call you if it were going smoothly?

If it were, I would directly hold a press conference, you old fart!

“Respected Mr.

Tonks, the kidnappers seem a bit special.

They don’t want money and appear determined to confront the police to the end.

But we have the resolve and the capability to strike down any criminal acts.

With just your command, we can take immediate action!”

This was essentially saying: Lao Deng, it’s difficult to handle, and I’m planning to launch a forceful attack, but I won’t move until you give the order because I don’t want to take the blame.

Although there was a clear hierarchy between the two, Klauer still had some autonomy, at least, he could decide to keep stalling without launching the assault.

Not attacking meant no blame to shoulder, but if the assault went wrong, he would have to bear a heavy burden.

Moreover, even if the assault was successful, it wouldn’t count as meritorious if even one person died.

If the patron’s child died during the battle between police and kidnappers, Klauer’s future path would become much more difficult.

Tonks certainly knew the situation was tricky, but he had a plan in mind already.

“Klauer, we’ve known each other for a long time; Saint Rodu has so many police incidents every day, and you all have been working hard.

If you’re short of police forces, Gru from the Niangniang Temple precinct can also cooperate with you.”

What this old Lao Deng meant was also very clear: Saint Rodu has so many incidents to deal with, so I’ll dispatch a few of my subordinates, and then I can use the excuse of insufficient police forces to have the Niangniang Temple precinct take the heat.

“Mr.

Tonks, for the security of Saint Rodu, we are duty-bound!”

After hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on Klauer’s face.

Tonks’s meaning was clear, put Gru in the hot seat and roast him to death!

‘That kid climbed up too fast, and he has always been disobedient; indeed, it’s about time he got a good lesson.’

Klauer thought contemptuously of Gru’s smug expression when he evaded his responsibilities and left.

The conversation between Klauer and Tonks was brief from start to finish, without a single mention of information about the patron’s child.

They had already reached a despicable agreement—no, not despicable.

Dispatching all available police forces for the security of Saint Rodu and requiring support from fellow officers can hardly be considered despicable, can it?

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As a veteran, Scott had entered a highly excited state after shaking off the initial PTSD.

Even though his attempt to escape had failed, he hadn’t lost heart even after becoming a hostage.

In this tense and thrilling environment, he felt an eager impulse to try his hand.

His previous interactions with Cheng Daqi made him realize that Cheng Daqi was not only not a con man but rather someone with substantial ideas and intelligence.

So, in such a situation, when he wanted to find a collaborator to discuss how to deal with the danger, he thought of Cheng Daqi.

“Cheng, these kidnappers have definitely received military training,” Scott said, whispering to Cheng Daqi on the other side of the bookshelf as he pushed it.

“The way each one of them holds a gun is very standard.

Do you remember the conversation they had just now outside the hidden room?

They’re extremely alert and professional, these aren’t your ordinary kidnappers.” Cheng Daqi nodded in agreement.

What kidnappers would use masks of five superheroes from the Avengers Alliance?

What kidnappers would remain calm and confident of escaping unscathed, even when surrounded by the police?

“I saw them as they arrived; they kidnapped a child and then entered the library.

But now, that child isn’t among us hostages.”

Scott pondered for a moment and asked,

“Are you suggesting that the child is already dead, or?”

Cheng Daqi shook his head; he wasn’t sure what exactly had happened to the child.

The child could have been released, might be dead, or could be held somewhere else.

“Scott, I think we should try to work with that female reporter,” Cheng Daqi suggested.

“She came in from the outside and might have been exposed to more information, know more about the situation.”

Thinking of the female reporter, Scott grimaced.

At a critical moment of life and death for them, just before opening the door, she had to do a news broadcast first.

And the first thing she did after opening the door was to try to interview him—how could Scott not loathe her?

“Didn’t you hear what that female reporter said?

She wanted to do a live broadcast for the kidnappers, and ABC Television could even get a lawyer for the kidnappers; what use would she be to us?”

“All our cellphones have been taken, we’re in the dark about the kidnappers’ information, and we don’t know the situation outside.”

Being kidnapped for the first time, Cheng Daqi was also not sure how to defuse the danger, but he felt that it was always good to get a bit more information.

Like, why did the kidnappers wear masks of Avengers Alliance characters?

Why did the kidnappers deliberately choose to come to the library?

It wasn’t because Cheng Daqi had a contrary psychology—feeling that his prediction that the kidnappers wouldn’t come to the library had been broken, making up excuses for himself.

He was confident his probability estimates were reliable, the kidnappers could have gone to a jewelry store or a bank, could have stolen money or gold.

The kidnappers also could have chosen a secluded place beforehand as a den and prepared the main field ahead of time.

As a public place, the library certainly couldn’t have had much preparation done by the kidnappers before today.

The recent conversation between Iron Man and The Hulk had already given him a clue.

They acted very cautiously and meticulously and were also setting traps.

Such people, choosing an old library as the place to confront the police, must have a special purpose.

“Why don’t we have a signal now?

The computer says it can’t connect to the network.”

Thor, who had been setting up the live broadcast equipment, found the network unresponsive after everything was ready.

“Damn, the police have jammed all the signals here; even the mobile network is cut off.

It seems we won’t be able to broadcast.”

The Wasp confirmed Thor’s information; their plans for a live broadcast seemed to be ruined.

“Can we have that female reporter broadcast live with the TV station’s camera?”

Thor asked Iron Man.