bookbashuk Chapter 39 Injustice, They Went All Out!
Chapter 39 Injustice, They Went All Out!
The lead second-level police officer checked the ronin's identification, asked a few questions, and then waved for him to leave.
The ronin didn't seem to appreciate it, angrily cursing a few times in Japanese and glaring fiercely at the young man opposite him.
The lead second-level police officer turned to Niu Daikui, who was handcuffed, raised his chin, and said imperiously, "Behave yourself and come with us to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. Maybe you'll be released after a few months."
Outsiders might think this is meant to comfort him and persuade him to cooperate and not put up futile resistance.
But the two third-level patrol officers standing guard on either side exchanged a glance, and a look of realization appeared on their faces.
It's the end of the month and they're trying to boost their sales figures, so they're planning to pin the other assault cases on this young man!
When it comes to taking the blame, it's the key to solving cases for the police.
However, usually, they would send someone from their respective gangs, or find some penniless thugs with nowhere to live to take the blame, and then they would spend a few months in the police station's detention room.
As long as they aren't tried and sent to a western prison, there shouldn't be any major problems.
Moreover, these people are here to take the blame, so their treatment won't be bad.
You don't have to worry about being bullied inside, and you can get a full meal every day.
In fact, no matter what era, there are always many people who go to detention centers to get food.
Even in the free countries known as the beacon of the world, many people who have been there end up as homeless, deliberately committing minor offenses to get food and drink, hoping to find shelter from the wind and rain and survive the cold winter.
It is said that there was a person named Donut who was living a good life in China and was considered middle class. Later, he went to his spiritual motherland, which he longed for.
When they got there, they had no money left and could only live as homeless people.
With winter approaching and the freezing weather making it difficult to endure, he deliberately committed a crime and went to jail for a few months.
This way they can spend the winter inside.
Who would have thought that some "kind" people would actually pay $20,000 in bail fees to release him?
It's said that betting odds have been set up for him to survive the winter.
Even the $20,000 was guaranteed in his name, and he will be responsible for repaying it in the future.
In other words, he failed to seek refuge there and instead incurred a debt of $20,000!
Life became even more difficult...
The police in the French Concession were always shouting orders and colluding with gang members to oppress merchants and ordinary people, all for the sake of making money. As long as they could meet their targets and receive their allowances, that was enough.
They don't care about the lives of ordinary people, let alone whether they are innocent or not.
Anyone who tries to be different won't last long in the police station.
Only by going with the flow can one survive in the police station.
A philosopher once said a classic and timeless admonition.
If you don't take it, how can I take it?
If I don't take it, how can Commissioner Geng take it?
If Commissioner Geng doesn't take it, how can you and I make progress?
This is also why Shen Lang chose to continue the style of asking for instructions from his predecessor, both as a form of protection and to continue working in the police station.
This young man in front of us is the perfect scapegoat!
Moreover, having already fallen to the point of making a living by performing, they naturally have no powerful connections.
Arresting him would not only resolve this conflict and incident, but also settle some assault cases along the way. Why not do it?
They coaxed us into cooperating, saying we only needed to stay in the detention cell for a few months before being released.
However, once framed for several cases and sent to trial, and imprisoned in the Western Prison, which was feared by the people of the foreign concessions, it was very difficult to come out alive.
Losing one's life in a single conflict is not an isolated case in this cannibalistic dark age.
But who cares?
Niu Daikui's hands were cuffed behind his back, and his wide eyes were filled with disbelief.
I don't understand why he was arrested for simply doing a good deed and preventing a tragedy.
Although the police officer said nice things, if there was really nothing wrong, why put him in handcuffs?
He hurriedly and loudly protested, "I didn't fight! I only intervened because I saw that Japanese ronin was about to harm this old man!"
"He was the one who hit someone, why did you let him go?"
"You've arrested the wrong person! You've arrested the wrong person!"
In his unwilling struggle, the handcuffs tightened more and more, turning his wrists a dark purple.
The handcuffs made a soft clicking sound, as if they were about to snap.
The old man selling peanuts and melon seeds hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Officer, you've arrested the wrong person! He didn't hurt anyone; it was that Japanese man who hit me!"
The second-level police officer didn't bother listening to the old man's explanation, nor did he care if he shouted, "This is none of your business. If you dare say another word, you'll be arrested too!"
The loud shout not only startled the old man, but also made the onlookers instinctively back away.
They seemed afraid that if they stood too close, they would also be arrested.
"Take him away!" The second-level police officer waved his hand, his fierce gaze sweeping around as if warning anyone who dared to say another word.
The crowd fell silent; no one dared to utter a single word.
They knew all too well what kind of people the police in the foreign concessions were.
It's no secret that many police officers have joined gangs; in fact, there are even instances of police stations colluding with gangs, directly having gang members wear uniforms and act as police officers to collect money.
So no one dared to say anything, and even if they were dissatisfied, they could only endure it.
"Wait!" Just as the two police officers were about to take the man away, a loud, clumsy shout rang out.
The ronin strode forward, a smug look on his face, and mocked, "See? Because I'm a citizen of the Great Japanese Empire, the police in the French Concession don't dare do anything to me!"
"On the contrary, because you tried to help someone, he still arrested you as a troublemaker."
"Hahaha, how can you lowly people compare to the noble citizens of the Empire!"
"I'll deal with you first, then I'll go kill that old bastard!"
The ronin, seemingly humiliated by being beaten to the ground, had a ferocious expression on his face as he viciously threatened the old man with death.
At the same time, he picked up a brick from the ground and smashed it hard against Niu Daikui's head.
The palm-sized brick, carrying a sharp gust of wind, hurtled straight at his forehead; the attack was ruthless, aimed entirely at his temple with a deadly intent.
Even if he killed someone, as a Japanese citizen, he could simply pay a fine and leave unscathed.
Back when I was in Northeast China, it was such a comfortable time. Chinese people weren't allowed to walk in the middle of the road, and they had to bow and greet him when they saw him.
If you don't like someone, you can just beat them to death in the street without having to bear any responsibility!
In other words, you only need to pay some money when you come to the French Concession, but it's not for the deceased; it's for bribing the police station.
Moreover, this money will be publicly recorded and distributed as subsidies.
In the French Concession, as long as you had money and connections, killing a few low-level people was no big deal.
Niu Daikui watched as the brick hurtled towards him with a sharp whistling sound, but with his hands cuffed behind his back and controlled by two police officers, he had no way to dodge.
His eyes widened in anxiety, and despair rose in his heart.
Just as it was about to hit his head, an angry shout rang out: "Go to hell!"