Mystery: Shadow of Order

The protests of the Disabled Soldiers Relief Association are not expected to be of little use to the Hillston Police Department, while the Veterans Club is somewhat better. Although it is somewhat unjustifiable, it is enough to put pressure on the Hillston Police Department.

Retired officers do not have military power, but they have enough influence, and some are even nobles, and many active officers often go to clubs.

Rawls tapped his index finger on the table and looked at August the housekeeper:

"How about the newspapers and reporters?"

"The Backlund Evening News will publish the news of Lancer Nozick in the afternoon, and the rest of the newspapers promised to publish it in the morning. As for the reporters from the major newspapers, they have already gone to interview Lancer Nozick and Martin Nozick. already."

"Um."

Rawls is assured of this. The wealthy businessmen in Hillston are still in the financial and mining industries. They don't really care about the media, let alone think that someone will come forward for the lonely Werther Gold.

But now that the Disabled Soldiers Relief Association and the Veterans Club are protesting together, the Hillston Police Department must contact the wealthy group behind them, otherwise they won't be able to withstand the pressure of the group of veteran officers.

But Martin Nozick was watched by reporters, it was difficult to contact Hillston's people, and in order to ensure his status, he had to "keep impartiality".

And when the Conservative Party knows about it, they will never give up this opportunity to crack down on the New Party's arrogance. Martin's situation will definitely be worse at that time.

Therefore, all Rawls has to do is "drag". As long as Mr. Gold's safety is guaranteed, he can easily transfer the blame from the illegal Hillston police station to Congressman Nozick.

"Where are the heads of associations and clubs?"

Steward August thought for a moment, then hesitantly said:

"Should have each returned."

Rawls continued without hesitation:

"You send someone, no, you go to contact them in person, and ask them to go to Judge Dwell with lawyer Jurgen to file a complaint, hurry up!"

Dwyer is a magistrate, appointed directly by King George III, but not a magistrate in the traditional sense. They are not responsible for the trial of the case, but specialize in policing. They have the power to issue orders to the police and monitor police for negligence and abuse of power.

"Yes."

"If they want to appeal again tomorrow, tell them that it's too late, and Werther Gold may have an accident. And also tell Judge Dwyer."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

This decision of his has speculations in it, and it also seems a little inhumane. The heads of associations and clubs may not necessarily follow Rawls's ideas.

That's why he asked his housekeeper to contact him personally. It's best for him to come forward. But in order to successfully take this case to himself and not be found by Congressman Nozick, he can only try his best to eliminate his sense of existence before the case enters the sentence.

Rawls took a deep breath. Although the case was unknown, with his knowledge of Mr. Gold and the tough attitude of the Hillston Police Department, he was certain that the case was not as simple as reported.

Rawls got up and said to Morris, the valet standing beside him:

"Morris, I'm going to take a nap. If August comes back, wake me up immediately."

He didn't have the habit of taking a nap at first, but he stayed up all night last night and only rested for two or three hours. This morning, I took the "Barbarian" potion again. After the mental stimulation brought by the potion subsided, fatigue came up.

He is not a "sleepless person". He only needs three to four hours of rest every day. He needs to rest, and he has to go to the East End at night to find opportunities to try his own abilities.

"Yes, sir."

……

Queens, in the study of a luxury villa.

Count Wolfe was smoking a cigar, and the smoke from the cigar rose, making his face looming in the smoke. From time to time, his face was full of sadness, his frowning brows collided with the wrinkles on his forehead, and his usually well-groomed moustache also showed a little grimness.

"Are you selling some land?"

Opposite Count Wolfe sat an elegant woman. Although she had delicate makeup on her face, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes still betrayed her age. She was Countess of Wolff, Carriea.

"no."

Count Wolfe took the cigar out of his mouth, revealing a clear face, a round face with the same hairline as most Loen people.

"How much land have we sold? 840,000 mu! But how much did we get? 290,000 pounds!"

"But, what if you don't continue to sell the land?"

"You just need to have a little less dance!"

Earl Wolfe glanced at his wife angrily. She would have a dance every week, and the money passed by dancing and the collision of wine glasses.

The countess turned her head to the side angrily, and no longer looked at Count Wolfe.

Count Wolfe sighed and took another cigar. In fact, for him, and for his family, 290,000 pounds can also be consumed for a year or two.

But what to do in the future?

The "Corn Act" was repealed~www.readwn.com~ The land was no longer valuable, the grain was no longer valuable, and the farmers were all driven into factories and became workers, which almost directly cut off the source of income for Earl Wolfe's family.

You can sell land this year, but what will you sell next year? After selling the land, do you still want the title!

It seems that they are going to shift their economic focus to other industries.

"Dong Dong Dong"

Suddenly there was a hurried knock on the door, and Count Wolf, who was already angry, became even more angry:

"Come in!"

The door of the study was pushed open, and a young man who was somewhat similar to Earl Wolf walked in.

"Father, mother, good afternoon."

When Earl Wolf saw that it was his youngest son, Todd, he said angrily:

"Todd, don't you know that I'm discussing things with your mother? How did your etiquette teacher teach you!"

Earl Wolfe's youngest son, Todd Wolfe, is 15 years old this year.

"Todd, do you have anything important?"

Countess Carya turned her head and made a straight face. She loved this little son the most, but today her husband was angry, so she had to stop herself.

As for what would happen to Todd, she had no hope. She understands her son herself, and the more excited he is, the more likely it is not a big deal, and it may even be just a rumor he heard from somewhere that can make him excitedly inform all the people around him.

"Martin Nozick's son Lancer Nozick involved in a shooting!"

"what?"

PS: Explain the questions in chapters 22 and 23, who is talking to the goddess about one thing - the lamp god.