The protest by the Disabled Soldiers Aid Association is unlikely to be of much use to the Hillston Police Department. The Veterans Officers Club is better. Although it has some unfair names, it is enough to put pressure on the Hillston Police Department.
Retired officers do not have military power, but they have enough influence. Some are even nobles, and many active officers often go to the club.
Rawls tapped his index finger on the table and looked at the butler August:
"What about the newspapers and reporters?"
"The Backlund Evening News will publish Lancer Nozick's news in the afternoon, and other newspapers have promised to publish it tomorrow morning. As for reporters from major newspapers, they have already gone to interview Lancer Nozick and Martin Nozick.
Already."
"Um."
Rawls is relieved about this. The group of wealthy businessmen in Hillston are still in the finance and mining industries. They don’t really care about the media, and they can’t even think that anyone would support the lonely Vit Gaude.
Get ahead.
But now that the Disabled Soldiers Aid Association and the Veteran Officers Club are protesting together, the Hillston Police Department must contact the group of wealthy people behind it, otherwise they will not be able to withstand the pressure of the group of veteran officers.
But Martin Nozick was watched by reporters, had difficulty contacting people at Hillston, and in order to maintain his status, he had to "remain impartial."
And when the Conservative Party finds out, they will never easily give up this opportunity to undermine the new party's arrogance. Martin's situation will definitely be even worse by then.
Therefore, all Rawls has to do is "drag". As long as Mr. Gothe's safety is ensured, he can easily shift the blame from the illegal Hillston Police Department to Congressman Nozick.
“Where are the heads of associations and clubs?”
Butler August thought for a moment, then hesitated and said:
"They should have returned individually."
Rawls continued without hesitation:
"Send someone, no, contact them personally, and ask them to go to Judge Dwyer with lawyer Jurgen to file a complaint, quickly!"
Dwyer is a magistrate, appointed directly by King George III, but is not a magistrate in the traditional sense of hearing cases. They are not responsible for hearing cases, but are specifically responsible for police work. They have the power to issue orders to the police and supervise
Whether the police have neglected their duties and abused their power.
"yes."
"If they want to appeal tomorrow, tell them it's too late and something might happen to Witte Gaude. And tell Judge Dwyer the same."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
There is an element of speculation in his decision, and it also seems a bit unreasonable. The leaders of the association and the club may not necessarily act according to Rawls's ideas.
That's why he asked his butler to contact him in person. It would be best for him to come forward in person. But in order to successfully bring this case to him without being found out by Senator Nozick, he could only try his best to eliminate his role in the case.
The sense of presence before entering the penalty.
Rawls took a long breath. Although the details of the case were unclear, based on his understanding of Mr. Gothe and the tough attitude of the Hillston Police Department, he could be sure that this case was not as simple as reported.
Rawls stood up and said to Morris, the valet standing beside him:
"Maurice, I'm going to take a nap. If August comes back, wake me up immediately."
He didn't have the habit of napping, but last night he stayed up all night and only rested for two or three hours. This morning he took the "Savage" potion again. After the mental stimulation brought by the potion subsided, fatigue came back.
.
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 District at night to find opportunities to test his abilities.
"Yes, sir."
…
In the study room of a luxury villa in Queens.
Count Wolfe was smoking a cigar, and the smoke from the cigar rose, making his face looming in the smoke. The face that was revealed from time to time was full of sorrow, and the frown on his forehead collided with the wrinkles on his forehead.
The neatly trimmed mustache also showed a bit of ferocity.
"Are you selling some land?"
Opposite Count Wolfe sat an elegant woman. Although her face was exquisitely made up, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes still betrayed her age. She was Countess Wolfe's Callia.
"no."
Earl Wolfe took out the cigar from his mouth, revealing a clear face, with a long round face and the same hairline as most Loen people.
"How much land have we sold? 840,000 acres! But how much money have we received? 290,000 pounds!"
"But what should we do if we don't continue to sell the land?"
"You just need to hold less dance parties!"
Count Wolfe glanced at his wife with some annoyance. She had a dance every week, and money was lost in the dancing and the collision of wine glasses.
The countess turned her head to the side in anger, no longer looking at Count Wolfe.
Earl Wolfe sighed and smoked his cigar again. In fact, for him and his family, 290,000 pounds can be consumed in one or two years.
But what to do next?
The "Corn Act" was abolished, land was no longer valuable, grain was no longer valuable, and farmers were driven into factories and became workers, which almost directly cut off the financial source of Earl Wolfe's family.
You can sell land this year, but what will you sell next year? If you sell the land, do you still want the title?
It seems that they are shifting their economic focus to other industries.
"Dong dong dong"
Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door, and Count Wolfe, who was already angry, became even more angry:
"Come in!"
The door to the study room was pushed open, and a young man who looked somewhat similar to Count Wolfe walked in.
"Father, mother, good afternoon."
When Earl Wolfe saw his youngest son Todd, who was the most obscure, he said angrily:
"Todd, don't you know I'm discussing things with your mother? What did your etiquette teacher teach you!"
Todd Wolfe, Earl Wolfe's youngest son, is 15 years old this year and is not yet a minor, which is an inconspicuous age.
"Todd, do you have anything important to do?"
Countess Gallia turned her head and kept a serious face. She usually loved her youngest son the most, but today her husband was angry, so she had to stop him.
As for Todd, she didn't have any hope that anything important would happen. She knew her son herself, and the more excited he was, the more likely it was that it wasn't a big deal, or even just a rumor he heard somewhere.
He excitedly informed everyone around him.
“Martin Nozick’s son Lancer Nozick was involved in a shooting!”
"What?"
PS: Explain the question in Chapters 22 and 23, who is talking to the goddess about one thing - the djinn.