Otaku Translation: Blackstone Code Chapter 229

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Lynch gave away ten cars without any hesitant. Even if they were second-hand, that was still worth a few thousand bucks. Besides, Chief Fix didn't think Lynch would donate used cars to the police station; he wouldn't disgrace himself like that. From what Fix knew about Lynch, he wouldn’t do such a thing.

Internally, the police station had discussions about their vehicle situation. A precinct only had a few cars, and the precinct chief needed one exclusively for himself. Should the remaining team leaders also have their own, or should they share one?

In the end, there might only be one or two patrol cars available on the roads, which was highly inconvenient. If they could get these ten cars, it wouldn't just be about getting those veterans on his side. At the very least, it would prove his capability in improving the police station's working conditions.

Fix rubbed the back of his hand, lowering 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, making a gesture to indicate he was all ears.

"Let's be frank. What do you want from me?" Chief Fix stared into Lynch's eyes, and Lynch met his gaze.

Chief Fix wasn't the kind of chief who stayed in the office all the time. Most police chiefs had extensive work experience because the police force was inherently a violent organization. In the Baylor Federation, where freedom was valued, someone who got the chief's position through connections wouldn't last long.

Only if he could deliver some convincing results would people give him the respect he deserved. During his career, Fix had encountered many criminals. Very few people could maintain eye contact with him for more than ten seconds once they knew his job and title, but now he encountered an exception.

Lynch’s pure eyes didn't contain any complexity; they were just a pair of eyes, clear and transparent, without evasiveness or fake toughness. They were calm and gentle, like they held nothing at all.

"I just want to be friends with you, Chief Fix," Lynch said, still holding Fix's gaze. "Look, everyone knows I'm a businessman. Every now and then I'd run into little troubles, but if people knew I had a friend who's a police chief, I think they'd reconsider if it's worth causing trouble."

Lynch subtly complimented Chief Fix, "After all, everyone knows Sabin City is a crime-fighter's territory."

Before Chief Fix could respond, Lynch upped the ante, "I heard the police have their own club?"

"That's right." Chief Fix nodded. This was something most people knew. It began with a few police officers seeking some relaxation after their shifts. Initially, they rented a house to play cards and have a few drinks. However, as more colleagues joined in, their gatherings evolved into a formal club known as the "Blue Club." The name didn’t have a specific meaning, but it likely referred to the color of their uniforms.

Now, the club had grown significantly. Many officers on night shifts wouldn’t go home immediately after work; they'd go to the club to play cards, drink a little, and unwind before heading home.

Lynch nodded, "I've seen the hard work and dangers the police face lately. Inspired by you, Chief Fix, I'm willing to donate twenty thousand federal thors to the police club, to thank the police for all they do..."

As he spoke, he took out a checkbook, filled in the amount, and signed his name.

If donating cars still made Chief Fix hesitant, now with the addition of a twenty-thousand-bucks donation, it was enough for Chief Fix to regain support within the police department. Essentially, having money, connections, and the ability to provide benefits for subordinates would earn people’s recognition and respect.

Though Chief Fix appeared to hesitate for a while, seeing Lynch sign the check sealed his decision. "I didn't expect Mr. Lynch to value me personally and care so much about the police force. If I hesitated any longer, I'd be a fool."

He stood up and extended his hand, shaking Lynch’s hand firmly.

At that moment, someone happened to walk past the restaurant on the sidewalk. By a strange coincidence, he turned to glance through the restaurant’s window, perhaps curious if the place was as lively as before.

He didn’t see many people, as expected, but he saw an interesting scene. A middle-aged man was slightly leaning forward, shaking hands with a young man standing straight. Even though he knew the middle-aged man wasn't actually bowing, just avoiding turning the handshake into a pull, it looked somewhat deferential.

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

Inside the restaurant, the two men sat down again, and Lynch discreetly slipped the check into a napkin and pushed it over. After their relationship advanced significantly, conversations became easier.

As Fix arranged his napkin and picked up his dropped note, he casually asked, "Mr. Lynch, you've done so much for me and the police. Is there anything I can do in return?"

Before Lynch said anything, he added while laughing, "Helping each other is what friends do." He was merely seeking psychological comfort. He didn't want Lynch to one day demand something he couldn’t deliver.

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

Fix, busy with his utensils, suddenly froze. His enthusiasm vanished, replaced by a serious expression. His hands fell to his sides, and he looked at Lynch, pondering why he asked.

They maintained eye contact. Lynch’s eyes were as clear and pure as before, but this made Fix feel a chill. When someone could completely hide their emotions, it made them truly dangerous.

"Can I know why you're interested in this?" Fix couldn’t fathom Lynch so he could only choose to voice his confusion.

Lynch shrugged, "I don't care if Gap lives or dies, but his wife is my personal accountant and my company's finance director. I don’t want anything to affect my business. I hope you understand."

Maybe he understood Lynch’s explanation, or perhaps he "understood" Lynch's point. Fix’s tense muscles relaxed slightly. He hesitated briefly and then told a story, "When I was just a regular officer, I encountered a small problem.

"You know, the people of the Federal Bureau of Investigation love to take over our cases once we’ve sorted out the evidence..."

In the Baylor Federation, there had been a long-standing rivalry between the police and the Federal Bureau of investigation. To counter the Federal Bureau of investigation's interference in criminal cases, the police system added new offices like the Major Crimes Investigation Office and the Economic Crimes Investigation Office.

These offices were meant to counteract the Bureau of Investigation. Over the years, the two institutions had cooperated sometimes but often clashed, stealing cases and sabotaging each other. This continued despite attempts to stop it, and eventually, the higher-ups let them be.

Some even believed this internal competition was beneficial for solving cases and the system overall.

"Once, I encountered a case and happened to meet Mr. Neo. He helped me solve the case before the Federal Bureau of Investigation could take it over."

"I've known Mr. Neo for some time. He’s a good man and has helped me a lot when I needed it."

Lynch already understood the outcome. He nodded, seemingly agreeing with Fix’s story, "So, when he needs help, you help him."

Fix nodded solemnly, "As I said, friends should help each other."

After a moment of silence, Lynch changed the subject, "Did you know I started a women's professional rugby team?"

The sudden topic change indicated to Fix that Lynch had gotten what he wanted, making the atmosphere lighter.

Fix smiled more, "Yes, I heard. I also heard those girls wear quite revealing outfits during training?"

Lynch gave a knowing smile, one that any man would understand. Fix found it fascinating how Lynch could change his demeanor so seamlessly, making people feel his "true" intentions.

"We're playing a match against the team organised by Mr. Fox and his son next week. I hope you can come."

Fix didn’t hesitate, "Sure, can I bring a few more people?"

Their conversation became more congenial, like they were genuine friends.

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