Chapter 24 first quarter decision

"It's an act of scolding! This group of inhumane people?" "Hey, they think it's very crowning to exchange human life for human life." "Shh—keep your voice down, this is a second-level secret." Peterfield looked very nervous. Today is March 16th, and there are still three days left. The news brought by Peterfield seems to be absolutely true, and according to the "logic" shown during the high-level meeting, it is also reasonable. But I still don't want to believe that at the meeting last week, they would allow such a plan to pass!That fellow Iser proudly proclaimed that the plan was "perfect."Ha, that is indeed a "perfect" murder plan:

The blockade of Bianca Street was abandoned, and only a plainclothes SWAT team was sent to ambush the Froor Street bus stop. The reasons for this are obvious and sufficient: First of all, a SWAT team with fewer than eight people, even if it is armed to the teeth, does not need to additionally notify the Sixth Division in advance (just submit a report to them within one month after the operation In this way, the Sixth Bureau has nothing to do with the case at all. The General Administration naturally has no way of knowing.Therefore, the credit for solving the "Romeo the Scythe" case was logically taken by the Eleventh Branch.

Secondly, the disadvantages brought about by the large-scale blockade are avoided-"Romeo the Scythe" has not been caught for eight years, and I believe his "sense of smell" must be very sensitive.It is impossible for him not to notice the dangerous atmosphere brought by a large number of police officers.Therefore, if the plan I proposed earlier is adopted, the murderer may even give up committing the crime this year—in this way, not only will the prisoner not be caught, but the Eleventh Branch may also be criticized by the General Administration and public opinion for launching a large-scale and ineffective blockade operation without authorization .

The bureau’s second-level secret plan, which is said to be “sourced from plan executives” leaked by Peterfield, is obviously the most efficient, and at the same time, the success rate of catching the murderer is also the highest—after putting credit above everything else In the eyes of the senior officials of this Bureau, this plan is of course "perfect"; and the proposal of a complete blockade, in their view, is probably an incomprehensible, inefficient and high-risk "stupid" plan. But at least one innocent life can be saved in this way!Ambushes at the Flower Street bus stop, waiting for Romeo to arrive with the head—ha, that's life as bait: the damn plan!

The break time at noon is always too short, and the chatting ends quickly under the unanimous voices of complaints and accusations: I know that these voices are ultimately powerless, just like the complaints and accusations of public opinion, they can never change the fait accompli. Will disappear as time goes by like "cough, young man, young man, what is there to worry about?" After the chat was over, old Jim was not in a hurry to go back to the archives—he came over, sat in Oulu's place, and handed me a hot cup of coffee that was obviously freshly brewed. "Thanks, old Jim?" I took the coffee.

Among the people who are usually acquainted, the only one who is doing nothing like me at the moment is old Jim—according to our "coffee-loving file automatic queryer" friend, the only days left for him to "get something for nothing" are Four days. "Wenzel, I said, that case, you have done enough - hey, of course I know that plan is what you worked on in my file room? Who else? That's a good plan !" "Are you mocking me, old Jim? Do you think I, too, would be a sleazy detective who would trade the lives of innocent citizens for something? Hey, they gave up Bianca Street, and I ain't giving up! I'm going to catch the guy there and send him to Flower Station with my own hands?"

Old Jim ignored me and took a sip of his coffee. I admit, I was throwing a tantrum at this point - what an immature act!Of course I knew that old Jim was waiting for me to get myself together.He knows me well. As early as when I complained to him about the last case, he persuaded me in his own way: "Do you know why lions are so peaceful when they die? Is it because they have a pair of open-minded eyes?" And in this case, in less than a month, I have already been angry with Maypen, Rhodes, the high-level officials of this bureau who made this plan, and even the old Jim in front of me-I am nothing at all A lion is at most a noisy fox who thinks he's smart.

But this fox will never let an innocent life disappear on Bianca Street. "Okay? Maybe you can do that, young man. But, you probably have to prepare your resignation report in advance-that reckless tentative plan violates the second level of secrecy!", Old Jim took another sip of coffee . "I'll write that report today--you let me make up the mind, old Jim." I touched my sidearm. "Don't put the blame on others—you've already decided, haven't you?" Old Jim smiled at me, "But you still need a helper." He smiled meaningfully. "You mean you? Don't be kidding, old Jim—I don't want you fired the day before you retire."

"Look, my young man—am I that stupid? Don't worry, I won't stay with you when Romeo the Scythe is delivered to Froor's Station. Hey, you know, I was Have worked as an agent! Don't look down on the old guy?" Old Jim finished his coffee and got up: "There's something else I'd like to ask you to help with, though—hey, you'll be in the archives later, won't you? I'm sure your report will be done at my place, too." "Okay, I'll be over in a minute? Well, I said, thanks, old Jim." "Hey, young man, as I said earlier - try to relax! Ha, it's time for me to retire too. Okay, Wenzel, see you later?"

Old Jim left the office and I lit a Marlboro. Thinking about it, in fact, as early as Peterfield "leaked" the terrible second-level confidentiality plan, what I would do in the future had already been decided: Isn't this the same situation as last time?I want to change the mood of the cup—of course old Jim understands, this good old man no matter what, I will be a fox—at least, a fox who knows how to save human lives is better than a lion who pretends to be dead.