Chapter 1132: Minister of Food and Food Residues (Long Chapter, Please Give Me Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1133 The Minister of Food and Food Residues (please vote for the big chapter)

He Ao looked forward along the line of sight of the thin figure.

In the narrow streets between the splendid buildings, in the shadows, shabby shanties were crowded.

A box-type vehicle that looked like a garbage truck was parked among the shacks, and around the vehicle, some people were busy.

They unloaded large plastic buckets containing various kinds of discarded food from the vehicle, and then distributed them to different groups of people, and then the busy people began to sort them.

The thin figure sitting on the street was holding a black plastic bag and staring blankly at the sorting crowd.

"That's sorting 'packed meat'."

At this time, Hull seemed to notice the change in He Ao's vision. He put the vehicle on automatic driving, turned his head and spoke softly.

"'Packaged meat'?"

He Ao turned his head and looked at Hel with confusion.

"to be honest,"

Looking at the people sorting, Hull paused, as if recalling something, and his voice gradually lowered, "It's just food scraps,"

His eyes swept across the magnificent buildings around him, and he sighed softly,

“The city center is home to almost all the high-end or slightly better restaurants in the entire city of Minter. These high-end hotels and restaurants, as well as the bars that entertain every night, will produce a lot of waste food that can’t be eaten.

“There are good steaks, bread made from real wheat flour, and synthetic meat that tastes great.

"So some people collected these 'garbage', sorted and packaged them, and sold them to people in the four major districts and the city center who couldn't afford meat, or who couldn't even afford basic bread."

"A lot of people buy this kind of thing?"

He Ao looked at the people in the street who were constantly busy sorting and packaging food.

"a lot of,"

Hull said slowly, his eyes raised, as if he recalled something, "This should be just one of the packaging points. I remember that there are more than a dozen such packaging points in the city center."

He glanced at a magnificent building next to him, which was a high-end hotel. "It is popular among the gentlemen above that it is best to eat a small piece of food, then drink and have a banquet, and then throw away the rest."

“There were a lot of steaks that looked almost good, but they had just been picked up and ‘packaged’ by the people who were packaging them.

"So everyone named this kind of thing 'packaged meat', and over time, all this type of food was called that."

“Have these foods ever caused illness or death?”

He Ao withdrew his gaze and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, the food is mixed together and put in the trash can. It's okay in winter, but it will spoil in an hour or two in summer."

Hull nodded slightly and glanced at the people in the street.

"Every year, many people contract diseases or diarrhea because of eating this kind of food, and some also suffer from food poisoning. If they are in good health, they can survive it for a while, but if they are not in good health and have no money to see a doctor, they can only wait to die. ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and said in a low voice,

“But those who buy ‘packaged meat’ are rarely in good health.

"Most of them are homeless, unemployed, or have very low incomes, so they have to buy 'packaged meat' to fill their stomachs or to 'improve' their food a little."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced sideways at the two people sitting behind him.

He Ao also turned his head and looked at the two people in the back row.

Seeing He Ao look over, the two of them paused.

Old man Viccan also turned to look out the window and said hoarsely,

"I didn't expect that there is such an industry in the center of Mingte City. However, the profit margin of this kind of distribution and sales should not be high. It requires so many people to be employed and the garbage must be delivered to every corner of the city. corner.

“Manpower, vehicle damage, land rent, and the security costs of communicating with underground gangs are all costs, but the sales targets are homeless people with little money.

"It seems that some gangs control these industries. They have enough manpower to maintain security and order, which can save a lot of costs."

Hull's hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and then slowly loosened it.

"Mr. Weiken also has ideas about this industry?"

He Ao put away his eyes, looked at the street again, and asked hoarsely.

"Profit margins are too low,"

Weiken raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some disdain, "It will affect our financial statements and stock price."

"Since they can arrange so many locations in the city center and communicate with so many high-end hotels under your group,"

He Ao said calmly,

"It proves that there must be people from them in your consortium who are sheltering and colluding. Maybe they are sitting in the cars in front. Most of this 'meager' profit should have flowed into your pockets in an 'irregular' way. Inside.

"Maybe some of it has flowed into your pocket through 'irregular' means, and then flowed through your hands to the board of directors of your group."

After hearing He Ao's words, Wiccan was silent for a moment and said no more.

Some ‘projects’ cannot be accounted for, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make money.

Hull held his hands on the steering wheel and glanced at the silent Wicken behind him through the rearview mirror.

Weiken has been in Minter City for many years, so he may not really know anything about the "packaged meat" thing.

He Ao's eyes swept over the crowd of people taking photos on the street. In his field of vision, some people took photos quickly and then walked out of the bright street and squeezed into the dark street where food was packaged.

They walked beside the packagers, and under the leadership of a person who seemed to be in charge, they picked out a few pieces of steaks that looked good and wrapped them in plastic bags.

Obviously, they came here deliberately to buy "packaged meat". It was easier to pick good and fresher ones at the source of packaging.

The crowd gathered around also seemed to have noticed the busy packaging point in the shadow at this time.

More and more people squeezed past.

Many of them were wearing slightly neat clothes and looked quite decent.

He Ao watched the people coming and going, and also watched the thin man sitting on the side of the road watching the crowd.

Hull's eyes followed He Ao's gaze. He vaguely felt that the figure was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

As the convoy got closer and closer, the outline became clearer and clearer, and Hull seemed to finally remember something.

He raised his bracelet, searched quickly, then clicked on the photo to compare, and whispered to He Ao, "Mr. Soter, that's Minter City Food Minister Vico."

He Ao turned around and looked at Hull.

Hull quickly explained, "This Vico was originally a member of the city council. I have heard of his election campaign, so I have always seen him familiar."

"He has a bad relationship with Lockett?"

He Ao retracted his gaze and continued to look at the distribution point in the shadows, and asked slowly.

"I don't know much about this,"

Hull shook his head, "I only know that he was one of Lockett's opponents at the time. Later, Lockett formed a ruling coalition and somehow convinced him to become the Minister of Food.

"But except for the first appearance, he didn't seem to have any more exposure, and I haven't heard of any policies he has promoted. "

As an ordinary FBI agent, Hull didn't know much.

If it were before, Eve would have to search for the rest of Howe.

However, there happened to be two people at the top of the city in this car.

Howe looked at the Minister of Food sitting on the street again, then turned around and looked at Rembert and Wicken behind him.

Rembert saw Howe looking at him and coughed slightly, "I have just been transferred to Minter City not long ago, and I don't know much about the situation in Minter City."

This is equivalent to putting the pot on Wicken.

"Cough,"

Wicken snorted coldly, turned his head and looked out the window, seemingly not noticing Howe's sight.

Then he saw from the corner of his eye that Howe took out a small remote control that flashed red light and played with it gently at his fingertips.

And at the feet of him and Rembert, there happened to be something that also flashed red light-the bomb installed on the vehicle.

"Mad man! "

His face changed slightly, he snorted coldly, retracted his gaze, and then slowed down his voice and said with a barely detectable snort, "Vico is impulsive and illogical..."

Then he saw Howe's hand on the button of the remote control.

Rembert on the side had stretched out his hand nervously, trying to grab Wicken's wrist.

"Vico is from the South District, which is the poorest area in Minter City,"

Wicken's voice gradually rose, and his pronunciation became clear, but the expression on his face did not change at all, as if he had been speaking in this tone all the time,

"I don't know what method he used to cast some kind of witchcraft on the mob over there to defeat them. He joined the councillor family we invested in the South District and became one of the city councillors in the South District.

"And he also brought a group of people around him to the city council at the same time, forming a small "party".

Then he paused, glanced at the remote control that Howe had not put away, and continued,

"Lockett has been re-elected for too many terms. We had already agreed to let him "retire behind the scenes" this time.

"But he did not agree with our "suggestions" and competed with the candidates we supported. He is a capable person. Relying on so many years of accumulation, he was finally successfully re-elected, but without our permission, he also lost control of the city council.

"During that time, he frantically went to the small parties in the city council, trying to form a temporary alliance and promised various positions.

"That's how Vico's Minister of Food came about.

"At that time, Vico had already lost to the people we supported in the council election, but many people in his small group still barely kept their positions.

"In order to win over Vico's small group to deal with us, Lockett promised him the position of Minister of Food in the cabinet. "

Speaking of this, Wicken sneered and looked at the thin figure sitting on the street.

"Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was just a bargaining chip for Lockett to negotiate with us.

"After the negotiation, he and his friends were naturally useless.

"After Lockett reached a new agreement with us and took control of the city council again, he completely marginalized him.

"In fact, he didn't understand that Lockett gave him the position of Minister of Food in the first place, just to prepare to marginalize him.

"Minte City's grain imports are completely controlled by the Mosanto Group, and it does not have any grain-producing factories. All grain prices are completely set by the Mosanto Group.

"In this case, if the food department of Mint wants to influence food prices and food sales, it can only rely on the city government and the city council to force the law.

"But the Mosanto Group's "contribution" to the city council is no less than ours, and it has given Lockett a lot of benefits.

"Neither Lockett nor the city council will be willing to help him."

Wicken said calmly, "Before this idiot took office, the Minister of Food was a rubber stamp. After he took office, he became a hidden rubber stamp.

"In the past few decades, there are many idiots like this. Some of them never turned their heads until they died, but some of them gained wealth that they could not spend in their lifetime."

He looked at He Ao and continued,

"In Mint City, no one can go against the consortium. Those who surrender live and those who resist die. This is the only way out."

Then he just stared at He Ao, as if waiting for He Ao's reply.

"Since Mayor Lockett doesn't need him anymore, why keep him as the Minister of Food? "

At this time, a voice broke the silence, it was Hull.

Wicken glanced at Hull, glanced away, and seemed to disdain to answer Hull's question.

Then he saw Howe's hand holding the remote control, and his thumb pressed the detonation button little by little.

He stiffened his neck, said nothing, and watched Howe's movements.

This "stalemate" continued until Howe's thumb touched the button.

"Cough,"

Wicken coughed, looked away, and seemed to want to instruct the "younger generation", saying, "Lockett has never been disciplined. He just wants to keep this knife to threaten us and Mosanto, so that he can get benefits from us at any time. "

"Is that so. "

Hull nodded slightly and looked away.

And Howe also put away the remote control in his hand and turned his head to look outside the car again.

He naturally guessed what Lockett was thinking, but this answer still had to be said by Wicken 'actively' to make it more interesting.

Wicken in the back seat lowered his head with a gloomy face.

While everyone was talking, the convoy had completely passed by Vico who was sitting on the street and went away to the end of the street.

At this time, the Minister of Food finally raised his head, turned his head, looked at the vehicles going away on the street, and saw Howe sitting in the SUV.

The moment he saw Howe's face , he was slightly stunned, then he retracted his gaze, staggered to his feet, holding the same plastic bags as those "packaged meat" in his arms, and staggered towards the deep shadow where the "food" was being packaged.

The dim wind blew out from the shadows, carrying a slight smell of rotten food, brushing people's cheeks.

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The slender convoy stopped in front of the towering FBI building. Most of the crowded crowd had dissipated, and there were fewer figures around.

The Note Smart Building is indeed very close to the FBI building. Not far behind the "packaged meat distribution point" is the FBI The main entrance of the building.

At this moment, the place was surrounded by heavily armed security personnel. When they saw the convoy coming, they immediately moved their guns and aimed at the convoy.

On both sides of the building, a series of small electromagnetic cannons that were temporarily set up also turned around and aimed at the convoy.

The six off-road vehicles opened their doors one by one, and the red-haired Borrick led the people in the SUV in front to get off one by one.

Every time he got off, he removed the bomb from the car and let the executive who was originally sitting in the car hold it.

In this way, a group of people formed a long line and stood in front of the fully armed security personnel.

Those security personnel The members had obviously received the news long ago. In a brief silence, they separated to both sides and made way for everyone.

At the same time, the door of the last SUV opened, and Howe got out of the SUV.

Hull also got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat.

But Rembert and Wicken, who were sitting in the back seat, did not get out of the car immediately.

Howe did not look at the two people in the back seat, but looked up at a building next to the FBI building.

At the top of the building, there was a faint and inconspicuous light shining.

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"He seems to have discovered us?"

The figure holding the telescope looked at the scene below and whispered.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a C-level,"

Beside him, a figure leaning on a giant Gauss sniper rifle spoke hoarsely, "I have killed countless C-levels with this gun. "

He stretched out his hand and held the gun, with his other hand index finger on the trigger, "It's just a group of wild dogs. As long as we kill the leader, the gang will scatter like monkeys when the tree falls."

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