The new police chief.
A flash of greed flickered in the white man's eyes. His hunger for power turned the greed in his heart into a monster, devouring what little reason he had left, along with any respect for the law.
Precisely because he knew how immensely powerful this young chief in front of him was, he was willing to take the risk of working with these people—handing over the layout of the police stations, the status of the patrol cars—so they could successfully rob seventeen banks, and even at great risk copy a set of the bank's footage and personally deliver it.
He had to admit, he was indeed moved.
"Let me think about it."
"Sure."
The young chief's lips curved in a faint smile, but deep in his eyes a trace of disdain surfaced.
How pitiful, a man whose soul has been devoured by greed… doomed to a bad end.
But only people like this are fit to negotiate with him; and from these greedy bastards, he could squeeze out more and more benefits.
"I'm in."
