As for the City Guard and intelligence agencies also involved in this incident, they have their own rewards.

After all, they are not part of the same system as the Police Station, and the methods and means of reward are different.

After finishing talking about the rewards for the Police Station, Perfikot flipped through the dossier submitted by the police chief and suddenly asked him a question: "What do you think about the issues of the black market and smuggling?"

This question stunned the police chief for a moment, but he quickly responded: "I believe we must resolutely crack down on it! It disrupts the normal social order and..."

"Don't speak in clichés, tell me your real thoughts." Perfikot directly waved her hand to interrupt him; this was not what she wanted to hear.

Seeing Perfikot's insistence, the police chief carefully pondered before cautiously replying, "Lord, I think we should keep a part of the black market, after all, there is a shortage of supplies in the market now, and these smugglers and the black market can effectively supplement the official supply shortages.

Just like before when my wife had a birthday, and she wanted to buy a Spanishtown ham to celebrate, but such a thing was scarce in Chernobyl, and it couldn't be bought in regular stores. She could only get it through the black market.

Although this is not something to show off, we have to admit that these black market traders and smugglers indeed have channels, and they can indeed obtain scarce materials to meet market demand."

"Is that so? If I want to support an official white glove, do you have a suitable candidate to recommend?" Perfikot looked at the police chief, with an exploratory and evaluative look in her eyes.

Undoubtedly, Perfikot's question made the police chief instantly tense up.

He seriously recalled his deeds since he became the chief, confirmed that he had no criminal acts, and had not colluded with any gang forces before he tentatively answered, "A small gang taken down during this operation seems suitable, their scale is small, and they are few in number, making them easy to control, and their gang leader is a convict from the Punishment Camp, making it easier for us to handle them.

Moreover, this gang operates through the railway line from the Chernobyl port to bring in goods, so they act more as a distribution channel compared to other smugglers. Both the quantity of smuggled goods and their black market scale are not large.

There is almost no comparison to those gangs and smugglers that can truly affect the Northern Territory's peace, but if you want to foster a force, they are indeed a good choice."

"Sounds good, what's the name of this gang?" Perfikot showed an interested expression.

"The Shelby family, a small gang of about twenty people." The police chief honestly answered.

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Back at the Punishment Camp, Tommy stayed in the barracks, feeling somewhat restless and uneasy.

Although he wasn't immediately punished and dealt with by the Punishment Camp, but instead thrown back into the barracks, the wait was indeed unbearable.

Those with experience knew that the hardest part during punishment wasn't when the whip hit your body, but the wait before the verdict because you didn't know what kind of fate awaited you.

Tommy knew clearly that his crime was indeed minor, but if taken seriously, nobody would gossip if the camp manager whipped him to death.

However, he wasn't entirely worried about being whipped to death by the camp manager. After all, he had previously shown respect towards him while smuggling before, so on account of these, he would at most get a solid beating, not a severe one.

But that wasn't the point; what really made Tommy lose sleep and turn around restlessly was how he would be punished afterward.

After all, convicts in the Punishment Camp who committed crimes again were usually punished very severely, commonly to serve as a warning to others, whipping or hanging to death was the norm.

Even if he could keep his life, he would typically be sent to do the hardest, most tiring work, essentially working him to death alive, saving the trouble of further handling.

On this point, bribing the camp manager would be useless for Tommy, as it wasn't within the camp manager's responsibilities.

The camp manager was responsible for managing the convicts in the Punishment Camp, thus could punish or even execute them directly.

However, where the convicts were assigned to work and what tasks they performed was the responsibility of another management department.

And Tommy had no connections with this management department, leaving him to wait for the outcome.

This undoubtedly made it very difficult for him.

The thought of possibly being sent to do heavy labor for sixteen hours a day and working himself to death sent chills down Tommy's spine.

Aside from fear of death, another crucial factor was that once dispersed, the Shelby family would essentially disband, as he didn't believe his two brothers could maintain the gang.

Or rather, Tommy thought his two brothers would also find it difficult to escape punishment this time, even if they got away, they would find it hard to rebuild the Shelby family.

After all, Tommy knew his elder brother was more skilled at being brave and fighting, he could handle tasks that didn't require much thought, and was a top-notch in gang fights, but leading the gang? That was too much to ask.

And his younger brother... Tommy just thought that while the kid was talented, he was still a kid, lacking experience to shoulder the responsibility.

Thinking of this, Tommy couldn't help but feel a bit desperate, just like when facing the cavalry of the Langton Police Station and infantry artillery of the City Guard in Langton, no one in the entire Langton's gang forces dared to resist.

Even those notorious tough guys in the past couldn't stand a chance against infantry artillery.

Their forces were not on the same level, just like how the Shelby family couldn't possibly stand against the vast Northern Territory.

Not to mention the entire Northern Territory, even the sub-bureaus under Chernobyl Police Station weren't something the Shelby family could contend with.

Just when Tommy was gradually feeling despair, footsteps suddenly sounded outside his cell, making Tommy's heart hang in suspense.

He knew the result he had been waiting for was here, and he was at the moment of fate's verdict.

"May God be above, hopefully, it's not the worst result!" Tommy prayed sincerely to God for mercy, but he had little hope for it.

When the cell door opened, Tommy even felt he had no strength to stand up.

But under the deterrence of the punishment baton in the camp manager's hand, he quickly climbed up from his bed and stood straight.

"Tommy Shelby, gang member, smuggler, black market trader, convict of the Punishment Camp..." A police officer in uniform walked up to Tommy, scanned him up and down, and then asked, "If given another chance to run the black market, what would you do?"

This strange question from the officer left Tommy unsure of how to answer, so he cast a pleading look toward the camp manager.

"Answer truthfully, Tommy, if you don't want to be thrown into labor, you'd better answer truthfully." The camp manager looked at Tommy and subtly hinted.

With the camp manager's hint, Tommy thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and took a gamble: "I would still smuggle through the railway; this line is stable enough, and the cargo throughput is also controllable. As long as you establish connections at both train station loading and unloading sites, you can operate this smuggling route.

As for selling on the black market, that's exceedingly easy; hire a few runners, and they'll naturally sell all these goods out."

"Sounds good, don't you have any ambition to grow stronger?" The officer looked at Tommy, seemingly curious.

"No, making the gang bigger and stronger just turns them into mice that can't be seen. Mice should have the consciousness of mice; being too large only invites destruction." Tommy felt he had a clear understanding of this matter.

After hearing Tommy's answer, the officer seemed very satisfied, patted his shoulder, and said, "Congratulations, you're released."

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