Chapter 229:
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.