Shadow Empire

Chapter 1008 Communication, Telephone, and Vegetative State
Entering the private room, Senator Cleveland sat on the sofa, rubbed his temples, and then glanced at the receiver under the green lampshade lamp on the small square table next to the sofa.

The receiver was connected to the telephone next to it. This room was prepared for making more private calls, or for a few people to whisper to each other.

Lounge and VIP room have many names and terms, and they may vary from region to region or country to country.

He answered the phone and held it to his ear. "What's wrong?"

His chief aide told him it was Lance calling. He didn't want to answer, but then he thought that if Lance could call here at this time, it meant that Tom had given him the number.

Tom has now become the number two person in his staff, and he trusts Tom a lot.

Since Tom felt it was necessary to make the call, he decided to answer it.

“Something happened these past few days. If you’ve heard, you should know that I beat up Peggy Perez, a nobody in the Perez family.”

Senator Cleveland nodded and said, "Yes, I've heard about it. What's wrong?"

“They attacked my bar, the one at the embassy, ​​and then I took them all to the police station and attacked the Perez family members who went to the police station to try to coordinate their statements.”

Senator Cleveland frowned. "Don't tell me you fired a shot in the city."

He is currently located some distance from the city center. After several expansions and developments, the housing and land prices in the city center have become increasingly outrageous.

This has led to a common perception among Federal residents that long-time New Gold City residents are never short of money because their houses are all located in the city center.

In recent years, due to economic recovery and other reasons, the price of a detached house in the city center of Jingang City has risen to three to five thousand yuan. Of course, this refers to ordinary communities.

In middle-class communities like Priscilla, a detached house might start at five thousand dollars, or even seven or eight thousand, eight or nine thousand, or even more than ten thousand.

Villas in the Bay Area are even more expensive.

The housing and land prices in Golden Harbor City are among the highest in the entire Federation, but they are still much lower than those in New Golden City.

In the Xinjin City area, a typical detached house in an ordinary community, with a floor area of ​​over 200 square meters and possibly a few square meters of lawn in front, can sell for seven or eight thousand or nine thousand, which is twice that of Jin Gang City.

Many long-time residents of New Gold City live in the city center. These people generally own at least one house, so they are actually quite wealthy, as long as they are willing to sell their homes or vacant properties.

The "city center" that people refer to now is mainly based on the planning map of the second re-expansion of the new Kim Il-sung City, which is the old city area.

This area has a concentration of government departments, and firing shots in the city would cause unnecessary trouble.

He was worried that Lance would fire.

“I’m not that stupid, Your Excellency Senator.”

"They were just in a car accident."

"I just wanted to tell you this so that you wouldn't feel like the last person to know when it gets to you."

Senator Cleveland immediately understood what Lance meant. In essence, he meant to "keep a record" and, incidentally, to let him know what Lance had been doing these past few days and what the possible consequences might be.

Thinking of this, the senator chuckled twice, "Very good, a car accident is very good..."

He paused for a moment, and his mind immediately conjured up images of those protesters holding up signs and loudly advocating "abandoning war and embracing peace," as well as the sons of bitches behind them.

Including those guys in Congress, who, knowing full well that war only brings benefits and no harm, wanted to stop the war for their own selfish interests.

These people deserve to die, they should be put in the electric chair.

Whether it's those politicians who knowingly do wrong for personal gain, or those seemingly innocent protesters, they all deserve to die!

"How did you do it?" Many images flashed through his mind, and then he suddenly asked this question.

Lance didn't react at first, replying with "What?", but quickly realized that Senator Cleveland must have meant "how he caused the car crash".

So Lance didn't hide anything and told the whole story, about a person suffering from a terminal illness who didn't have many days left to live anyway.

Current medical technology is practically helpless against cancer, and once cancer begins to show obvious symptoms, it is usually in the middle or late stages, and it progresses very quickly.

It can be said that once cancer is diagnosed, the remaining life may only be three to six months.

Some people are lucky enough to last a little longer, but only a little. They can never return to a normal level and will die painfully in a very short time.

There are now some "powerful painkillers" specifically developed for cancer patients, because some cancer patients experience unbearable pain in the terminal stages.

They need these effective painkillers so that they can be calmer and more composed, at least when they are close to death.

However, these effective painkillers cost money and require connections. At the same time, many cancer patients also hope to leave something for their families.

Lance hired these people, who were paid about seventy or eighty dollars a month. When needed, they were assigned to do these tasks. They were the epitome of cheap and good!

Listening to what Lance had to say, Senator Cleveland looked thoughtful. After a while, he said, "Come to my office tomorrow. I have something to discuss with you."

"Don't worry about the car accident tonight, it's just a car accident."

"The attack on the embassy was a very serious matter, and I will make sure that this is taken seriously."

He knew why Lance was making the call and was willing to help him with some minor troubles that were within his ability.

Perhaps the Perez family is a formidable "figure" to many, including some government officials and even the police chief.

But even at the level of president or senator, the Perez family is just a gang.

In this country, the president's office and the parliament ultimately have the final say, or even more arrogantly, the parliament itself.

After Lance achieved his goal, he exchanged a few pleasantries and hung up the phone. Senator Cleveland then dialed Tom's number and asked him to express his own position.

Sometimes Tom's stance represents the senator's stance.

Regarding the Perez family's retaliatory actions, Senator Cleveland actually shares the view of some others: the Perez family was never a match for Lance before, is not now, and is even less likely to be in the future.

Their demise was only a matter of time, so he didn't take it to heart. After hanging up the phone, he didn't immediately return to the lobby, but instead leaned back on the sofa and ran his palms through his hair.

Furthermore, the action included pressing his scalp, which made him feel comfortable and at ease. Since Lance would help him vent his anger tomorrow, his emotions quickly stabilized.

After sitting there for seven or eight minutes, he pushed open the door again, returned to the hall, and rejoined the discussion.

What he didn't know, and didn't want to know, was that Tom had already called the police chief immediately to explain the situation—the senator was very concerned about this matter and was updating the progress as needed.

When the police chief heard this, he sighed silently. He knew that the Perez family was likely to have a tough time ahead.

After all, a big shot has already spoken out. If they cannot show enough sincerity to get their representatives in Congress to speak on their behalf, then their gray and black businesses in New Gold City may suffer a heavy blow.

He sat there thinking for a long time, then shook his head and asked the officer on duty outside his office to call over the police chief in charge of the interrogation.

Different departments have different managers, and the police chief in charge of interrogation quickly entered the office. "You wanted to see me?"

The police chief nodded, but didn't ask him to sit down. "We're conducting surprise interrogations of those young people we just arrested..." He looked at the sergeant in charge of the interrogation, walked over, and pressed his finger on the sergeant's badge. "Make sure they tell the truth!"

The sheriff in charge of the interrogation nodded. "I know what to do."

They're all old partners, so he knows what the director means and he'll do as he's told.

"Very well, then let's go..."

After arranging everything that needed to be arranged, he finally returned to his lounge, changed into his pajamas, and was finally able to sleep.

He was so sleepy. Lance and the others had driven him to the brink of nervous breakdown these past few days. If he didn't get some sleep, he'd be dead!
He hugged his pillow, lay down on the soft bed, and quickly fell asleep, as if only in his dreams could he dispel his depression.

Meanwhile, Fran had already arrived at the hospital and went to visit Bonnie immediately.

"Mr. Bonney's condition is not very good," the doctor in charge of his treatment said to Fran, who had come to visit Bonney, after finishing the surgery related to the fracture.

“His brain suffered a severe shock, and we don’t know when he will wake up.”

"It could be three to five days, or it could be three to five years, or even a lifetime!"

"To be honest, we are not sure whether he can fully recover his consciousness and personality. We can only ensure that his vital signs do not disappear. Perhaps one day in the future, with new technology, he will be able to wake up."

"It's also possible that he'll be lucky and open his eyes and regain consciousness soon."

Bonnie's parents and siblings were all in tears in the hospital room. Fran glanced inside; he also liked Bonnie, this young man.

Sociable, cheerful, outgoing, and with a good sense of humor.

Most importantly, it works very well.

He knows what to do and what not to do at what time.

There are very few people in this society who can do this.

Moreover, Bonnie is a direct member of the family. Peggy hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet, and now Bonnie is back in the hospital. What will people think of him and the Perez family?

He lost face again.

"Did you hear what I said?" the doctor asked, noticing Fran, who seemed to be daydreaming.

Fran realized what was happening and said, "Yes, I'm listening."

The doctor's observation was quite meticulous; he could tell that the person was not paying attention to what he was saying at all.

"In short, this is the patient's current condition."

"Either you arrange for someone to do what they can for him, and then pray that he can recover as soon as possible."

"During his coma, he needs a lot of rehabilitation help to ensure that if one day science and technology really make great strides and solve these symptoms, it may not be impossible."

"Or, you could try another hospital. Perhaps other specialists and doctors might have different opinions from me, and there might be better opportunities and treatment options available..."

Fran returned to the ward from outside, and all eyes were on him, especially on Bonnie's parents and family.

His mother's eyes were red from crying, and his siblings were sobbing quietly. Only Bonnie's father was relatively normal, but even that was relative.

“Boss!” Fran’s father choked up slightly. “I heard this wasn’t an ordinary car accident.”

He stared intently into Fran's eyes as he spoke, making Fran feel uncomfortable. Fran looked away and, as he walked to the bedside, reached out and touched Bonnie's cheek. "This was most likely done by the Lance family. I'll make them give you an explanation!"

Only people of a certain status in the family can enter the ward; many others are in the corridor outside the ward, or even outside the hospital.

The people in the ward and the people in the corridor were all looking at him at this moment. He knew that he could not back down and had to make Lance pay the price!

Bonnie's father nodded. "We all believe you can do it, Fran."

"Avenge Bonnie!"

Fran nodded, then strode away. He was going to find a way to teach Lance a lesson.

His cousin, the first college graduate in the family, also left with him and now holds an important advisory position.

The two didn't speak before or after getting into the car. After the car had been running for a while, he finally asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"Perhaps we should go directly to deal with Lance and kill him, then the Lance family will be completely finished."

Fran said the words; he truly hated Lance White now, and if he could, he would kill Lance outright.

Once Lance is eliminated, everything will be resolved!

After a brief silence, his cousin said, "If you succeed in assassinating Lance, all will be well. But if you fail, have you considered the consequences?"

(End of this chapter)