Shadow Empire

Chapter 108 Investigation and Garment Factory Manager
Hammer was beaten again by Ethan, and then the group returned to the company.

In the garage, Morris and Lawn spread a tarp across the floor.

Then Hammer was brought in, looking very depressed.

His head had suffered a series of severe blows and constant beatings, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

But the moment Erwin came in, he suddenly perked up a little.

The rapid secretion of adrenaline made him more "clear-headed" than ever before. He looked at Erwin kneeling on the ground, "It's all my fault. I... beg for your forgiveness, sir."

Erwin lifted up his clothes and removed the gauze himself, revealing a wound about 15 centimeters long with black threads on both sides.

His intestines are twisted. If the twisting is not resolved, it will progress to intestinal infarction and necrosis, eventually endangering his life.

And this process actually doesn't take much time, especially when it is caused by external force, which causes swelling, rupture, bleeding, and then shock and death.

So the doctors had to take out his intestines, straighten them out, and then put them back in, which required a larger incision.

In actual surgery, there will be many hooks around the incision to hook the edges, and then pull hard in all directions to ensure that the window opened is large enough.

It was very painful, and even now his stomach and intestines still hurt.

"The doctor told me that I was lucky because I almost died."

He put down his clothes and looked at Hammer, and everyone around him was looking at him.

"The reason I didn't die wasn't because you showed mercy, but because I was strong enough. Your God didn't want me to enter your kingdom of heaven, so he let me roll back."

"Now, I'm going to do the same thing to you. If you survive, this is the end of it."

"Don't blame me if you don't survive."

Lance put the safety on the pistol, loaded it, and handed it to him.

Hammer suddenly stood up and rushed towards Erwin. Erwin wanted to say something, but it was too late.

He pulled the trigger directly. The clicking sound of gunfire was blocked in the small garage. Finally, he fell less than two meters away from Ervin.

He was shot once in the neck and four times in the body. Looking at the three bullet holes on the wall behind him, Lance put away his weapon and said, "When your wounds are healed, you all go practice shooting!"

Blood quickly flowed out of his wound, but fortunately the ground was covered with waterproof cloth, so it did not seep into the ground.

Everyone cleaned up the scene, dug out the bullet that was stuck in the bricks and stones on the wall, and then smashed the bullet hole into a small hole, which would be backfilled with cement later.

They dragged the tarp and Hammer's body to the side of the sewer in the yard, then lifted one end up to let the blood flow into the sewer.

The oil barrel had been prepared for a long time. Following the previous method, Ethan threw it in and then filled it with cement.

There will be no special farewell ceremony tomorrow, and Lance asks Mello to throw it into Angel Lake.

Almost everyone, good or bad, was dealing with bodies over at Angel Lake.

Everyone knows that there are several places on the shore of Angel Lake filled with gasoline barrels, but the FBI, the local police department, the state police, or any law enforcement agency have no intention of investigating, not even a thought!
Sometimes they even help conceal some of the things that happen there!
The social rules of the Federation are so interesting and confusing.

Alvin felt much more comfortable after lying down in the hospital again, although he was still in a lot of pain.

"They said you didn't let me use painkillers." Erwin, lying on the hospital bed, felt another throbbing pain.

Lance nodded and lit a cigarette for him. "Today's painkillers are addictive. Once you use them, you will have to continue using them for the rest of your life, and there is a high probability that you will not live to be forty."

Erwin couldn't believe what he heard. "Is this poison or painkiller? Why would they do this?"

Lance shrugged, "Because it brings in profits."

"I know your wound hurts a lot right now, but you have to learn to be patient. Before safe painkillers are available, it's best for you, me, and anyone else not to use painkillers."

At this time, medical scientists had not yet realized, or had already realized, the dependence of drugs.

But medical capital, led by medical groups, is very happy to see this happen. If painkillers can only be sold when they are used to relieve pain, then in fact most people will only need painkillers a few times in their lifetime.

But if it is addictive, it means that many people will use it for a lifetime after using it once.

The profits generated here are enough to make the federal government and any medical capital in the world ecstatic!

They are available in tablets, suppositories, and injections, just to make it more convenient for people to use it anytime and anywhere according to their preferences.

After hearing Lance say this seriously, Erwin gave up the idea of ​​asking the hospital for painkillers.

Fortunately, pain is also adaptive. When he began to be able to bear it, he would feel the pain getting less and less. The next morning, Hammer's family called the police. Someone saw two more police cars at the dock when going to work and told Lance the news.

In fact, if the police really want to investigate, they will definitely be able to find out. Now they are making all these big moves, on the one hand to give an explanation to the person who called the police, and on the other hand to provide a countdown for the perpetrator.

Lance called Officer Braden and asked, "Which precinct is responsible for policing this port, and who is in charge?"

Officer Braden has been busy with the federal identity business recently, although Lance knew from the beginning that not many people would be able to come to him to obtain federal identities.

But even if there are not many, there are still people.

In the two months since then, he has earned nearly five thousand yuan by helping people trace their ancestral roots!

Except for the first two transactions, the price he now offers starts at 600 yuan. He keeps 200 yuan, and the rest goes to the recipient.

He also reached an agreement with those recipients, and after a period of time, he would find a way to transfer these people's relationships away from them so that they can continue to make money.

For many poor families, although it does make them feel uncomfortable to make money with their missing children, they still feel comforted if their missing children can bring them a large sum of income compared to poverty.

Officer Braden was very grateful to Lance for providing him with such a business, so he quickly gave him an answer.

"The entire port is under the management of the Port Branch. Their branch director is about to retire and is not in charge of the work. Now a new assistant director is in charge of the work."

"You may have heard of his name, John, and his nickname is Vulture."

"If you need him to do something for you, all you need to do is prepare enough money to impress him!"

"Also, when you go to see him, you can say that I introduced you, but don't expect him to give me face and not charge you, or to charge you less. It's just to give you an excuse to get close to him."

Lance kept these things in mind and said, "Thanks. It's my treat next time."

"Waiting for your good news!"

After hanging up the phone, Lance whistled, but then the phone rang again. When he picked it up, it was Vaughn calling.

"Hammer is missing. Some people say it has something to do with you. They saw a lot of illegal immigrants looking for Hammer last night." Vaughn's tone was not as angry or anxious as expected. It was more like he was blaming him for being so careless. This feeling was very strange.

Lance explained, "He beat up my friend and he had surgery, which cost a lot of money. I wanted to find him to get the medical expenses back, but I never found him."

"I can assure you that this has nothing to do with me."

Vaughan thought for a while and said, "You'd better solve this problem as soon as possible, otherwise there will be conflicts between the local workers and you again."

"Also, Ms. Debbie called me and said your machines have been put into your factory and skilled workers have been found for you. You now need a professional manager, and then you can start recruiting workers and start production."

Ms. Debbie acted very quickly, or perhaps her work was a very valuable resource for anyone who had anything to do with politics at this time.

So she can easily convert these things into cash, whether it is money, power, or something else.

Lance was a little surprised, "I'll arrange it right away..."

While he was thinking about who to ask to do this, suddenly Melo knocked on the door and leaned in from outside. "The tailor and his son-in-law are here with the clothes."

Lance suddenly had an idea and stood up, "I'll go right away."

The old tailor and his son-in-law worked overtime to finish the remaining clothes. Of course, they were definitely not as detailed as Lance's two sets, but they were definitely not bad.

It is definitely much better than working as an ordinary tailor. Everyone is getting new clothes and everyone has a smile on their face.

The old tailor stood by with a notebook. If anyone felt uncomfortable with something, he could write it down and then go back to make some changes.

This is the power of good tailors, they can modify these clothes at any time, unlike those tailors with no great skills who will just tell you "I can't do it".

When the two saw Lance coming over, they enthusiastically put down their work and greeted Lance.

After all, this sale was enough to feed them for at least a month, and Lance said he would also help them open a store in the city center.

Lance asked the old tailor's son-in-law, "I recently opened a clothing factory, but I'm short of a manager. Do you have any experience in this area?"

Both of them were a little surprised, but soon the old tailor's son-in-law nodded and said, "I have done it in the Empire before, but it was not on a large scale."

In fact, it is not a factory, it is just a larger workshop, but it can also be said to be a small factory.

Lance immediately made an invitation, "Want to change jobs?"

(End of this chapter)