Shadow Empire

Chapter 1081

After an unknown amount of time, the combat captain of the Perez family finally breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled up his trousers, fastened his belt again, and looked at the mess in the room with a sense of boredom.

"I'm going back. Remember to close the damn door when you leave!"

"If I find out again that you leave without closing the door, I promise I'll shove that damn doorknob up your asses!"

He said harshly that these people often leave the door unlocked when they leave, which makes the place vulnerable to theft.

The Federation has never been a place teeming with saints. If anyone finds your house unlocked, they'll come in and take everything.

His drunken subordinate replied, "Don't worry!"

“The thieves on the street know whose territory this is, so they don’t dare to steal from us!”

"Fuck, is this your excuse for not locking the door?"

After he finished speaking, he shook his head, swayed slightly as he walked out the door, and then got into his secondhand car.

After starting the engine, he almost instinctively shifted gears and drove towards home.

He doesn't live with these people, and they all have their own families.

Some people will go back to their birth families and live with their parents, while others will go to live in apartments where there are many single young people. Some people may go to other nightclubs until dawn and then find a place to sleep.

Although New Gold City is not the Perez family's stronghold or main territory, they have quite a few businesses there, such as nightclubs, strip clubs, and bars hidden in the alleys.

Actually, bars in New Gold City aren't as hard to find as people imagine. Embassies have been turned into pubs, and anyone with money, dressed neatly, and not looking like a gangster or a poor person can go in and spend money.

Everyone knows that while Congress prohibits alcohol, those gentlemen still buy and drink it themselves. That's how society is; it's very divided.

Of course, this is to be expected. After all, those who make laws never do so to restrain themselves, but rather to restrain those they rule. As for themselves, they are naturally outside the law.

As some have said, all high-ranking politicians fall not because they broke the law, but because they were the losers in political struggles.

There are no high-ranking officials who are convicted of breaking the law; there are only high-ranking officials who can't fight back and have to bow down.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with the combat captain. All he wanted to do now was go home and get a good night's sleep.

His mother, a somewhat irritable woman, lives in his home, along with his wife and children. He is in his thirties, has a family and children, but he has no desire to change his current life and circumstances.

He had been loitering on the streets since he was a teenager. By chance, he was spotted by the Perez family and became a member of the lowest-ranking gang in the Perez family. Through nearly twenty years of hard work, he finally stood in the position of combat captain.

You could say he's incredibly lucky, because there are many more people who joined the gang with him and are still at the very bottom, while he has already crossed a threshold that many people can't even cross in their lifetime.

As for what the future holds, he hasn't thought about it; he's quite content with his current life.

As the combat captain of the Perez family, no one dared to offend him, at least not openly.

His family also benefited a lot from his identity. For example, his mother often took advantage of others by taking a little extra from them when buying groceries from the street.

If anyone questions her, she will say that her son is the combat captain of the Perez family, and that she told him she was bullied when she was shopping here.

Most people, after the unreasonable old woman brought up her son as a backer, chose to let the matter drop. After all, it wasn't worth attracting the attention of the gang over something worthless.

His wife wasn't exactly a saint either; she used to loiter around the streets when she was younger, and who knows how many men she'd slept with.

However, during their relationship, his wife became pregnant unexpectedly. They did not originally plan to keep the child, but his mother hoped that he would keep the baby.

In his mother's words at the time, no one knows when their child will be killed in a street fight. If he can leave behind a child, then even if he dies, at least the old woman will have no regrets.

Although these words were unpleasant to hear, the combat captain took them to heart. He married that girl and they have their current son.

The thought that his son, who was only in middle school, was already demanding protection money at school made him feel both amused and exasperated. Perhaps this is what people mean when they say that "children not only inherit their father's genes, but also his career."

Although it was a terrible family, it was at least a safe haven for him!

Because he had been drinking, the journey that usually takes ten minutes took him almost thirty minutes before his car finally stopped after crashing into two trash cans.

He cursed a couple of times and then went home.

He leaned back on the sofa, panting.

Drinking is great, but after you finish drinking, this awful feeling comes over you and you feel lethargic.

Hearing the door open, his wife came out of the room with a cigarette between her fingers. Looking at her husband slumped on the sofa, she couldn't help but ask, "I counted our money, and two thousand yuan is missing. Where did it go?"

Upon hearing these words, the combat captain became visibly impatient and irritable. He cursed, "Fuck, is all you ever thinking about is my money?"

Arguments between the couple were a daily occurrence, and at first, the combat team leader's mother would try to mediate to some extent.

Now, she simply covers her head with a pillow, turns over, and continues sleeping.

The argument in the living room did not affect the child in the room who was fantasizing about fighting with others. He gestured with his hand as if he were holding a gun, imagining himself shooting enemies, and kept imitating the sound of gunfire.

Just like any ordinary family facing problems, conflicts began to erupt constantly over trivial matters.

The lights in the two houses next door came on quickly, but then went out again.

Living here is fucking an offense to God. They've talked to this family, even complained, but nothing has worked.

They've considered selling the houses and moving away; they've had enough of the wealthy but uncultured and ill-mannered couple and their family.

Just then, the two cars slowly approached the house and quietly stopped there, but did not turn off the engines.

Allen checked the weapon in his hand, made sure there were bullets in the chamber, then released the safety, held it in his hand, and nodded to the others.

The car doors opened slowly, almost without a sound, and seven people got out of the two cars.

They were carrying small-caliber "spy pistols," which didn't make the same loud noise as large-caliber pistols when fired.

Although there was some noise, as long as the gun was fired inside the house, almost nothing could be heard outside.

In the darkness, the group quickly arrived outside the house. Two guarded the back door, while the other two stood in the yard to prevent them from escaping by jumping out of the windows on the first or second floor.

The other three went to the back door.

With some suggestions from Lance, the locksmith has continuously improved his universal lock-picking tool, making it very delicate and compact.

It looks like an ordinary key. You insert it into the keyhole, then push and pull a small switch on the back a couple of times, and basically all the doors will open.

This universal lock pick is not patented, mainly because of the fear of it being leaked. Even if it were patented, there would be problems with its sales, and it might also cause manufacturers of various lock cylinders to update their technology.

The entire unlocking process took only four or five seconds. The back door of the house opened, and the three men walked in carrying pistols.

They wore specially made shoes today, without metal soles, but with a hard sole and soft sheepskin design, so that they made no sound when walking on the floor.

They heard arguing coming from inside the house while they were outside, and the noise masked some of the signs of their intrusion.

When Allen arrived in the living room, the couple had already stopped arguing and started hurling insults at each other.

Neither of them had received a better education; neither had even finished high school. One had spent his childhood fighting and causing trouble on the streets, while the other was similar, except he had slept with different men and was considered quite experienced.

If it weren't for the children... What a strange proposition.

As the two were walking towards each other, the combat captain suddenly stopped talking and stared straight in the direction of the restaurant, while his wife was still unaware of the danger.

"Do you have no more excuses to come out of your damn mouth?"

"I'm fucking fed up with you. You're always out there messing around, and when you bring some money back, it's always gone right away."

"You fucking take a good look at this house. How long has it been since we added any new appliances?"

"Everyone else has a TV to watch at home, but what about us?"

"Don't fucking stay silent, say something!"

During arguments, she always felt that her husband was too damn talkative, just like a woman, or even more argumentative than her.

But when her husband didn't speak, she felt he was too quiet and even wondered if he had lost interest in arguing with her.

Only then did she truly notice her husband's eyes. She saw his gaze fixed on something behind her, and then she turned around hesitantly.

"puff!"

A very slight sound, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. Allen pointed his weapon at his head and gestured for the others to check if anyone else was in the room.

Since the other party is from the Perez family, given the hatred between the Lance family and the Perez family, there is absolutely no need to hold back.

The moment the old woman's door was pushed open, she couldn't help but scream, "You bunch of bastards, can't you leave an old woman like me alone to rest?"

"I've had enough of you two pieces of trash! Can't you get out of here?!"

She sat up angrily, glaring at the doorway. She was getting old and suffered from neurasthenia, which the doctor said was caused by her family environment. She couldn't help but complain about her terrible family.

But this time it was different, because the person who opened the door was a miracle doctor who cured her neurasthenia in just one second.

With two soft thuds, the old woman collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep, the kind she would never wake up from.

Then the door to another room was pushed open, and the teenage bully looked at the stranger who entered with a pistol in his hand without the slightest fear.

He thought it was someone like his father's subordinate. He knew his father was a gang combat captain and had even handled his father's gun.

His biggest dream now is to have his own weapon so that it will be easier and smoother for him to do things like extortion.

Can I see your gun?

He sat up and looked at the person who pushed the door open. His words puzzled the person by the door. Seeing that he didn't react, the little bully growled in an unhappy voice, "I'll have my dad give you a good beating!"

The young man shook his head, raised his pistol, and then fired two shots.

Being young means falling asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

However, it was obvious that the guy by the door had very pure Lance family "blood". He walked to the bedside, raised his arm, and kept raising it until the bullets could no longer be fired.

The combat captain in the living room was terrified. After all the other rooms had been searched, Allen nodded and said, "Mr. Lance wants to see you."

The combat captain looked completely bewildered. He didn't even know who this "Mr. Lance" was, but vaguely, a name and some blurry impressions flashed through his mind.

He was terrified by the deaths of his family members, but this extremely selfish man would not disregard his own survival because of their deaths; he only wanted to live.

Soon the two vehicles left, followed by a "rat extermination truck." They took over the house, removing many items to ensure that no one would notice anything amiss until someone called the police.

There were no corpses, no bloodstains everywhere, and even the blood-stained sheets and blankets were used to wrap the bodies and taken away. Everything returned to calm.

Some of the neighbors found it strange that this family, who were always noisy until late at night, were resting so early today.

Although they didn't know what had happened, it was certainly a good thing; at least they could get a good night's sleep tonight.

Twenty minutes later, the combat captain was brought to a villa in the suburbs that looked uninhabited. Lance sat in the living room, where a television was playing the late-night news.

The host was very sexy, wearing very little clothing, yet she delivered serious current affairs news with great seriousness, giving people a very peculiar feeling.

This is perhaps one of the attempts these media outlets are making to attract viewers, and Lance can tell that the ratings must be very good.

Although newspapers and magazines may feature young girls dressed even less than the presenter, it must be said that people always have a certain emotion towards television presenters that they themselves are unaware of.

The villa door was quickly opened after the sound of a car engine was heard in the yard, and the combat captain was shoved and fell to the ground in the living room.

At this moment, he finally understood who this "Mr. Lance" really was. He looked at Lance with some fear, as they had just met during the day.

At the same time, he connected this person with the person in his mind who had once made them feel incredulous and even fearful!
He began to tremble, like he had malaria, his bones, his teeth, his whole body trembling.

"Who gave you permission to attack Ethan?" Lance turned off the TV, turned around, and asked him.

He rested his arms on his thighs, leaning forward as if he were looking down and teasing a kitten or puppy.

The combat captain was trembling and couldn't utter a complete sentence. Lance glanced at Allen, who then swung his fist and punched him in the face.

This made the combat captain feel a little "better." His body wasn't shaking as much anymore. Perhaps the pain had triggered his will to survive, or perhaps it was for some other reason. In any case, he was able to speak.

“I… have a friend who said that last time that big guy was in a match, he bet on his opponent to win, but the result made him lose a lot of money, so he hopes I can help teach that big guy a lesson.”

“I never thought... he was one of your men, Mr. Lance!”

Lance nodded slightly. "Now you know me."

The combat captain, his face contorted with grief, knelt down again. "I recognize you now. I know who you are."

Lance smiled with satisfaction. "What's this person's name? Who is he?"

The combat captain hesitated for a moment, "He and I used to be friends. He used to be a policeman. He arrested me but then let me go. I owe him a favor. I don't know what he does now."

He then told Lance the former policeman's name, but finding a person based on just a name, especially since the police department wasn't on their side, was a bit difficult.

But it doesn't matter, Lance believes that as long as the money is spent properly, he will definitely be able to find this person.

"You're not lying?"

The combat captain shook his head repeatedly, "I'm not lying."

Upon hearing this, Lance stood up, straightened his clothes, walked past him, and headed straight for the door.

The combat captain kept adjusting his knees to ensure he was always facing Lance. He didn't know why Lance was leaving, but he clearly knew it wasn't a good sign.

"Mr. Lance, Mr. Lance?!"

He kept moving his body forward with his knees, seemingly trying to stop Lance, but Allen quickly stood in front of him.

puff puff...

This was the last sound he heard while he was still alive.

(End of this chapter)