Shadow Empire

Chapter 1113 Warehouse
Life at the warehouse was incredibly boring. Unlike people in the city, they couldn't relax at nightclubs, bars, or strip clubs after work.

There was nothing here, and Bob had instructed them that this period was crucial and they had to be on duty at all times, and not go anywhere.

If he discovers that someone has left without permission and something happens that no one wants, Bob will treat them like traitors!

No one desires death, and these people are no exception. So even though they have the surname "Perez" and don't like this place, they will still stay here.

However, compared to the others, they might be a little late or leave early.

These are minor issues compared to the fact that they've always been here.

As darkness fell, the security guards responsible for maintaining security returned to their posts after the shift change.

Although it's called a duty room, it's actually a former production workshop. It's located on the fourth floor, offering a panoramic view of the surrounding buildings, and it's also quite spacious.

There's a restaurant here, they sleep here, and the warehouse is right at their feet.

Of course, the factory that they didn't know, but some people had some guesses about, was also here, but it was underground, and only a very few people knew how to get in.

"I've always suspected that other families have some issues with us, otherwise how could such a minor character put us in such a passive position!"

There are no entertainment activities here either. Before the problems arose, some of them would call Ying Zhao over.

However, this behavior has now been explicitly prohibited, and gambling and chatting have become some of their few remaining activities.

Some people were playing cards on their beds or the edge of their beds, while others gathered together to eat and chat.

The speaker was a member of the Perez family. He ate a piece of whole-wheat bread with a slightly bitter taste and said, "I had never heard of the Lance family gang before. They just appeared out of nowhere and suddenly became capable of challenging us."

"Where in the world can so many strange gangs suddenly become so powerful?"

"Rather than saying they are an independent gang, I'm more inclined to believe that several other families are supporting the Lance family behind the scenes. You know, the conflict between us has always existed."

"But everyone wants to maintain a basic level of civility. They can't take action themselves for fear of triggering a full-scale war, so they found a proxy."

Some people supported his viewpoint, while others did not. So they began to debate whether the Lance family was a tool used by the other five great families, besides the Perez family, to deal with them.

When there are differing opinions, some people try to impose their ideas on others. Their voices gradually grew louder, and the person in charge of the work here shouted a few curses, which immediately silenced them.

But from the defiant look in their eyes, those around them knew that they would continue arguing.

"...They were just discussing some random things, and then they started arguing."

"Yes, I've been watching their patrols, and so far we haven't found anything unusual."

"We still have plenty of food and other supplies, enough to last at least two weeks. If we need anything, I will contact the family."

"Okay...I understand, I will."

He nodded as he spoke, then quickly hung up the phone.

Every night at 8 PM, midnight, 8 AM the next morning, and 2 PM, he needed to call the Perez Manor to report on the situation here.

If he doesn't make a call, then the Perez estate will send someone over immediately to provide support, or he can proactively call to request assistance.

Bob knew very well that, just like when they raided Lance's transport convoy, it was when your enemies figured out the details of one of your industries.

Even if you deploy a hundred or a thousand people here, as long as the other side decides to take action, they will definitely have a way to deal with a hundred or a thousand people!

Even if you think you've done everything perfectly, you can still be quickly defeated in an attack.

Including war.

In some key battles for control of nodes, once the federal army launches a general offensive, it is highly likely, if not 100%, to capture the nodes they want.

Similarly, if it were the enemy attacking, they would certainly be fully prepared.

This is to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

The first phone call report for tonight has been completed; the next one will be at midnight.

He had just hung up the phone when he seemed to remember something. There was something he hadn't had time to say during the call, so he picked up the phone again.

What he didn't know was that the phone line had actually been cut the moment he hung up.

In the darkness, two shadowy figures found the telephone cable—not the kind on a utility pole, but a thick, coiled cable buried underground.

They used specialized tools to cut all the telephone lines, at which point the telephone was effectively disabled.

As long as he puts the phone to his ear, he can hear the quiet sounds coming from inside.

At this crucial moment, it seemed as if God was playing a joke on him. The argument that had just subsided erupted again, and the people greeted each other's families, creating a warm atmosphere of a large family.

The supervisor, who had already picked up the phone, couldn't help but put it back down. He frowned and slammed his fist on the table a few times, but this time it was no use.

Fights have happened here more than once.

The reasons are varied and numerous, but ultimately, it all comes down to "arrogance".

These lower-ranking members, bearing the Perez family name, always felt they were of higher status and more prestigious than members of other gangs.

This kind of thinking can make them display an arrogant attitude; they always feel that they are superior to others.

In such an environment, it's easy for people to lose their temper and start fighting.

People became amused by the fight, and some even cheered them on, telling them how to beat each other.

Eating, chatting, sleeping, and rewarding yourself are the most mundane activities here right now.

So, fights between gang members are obviously much more sophisticated and more captivating.

The supervisor yelled at them to stop, saying the scene was chaotic.

Outside the window, under the cover of night, a group of people were rapidly approaching.

Hailam's breathing gradually became heavy and rapid; he was now somewhat excited. He hadn't gone on a killing spree for a while, and if someone were to observe his eyes, they would notice that his eyeballs were now bloodshot.

The darkness provided the security guards here with excellent protection, but it also provided necessary cover for people like Hailam.

The sound of footsteps approaching from afar made everyone hold their breath. They almost lay prone on the ground as four security guards on patrol walked towards them.

For many people who have never been to this abandoned factory, the roads and routes are a mess, and it is easy to get lost without a map.

However, if you have a sufficient understanding of the place, such as having the factory's design drawings, then it's not that complicated and doesn't resemble a maze at all.

The factory's design standards are definitely higher, serving production, so as long as you keep that in mind and refer to some markers on the map, you can easily find the way to the warehouse.

The security guards here don't just stand idly in one place; they patrol dynamically and sometimes even change their routes.

No one can guarantee that the infiltrators won't run into them.

As the footsteps drew closer, two beams of light appeared in front of Hailam and his companions.

They have flashlights.

Fortunately, light bulb technology was not advanced at that time, and the dim light of the flashlight could not illuminate many places, only the places they wanted to see.

"Don't grab my clothes so tightly," a security guard grumbled. The guy behind him was gripping his clothes so tightly that it made him feel a sense of tension in front of him.

He's said it many times, but it hasn't worked. The guy behind him is afraid of the dark.

They used to be able to skip patrols at night, so whether they were afraid of the dark or not didn't matter, since they were all staying in the big room anyway.

But now they need to patrol regularly. For these people who are afraid of the dark, the night is like a hunting ground full of dangers.

They may not be the prey, but they are certainly not the hunters.

The pitch-black night seemed to conceal a monster capable of devouring people, which had already silently opened its gaping maw.

The guy behind him felt utterly unsafe; everything he couldn't see seemed to hide something terrifying. He was so nervous that he could barely speak, "Do you think... they might attack us tonight?"

The other three members of the patrol team couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Come on, very few people know about this place, even very few people within the family know about it. How could they possibly know about this place?"

"If you ask me, Bob and the others are just too nervous. We don't need to be so nervous at all. If they find this place, I'll give you ten dollars."

Ten dollars may not seem like much to these low-level gang members, but it's certainly not a small amount either.

The warehouse contains a large amount of important supplies, and only relevant people know some of its contents. If everyone in the family knew what was in the warehouse and where it was located, something terrible would have happened long ago.

The reason why this place has remained peaceful for so many years is not only due to the Perez family's formidable reputation here, but also mainly because its location has been relatively kept secret.

Unbeknownst to the four, just a few meters away, some people were watching them from the darkness.

As they drew closer, Hailam pointed his weapon at them.

"Pfft!"

"what sound?"

The last guy, still focused on the dark buildings around him, chuckled and said, "Who the hell farted?"

"Heavy gift crab, I've really had enough of dealing with you fart kings..."

Before he could finish speaking, his face was suddenly covered with something that looked like water stains.

He reached out and touched it, and under the beam of the flashlight, he discovered that the water stains were blood.

Immediately afterwards, he heard someone fart, and almost the next second, he collapsed to the ground.

As he drifted into unconsciousness, he saw a pair of brown sneakers emerge from the darkness and appear before him. With all his might, he turned his head to look at the owner of the shoes, but could only see a shadow standing before him against the backdrop of a slightly lit sky, pulling the trigger on him.

It sounded like a fart, or even louder.

Bullets pierced his head one after another, and all his thoughts, even the workings of the world, came to a complete halt at that moment.

After emptying the bullets, Helam replaced the magazine; he really likes this small-caliber pistol now.

The sound is very low, but it can still be deadly. As long as the distance isn't too far, it can be particularly useful in certain situations.

Of course, he didn't give up his love for submachine guns that use standard pistol ammunition. When engaged in direct firefights, he still preferred the kind of weapon that could make his hands numb from firing so many shots.

The four corpses lying on the ground were dragged to a corner, and the group continued towards the warehouse.

A dozen minutes later, they had wiped out most of the patrol team outside the warehouse. In fact, they had arrived here two days ago and had been observing the patrol routes of the patrol teams to find some opportunities.

In the duty room, the supervisor was frowning. He felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The noise in the duty room made it impossible for him to calm down. After a while, he suddenly remembered that he still had something to tell Bob.

He picked up the phone and prepared to dial, but there was no sound coming from the receiver, even when he dialed the number.

At first, he thought the phone was broken. After hanging up several times, there was still no sound. If he still didn't know what had happened, then he was a completely incompetent supervisor.

He stood up abruptly, his face showing a mixture of fear and anger. "They're here!"

"Who's here?" The eyes of those who were gambling or looking at those lewd magazines were all on him, filled with doubt and stupidity.

"The Lance family is here..." He was breathing heavily as he took his pistol and went to the window, looking out at the dark night through the glass.

He tried desperately to see something, but in the end he couldn't see anything at all.

The sound of shattering glass finally brought the security guards inside to their senses. They yelled and grabbed their weapons, starting to fire into the dark outside.

They didn't know if anyone was there, or if they had hit their target. All they needed now was a sense of security from pulling the trigger.

As several grenades were thrown in through the window, the supervisor looked at the things rolling around on the floor, cursed, and then collapsed heavily to the ground...

(End of this chapter)