Shadow Empire

Chapter 124 Chance Encounter
In the luxurious living room, Will stood up under people's gaze, walked to the wall, picked up a travel bag, walked to the coffee table, and unzipped it.

He lifted it up with force and shook it with the mouth facing downward. The rolled-up banknotes tied with a rubber band immediately fell out and landed on the coffee table, while some rolled to the ground.

Everyone's breathing became a little faster, and their heartbeats kept swaying with the banknotes rolling everywhere.

What is the purpose of being in a gang?
Not being bullied, being glorious, and having face, everyone may have different answers, but there is only one thing they can reach a consensus on, and that is being rich!

For these people, being in a gang is actually no different from going to work. Will gives them a sum of money every month, but the amount is uncertain.

If the gang got more money and Will got more of it, then they could take more, a hundred or two hundred, or more.

If a gang does not make much criminal profit this month, or even suffers a loss, for example, a place belonging to the gang is burned down by other gangs.

Then everyone will get less money, but it is still better than working outside, about 70 or 80 yuan.

This is also the reason why, even though it is very dangerous, they are all willing to continue here.

Money really is a good thing, at least in the federation, and it can solve most problems for most people.

But it's not that good because it's too hard to make money.

People's eyes were fixed on the banknotes. They didn't know how many there were, but they were sure that everyone would get a roll.

When the last roll of bills was poured out, Will threw the travel bag aside and lit another cigarette. "One roll for each person. When the job is done, there will be another roll when you come back."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, which distorted people's vision and made his calm face look blurry and distorted.

It was not the first time for his men to receive this kind of money, and they all knew the rules of dividing the money. Will's most trusted confidant sat in the seat before him and began to hand the rolls of money to the people around him.

After getting the money, everyone will stand on the other side. Some of them put the money directly into their pockets, while others will remove the rubber band, fold it and put it in their pockets, which makes it easier to carry.

Each roll contains five-dollar bills, and there are twenty of them in total, which is one hundred dollars.

If there is still one roll left after I come back, it will be two hundred yuan.

There are more than thirty people here, and the money is paid in two installments, which is about 7,000 yuan.

At the end there were still two scrolls left, which meant someone didn't come, but he didn't care.

"I only have one request, to avenge my brother..."

At this time, Officer Lucard became nervous because the police officer he arranged to follow told him that Will suddenly gathered a large number of his men, and he suspected that they might have some actions at night.

He quickened his pace along the way, arrived at the assistant director's office and knocked on the door.

About ten seconds later, a slightly tired voice said "Come in". He pushed the door open and saw the assistant director yawning.

The Jingang City Police Department has a police chief and two assistant chiefs. Due to the special nature of this city, the assistant chiefs need to be on duty 24 hours a day.

In other words, one person is here during the day and another person is here at night.

The assistant chief saw Officer Lucard and rubbed his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Officer Lucard told the situation his men had discovered, "I suspect Will and his men will take action tonight. He has gathered a large number of his men in his villa."

"This may be a mobilization. Once the mobilization is over, they will definitely take action."

The assistant chief took 20 to 30 seconds to react, but he did not agree with Officer Lucard's judgment. "Do you have any evidence?"

"Or is this all just speculation on your part?"

Officer Lucard shook his head. "I don't have any evidence, but I believe my guess is correct."

"He can't help it anymore. He will definitely take action."

He looked at Officer Lucard and said, "Lucard, you are also a veteran police officer. You should know that our police force is very tight at night."

"If I have to mobilize police forces to prevent something that hasn't happened yet because of your unsubstantiated speculation, and if you're wrong, do you know how much trouble this will bring me?"

"If your guess is correct, then everything will be fine, you will be commended, I will be commended, and everyone will be fine."

"But what if your guess is wrong?" the assistant director asked. "Do you know what we will pay for it if you guess wrong?"

"Also, what if they find out we are mobilizing police forces and give up doing things at night?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, from here to the branch, they have been infiltrated beyond recognition. No matter what big plans we have now, they will know even earlier than the director!"

It is also a fact that in the era when corrupt police were most rampant, anyone could call a number that did not quite match their identity in a roadside phone booth for a stack of cash.

"Are we not going to do anything?" Officer Lucard was a little annoyed, although this was not the first time he had been so annoyed.

The assistant chief shook his head and took a sip of the cold coffee. "They are all criminals, Lucard. Let them fight. After they start fighting, we will clean up the mess."

"Believe me, the citizens would rather see more of them die than stop them before they start to act!"

For some reason, Officer Lucard suddenly remembered Lance's unfunny joke - the climax of the story is always in the last twenty minutes!

He returned to his office, sat down, but couldn't help standing up. After going back and forth several times, he called two police officers, took up his weapons, and pushed the door open.

This time he did not drive his own car, but a police car. Sometimes police cars can play a greater role in such emergencies.

At the same time, several shadows climbed over the wall behind the office and entered the alley. In the darkness, Hiram and Laun kept walking in the shadows, sticking to the wall.

Across the street, there was a car parked with two people inside.

They were the ones who were doing the surveillance here, and they were already feeling a little drowsy at this point. The baseball team game replay on the car radio did not arouse their interest at all.

One of them was holding the steering wheel, his head nodding, while the other one was slumped in the passenger seat with his head tilted back, and had fallen asleep with his mouth open.

Hiram and Laun tiptoed to both sides of the car door and slowly opened it.

Thanks to the good maintenance of the car, the hinges did not make any crackling sounds.

The two men looked at each other, and Hiram took out a dagger, grabbed the guy in the driver's seat by the hair, and stabbed him in the neck.

On the other side, Laun pressed the guy's open mouth with his arm and stabbed him with the knife as well.

Both of them struggled hard, but it didn't take long before they became motionless.

Lawn walked over to Hiram, dragged him out of the driver's seat, threw him into the back seat, and drove into the yard of the firm.

The car will be disposed of tomorrow.

Seeing the stalkers were removed, Hiram ran back to the office, and soon five cars filed out and advanced quickly towards the western part of the Empire District.

At night, there are not many cars or people on the road. The darkness blocks the light and people's sight, and also conceals countless crimes.

On the other hand, Will was also arranging people to deal with the people who were following him.

Of course he would not kill these policemen. Although he was almost driven crazy by hatred, he was not crazy enough to kill the policemen from the criminal case squad.

Several men came out of the villa, and the driver who was keeping watch on them nudged his sleeping partner with his elbow, who immediately woke up.

He wiped his face and looked around, "What's wrong?"

However, his partner did not answer him, and when he looked at his partner, he also saw several people outside the cab.

They all held pistols in their hands, and the man standing closest to them whispered, "Will invites you to his villa as guests, don't make things difficult for us!"

Under the black muzzle of a gun, all beings are equal.

The two police officers raised their hands and their sleepiness disappeared. They did not try to be stubborn and were very cooperative.

Fortunately, Will did not embarrass them. He just tied them up and threw them into the basement, and told them that he would release them after the matter was over. Everyone got in the car, and seven cars left the villa one after another. What they didn't know was that in addition to the police watching them, there were also people watching them at the door of the villa.

Morris was actually very sleepy at this time, but he knew that they would take action tonight, and Lance had told him, so he kept insisting.

In a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of a car horn. He was startled and looked towards the gate of the villa. A row of cars was blocked at the door.

A man in black was scolding the security guard, who bowed and apologized, then raised the railing.

"Oops!"

"They chose tonight, too!"

Looking at the cars that were slowly coming out, Morris didn't have much time to think. The speed of these cars was not slow. Maybe in a dozen seconds at most, he would only be able to see their departing backs.

It was at this moment that he made an important decision. He started the car, followed, and turned on the headlights.

What’s even more amazing is that the last car didn’t even realize that it was the last car.

In the dark, they couldn't see the car driven by Morris clearly, but they could see two headlights. In addition, the environment was closed, so the people in the last car could only subconsciously think that this car was in the same group as them.

Two convoys were driving towards each other in the middle of the night. No one spoke in any car; everyone remained silent.

Some people were checking their weapons, some were praying secretly, and some were suppressing their boiling emotions!
More than ten minutes later, the two convoys could see each other's headlights from a distance, but neither of them realized that their target was on the opposite lane.

The nights in the Empire District are quiet. It is poor and backward. Before it became the "Empire District", most dock workers lived here because it was not far from the docks.

Whether you take public transportation or walk to the pier, it doesn't take too much time.

But with the influx of a large number of imperial immigrants and illegal immigrants, they began to live here in clusters to facilitate their work at the docks or other areas, so there were more and more imperial people here, and it eventually became the Imperial District.

But this will not make a quiet area lively. While other places are the busiest at night, the Imperial District is quiet.

The dim light bulbs on both sides of the road cannot illuminate a large area. Occasionally, wild cats or dogs passing by under the light of street lamps will quickly hide back in the shadows after being illuminated.

Nocturnal creatures know this well: don't expose yourself to the light.

Perhaps only the homeless people sleeping soundly on the ground don't care about it. Anyway, no one would be crazy enough to hurt them who are penniless.

The distance between the two convoys was getting closer and closer, but it was night. If it were daytime, perhaps a passing math teacher would come up with an elementary school math problem that only college students could solve.

But now, there is nothing here.

The convoy was getting closer and closer, and one could even vaguely see the people in each other's cars.

Lance looked at the convoy on the opposite side. He didn't recognize the person in the front, and Will's car was in the middle, so he just thought they were ordinary passers-by.

Jingang City is one of the cities in the Federation with the most gang forces, the most chaos, but also the most orderly, so it is not surprising to see gangs going out in groups at night.

Although it is difficult to increase the vehicle speed to a very high level during this period, the meeting process is still very short, only more than ten seconds at most.

Just as the two convoys were about to pass each other, Morris spotted Lance.

The next moment, a car horn sounded from Morris's car. Lance, whose attention was drawn, saw him at once and saw the gestures he made.

Although those gestures didn't seem to have any specific meaning, they made Lance realize that this team was the one he was looking for!
But now...what to do?
Almost in just a few seconds, Lance turned the steering wheel and the front of his car hit the back of the car driven by Morris. The sound of the collision and the different horn sounds alarmed the entire convoy, and the two moving convoys stopped because of this traffic accident.

Lance glanced at Ennio who was sitting in the passenger seat and said, "Tell the brothers, this is the person we are looking for. When my car starts, have them follow me. We will circle around them and shoot as we go. Go!"

After hearing this, Ennio crouched down and left the co-pilot seat to deliver the message.

Will frowned as he sat in the car, looking back through the blurry rear window. "What happened?"

He looked at his men sitting in the passenger seat and ordered, "Go see what happened."

His trusted men opened the car door and got out, then quickly walked to the end of the convoy.

Morris's car was tilted in the middle of the road, and the front of the other car obviously crossed the center line and hit the back of Morris's car.

Anyone who comes to see it will know that it is the other party's problem.

A young man was standing at the front of the car, checking the collision. He walked over and asked, "What happened?"

The young man looked very apologetic. "I'm sorry, my cigarette accidentally dropped and I bent down to pick it up, but it swung over to me."

"Look at how much money you need. I can give it to you. This is my fault!"

The trusted subordinate looked at the young man's face several times, then looked at the place where he was hit. "Wait..." he said and walked back.

He stood outside Will's car window and told him what he had seen and heard, "He plans to compensate us with some money. I want to know how much."

Will's brows remained furrowed. "Go tell him that he doesn't need to pay compensation. Let him go. We have other things to do."

Under normal circumstances, he would let the other party know who the daddy is in the Empire District, but now, he was in a hurry to get revenge and had no time to waste on such a small matter.

The trusted subordinate nodded and returned to the accident scene again.

At this time, Will also began to focus his attention on the opposing convoy.

They had five cars and Will had seven cars, so the other side's fourth car was right opposite Will's car.

Both sides were looking at each other, Will was looking at these people, and these people were looking at them.

In the dark carriage with only a strong light source at the back, he couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, but he could see that they were all staring at him, which made Will feel uncomfortable.

Just when the atmosphere became a little tense and even a little hostile due to this eye contact, the guy sitting in the back seat of the driver's seat opposite suddenly shook his hair.

A hint of a smile appeared on Will's face, but it quickly disappeared. He said "idiot" in a voice that only he could hear.

But soon, his brows furrowed again, as he saw someone in the opposite convoy talking to everyone in each car one by one. He only said a few words and then left.

This action made him feel a little uneasy. He looked back and saw that his trusted subordinates were walking towards him. For some reason, he suddenly felt a palpitation.

He looked across again and saw that the idiot who had made him smile knowingly just now had his upper body leaning out of the car body.

Then, in Will's horrified eyes, he took out a submachine gun from his side!

"Fuck!" He suddenly shrank under the seat, pulled out his pistol and shot outside without caring whether anyone could see him or not.

But at this time, Lance's team was already moving.

The sound of pistol gunfire and submachine gun gunfire echoed over the road in an instant!

Will's most trusted henchman was shot several times and fell to the ground before he could even get back to the car.

The entire convoy was caught off guard, and many people were shot before they even drew their weapons!

Lance was driving the car while Ethan was sitting in the back seat, constantly pulling the trigger. The submachine gun in his hand was spitting out flames steadily with almost no recoil.

Five cars circled around seven cars, gunfire continued and smoke filled the air.

The wild cats and dogs in the roadside alleys disappeared in an instant, and the rats that occasionally poked their heads out of the sewers also shrank back into the deepest part.

The homeless people covered with newspapers on the roadside wanted to fly away immediately, but they were afraid that they would suddenly stand up and attract fire, so they could only continue to pretend to be dead.

"Drive, drive, drive the car!" Will shouted, slapping the back of the driver's seat hard.

But just as the driver sat down, his head suddenly hit the steering wheel hard. Will cursed and tried to leave the iron guy...

(End of this chapter)