Shadow Empire

Chapter 125: Tu Tu Tu [Monthly Ticket 666+4]
Car doors that have not been specially modified are not bulletproof, so when the firepower is intensive, hiding in the car is equivalent to lying in a coffin in advance.

No one knew which car Will was in, but whoever dared to look up would be fired upon.

From the time Lance returned to the car and stepped on the accelerator until now, only three or four minutes had passed at most, maybe five minutes, but maybe less.

The smell of gunpowder after it is fired is addictive. Some people like this smell, as well as the smell of gasoline and banana oil.

Some people like the smell of paint. In short, there will always be people who like some different smells.

The clicking sound of the firing pin firing in the air made Ethan throw the submachine gun back to his side. He took out his pistol and fired another volley of bullets at the nearest car.

The gunshots gradually subsided at this time. The convoy parked on the road was riddled with holes, and blood was constantly flowing out through the gaps between the doors and the base.

Slowly, stickily, it dripped onto the ground.

But there must be someone alive here, and there may be more than one.

It is not a good option to search every car to see if there are any survivors now. It is very dangerous. Lance does not want any accidents to happen, even though they have already happened.

The surroundings seemed exceptionally quiet due to the dense gunfire. He took a pistol and fired several shots at the car's fuel tank. The bullets penetrated the fuel tank and gasoline began to flow out through the bullet holes. Others also realized the purpose of Lance's actions and opened fire at the fuel tank.

"I thought it was going to explode!" Ethan felt a little sorry that he didn't see the fireworks show.

There was already a strong smell of gasoline at the scene. Lance sat in the car, took out a match and lit it.

At that moment, its incandescent light illuminated his expressionless face, and he threw the match away, landing in a pool of gasoline.

Soon all seven cars were set on fire. Suddenly, someone pushed open the car door and rushed out shouting, but was immediately knocked down by several gunshots.

Feeling the flames burning around him, Will could no longer hide.

He shouted, "Don't shoot, I have no weapon, I am Will..."

He pushed open the door, raised his hands high, and climbed out of the car with difficulty.

When leaving the car, he tripped over something and fell to his knees.

The sandy ground made him feel a piercing pain. Everyone could hear the sound of bones hitting the concrete, which was so painful.

He endured the pain and stood up unflexibly, looking around at a loss and in a trance.

More people rushed out of the burning car, but they did not have Will's good luck and were soon killed by random gunfire and became corpses on the ground.

Lance got out of the car and looked at him.

This was the first time Lance and Will stood face to face, but also the last time.

"Let me go and name your price." Will tried his best not to let his voice tremble. He didn't dare to speak loudly because if he did, he would show his cowardice.

Instead, his voice was softer, and you couldn't hear the trembling behind his voice.

Lance shook his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. The firelight illuminated the two people. One of them had a heart as hot as fire, but the other was so cold.

"You can't afford it, Will."

Lance glanced at Ethan and held out his hand, motioning for him to give him the gun, which Ethan did, but gave him a submachine gun.

He glared at Ethan, and when he turned to look at Will, he couldn't help laughing. He felt a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I... didn't think of using this."

Will was still trying, "Listen, this is the end of it. I'm going to give all my wealth over the years to..."

chug chug!

Lance held the submachine gun and pulled the trigger without waiting for Will to finish his words, shooting him into a sieve in front of Will's incredulous gaze.

The firelight only illuminated half of Lance, half was in the firelight and half was hidden in the shadow. He stood there with his legs slightly apart until he could no longer fire the next bullet!
The night wind lifted his windbreaker and blew off his hat.

After firing all the bullets, he returned the submachine gun to Ethan, his hands feeling a little numb.

Will is not completely dead yet, but his life has entered the final countdown.

He fell to the ground, his body twitching continuously with the desire to survive. His body seemed to be making a final effort to stay, to stay in this world.

But there might be a one-pound bullet in his body that won't give him the chance.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes had become dim. He was still looking at Lance, as if questioning him why he didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

Lance bent down and picked up the hat from the ground, patted it on his clothes twice, and then put it on with a slightly sarcastic smile, his chin tilted at a slightly tilted angle, "I said, you can't afford the price."

After saying that, he returned to the car, which started up again, and soon the convoy disappeared into the night. At this time, Officer Lucard, who had just arrived at Senhu Villa, looked at his empty police car and the empty villa.

He swore a few dirty words, then stepped on the accelerator and drove onto the highway.

He thought the people here had not left yet, but what he didn't expect was that not only did they leave, but his men also disappeared!
He swore that no matter what, he would make Will pay the price!
He increased the speed of the car to the highest speed. The two police officers sitting in the back looked a little pale. At this time, the radio suddenly transmitted a full-channel dispatch information -

"…In the Imperial District… a section of road has seen a heavy exchange of fire. I repeat, a heavy exchange of fire has occurred on this section of road, suspected to involve automatic weapons."

"Please ask nearby patrol officers to assist the scene as soon as possible. Please pay attention to safety..."

Lucard turned the steering wheel sharply and drove towards the scene.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the scene. The fire was still burning. He showed his ID and entered the scene. He was very annoyed when he saw that there was almost nothing left to burn.

"Where's the fire truck?" He looked around. "This is almost burnt out, where's the fire truck?"

Just as he was speaking, the fire truck in the distance finally arrived in a hurry. The firefighter, who was obviously woken up from his dream, looked at the fire that was about to go out naturally, and still dutifully connected the fire hydrant.

Watching them scatter the last bit of evidence everywhere, Officer Lucard held his head and kicked the ground hard - the kind where the tip of the shoe touches the ground and drags along the ground.

But as luck would have it, his heels were scraped off by the rough ground!
"Fuck!" Officer Lucard's roar made people stay away from him.

He walked back and forth for several steps, then suddenly ran to the ground next to the morgue and untied the shrouds one by one. When he saw Will's face, he suddenly ran back.

Get in the car, start the car, and step on the accelerator, Lance!
As long as we find Lance now, we can arrest him directly!
But it was obvious that he couldn't find Lance.

Lance was in a public phone booth, holding the surgeon's business card, "…I'm sorry to call you so late, but I'm really in some trouble."

"Yes, I know, but this is a special situation."

"Listen, we don't have that much time. On one side is 20,000 yuan and my friendship, and on the other side is my anger. What do you think you should choose?"

"...Okay, of course no problem, I'll remember that, wait for me..."

After he hung up the phone, he told the location and the convoy set sail again immediately.

Someone was shot, and more than one. Lance even suspected that it was possible that they shot one of their own. In the damn dark, everyone was circling around Will's convoy and shooting. No one could guarantee that every shot hit the right place.

Ethan, the idiot, got shot in the thigh, and he didn't feel it at first until his pants got wet.

Lawen was shot in the arm, and someone else was shot. What surprised Lance was that Hiram, who had leaned his whole body out of the car window, was not hurt at all!
Four people were shot and several others were injured, but it was not known how. Two of them needed stitches.

He had just had a fight, and now going to a big hospital would be a hassle. He thought of the doctor who performed surgery on Alvin last time.

Lance likes this kind of doctor who has good surgical skills and is willing to take private work.

Although communication was not smooth at the beginning, it has been resolved now.

There is no one in this world who cannot be persuaded. If you cannot persuade someone, it must be because you have the wrong conditions.

The doctor had a friend who owned a private clinic with the conditions to perform the surgery, so he asked them to go there.

Soon the car stopped outside the clinic and the operations were performed in order from the most serious to the least serious.

The operation lasted until after three in the morning before it was completed.

Lance had already gone back once, and there was 20,000 yuan in the paper bag in his hand.

The doctor looked at him helplessly, then looked at the bag of money, "I won't admit that we have met."

Lance did not deny it. He said sincerely, "Thank you very much for your help. Otherwise, I would have lost several family members today."

"If you have any trouble in Jingang City in the future, as long as I can solve it, call me anytime and anywhere!" He took out a business card and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor didn't want to take the call at first. He was threatened to perform surgery in the middle of the night, and it was obvious that these people had just been involved in a gunfight, so he didn't want to get into trouble.

But Lance's threat was so naked. He was just a doctor, not anyone else, so he had no choice but to compromise in the end.

But after the operation, he had some other ideas. Looking at the business card in Lance's hand, he gently squeezed it and said, "I will try not to use it."

Lance patted his shoulder, "Do you want me to take you home?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "You should take care of yourselves first." He gave Lance some medicine and told him how to take care of these patients.

After they came out of the clinic, Lance called Alberto again. He needed some help now.

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(End of this chapter)