Shadow Empire

Chapter 127 The Injured Man
Heller was standing upstairs in the Empire Nights nightclub. Through the window, he could see several groups of police officers on the street below.

Some of the police were still questioning his people.

Not only here, some other senior officials have been targeted by the police because of the damn gunfight in the middle of the night yesterday.

Will is dead.

In fact, he didn't really care who died and who didn't.

When the Karami Gang first came to the Federation, how many people died in their attempt to gain a foothold here?
That was the truly brutal battle. Almost every few days some people would completely disappear from everyone's lives, and some new faces would join in.

Heller's grandfather, father, uncle, aunt, brothers and sisters, more than a dozen of them died, but he never cared that much, especially after he sat in this position!
As long as it’s not me who dies.

There are countless people out there who want to join Camilla's gang.

Just find a cadre he likes and promote him to a senior cadre, then wouldn’t all the people be complete?

The reason why he looked so bad now was that someone dared to challenge him and the Camilla Gang. He was also angry that Will knew that he was going to receive the goods today, but still made such a big mistake.

The people he arranged to pick up the goods are now also being watched by the police, who suspect that they may engage in a revenge fight.

In order to control the situation and prevent these gangsters from fighting in the middle of the road in broad daylight, many police officers came over and kept an eye on them.

It is said that doing so can reduce the anxiety of the citizens and ensure the city's security, so they will keep a close eye on these people for at least one to two weeks.

How can I receive the goods when I am being watched by the police?
The wine is already fucking at sea and about to reach the waters outside the port.

These smugglers are not good guys. If they don’t show up on time and no one comes after waiting for a while, they will just take their stuff and leave.

Heller had already paid for the wine.

The Camilla Gang is not like the five major families, which all have some smuggling business, or have enough face to have people bring things to them first and then pay them.

Heller did not have such a big face with the smugglers, so he had to pay first, and then the other party would deliver the goods.

As for whether he can receive it or not, that has nothing to do with them. They are only responsible for delivering it.

In other words, if he didn't go to pick up the goods worth $200,000, the other party would rather throw the wine into the sea than wait for him.

His anger at this moment could not be described in words. A bastard who dared to challenge the dignity of the gang, and a dead guy who cost him two hundred thousand!
It seemed like there was still a long time before dark, but if you looked closely, it was only a little over ten hours, and he had to make a choice.

He picked up the phone, hesitated for a while, and dialed the number of the boss of the Red Dog Gang. The Red Dog Gang spanned two districts, the Empire District and the Port District, but they were not among the most harmful gangs.

Their main means of making a living is to collect protection fees and provide protection for all commercial places, such as the bar that Lance went to before.

They provided six security guards for the bar, and the bar owner only had to pay 500 yuan including protection fees, and there were no other fees.

This amount of money is nothing for an underground bar. It can be earned back in two or three days if there are more customers.

Apart from these, they have some other sources of income, such as theft and pimping. In short, they are not very vicious crimes and can be considered a "friendly gang."

So there is no huge conflict between the two sides.

The call was quickly connected, "Hi, Brother Bill, this is Heller."

"What's up?"

"Look, I'm in a bit of trouble. A shipment of goods is coming in tonight, but I can't spare the time to pick it up right now, so I plan to transfer this shipment to you."

"and……"

Bill, the leader of the Red Dog Gang, interrupted him, "What kind of stuff?"

"Wine, worth two hundred thousand, can be sold for more than three hundred and fifty thousand in the market. You only need to give me one hundred and eighty thousand and it will be yours."

The guy on the other side was very decisive. He slashed at the aorta with a knife, "One hundred thousand yuan."

Heller choked. "It can be sold for 350,000. 180,000 is already nearly double the profit."

A woman's laughter came from the receiver, and Bill refused directly, "I don't want it..."

The next second, the call was hung up.

Heller stared at the receiver in his hand for a while, cursed a few words, and dialed another number.

This was a call from a gang leader in the West Forest District. There was no conflict between them and the Camilla Gang, either in terms of business or territory. They were also immigrants, and Heller had met their boss several times, so they had some friendship.

But as soon as he mentioned this, the other party refused. The reason was simple: they did not have such a deep friendship, and the gunfight last night made the police in the Port District and the Imperial District very nervous.

There is a great risk in accepting the goods. What if you fail to accept them, or if you accept them but are discovered by the police, who will be responsible for the loss?
Rather than risking money and taking on this job, it would be better to wait until the police are less nervous and arrange a boat yourself.

Everyone is now planning to, or is already doing, the bootleg liquor business, and is unwilling to ruin their original business for a little profit.

After hanging up the phone helplessly, Heller was so angry that his chest hurt!
After he took out a special medicine and swallowed a tablet, he seemed to feel better.

There was one guy's number he hadn't called yet, and he didn't really want to make the call, but this might be his last chance.

"Hi, big Polly, it's me, Heller."

"Hello, Heller, Heller!"

"I remember you, is there anything you can do for me?"

The flamboyant voice coming from the receiver made Heller feel what he looked like even if she didn't see him.

This is also why Heller doesn't like him very much.

In fact, if possible, the people in Jingang City don't want to have any contact with Big Polly. This guy is not very smart. The fact that he fired with a submachine gun on the streets of a busy city in broad daylight makes people understand how stupid he is.

"I'm in a bit of trouble. There's a shipment coming in from the sea at night, but I'm being watched by the police now and I can't get away."

"I plan to transfer this batch of goods. Maybe you will be interested."

His unique voice came out of the receiver, "Yes, I am interested in any business that makes money."

"So Heller, what can you give me, and what do I have to pay for it?"

Heller took a deep breath and said, "The wine is worth two hundred thousand dollars and can be sold for three hundred and fifty thousand dollars in the market. I have already paid the money and you can take the goods directly."

"As a price, you give me 100,000 yuan, and this batch of goods will be yours."

About ten seconds later, a reply came from the other end that satisfied Heller. "No problem, but there is one thing. I will pay you only after I receive the goods and confirm that my people and the goods are safe."

"Of course, of course, that's what should be done."

"Heller, I have to say, you are a very interesting person. Maybe we will become good friends."

"Then tell me the time, location, and code for receiving the goods..."

After hanging up the phone, Heller breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday he was still thinking that he could get the lion's share of the profit of at least 150,000 yuan this time.

As a result, the next day, after 24 hours, not only was the profit gone, but a loss of 100,000 yuan was also incurred.

Son of a bitch Will, what's that son of a bitch!

If the Red Dog Gang is a relatively mild gang, then the Camilla Gang is not mild at all.

Many imperial people had been killed by them over the years, and Heller was not a kind-hearted person. After thinking it over, he dialed a phone number.

After the call was connected, he said "It's me", and then the other party hung up.

About four or five minutes later, the phone in front of him rang, "What's going on?"

A dull male voice was heard, and it was obvious that the microphone was wrapped with a handkerchief. This would change the sound, so it would be useless even if someone was recording it.

"Who did it in Will's case last night?" he asked. He intended to get back the money he lost from the other party.

Will was doomed, and he didn't know Will's account and password, so this might be his only chance to get some compensation. The man's voice came from the receiver, "At present, we think it is very likely that the 'Lance Family' in the 7th Street of the Port District was responsible, but there is no direct evidence so far."

"A lot of people are watching them now. If you don't want to get into trouble, you'd better not do it now."

"Also, don't call the police casually, don't fucking kill me!"

A busy tone sounded, and Heller looked at the receiver for a while, put it back on the phone base, then picked up a pen and wrote the name "Lance Family" in crooked letters on a piece of paper.

Not only is it ugly, it's also spelled wrong!
But none of this matters. What matters is that he knows who to ask to get back the 100,000 yuan he lost and the expected 150,000 yuan in profit!

At around ten o'clock, Lance arrived at the office and saw two police cars being "besieged".

The police have obtained a search warrant and are trying to make a last-ditch effort. As long as they can find the guns that fired the bullets they found at the scene, Lance will have to go to the police station for investigation.

Going to the police station and not going to the police station are two completely different things.

The federal police are not easy to deal with, and it is not uncommon to see suspects dying of sudden illness in police stations over the years.

Even federal law has repeatedly increased the possible means and scope of "torture" to ensure the safety of suspects.

But even so, we often hear about suspects dying suddenly in police stations.

Some of them were killed because they accidentally hit too hard.

But there were also some people who were told to shut up by someone.

If Lance were to go to the police station and no one was there to protect him, he would definitely confess.

So far, even the most stubborn people have been forced to confess after being subjected to these measures - they really will use water torture!
But unfortunately, Lance did not give them this opportunity, because the weapons had been returned to the bearded man.

If nothing unexpected happens, even if they find the weapons now, they will find that they have nothing to do with the warheads left at the scene.

At this time, they were surrounded by workers who glared at them. They mistakenly thought that these policemen were here to cause trouble for Lance because of Jamie and Johnny's case.

Damn federal police, when those people bullied them, the police didn't do anything even if they saw it.

But they only retaliated slightly, and the police came here as if they had encountered a big incident.

The anger generated among people in a group will infect those around them, and soon these people begin to push the police in the crowd.

The policemen didn't dare to fight back and could only hide back in the car. If Lance hadn't arrived in time, they would have even planned to overturn the police car!
Seeing Lance coming, people's angry mood calmed down a little. He spoke briefly to a few leading workers in the innermost part, and the workers who were surrounding there dispersed immediately.

The police who came this time were from the city police station, not from the port area.

"Mr. Lance, it seems that you are very respected here." The police officer said this, the meaning of which was unclear. Lance just smiled and nodded.

"People respect people who can provide them with jobs and a stable life."

He paused, "Do you have a search warrant?"

The police officer showed the search warrant, and Lance handed it to Sean after reading it. "You can go and search, but don't touch the archive documents. Those things are very troublesome to sort out."

"I don't like trouble. If you cause me trouble..."

The officer looked at him, "And then?"

Lance smiled and said nothing, but nodded twice, "Please."

The police officers in both cars got out, and as "fingerprints" had been incorporated into the judicial chain of evidence in previous years, the police officers conducted the search wearing gloves.

They searched almost everywhere, even the water tank in the toilet.

Another person was holding an iron rod and knocking on the wall, as if looking for a secret compartment or something.

Perhaps Lance's warning worked, and they did not mess up the archives room. Of course, the files could be clearly seen at a glance.

Whether there are weapons or not, and whether there are any hidden things, can be seen at a glance.

It was almost twelve o'clock when they completed the detailed search, even the yard and alley behind the office were searched.

"It looks like you handled it very cleanly, Mr. Lance," the leading police officer said as he stood on the side of the road, taking off his gloves.

Lance never fell for such traps. "I don't quite understand what you mean, but as a citizen of the Federation, I will unconditionally cooperate with the law enforcement power granted to you by the judiciary."

"Now, are you sure you have finished your search and found what you want?"

The officer shook his head. “I hope you can always be so careful!”

He said this and left with the police officers, but both he and Lance knew that this matter was far from over.

Lance returned to the office. Many people were looking at him. Facing their gazes, he "scolded" them with a confident voice, "What are you doing in a daze? Keep working!"

He returned to the office, called Hiram over, took out thirty dollars from the drawer and put it on the table.

"Go buy some gifts, bring some money, and send them to Johnny's home. Then go visit him in the hospital and tell him that we have asked for his family's forgiveness."

"Tell him to stop talking nonsense. I can't take care of him now. Don't let me take care of him. You know what I mean."

Hiram nodded and put the money away, "Tell him the seriousness of the matter."

Lance pointed at him. "Yeah, tell him how serious it is, and then go check on Erwin and see if he needs anything…"

Lance decided to deal with Johnny's problem because he was considering what would happen if Officer Lucard or the police in Jingang City intended to confront him.

Then Johnny might become a breakthrough point for a disgusting person, for example, he could bite Lance to death because he broke his arm and then refuse to reconcile.

Although Lance was sure that he would not go to jail because of this incident in the end, the police could use the witness's testimony to call him to the police station many times and even monitor him openly.

This is annoying, so he has to warn Johnny in advance not to do anything stupid!
After seeing Hiram off, Lance drove to the dock. He felt someone was following him.

In the federal government, apart from the plainclothes police officers in the municipal police station, there are only a few law enforcement agencies such as the FBI that have the power to enforce the law without wearing uniforms.

But I don’t think this small case will alarm the FBI. Of course, the current FBI is not actually a powerful agency. Although it has been established for some time, it has not yet demonstrated its strength among law enforcement agencies.

Then there seems to be only one correct answer: Officer Lucard, or the person he arranged.

Lance didn't think of this surveillance as a nuisance and went straight to the dock.

He contracted the workers' club, so naturally he came to see how it should be renovated.

He saw Vaughn on the way and chatted with him. Vaughn seemed to want to say something but couldn't. Lance thought he might know about the gunfight last night.

Jingang City is definitely a big city in this era, but it is also a small city with convenient channels for information dissemination.

The workers' club is very large. After looking around, Lance had a general idea. At the same time, he also discovered the flashing golden light here.

In fact, it has great potential, but the people in the union are still too timid, but he is very courageous.

Lance behaved no differently than usual throughout the entire day. In fact, both he and the people who followed him knew that he would not be stupid enough to take the initiative to do anything that might cause problems in such a short period of time.

Staring at him now is just a kind of "explanation".

Give an explanation to the people who actually don’t care much about this matter, and give an explanation to themselves.

At around one o'clock in the morning, Jimmy and his men appeared in the sea outside the port in a speedboat, and soon he found the person who came to deliver the goods.

After receiving the secret signal, he immediately got a large amount of wine.

The other party had no intention of communicating with him throughout the whole process. He watched them move the goods away and then drove away on the boat.

Jimmy, on the other hand, returned to the warehouse with a large number of speedboats filled with alcohol...

(End of this chapter)