Shadow Empire

Chapter 142 Let’s talk about the past, the attack, and the ending?
In the room, under the light, everyone was loading bullets into the magazines.

What surprised Lance was that there were two drum magazines here.

He was also loading bullets. Currently there were no special tools for quick loading, so each bullet had to be pressed in manually.

Maybe he could register a patent?
But now we still have to solve the current problem first.

Everyone was silent. There were definitely enough bullets, but the things they were going to face next would always make people feel a little scared.

Lance decided to talk about something to ease everyone's tension and stimulate their desire to fight.

"Hiram, where are you from?"

Hiram was suddenly called and didn't react. After a few seconds, he said the name of an imperial state.

"I have two older brothers. One of them died on the battlefield, and I don't know when the other will die. They didn't want me to be sent to the battlefield, so they sent me here."

"I came earlier than you did. At that time, His Majesty had not yet gone completely crazy, so the price was lower."

"You've seen what happened after I came here. Although I came here a while earlier than you, they still didn't pay me when they were supposed to."

Hiram seemed relaxed, "My mom called me last week and told me that my surviving brother had deserted the army and they are having a hard time."

"I don't have any other ideas now. I just want to make more money and take them over."

"But you saw, they didn't give me that chance."

The first "they" refers to his parents, while the second "they" refers to the federal people.

Withholding wages, lowering work prices, or even not paying wages.

He turned to look at Lance. "It wasn't until I met Lance through Erwin that the situation got better. I sent some money home, but I don't know if they received it..."

Lance looked at Lawn, "What about you?"

Laun put the magazine full of bullets in a box and picked up another magazine. "Hiram and I are neighbors, but I have older sisters. They were worried that I would die on the battlefield, so they hid me in the straw."

"Then he said he wanted to come to the Federation, so I followed him."

"Before I came here, I always heard that the Federation is a place full of gold..." As he said this, he couldn't help laughing, and the others were also amused by his words.

“But after I got here, I realized that there’s dog shit everywhere!”

"Lance, if it weren't for you, we might not even be able to come up with five dollars right now. I don't know how to say thank you."

"But I think it's better to give it a try than to die miserably!"

Lance nodded. "Yes, it's the same for everyone. The emperor wants us to die, the rebels don't care whether we live or die, and after we came to the Federation, the capitalists don't want us to have an easy life either."

“I don’t know why, but suffering always surrounds us. Since this world doesn’t give us a way out, let’s use our hands and the weapons in our hands to fight for a golden road for ourselves!”

He held a cigarette between his lips and pushed the loaded magazine into the gun with a click. Then he looked at the others and said, "Brothers... and sisters, today is a day that we should remember for the rest of our lives."

"Because our destiny, starting today, is officially different..."

There are still more than two hours until three o'clock. Lance and everyone else take turns sleeping. Even if it's just for an hour, it's good.

Before three o'clock, everything was quiet.

Standing by the window, he could even see the night sky in the direction of the city center dyed colorful by neon lights.

Beneath the glamorous exterior of decadence and extravagance, there is a foul smell of rotten flesh; this is the Federation.

By two o'clock, the others had almost woken up, and it was Lance and the others' turn to sleep.

No matter whether others could fall asleep or not, he was sure to fall asleep. You know, the night before they informed him that he would say goodbye to the world the next day, he was able to fall asleep and had a very long dream.

Instead of fearfully welcoming the judgment brought by fate, it is better to conserve your energy and then punch fate in the face!

He slept for an unknown amount of time, and had three dreams during that time. It was not until someone pushed him awake that he woke up from the sofa, rubbing his face. "What time is it?"

Erwin squatted beside the sofa. "It's two minutes to three. The police outside have left. Should we..."

Lance stood up from the couch and walked over to the window.

At his request, all the bright lights were turned off. Now looking in from the outside, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Through the window, Lance saw some car lights on at the end of the road. Obviously, someone was coming.

These people arranged things very tightly and didn't give any chances at all. Of course, this was also related to the fact that they had done similar things more than once.

Lance shook his head and slapped his cheek a few times, "They're already here."

"They definitely outnumber us. If we rush out, we will definitely not be their match. Now that we are in the room, it is actually to our advantage."

He quickly walked towards the first floor, "Put those movable lights where they can enter the house, and turn them on to illuminate them when they come in. Prepare for battle!"

"Remember!" He turned and looked at these people, "We have blocked almost all the windows on the first floor. The only places they can come in are the front door and the back door."

"As long as they come in, they will be targets. I wonder how many of them will die. We have the advantage this time."

After hearing what Lance said, everyone seemed to have more confidence!
On the street, a senior member of the Camilla Gang handed a brown paper bag to the police officer who was responsible for "maintaining law and order" at night. The police officer squeezed the brown paper bag, nodded expressionlessly, and then watched them enter the "encirclement."

Yes. Encirclement.

In fact, these police officers did not leave. They had surrounded the scene of the impending gunfight. What they had to do now was to wait until the gunfight was over, rush over to catch some "gangsters" who were committing crimes, and then bring them to justice.

By the time the media and the public reacted, they had already completed the encirclement and suppression of the gang. Without a doubt, this was another great victory for the Jingang City Police Station!

It is said that Chief Charlie and two assistant chiefs have already prepared their speeches, waiting to brag about the superior public security in Jingang City.

The senior officials sitting in the car were smoking cigarettes and did not show any nervousness at all.

This time they came with about a hundred people.
More people wanted to come because there were extra subsidies, so everyone wanted to come. However, the police said that if too many people were dispatched, it would be detrimental to stabilizing public opinion, so in the end they selected about a hundred people.

Four trucks, five cars, and three senior officials came here with their men.

In addition, the people who took the blame also came and sat obediently in the two cars.

Their job is to wait until the fight is over, take over some weapons from other gang members, and then prove that they were the ones who fired the shots.

Heller spent a hundred dollars to inquire with Robben, an attorney who specializes in gang litigation. It turned out that for people caught in a gunfight with everyone's consent, the sentence could range from one year in prison to the electric chair, which is very flexible.

It depends on whether he is willing to spend money on these people and whether the money can be given in place.

Lawyer Robben told him that if the money was not paid in full, these people would become gang captains and high-ranking officials, the kind that would be imprisoned for at least ten years.

But if the money had been paid, the gang leader and senior officials would have already died in the gunfight.

These small fry will be out in two or three years at most, maybe even less - no matter what the problem is, they can just blame the dead.

Although the dead cannot confess their guilt voluntarily, they also cannot defend themselves.

They all seemed relaxed, which was one of the benefits of having a gang.

No one thought they would lose this time. When they were still about twenty meters away from Lance's storefront, the cars stopped and people jumped off the trucks. A senior cadre simply assigned some tasks and then got back into the car.

A group of people with weapons in hand walked towards this side. Lance saw them through the gap between the windows on the second floor.

He felt... a little confused.

There’s an indescribable feeling, it all seems... so funny!

He signaled to the people around him to give him the submachine gun, pointed it at the dark group of people, and pulled the trigger.

The first shot was fired by Lance, which obviously caught the other side off guard, but they soon began to fight back.

Perhaps it was because they had been dominating the Empire for too long that these people from Camilla's gang actually did something stupid. This made Lance feel... these people were fucking rubbish!
The tongues of fire spewing from the second-floor windows were particularly obvious in the dark night. Gunshots suddenly rang out. Someone was lying on the ground shouting "I'm shot" and calling for help, while others were swearing and shooting at the house.

Lance retracted his head, ejected the empty magazine, replaced it with a new one, and went to another window.

The exchange of fire from both sides resounded throughout the surrounding sky, and the traffic at several police stations and the city police station became busy in an instant.

Almost all of them were calls to the police. These people said they heard fierce gunfire, as if a war had broken out!
Some elderly people even asked in fear whether the imperialists were attacking!

Some time ago, the President had been engaging in political cooperation with the Emperor of the Empire across the sea in order to win re-election. Those media outlets that supported the President's re-election were all claiming that the Imperial Army would attack at any time and anywhere.

This is also the core reason why the Federation people are against the Empire’s immigration. They do not want their stable lives to be destroyed by the Empire’s already crazy dictator.

But since they could not condemn the emperor of the empire, they could only vent their anger on the imperial immigrants.

While the police were trying to calm the public's anxiety, they said they would arrange people to investigate the situation, but they were all waiting for the outcome of the matter.

However, there are many police cars with sirens on, driving around the city streets. The flashing lights and sirens can bring some stability to the people.

Fortunately, it is three o'clock now, and the people who called the police are only a minority after all, and most people have fallen asleep, otherwise it will only cause more trouble!
"Keep close to the wall, everyone! Keep close to the wall!", a cadre was the first to react. When the others heard this, they were suddenly shocked and kept close to the wall. This way, it would be difficult for the people shooting on the second floor to hit them.

Unless this person leans out, but as long as he dares to lean out, he will become a target!
Sure enough, Lance stopped shooting, and the focus of the fight shifted from the street to the first floor.

The moment the first warrior rushed in from the gate, he saw gunfire from several places, and then... nothing happened.

All of a sudden, the sound of gunfire became as harsh as noise again. The two sides engaged in fierce gunfire around the door. People who were originally a little nervous suddenly realized that there was no need to be nervous!
Originally, the house on the first floor facing the street had only two windows, a large display window and a door. Now the windows were blocked and the display window was full of debris. They had no other way to get in except through the door.

There was a fierce exchange of fire around the area, but it was clear that if they had no other way to break the situation, their efforts tonight might be in vain.

Although the police department acquiesced to their firefight, they did not allow them to use heavy weapons, which is why the fragmentation grenades brought by Fordis were banned.

The sound of gunfire from the exchange of fire was actually completely inaudible to people farther away, especially at this late hour when they were in their own houses with their windows closed.

The gunshots outside probably sounded like beans falling on the windowsill to them at this moment.

It's audible, but not irritating or disturbing.

But if heavy weapons and grenades were used, the result would be different.

The tense situation of the battle made the senior officials unable to sit still. They also came to the scene of the firefight along the wall. When they found that they could not attack and many people were killed and injured.

A senior cadre was so angry that he jumped up and down!
"They didn't allow us to use explosives, but they didn't allow us to burn down the house!"

He turned around and looked at his men beside him, "Go get some gasoline..."

Soon several simple petrol bombs were made. One of the senior cadres took out a lighter and lit the cloth soaked in gasoline. The flames burned fiercely in an instant!
He aimed at the sundries piled in the window and threw it hard.

The window that had been shattered by a stray bullet could not stop the wine bottles from breaking. The broken bottles caused gasoline to spill everywhere, and in an instant, the inside and outside of the house became bright.

More gasoline bottles were ignited, and Lance immediately ordered everyone to evacuate through the back door.

There are their cars in the alley at the back door, and there are enough shelters!

The raging flames devoured everything in the room in a very short time. The furniture of this period was mostly made of wood. When the dry wood came into contact with gasoline and flames, a raging fire broke out in an instant.

The police officer on the roadside saw the rising flames and felt that something was wrong. He quickly walked to the phone booth and called the chief. "Camilla's people set fire to the Lance family's house. Now the fire has started. I'm worried that it will spread to the surrounding areas."

Chief Charlie's sleepiness disappeared in an instant. He stood up to make himself more awake. "Is the battle over?"

Before the police officer could answer, he heard another burst of gunfire coming from the receiver.

Lance's men and Camilla's men continued to engage in fierce gunfire in the back alley.

Chief Charlie walked back and forth a few steps. "Go tell them to end the fight as soon as possible. Also, if the fire has a tendency to spread, call the fire department immediately... No, call now and have them stand by on the scene."

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

Director Charlie was rarely angry. He raised his wrist and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his gold watch. The time was 3:11 in the evening.

The battle in the back alley became more intense because both sides had a larger fighting surface, but it was obviously not easy for them to rush over.

Someone tried to jump over the wall and get behind them, but Lance had anticipated this and someone was specifically watching the tops of the walls.

If anyone dares to go up to the roof or tries to climb over the wall, beat them to death!
As long as they dare to exceed the height of the wall of this kind of old house, it will be absolutely obvious at a glance.

"I've been shot." Someone in the crowd shouted first, but Lance couldn't hear who it was. "Hide and take care of yourself!"

Perhaps his voice was too loud when he spoke, which immediately attracted a lot of fire.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the car, which had just been returned from Alberto less than a month ago, was riddled with bullet holes again!

Now the two sides seem to be in a stalemate. Camilla's people did not expect that these people's desire to resist was so strong, nor did they expect that their ammunition was so sufficient!
The fight had lasted nearly twenty minutes and the counterattack was still fierce, resulting in more than twenty casualties on their side.

As for whether there were any casualties on Lance's side, they had no idea.

The fire in the house grew bigger and bigger, and everything in the back alley was gradually illuminated.

The courage of the Camilla Gang members is gradually fading. After such a long time, there has been no real achievement, and many people have been killed and injured. This has made some lower-level gang members begin to feel timid.

The exchanges of fire between the two sides also became sparse, and except for the increasingly fierce fire, it seemed that everything was almost over.

At 3:25, watching the flames on the second floor gushing out of the window like pressurized water columns, the police officer felt that if it was not controlled, it might spread to the surroundings.

He walked to the parking spot and knocked on the window. There was someone guarding the car. "Tell your people, last ten minutes."

"If we can't solve it within ten minutes, we'll have to go in."

The driver stopped and ran away, leaving them with little time!

When the three senior officials knew that the police were about to end the dispute, their expressions were very ugly.

No one thought that this small Lance family was difficult to deal with, but they were indeed much more difficult than imagined.

The three of them discussed for a while, and the driver ran back, together with other drivers, drove three cars over and crashed into Lance and his team's "position".

Unfortunately, except for the driver of the last car who was not killed, the drivers of the first car and the second car were hit immediately.

Not only did the three cars fail to break through Lance and his men's position, but they blocked the alley and formed a new line of defense!
The crackling sound of the flames grew louder and louder, and suddenly, sirens that had not been heard for a long time sounded. The three senior officials were stunned, and although they were reluctant, they still began to ask people to leave.

The fire truck also sounded the alarm in a timely manner, and started to put out the fire regardless of the dead bodies on the roadside...

(End of this chapter)