Shadow Empire

Chapter 145

"How, Lance, what can we do to honor our dead brothers?"

Ethan was the first to stand up. He was big and couldn't hide completely when he was hiding behind the car. He was shot in the buttocks and now he walked with a limp, looking a little funny.

Although it was funny, people couldn't laugh. The bodies of those brothers are still in the police station morgue.

They originally planned to leave with the body, but the police indicated that they had to leave the body behind as part of their explanation to the public.

In fact, the policemen were also surprised, because according to their plan, many of Lance and his companions would die or even be wiped out, so they had never considered from the beginning that they would be able to hold on.

So much so that when they left, the police did not require them to leave anyone alive as an explanation, and they also showed some...respect for these people.

In fact, the fierce competition between these dynamic social organizations is a test of psychological quality.

Even professional soldiers will be defeated when the damage reaches a certain level, not to mention gang members who have not received professional military training and have not done relevant psychological preparation.

Some people die, and then the psychological resistance of the remaining people is broken, and they either raise their hands in surrender or try to break through and run away without thinking.

Given the obvious numerical disadvantage, whether they surrendered or broke through, the end result would be death.

The scene where three or five people can use their own legs to rush out from a group of more than a hundred gang members armed with hot weapons can only be seen in the popular western movies.

These people do not exist in reality, but Lance and his gang fought tenaciously in the alley until the last second. Everyone was fighting desperately, which made them feel incredible and incomprehensible.

There are even two girls here, and they seem to have made enough efforts.

Out of surprise and consideration, they did not leave anyone behind on Lance's side. Those corpses were enough.

After Ethan stood up with his butt tilted, the oppressive feeling he gave was still very strong. Lance looked at these brothers and sat slightly forward, sitting on the edge of the sofa.

He placed his arms on his thighs and leaned forward. "First, we need to 'disappear' for a while."

"If we are always under people's scrutiny, then our every move will be watched. Now we don't have an advantage, we must build our own advantages."

"Maybe once we get on the bus, they will make some moves over there, such as suddenly adding more people or doing something else."

"When our strength is not equal, and we are both in the spotlight, we will obviously be at a greater disadvantage, so we must first 'disappear' from people's sight."

"When they can't see us, they will get nervous. Once they get nervous, we can find their loophole. As long as there is this loophole..." Lance stood up and reached into the air with his hand, as if he had grasped something firmly in his hand!
Erwin asked, "What about the firm?"

Lance looked at Sean and said, "Sean, stay and continue to work over there. You don't have to be afraid. They won't touch the firm because the firm supports the jobs of thousands of workers at the dock."

"You're safe at the firm, unless they plan to go to war with the thousands of illegal immigrants on the docks."

“As for the others, follow my lead. We don’t have the advantage in numbers, so we must concentrate our strength. Every punch counts!”

After Lance made this decision, he immediately started to make arrangements. They did not go out for the entire day, nor did they go out on the second day. The people responsible for watching them still did not see anyone going in or out on the third day. This immediately made some people, including Heller, feel that something was wrong.

Someone tried to check the house that day, but found it was empty.

The bloody gauze remaining on the ground had become slightly hairy. It seemed that they left in a hurry and very quickly, without even having time to clean up.

How and when they left remains a mystery.

Everyone who was originally actively preparing to deal with Lance's revenge on Heller also became nervous.

He now even stopped going to the Empire Night nightclub. He hid in his own manor all day and summoned his hundred or so men to protect him.

If Lance and the others were still in the open, he wouldn't be so nervous. After all, there is such a thing as a telephone.

As soon as Lance and the others go out, he will receive a call, and he can use Lance's absence to set an ambush.

There won't be any houses or back alleys to provide him with cover this time, right?
But the problem is that now that the people are gone, you don’t know where they are, what they are going to do, or what they are doing.

People's fear of the unknown ranks first among all kinds of fears.

People's fear of death is essentially the unknown of the afterlife, which is why various religious beliefs were able to develop rapidly during the ignorant period.

They use unscientific methods to explain the world after death, making the unknown known, which greatly soothes people's fear of death.

Because in their view, the world after death is no longer unknown.

Of course, in order to gain benefits, they also set some conditions for the world after death, that is, faith.

The world after death is known only to those who have faith, while the world after death is unknown to those who have no faith.

When long-term belief and religious rule turned these into a habit or even a custom, it achieved unprecedented success.

Now that Lance and the others have disappeared, Heller's inner anxiety has been magnified, making him like a lost lamb without faith.

He didn't dare go out, and most of the time he didn't even dare to appear in front of the window, for fear that Lance would shoot from a distance.

This directly affected the normal operation of the Camilla Gang. The big boss had been hiding at home and had not come out, which also made some of the lower-level members a little disappointed in him.

Heller also knew that the current situation was very bad, but he would not feel at ease until Lance showed up.

Someone from the city police department has told him that his men's arson in the Triangle area has made some big shots very unhappy, so he must keep a low profile recently.

This also meant that he couldn't send a large number of people to search for Lance and his gang, so he could only protect himself temporarily.

What made him even more angry was that this was not the only bad thing that happened!
He spent a lot this week. In order to completely deal with Lance in one go, he spent 180,000, but the result was that he was laughed at by the whole city like the Joker.

He still has about 100,000 yuan in funds, which is all he has left.

He originally had about 500,000 yuan in cash, which was more than enough to maintain the operation of a gang, but the problem was that 200,000 yuan of it was used to pay for illegal liquor and had already been paid out.

After taking into account the 180,000 yuan he spent this week and some subsequent expenses, such as medical bills, he would only have a few tens of thousands left at most.

Even if they find black market doctors or underground doctors who charge cheaper than medical groups, it is impossible to save all the money.

It is possible that only 20,000 or 30,000 yuan or 30,000 or 50,000 yuan will be left, and that is the limit.

Sometimes he even felt that it would be better for those who were seriously injured to die on the spot. At least the pension would be much less than the medical expenses!
There wasn't much money left, so he had to find a way to make money.

He has two options. The first is to transfer the laundered money back to his own account, but he will not do that.

It took a huge price to launder the money, and he would never use the funds until the very end.

So he chose another method and asked Big Polly for money.

"Hey, big Polly, I heard that there is a batch of wine selling well in the market recently. You should have made a lot of money, right?" He used this sentence to open the topic. No matter what Polly said, he would mention the 100,000 yuan that the other party owed him.

But the development of the matter was beyond his expectation. "What kind of wine?"

Heller had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong, "The wine you took from me was worth a hundred thousand dollars!"

Polly's lazy but arrogant voice rang out from the other end of the line, "When the hell did I take your wine?"

"Heller, don't f*cking think that just because you're the leader of a gang, you can talk to me like that. If you piss me off, I'll bring people to kill you right away!"

"Also, don't fucking call me if you have nothing to do. And don't tell anyone else that you called me. How could I know a loser like you?" He hung up the phone without giving Heller a chance to react.

Heller looked at the receiver in his hand in disbelief and covered his chest in discomfort. What a son of a bitch!

My...three hundred and fifty thousand!
He quickly took out the pills and took one, hating Will and Lance to bits.

Will was in front and Lance was behind. He had already told Will that he would go to pick up the goods the next day, but this bitch still wanted to take action, so he had no choice but to transfer this batch of goods.

If it weren't for him, the things that happened later wouldn't have happened, and he wouldn't have lost... 550,000.

He was not very good at math, and the original capital of 200,000 and the wine that could be sold for 350,000 was exactly 550,000.

Several men standing guard at the door vaguely heard curses coming from Heller's room.

Sometimes he scolded Will, sometimes he scolded Lance, and sometimes he scolded Big Polly, as if these three people had done something to his family!
Heller could hide in his own manor with a hundred people around him to protect him, but those senior officials could not.

They have to hand over part of the money they earn to the gang, and they also have many subordinates to support.

Many people think... that it is easy to set up a gang, but you have to understand that just to pay salaries to thirty people, you have to pay at least two thousand yuan every month.

You can't just give them thirty-five dollars. These people join gangs at the risk of their lives, not only because they hope to avoid being bullied, but their main purpose is to make money.

The income of gang members is definitely higher than the salary of ordinary people.

In addition to this, they also have to provide them with food, clothing and other daily necessities, and even buy them weapons, cars and the like.

If they don't pay for their own consumption in bars, restaurants, or entertainment venues, these will be taken into account.

A senior cadre has to support thirty subordinates, and all added up, less than 4,000 yuan a month is simply not enough. This is the constraint!
Before Heller, seven senior officials had to support him. Of course, he was rich, but compared to the senior officials, they were not that rich.

At night, at a corner of 13th Street in the Imperial District near the port area, there is an underground bar, which is a business run by a senior official of the Camilla Gang.

In the Imperial District, the Camilla Gang is the most vicious existence. No one causes trouble here, nor do they dare to do so, which actually makes the business here good.

People like stable entertainment venues, especially places with complex personnel.

The originally lively bar suddenly became "lively" as a glass half full of beer fell to the ground and people screamed.

The security rushed over immediately. This was not a disturbance between the guests and the bar, but a disturbance between the guests.

A girl brought by a customer said that the other party touched her buttocks, which led to an argument at first, and then it escalated. As both parties were drunk, it directly escalated into fistfighting and verbal abuse.

There were quite a lot of people on both sides, about twenty people in total. For the other guests in the bar, watching a free fight was definitely the most exciting show.

The bar's security tried to separate them, but it was impossible for a few security guards to separate a group of more than 20 people.

Not only was it impossible to do so, but the security guard was also beaten and lost his gun.

The bartender informed the boss immediately. The bar owner, the unnamed senior official, had sensed something was not right, but considering that the bar was one of his main sources of income and he could not give it up easily, he still arranged for several of his men to go over.

This also means that there are only about ten people around him.

He felt a little uneasy, as if there was some monster hidden in the pitch-black night outside the house, spying on him in the darkness.

He ordered his men to turn on all the lights in the house, but he still had an uneasy feeling, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him.

He was very restless, and from time to time he would stand at the door with his weapon in hand, looking outside, and then quickly return to the house. Everyone was almost going crazy because of him!

The sudden ringing of the phone made him tremble all over, and he almost pulled the trigger of the phone, but fortunately he controlled himself.

He walked to the phone and heard the familiar voice of his subordinate, "Boss, someone in the bar fired a gun, you have to come over..."

Although they suppressed the situation at the scene, it also caused a huge impact. If he didn't go there, those people at the scene wouldn't know how to deal with it.

Perhaps it was the night around him that made him feel depressed, and the lively atmosphere of the bar made him feel safe. After hesitating for a short while, he agreed.

"I'll be there in a minute. Take care of them and take them to the attic."

After saying this, he called his men and said, "Get ready, we'll go to the bar right away."

Hiding for a few days had already made these people grow hair on their backs. The departure of their companions just now had already made them jealous and their eyes turned red. Now that they heard that they could leave and go to the bar, everyone sincerely supported their boss.

Two cars left the villa one after the other and drove towards Thirteenth Street.

In fact, it is not far from here to Thirteenth Street, about ten minutes away. He was a little nervous when he first came out, but as time went by, nothing unusual happened around him, and his heart finally calmed down.

At the same time, he was complaining in his heart that Heller was so damn useless that everything had reached a point where it was uncontrollable and irreversible.

In fact, he didn't think clearly about what had brought them to this point, but as a senior cadre, he didn't think it was his fault.

Just when he was thinking about leaving Camilla's gang, when he was passing an intersection, suddenly a light so bright that it was somewhat blinding shone from the side.

He subconsciously turned his head to look towards the light, and the front of a truck hit the side door of the car he was riding in directly.

The huge impact force directly caused the car body to deform, and it pushed the entire car horizontally across the intersection!

Just as he pulled out the gun from his arms in fear, but didn't know who to shoot, everything stopped with a violent vibration!

The car was pushed against the corner of a building on the side of the road. The 90-degree corner was deeply embedded in the body of the car. The doors on both sides could not be opened and the windows could not be opened.

He lowered his body and hid in the back of the car. Outside the car, he could hear the sound of submachine guns, the sound of pistols, and the sound of tires slipping on the ground.

The exchange of fire seemed very intense, but everything happened very briefly and soon, the gunfire stopped.

He was already sweating all over, and perhaps thinking that the driver was still here and could fight these people together with him, he pushed the driver hard, but when the driver slowly turned around, he was shocked!
The twisted and deformed body caused the steering wheel to invade the space of the cab, and the steering wheel was pressed against the driver's chest.

A strong light shone in from the other side, illuminating his face which was flushed red as if blood was about to drip out.

His eyeballs were bulging and his mouth opened slowly, but no syllable came out.

The unnamed cadre shuddered with fear. It was the first time he was so terrified.

Now he just wanted to stay away from this... person. He hid behind the passenger seat. The bright truck lights made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. Perhaps it was the narrow space that wrapped him up, making him feel a little... safe.

Suddenly, the sound of spikes tapping on the ground made him nervous. He quietly raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

In the dark night, three guys holding submachine guns, wearing windbreakers and hats, with shadows cast by the brims of their hats obscuring their faces, were walking towards him under the light of the headlights of their cars!
He shrank back suddenly, trying to lie as low as possible on the base of the car, and prayed to the God of the Federation or the God of the Empire to let all this pass.

The truck slowly left, but he didn't feel happy at all. When a man appeared outside the car window and saw him, he said in a voice that only he could hear -

"I beg you……"

Just like the countless people who had said this to him but were still killed by him, such fear and despair!

"May God bless you, my friend!"

Sparks instantly flew from the three gun muzzles. A few seconds later, four cars and a truck left the place at the same time, leaving only two cars and the bodies inside.

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