Shadow Empire

Chapter 149 Two Left
Who's there?
Lance didn't say anything. He observed the alloy door. It looked very tough. There was a small piece of glass in the upper middle of the door, about ten centimeters high and twenty centimeters wide.

The bulletproof door, he knocked on it with his knuckles and it didn't even make any sound!
Lance handed the gun to the person next to him, walked to the desk, and picked up a vase rack, which was a square wooden rack about twenty centimeters square.

Can't say how strong it is, but it's definitely not loose.

He held it with both hands, one in front and one behind, then slammed one of the legs against the glass installed on the Heller steel door.

The wooden shelf immediately made a whine of twisting wood, and Lance's hands were numb from the vibration, but it didn't seem to have the result he wanted.

Not to mention breaking the glass, there wasn't even a trace left.

The bulletproof glass of this period was not based on advanced technology, but mainly consisted of multi-layer interlayers and glass made of special materials.

Impact resistant and has better ductility.

Heller heard the noise outside. Seeing that the door hadn't changed at all, a smile appeared on his face. "Is it Lance?"

"Even if you don't say anything, I know it's you outside."

He stood up, walked to the door, and stroked the heavy steel door with his hand...

The metal that had been treated with anti-corrosion and had a layer of special paint on the surface gave him a very warm feeling, just like the feeling of touching a young girl's thigh.

It feels a little soft and very cottony, words that shouldn't appear on the metal touch, but they appear nonetheless, and are very appropriate.

There is an observation hole on the door, and there is thick bulletproof glass inside. Heller took this into consideration when building this safe house.

Not only can this place be used as a safe, but when necessary, he can also hide in it to avoid his enemies.

There's even enough food and water to last a week!

Within a week, his trusted subordinates were able to walk back from Empire Night.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the observation hole. Suddenly, light appeared behind the originally dark glass, as well as Heller's face.

With a smug smile on his face, he continued to provoke Lance, "I was standing by the door, less than a meter away from me, but you couldn't do anything to me."

"Lance, you should continue hiding in the sewer like a little mouse instead of showing up."

"As long as you run out, you are in danger of being caught."

"And even if you come out, what will happen?"

"I'm right here, can you kill me?"

Being able to speak so freely in front of his enemy gave Heller an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

He had been feeling very uncomfortable during this period of time, and every time he thought of Lance he would get a headache, but now, those unpleasant feelings had disappeared.

He liked this feeling of "I'm standing in front of you, what can you do to me?" He looked at Lance calmly and even wanted to laugh.

In addition to venting the negative emotions that had been accumulating in his heart during this period, he also wanted to delay time. He needed Lance to wait here until his people returned from the city.

It is about 25 minutes away from the Imperial District, and the round trip will take at most an hour.

He knew it was difficult, but he still wanted to try.

If they could hold them off, given his men's familiarity with the house, even if Lance and the others tried to fight a "positional war," they wouldn't be as lucky as last time.

Looking at Lance and the young, calm faces around him, Heller felt some fear in his heart, but these fears were quickly eliminated by such a safe house.

Hiram, who was standing by, took out his pistol and fired a shot at the bulletproof glass, leaving a small crack on the glass, but only a small one.

Heller in the safe house laughed even louder. Although there were cracks on the glass, they could still see each other clearly.

He took a few steps back, "I'm standing right here, come on, shoot me!"

“Perhaps you don’t know?”

"I have arranged for people to search for your family in the empire. You killed so many of my people, causing me to lose a large sum of money and even lose face."

"Lance, and these friends of yours, deserve to die!"

"Not only do you deserve to die, but your families deserve to die too. I will use your and your family's death to prove to them that until the last moment, don't always think that I am the loser!"

The people around Lance started to get angry and they even planned to use bullets to open the door, but they were stopped by Lance.

When bullets hit this kind of alloy steel door, there is a possibility that they will ricochet. Then the ones who will be in trouble will not be Heller, but themselves.

"Send the butler."

Heller has a butler, who is not someone close to his family, but a professional butler team.

It has only been a few decades since their family came to the Federation.

A few decades are not enough for them to have a solid foundation, let alone be like those powerful people, where the butler grew up in the manor and served the family for generations.

He just spent some money and hired a professional team. He considered training this butler to become the family's butler, but it seemed a little too late.

The butler was in his forties and was obviously a little scared when he was brought here. He kept whispering, "Don't hurt me..."

"Where is the vent in the safe house?"

Lance looked at him, "If you tell me, then I'll make sure no one can hurt you."

"But if you don't tell me, then unfortunately, God didn't hear your prayers!"

The butler swallowed his saliva and stood on the outer wall...

At this time, Heller in the room saw that Lance and the others had gone out. He couldn't help but feel a little curious, and still had a trace of fear of the unknown. He couldn't help but slammed the steel door and asked loudly, "Where did you go?"

"Have you given up?"

"Come back soon, and come to daddy!" He couldn't help laughing again, "Daddy loves you. If your fathers are dead, I can take over this role, haha!"

But no one paid any attention to him, which made him feel a little uneasy and a little scared.

But the safe house is so safe. He had seen it before it was installed. It couldn’t be blown open even with explosives. So he should be safe, right?
At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from behind, "I found it, here!"

The sound scared him so much that he thought these people had really come in, but when he turned around, he found that there was nothing here.

There is only one door in the safe house, how could they get in?

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when his expression changed slightly because the voice sounded again, coming from the vent.

Morris was hanging on the outer wall with a rope tied around his waist. The manor had four floors. The study was on the second floor, the safe house occupied the second floor, and the invasion reached the third and a half floors.

Under the guidance of the housekeeper, they quickly found two ventilation holes on the outer wall, one above the safe house and one below the safe house.

Because carbon dioxide is heavier, there is a ventilation hole located in the "floor" of the safe room.

In this way, if there is someone in the safe room, the carbon dioxide produced by breathing will flow out from the ventilation holes below. At the same time, due to the negative pressure, the ventilation holes on the upper level will draw in fresh air from the outside, forming a cycle.

Heller's expression was not very pleasant. He didn't know what these people were going to do. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I swear, I won't let any of you go, I swear!"

But no one paid any attention to him, and two minutes later, the vents above began to fill with water rapidly.

His scalp went numb and goose bumps appeared all over his body. He cursed at me while trying to block the vent.

But the vent was so large and high up that even if he could reach it by standing on a table, there was nothing to stop it from flooding the safe room.

Seeing that he couldn't stop the water from pouring in, he quickly looked down at the vents. What terrified him was that the water couldn't flow out.

They blocked the vents down there!
"You sore-covered bastards from hell, stop the fucking thing!"

No matter how he cursed or talked, the water kept coming in and couldn't flow out.

The safe house is not big, only about seven or eight square meters in total. There is a small safe, tables for storing things, and a table inside.

The water was flowing too fast and seemed to be increasing.

What he didn't know was that in order to "avoid trouble", the housekeeper and the servants cooperated very well and brought all the rubber hoses in the garden, connected all the taps that could be connected, and poured water into this vent! Seeing that the water had reached his ankles, Heller knew that he could not stay here any longer.

In less than an hour, at most half an hour, the room would be filled with water and he would have to find a way to save himself.

He tried many methods, but none of them were feasible in the end. He looked at the water gradually reaching his calves, and finally decided to give it a try.

He glanced at the study. There was no one in the study at this moment, and it seemed that there were two people at the door.

These people are so careless!
He laughed at Lance in his heart, then made sure the pistol was loaded and ready to fire. He pulled the bolt and unlocked the door, took a deep breath, and pulled...pulled...pulled!
He looked at the door that couldn't be opened, and a sudden heart palpitation made his chest begin to ache again. His facial features were squeezed together. He stood for a while, holding the steel door and pressing his chest, and then he felt better.

"what happened?"

"Why won't the door open?"

He no longer cared about the gun in his hand and put it on the table next to him. This time he used both hands to pull the door.

The door opens inwards.

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But he used all his strength, and the steel door didn't move at all!
He even used his feet!

He stepped on the door frame and pulled hard with his arms, and his whole body seemed to be suspended in the air, but the door remained motionless!

He unlocked it again and heard the unlocking sound, but the door still wouldn't open.

As a last resort, he began to pound on the steel door, panicking like a brother who couldn't find the way, "Save me!"

Under the guidance of the butler, Lance and his team took down the small safe in Heller's bedroom.

Although there is no password, it is the same if you take the whole thing away with you and disassemble it slowly when you get home.

At this moment, someone suddenly ran over and said, "Heller is shouting for help."

Lance asked someone to deliver the safe to the car first, and he brought some people to the study.

I have to say that the merchant he chose is really good. The water has been poured for such a long time, but there is no leakage in the door frame.

"Save me, Lance!" Heller's face was filled with fear that didn't seem fake, he was really scared!

He thought of the relatives who had died in gang feuds, his grandfather, his father, his aunt, his brothers and sisters, and his uncle.

Other people may not have the greatest influence on him, but his uncle had a great influence on him.

He could no longer remember what had happened, but that day he received a phone call saying that his uncle had been murdered.

He drove to the roadside and saw the police had blocked the street. His uncle was tied up like a crucified God and fell under a street light.

Watching the blood dripping from the cross became his nightmare for a long time, and he did not recover until several years later.

At this moment, the image of his uncle's death flashed before his eyes, and his whole body trembled.

His emotions suddenly got out of control. He pounded on the steel door frantically, "Let me out!"

"Help me, get me out of this damn place. I have money, all clean money, and a large amount of bearer bonds, and... I also have a villa and a house. I'll give them all to you, all to you!"

"Give me a way to live, and I promise I won't seek revenge on you..."

His face was completely distorted, and the oppressive feeling brought by death was almost driving him crazy!
"Why are we taking this road?"

"Isn't it for money?"

"Lance, Lance!"

He pounded the observation hole hard. "If your men are gone, you can always find new ones. There are countless such people on the docks. Don't go against money!"

"I can make amends for all the things I've done wrong!"

At this time, more and more people came into the room and looked at him through the cracked glass window.

Everyone remained silent, in stark contrast to Heller, who was already out of control in the safe house.

So many pairs of calm, indifferent, and even cruel eyes staring at him made Heller feel even more stressed.

The water level continued to rise, and it was already up to his waist. He suddenly began to cry sadly and painfully, "Lance, please, I don't want to die, please, let me out of here, or turn off the water!"

"I know I have done a lot of unforgivable things, I miss you...I apologize to all of you, please..."

"You can ask me to do anything, I am willing to endure it, but please, don't let me die!"

But Lance and the people outside the door were still looking at him motionlessly, even their expressions didn't change at all, just like the alloy steel door that once protected him but now blocked his way of life.

The water pressure in the city is very low at night, but the water pressure in the water pipes is very high. During the day, there may only be a "drip" of water, but at this time, it will be "crackling" and rushing out!

The water level is rising so fast that it can be described as "visible to the naked eye".

After a while, he began to feel suffocated, not because the water had drowned him, but because of the concentration of carbon dioxide and the psychological feeling of suffocation.

It’s like some people with claustrophobia or fear of darkness. Even though they are not drowning in a certain environment, they will feel like they are drowning and cannot breathe!

He began to breathe heavily, his emotional breakdown continued to intensify, and after many pleas failed, he became manic again!

"You will all regret this, and you will all go to hell!"

"Don't think you are so bright and righteous. We are all the same, Lance!"

"One day, you will also experience what I experienced. You will also be killed in torture. No one will be an exception!"

"I curse you, I curse you!"

He has completely lost control.

But the rising water level would not stop no matter how much he cursed or what he was doing. Soon the water had flooded the observation hole, and he had to tilt his head back and keep it above the water as much as possible.

Two minutes later the observation hole was completely flooded and Heller could be seen standing on the lattice against the wall.

But there is not much space left for him.

He seemed to have no energy to continue cursing, and the whole room was filled with the sound of rushing water.

In the last minute or so, he started cursing again, as if people had to leave something behind when they passed through this world.

Some people left behind works, became pioneers, and lit the way through the wilderness for those who came after them.

Some people left their thoughts to warn people how to face life and themselves, and help them find direction in confusion.

And he left a curse word.

Two minutes later, the last of the cursing and begging disappeared, and through the small observation hole, it could be seen that he was struggling to breathe some air and had gone to the upper ventilation hole, but the rising water level denied his reasonable request.

The rushing water blocked his breathing, and water began to accumulate in the vents.

He dived back again and looked through the observation hole, as if making a final plea, banging on the doors and windows and saying something silently.

But no one responded to him.

After spitting out a few big bubbles and twitching violently for a few times, he stopped moving.

Lance then turned around and looked at them, "There are two more."

The group left the room quietly, but their hearts were definitely not as quiet as they appeared to be.

Ten minutes later, a line of cars quickly returned to the manor, but the number of people who returned was much less than when they left.

On the way back, Lance and his crew laid a layer of triangular nails on the tires. These nails were too easy to damage the tires, and one puncture would cause them to burst!

Several cars had punctured tires and stopped halfway. They cleared the nails on the ground and some of them came back, while others abandoned their cars and walked.

When Heller's trusted men in the first car saw the gate being hit by a truck and crashing into the fountain, he knew that something was wrong!

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