Shadow Empire

Chapter 156 Please help me get justice, Mr. Lance

In an antique shop on the street, the owner with a flowery turban hung up the phone, with a barely perceptible smile on his face, and returned to the front desk holding a tattered notebook. All he had to do now was to delay time.

The call he just made was to the Lance family. As antique shops specializing in buying and selling stolen goods, every owner of an antique shop has his own network of contacts in the gang.

This thing, buying and selling stolen goods, is not something that everyone can do, even though it seems simple.

You just need a storefront and some cash to do this business, but it's not that simple.

There was once a case where the entire family of an antique shop owner returned to God's arms. During the day he was dreaming of becoming rich, but at night the dream ended. The reason was that they accepted things that they should not have accepted.

If you work in this industry and don't know clearly what they can accept and what they cannot accept, then there is a high probability that there will be no future.

And why did this matter spread so quickly that he knew about it? It was related to Bolton.

Since Bolton took Lance's money, he has been promoting Mr. Lance's generosity everywhere in the Imperial District. In the eyes of many people, Mr. Lance is a powerful gentleman who is willing to lend a helping hand to the people of the Empire.

That's the cost of going to college, and ordinary families can't afford it, but Mr. Lance can afford it and doesn't ask for anything in return.

Coupled with some recent "good news" from Lance and the Lance family, and the demise of the Camilla Gang, they had some blind trust in Mr. Lance.

In fact, the imperial immigrants at this time all hoped that a powerful figure would emerge among them. Only in this way could their lives be a little better.

Although some people say that Mr. Lance is a native of the federal government, he had a rough childhood and was sold to a black factory to work with illegal immigrants in the federal government.

When he suffered inhumane exploitation and oppression in the black factory, imperial immigrants helped him, so he has a special feeling for the imperial people.

But some people also say that he is actually an Imperial, and for some reason he suddenly became a Federation citizen, so he is closer to the Imperials.

No matter which statement is true, it cannot change the fact that he is willing to help the imperial people.

This makes everyone more willing and able to accept Mr. Lance from the bottom of their hearts.

As Lance's mobile propaganda front in the Imperial zone, Bolton was naturally regarded as Lance's man.

Otherwise, why would he promote Mr. Lance's good points everywhere instead of promoting some other gentleman?

After the owner of the small shop was sent to the hospital, his wife and some family members also went to the hospital. His youngest son called the police and waited for them to arrive.

After the police came, they briefly asked what happened, took notes, and then prepared to leave.

He stopped the police officer and asked when there would be results. The other party told him to just wait for the news. As for the rest?
No comment!

This obviously perfunctory attitude made him feel desperate. He had heard before that the police from the Imperial Branch did not take the case here very seriously.

As long as the case does not alarm higher-level officials or harm federal officials, they are not very active.

But in the past, he would treat this kind of thing as a topic to chat with his family while sitting on the sofa after dinner, letting them feel the injustice and cruelty of the federation.

But when it happened to him, the despair made him feel fear, anxiety, anger, and helplessness!
At his worst moment, he suddenly thought of a person, Bolton.

He and Burton used to be colleagues, and now he heard that Burton was Mr. Lance's man and was a person "capable of solving problems", so he found Burton with a hundred dollars.

Of course, Bolton was happy to see his old colleague, especially since the other party brought a gift.

He knew this old colleague. His family ran a small shop and business was pretty good.

The living atmosphere in the Empire District is relatively closed, and his father's merchandise can be absorbed internally, so even though it's just a small shop, it can definitely make money.

He can still make money, and with his brother's, there are already three people in the family who are making money. Isn't this the typical "middle class in the Imperial District"?

Burton has three faces: one for those who are not as good as him, one for the middle class, and one for those who need his admiration. He can switch between these faces seamlessly and quickly.

After the two sat down and chatted for a few minutes, his colleague took the initiative to talk about the reason for this visit.

He needs Mr. Lans's help, and everyone knows that Bolton is Mr. Lans's man.

He couldn't go and plead with Mr. Lans himself, but he knew Burton and hoped that Burton could say a word for him and Mr. Lans.

This request made the proud Bolton very happy, but at the same time, he also felt a heavy burden. If he couldn't handle this matter, would there be rumors soon that he was not actually Lance's man?

So will those people who took off their hats and greeted him with a smile on the streets these days return to their previous state?

He didn't like his previous life, he liked his current life, even though Lance only gave him money once!

He agreed to give it a try and went to the bedroom where the phone was.

He prayed that the call would go through so that he could truly show up and be truly "Mr. Lance's man."

With Lance's current reputation and status in the Empire District, if he can be regarded as Lance's man by people, then he will be the real "Mr. Bolton".

But he also hoped that the call would not go through, because he was not that familiar with Lance, and he was not sure whether his friend's request would be accepted.

In such a conflicting mood, he looked through the half-open door at his former colleague who was looking forward to seeing him in the living room, and dialed the office's number.

The phone was connected.

"This is Wanli Law Firm. How can we help you?" The sweet voice of the girl at the front desk made his bones lighten. His attention was not here at the moment.

"I'm Bolton. I want to speak to Mr. Lance. He should remember me."

"By the way, I'm also Gerard's uncle."

The receptionist had no idea what kind of person he was, but she knew that Gerald and Lance had a good relationship. The girl quickly found Lance and explained the situation here, and Lance asked her to transfer the call.

"My name is Lance, what's going on?"

"I'm Bolton..." Bolton breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Lance, this is it."

"I have a friend who used to be my colleague. We used to work together..."

Lance interrupted him directly, "Let's get to the point. Our time is precious!"

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say that we have a good relationship."

"His father opened a store in the Empire District, but it was robbed at noon today. He is still in the hospital for treatment."

"Five young men shot this poor old man..."

When Lance heard this, he roughly knew what was going on. This kind of thing was very common in this era, but he also realized that this was a good opportunity.

"Call a taxi, and then we'll go to the office in the Triangle together. It's at No.... Street. You can find it. There are a lot of people at the door. Let's talk when we meet."

After saying that, Lance hung up the phone, but Bolton was obviously very happy!

He hung up the phone, coughed, and then pushed open the bedroom door. Under his colleague's expectant and even pleading gaze, he said the answer he wanted, "Mr. Lance asked me to take you to see him. After the meeting, tell him about the misfortune that happened to you."

"Great, Bolton, you're my best friend!"

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the triangle area.

Normally, Bolton wouldn't come to the Triangle, as the situation here is a bit complicated.

This is the area between the Port District, the Bay District and the Priscilla District. He can't afford to offend anyone from any background, so he seldom comes here.

Fortunately, the taxi driver knew this place and thought they were also here to rent work cards, so he talked a lot about Wanli Law Firm on the way.

This firm is gradually becoming more and more famous in Jingang City, and more federal people who don't want to work but still want to get paid are starting to contact it.

Although some firms have begun to emerge in other places and learn from Lans' model, they are ultimately latecomers.

Not only does it lack the first-mover advantage, it is also difficult to be on par with Lans in terms of profit distribution.

Because Lance and his colleagues have many work cards, they only get two dollars for each job, which is a lot of money every month.

But for smaller firms that may only have one or two hundred work cards, if they only charge two dollars for each job, then three or four hundred dollars a month is the limit for them.

If there are only two or three people in a firm, they can still make do, and each person can get 70 or 80 yuan after deducting expenses. But if there are more than three people, there will be obvious losses, so they have to find ways to squeeze more benefits from both parties.

The stronger their profit-making purpose is, the more they push these people to Lans, and Lans also provides free work uniforms, which leads to the fact that even if they are not illegal immigrants in the federation, they are willing to come to Lans to work.

It won’t be long before some people realize that it will become a force to be reckoned with!

The two people who got off the car outside the office were stunned by the crowd at the door. Some were looking for jobs, some were renting their work cards, and some were here to see if there were any other opportunities.

After some effort, the two of them squeezed into the office. Bolton straightened his appearance and said that he had just spoken to Mr. Lance on the phone.

The girl at the front desk immediately took him and his friend to Lance's office.

After the door opened, Lance sat on the chair behind the desk. The two walked in somewhat awkwardly. Lance did not stand up, but just gestured for them to sit down.

When the door was closed, he asked, "I heard from Bolton that you were in trouble?"

"I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"

"Nick, Mr. Lance."

"Okay, Nick, tell me about your trouble."

Nick recounted what had happened to him in a sad mood, during which Bolton tried to interrupt once but was stopped by Lance.

After Nick finished speaking, Lance roughly understood the whole story, "So what do you want from me, Nick?"

"If you don't have money, I can lend you some so that the hospital can do its best to save your father, and I can even help you contact an excellent surgeon."

Nick gritted his teeth and stood up. "Mr. Lance, we have money to treat my father. What I want now is to make those who may have killed my father pay the price!"

"The price of blood!"

"Please do me justice!"

Lance looked at the middle-aged man who had bent over, his eyes moved around Bolton's face, and finally returned to him, "If what you said is true, then I will do you justice."

Nick showed a surprised expression. He thought of something, "I have nothing to repay you. I still have some money..."

Lance stopped him. "I'm not helping you because I want your money or anything else. I'm helping you because society owes you justice, Nick."

"What you can't get from it, I'll give you."

"Go back and wait for news. I believe it won't take too long."

"And, Bolton, please stay for a while."

Bolton simply gave Nick a few instructions, probably meaning that they should go back together so that he could save some money.

Nick also wanted to thank Burton. After all, without him, he would not have been able to meet Mr. Lance, who was already a bit of a legend, and it would have been impossible for him to ask him to do justice for him.

So he decided to treat everyone to a meal to express his gratitude.

"Mr. Lance!" After Nick left, he stood up on his own initiative. He was well-informed.

He even heard that Heller had been drowned in his study.

This unrealistic way of death made him believe even more that Lance was a capable man, even the police were willing to lie for him!
So he won't think he's so great just because he's older.

Bolton's values ​​may have some problems, but his attitude is always correct. He always acts like a lackey to those whom he cannot afford to offend but tries his best to curry favor with.

"You've been doing pretty good out there lately."

He stopped Bolton from expressing himself again, "Jellard told me about some of the things you did, but he didn't show any obvious hatred, and... you also provided him with a convenience, giving him a legal identity."

"If he doesn't pursue the past, I won't pursue it either."

"Now, I'm giving you a chance to work for me. I need to stabilize the security issues in the Empire District as soon as possible, so I need to recruit a group of peripheral members."

"The salary is not too high, but it is not dangerous either. Your job is just to walk around the streets all day, or find a place to sit, drink tea, coffee, and read the newspaper."

"By the way, keep an eye on the pedestrians on the street and provide us with information."

"It's a very leisurely job. I think you should be able to do it."

Bolton held the brim of his hat against his chest with both hands and nodded repeatedly, "Of course, Mr. Lance, of course, I am absolutely qualified for this job!"

Lance opened the drawer and took out fifty twenty-dollar bills, stacked them together, and tied them up with a rubber band.

"Twenty dollars per person per month. Here's one thousand. You can recruit fifty people, including yourself."

"But I don't care whether you can recruit fifty people or only one person, as long as you don't affect my requirements of you, do you understand me?"

Bolton took a look at the cash on the table, his breathing became a little disordered and his heartbeat quickened. He had never seen so much money put together in his life!

It was only the size of a palm, but it gave him a feeling that he would never earn in his entire life.

He didn't take it. Sometimes he was sober. "Of course, I understand what you mean, Mr. Lance. You want us to be your eyes..."

That's why, when Lance started looking for the "Spice Five Robbers" and found out the true identity of one of them, the antique shop owner knew!

He had already found out that the Lance family was paying attention to these matters.

In order to avoid becoming a cannon fodder in an unexpected situation, he took the initiative to call the number left by the other party.

Next, what he had to do was to wait for the people from the Lance family to come.

The young man who was robbing the money saw the old man in the flowery turban counting the money for a long time but still couldn't get it right. If he wasn't worried that the weapon in the other person's hand might go off accidentally, he would definitely snatch the money and count it himself.

"Can you...can you hurry up?" He also became a little anxious. He didn't know why, the longer he stayed here, the more uneasy he became.

I don’t know if something happened, or maybe the old man with the flowery turban on the corner saw something, he suddenly put a wad of money on the table, "These are all yours."

The sudden rapid movement made the young man who robbed the money a little overwhelmed. At the same time, a sharp brake sound was heard outside the door.

He subconsciously looked back and saw two cars rushing towards them, obviously looking for them.

If you still don't know what happened, then you can only say that his brain was eaten by aliens!

He turned around suddenly and cursed "Fuck", but saw that the other party had already raised his deer hunting rifle and told him to "get out of my shop."

He could only take the money, glare at the owner with the flowery turban, and rush out of the antique shop.

I'll settle the score with you later.

Three cars were approaching from three streets. The four young men at the door realized something was wrong and immediately fled in all directions.

The passenger in one of the cars was Hiram, who was with two rookies. He pointed at one of the people running away and said to Lawn, "Hit him to death."

"Are you kidding?" Laun confirmed again.

Hiram shook his hair, "Or I can shoot him now..."

Lawen stepped on the accelerator hard and killed him!

Hiram is definitely capable of doing something like shooting in broad daylight, and he doesn't want to make Lance angry!
The car crashed into the running guy with a swish sound!
Even though the speed of cars during this period was not very fast, it was not an era when humans could compete with the speed of cars using their legs.

The front of the car that came up from behind hit the man directly and knocked him out!

He spun in the air, and after a moment that could have been very long, or possibly very short, he fell heavily to the ground.

Hiram opened the car door, pulled up his pants, strode over, and kicked him in the stomach, "Keep running, you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)