Shadow Empire

Chapter 165: Adults all have their own frustrations and find the gunman

The bumpy carriage made Lisa curl up in the corner. The dim light made it impossible to see the man's appearance clearly, but this feeling was right!

"Mr. Booker."

In the darkness, she could barely see an outline with the faint light from the window. He slowly turned his head and looked at her. Although she could not see anything, she just knew that this was Booker!

She was trembling.

If Liam is the devil, then Booker is the devil's lackey. He will torture girls in more cruel ways just to make them obedient.

Dignity and personality will become worthless in front of these people!
Perhaps they once had humanity, but amid the many temptations and fear in this world, they gradually lost their humanity and became slaves to desire and fear.

"You don't have to be so afraid of me, Lisa." Booker couldn't actually see Lisa very clearly, but he could see Lisa's eyes reflecting the faint light, which was particularly obvious in the dark.

"That gentleman hadn't seen you for a while, and he missed you, so when we reopened, he wanted to see you first."

"It's your honor, Lisa, and your luck." He crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

When the match was struck, it briefly illuminated his face, but soon everything fell into darkness as the match went out.

The light from the cigarette butt could not illuminate anything in the car, nor could it give her any sense of security in the dark.

Perhaps when it is being inhaled it can illuminate the surroundings a little, but at that time, the only things that can be illuminated are the devil's eyes.

He doesn't look like a very powerful man. He is a little handsome, of medium build, with good skin. Sometimes he is very timid and looks very harmless.

But when it comes to dealing with girls, he becomes a different person.

He can use all kinds of terrible and cruel means to force those people to obey his or Liam's will.

Many people refused to comply, and were eventually dealt with in front of everyone.

Maybe you can still hold on if it’s just one or two people, but when you realize that they are not trying to scare you, but all those who don’t cooperate have been dealt with, and they don’t even feel guilty or afraid, and their emotions don’t change, then you will be afraid.

You will listen to whatever they say and dare not disobey them in the slightest.

"You'll be safe until he gets tired of you, Lisa, so you'd better think of a way to either make him fall in love with you, or... make him unable to leave you."

Lisa's tears were already flowing, "You're going to die, Mr. Booker."

Booker shrugged, "We're all going to die, those girls are going to die, you're going to die, I'm going to die, so we have to find a way to survive better."

"I taught you that since you can't make him obsessed with you, you should satisfy all his perverted desires and make him unable to leave you."

"Go back and clean yourself up. Look at what you look like now. You're actually selling alcohol in a low-class bar like that. Our mysterious Mr. will definitely feel bad when he finds out."

He reached out and tried to touch Lisa's hair, like stroking a puppy to calm her down, but Lisa dodged in fright, and both of them were stunned.

Then Booker's leather shoes kicked over...

The driver was driving and the car was shaking. It must not be a problem with his driving skills.

The car soon arrived at the back door of Red High Heels, and Lisa was pulled out of the car by Booker's hair. She had been beaten and was dragged back into Red High Heels by her hair.

For Booker, violence is not the only way, but it is the most effective way. No one is not afraid of being beaten, including himself.

Lisa fell to the ground, her body shaking with fear, but what frightened her even more was her fate.

The room was clearly warm, but she felt colder than when she was outside!

She had had enough of that place, had had enough of being hurt and abused, and she really wanted to go home now!
Hearing the sound of the convoy returning and some noise, Sam came over from somewhere else.

He was wearing a pink fur coat today, and he looked as bright as a flamingo!

He looked down at Lisa, his eyes devoid of any human emotion. It was as if he was just looking at...something.

"Is this Lisa?" He walked over and lifted Lisa's chin. "She is indeed pretty and has a good figure."

"But the smell on you..." He let go of her hand and took two steps back.

The bar was filled with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat, and other smells. Anyway, all kinds of smells were intertwined like the desires behind them.

In that dim environment where reason is dominated by desire, people will feel intoxicated.

But when you get to a clean room, it just makes you sick.

"Get her up and wash her, and trim her hair and body hair. The client paid for it..."

Booker walked over to him and whispered something. Sam just nodded slightly after listening. "Don't deal with the hair, just deal with the others. I can't stand the smell."

Two men came over and dragged Lisa towards the bathroom. Lisa knew that after coming here, struggling was meaningless, but she still kept a glimmer of hope and said, "Aren't you afraid of Mr. Lance's anger?"

Booker was very upset after hearing this. He felt that Lisa had embarrassed him in front of his new boss. Just as he was about to beat her up, Sam stopped him.

He turned to Lisa, looking her in the eyes, "I work for the big guys, Lance works for the big guys, we work for the same big guys, do you understand me?"

"I am a dog, and so is he. The big guys won't allow us to fight each other, so what you are worried about will not happen."

He said, looking at one of the men who was holding her arm, "Teach her some new rules. I can't stand this situation. She dares to talk nonsense..." He turned to look at Booker, "Is this how you train your employees?"

Booker was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but Sam soon helped him resolve the embarrassment.

“Forget it. After all, you and Liam only came into contact with these things by chance. I can’t hold you to a higher industry standard.”

"But you have to know, Booker, in this industry, we must always learn to remain in awe and have a grateful heart."

He paused, "I heard there were some accidents on the road?"

Booker nodded repeatedly, "They arranged for a young man to take her back with them. We didn't intend to use weapons, but he pulled out a gun first, and our people opened fire."

Sam walked to the bar and opened a bottle of wine. He had already obtained a batch of wine through his connections with lawyer Orson.

They are all mid- to high-end liquors. After Red High Heels reopens, he does not plan to serve ordinary people.

How much money can an ordinary person squeeze out of his pocket?

Not only is there little profit, but the risk is also great, especially for those big shots. They don't like their toys being played with by others. If they find out, they will definitely be angry.

So from the very beginning, his positioning was "high-end" and "customized". He would train every girl to become the best toy and provide it to every customer.

The sound of pouring wine soon turned the two glasses into a beautiful amber color, and he handed one to Booker.

"Is someone dead?"

"Our people, their people."

Booker shook his head, "I asked them to get treatment for our people. As for Lance's people, I don't know. He was lying on the ground when we left."

Sam drank and thought about the outcome of this matter. If the opinion leader in the Bay Area had not wanted it so urgently, he could have waited, but since he wanted it, he had to get it first.

"Ask around and send some money over. After all, we didn't follow the correct procedures on this matter."

After he said this, he clinked glasses with Booker and said, "Thank you for your hard work tonight. Cheers."

Booker quickly clinked his glass and took a sip. He was about to say something nice, but he heard Sam say, "Drink it."

He glanced at the glass and saw that there were still at least two ounces of wine in it. He felt something was wrong, but at this point, he had to drink it even if it was wrong, and Sam had finished it himself.

When he finished his drink, a smile broke out on Sam's face and he walked over to Booker, holding out his hand.

He traced Booker's cheek with the tips of his fingers, "Come to my room, we can talk in depth about the future of Red Heels."

Booker had seen many perverted people and heard many perverted things. Even just now, he was still telling Lisa that she had to learn to obey and that everything was for survival. But when it was really his turn, he also felt that it was not such an easy choice.

But he did not resist or refuse, because he knew that he was not qualified.

Sam led his tie as if he were leading a dog and walked in another direction. At this moment, he suddenly understood the despair that Lisa felt when she was dragged away not long ago. He suddenly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Sam's room has been simply decorated, with a large water bed and a huge mirror wall, allowing him to see himself at different angles in the mirror from various directions.

There were all kinds of clothes on the hangers that were hard to tell whether they were for men or women. Of course, there were also a bunch of formal wear, various hats, accessories, and even the room was filled with the smell that only belonged to girls' dressing rooms.

Walking to the bed, Sam gave Booker a gentle push and he fell onto the bed.

Booker's smile was a little stiff, "Should I go take a shower first?"

Sam shook his head. "No, that's not necessary..."

As he was counseling, he said, "Booker, the value of the word improvisation is to tell us that if you have something you want to do, you'd better do it right away!"

Sam has a variety of tastes. Sometimes he likes to eat vegetarian food, and sometimes he likes to eat meat. For him, how to keep himself more interested in life is his job.

"Why don't you let us have some fun?"

Booker's eyes flickered. He thought...some things were inevitable, but now it seems that is not the case.

Actually, this was not unacceptable, he walked over obediently, but he didn't know that in Sam's game, no one's role was always fixed...

Maybe it was because he had experienced too many things during this period of time, or maybe it was because there was always a kind of pressure on his head and he needed a way to vent.

In Sam's eyes, he could no longer distinguish between men and women. All he had to do was to breathe heavily and vent out all his anger, grievance, anxiety, and pressure!

After waiting for a long time, when the kind God and holy light appeared in his slightly closed eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although... this is his first time, it's actually okay to do it with his eyes closed.

Just when he thought he could pack up and go back to sleep, he just stood up and was pushed back to sit on the bed by Sam.

This time his expression was completely different from before, "It's my turn..."

Lisa was screaming in another room, and he was screaming too.

Each scream is different from the other, but the emotions in their screams may be the same.

Sam didn't know that in his eyes, Lance, who was also the "mayor's dog" like him, had no intention of compromising and was looking everywhere for the person who was shot.

Otherwise, perhaps Mr. Booker would feel a little better tonight, but of course it might also be worse. After all, knowing these things would only bring more pressure and emotions to be vented!

At about two o'clock in the evening, the phone in front of Erwin rang. He immediately picked it up and said, "It's me."

"Erwin, we found their car, near the hospital near the city center..."

"Very good, we'll be there right away!" He hung up the phone and left someone to guard here.

If the other people who went out to search couldn't find anyone, they would make a phone call every once in a while to ask, and they needed someone to tell them the progress of the situation.

When Alvin and his men arrived outside the hospital called "Annby Hospital", they immediately saw the person who had called them.

After getting out of the car, they took Erwin to a car.

There were some bloodstains on the car, inside the car, and outside the car.

"I just asked the doctor, and it was about ten minutes after they were attacked that someone drove over and said he had been shot."

"The police have come, but they left and the people are still inside."

Erwin pursed his lips, his mind spinning at an extremely high speed, "Which police station are you from?"

The young man scratched his head. "I don't know, Erwin."

Erwin didn't say anything about him. It was good enough that he could do that. He patted the young man on the arm, praised him with a "good job", then walked to the phone booth and dialed the duty number of the Imperial District Police Department.

The call was connected soon. It was not an emergency call, but a duty call, and the person on duty was a deputy sheriff.

"This is the duty phone number of the director's office of the Imperial District Bureau. May I ask who is on the other end?"

"I'm Erwin, Erwin of the Lance family."

About two seconds later, a very casual voice came from the other end of the phone, "You just need to tell me your name and I'll know who it is. So, Erwin, is there anything I can help you with?"

Erwin had never dealt with this deputy sheriff, and neither had Lance, but that didn't stop him from hearing about the reputation of the Lance family.

Erwin also had an indescribable strange feeling, but now was not the time to tell him how strange it was. "Well, Mr. Deputy Sheriff, I want to ask, did Anbin Hospital request police support about forty minutes ago because they received a person who was shot?"

The deputy sheriff knew what he meant as soon as he heard it. "Wait a moment. I'll check the police record."

The sound of a door opening and his loud questioning voice came from the receiver, and finally a girl seemed to say something that was not clear.

After a while, footsteps came closer and closer, and then it was picked up again. "There was indeed a call just now. We sent someone over. According to the feedback, they were robbed..."

The deputy sheriff knew it was enough, and he also stopped. Erwin exhaled after hearing this, "Sorry to bother you, there may be a little trouble later, please respond later, but I can guarantee that no one will be injured."

The deputy sheriff didn't feel embarrassed at all. "No problem. Just let me know when you need our cooperation. I'll be on duty at night."

After hanging up the phone, Alvin thought about it and decided to call Lance. Lance hadn't slept much either and was waiting for news.

After listening to what he said, he gave Erwin affirmation for his performance, "You did a great job. Even if I were there, this is all I could do."

"Have someone take two hundred dollars and give it to the deputy sheriff to thank him for his cooperation. Nothing else needs to be said."

"Before you leave, ask him how many people are on the night shift at the precinct, then go buy enough coffee and donuts and deliver them to make sure everyone has some."

"Just take them out of the hospital. It's best not to use a gun, but if you do..."

Lance didn't finish his sentence, but Erwin knew what he meant. "I guarantee he won't even need to be resuscitated."

"Well, I'll wait for your good news..."

Alvin immediately started to ask people to do things according to Lance's instructions, and he personally led people into the hospital.

The guy had already undergone surgery. His gunshot wound was not serious. It hit the abdomen and there was only one bullet.

The doctor cut out a section of his intestine, sutured it, and pushed him out of the operating room.

His companion was nervous for a long time and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing his friend sleeping there peacefully, he finally felt a little relaxed.

He was terrified just now. His friend was lying there pale and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Now he finally felt relieved.

Of course, not because he died, but because he was saved.

He walked into the corridor, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, opened the window a little, and then looked downstairs.

When most people smoke in the corridor, they like to look at the scenery outside and think about things that they will soon forget.

But in this one glance, he saw a large number of people in black entering the hospital. The cigarette fell from his mouth, he cursed "Fuck", turned around and went back to the ward.

His friend was still lying on the hospital bed, and he was already sweating with anxiety, but this time he had no time or opportunity to think more.

He gritted his teeth, pushed his friend's bed, and rushed out the door. They had to leave or hide!

My heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate at this moment...!
(End of this chapter)