Shadow Empire

Chapter 166 Finding and Dealing

When people are extremely nervous, they can not only hear their own heartbeats, but also the sound of blood flowing in their veins.

He had heard people say before that when cowboys were dueling, they would have this feeling when they turned their backs to their opponents, took the last step, drew their guns and shot.

It's as if time slows down and my vision becomes better, allowing me to see every movement of the other person, including their slightly trembling fingers and the way they lower their center of gravity to ensure a stable shooting posture.

I can also hear my own heartbeat in my ears, boom...boom.

There is also the sound of blood running in the veins like gurgling water!
He had heard it, but he didn't believe it.

Maybe the heartbeat can be heard. He had this feeling when he took off his first girlfriend's pants for the first time. His mouth was dry and his heartbeat was pounding on his head like thunder.

Of course, this is definitely not an excuse for why his first time only lasted a dozen seconds!

But he didn't believe that he could hear the flow of blood.

He thought it was something made up by western cowboys to show some cowboy temperament and spirit. I could even hear hundreds of millions of fucking kids chatting!
But now, he believed it.

Just like the gurgling water, the blood is flowing.

His mind went blank for a moment. The bed knocked open the door of the ward. He pulled it hard and turned it in the opposite direction.

The other end turned just right, in the opposite direction.

He ran as hard as he could, hoping to take his brother away before the other party rushed over.

He actually didn't have any great sentiments. He just felt that it was what he should do. If by any chance he couldn't do it and couldn't take his brothers away, he wouldn't be stupid enough to stay.

There is still a little chance now, he wants to give it a try.

"Gentlemen, this is Anbi..." The two security guards saw the people walking in from the hall, and they began to perform their job duties, going up despite their responsibilities.

Capitalists don’t care whether it’s dangerous or not. They only care whether the money they spend has brought them the value it should.

One person walked out of the security room, and the other person picked up the phone. He seemed to be ready to ask for help from the security guard who was taking a break.

But before the call could be connected, a hand pressed on the reed, and the phone, which had some sound, became completely silent.

The security guard in the security room slowly raised his head, a black gun muzzle pointed at him, and shook it to the side, "Come outside."

He placed the receiver on the table, slowly straightened up and raised his hands. He noticed that his colleague had been pressed against the wall, his face was pressed against the wall and somewhat deformed, and he was looking at him with an innocent expression.

The two were asked to squat in a corner with their hands and feet tied.

"We're here to find a bastard, and after we find him we'll leave. We won't hurt anyone else here, but the premise is that you don't do anything stupid."

The two security guards looked outside and saw that there were quite a few people outside. They looked at each other, lowered their heads and said nothing.

The young man standing in front of them took out two packs of cigarettes, the 49-cent kind, and stuffed one pack into each of their pockets.

Although it is not a particularly good cigarette, at this time, 49 points is also a very mainstream "good cigarette".

The two of them had no more objections and continued to remain silent. More than forty dollars was not enough for them to risk their lives.

Alvin pushed open the door of the emergency center. The doctor who was sitting next to the little nurse was whispering something to her. He might be helping the little nurse do a physiological examination and was immersed in it.

When he suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open, the first thing that showed on his face was panic, followed by shame, anger, and displeasure.

But soon, displeasure turned into uneasiness and even some fear.

More people in black windbreakers came in from outside. They lifted each curtain used to protect the patient's privacy and confirmed whether the person inside was the one they were looking for.

The doctor stood up and said, "Hey, this is an emergency center, you can't do this!" He showed some professional ethics appropriately, but not much, and it's not his fault.

Erwin strode in, stood in front of him, and picked up some "reports" on the table. "Someone was shot and came in for rescue. Where is he now?"

The doctor hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it or not. He could tell that these people were not good people.

Erwin put the report down. He couldn't understand it, but he could understand people. "Are you going to sacrifice yourself for someone you don't even know?"

Without any psychological struggle, he chose to tell what he knew, "He is in the ward on the fourth floor, the one with the emergency room written on the door..."

Erwin patted his chest. "Well done, that was easy, wasn't it?"

He waved his finger to signal others to go upstairs, and he was about to leave from here, "I'm sorry to bother you...you." He glanced at the little nurse who looked a little pale, "I apologize for our behavior. I hope I won't cause any trouble to you. We will leave soon."

With that he left, and the entire emergency center returned to its previous tranquility.

There were not many patients in the emergency center, and some were either sleeping or in a coma. Only one or two were awake.

Obviously, the place has returned to its previous tranquility, but the hearts of the awakened people can no longer return to their previous state.

The fourth floor was not high. Compared to the slow elevator, the young men ran and sprinted to reach the fourth floor earlier than the elevator. The moment they rushed into the ward, they ran out again.

"The person is missing..."

Alvin put his hands on his waist and glanced at the empty ward. "He can't have gone far. The car is still here. He must have just..." He suddenly discovered something. He walked to the side of the corridor and picked up a lit, half-burned cigarette from the corner of the wall.

He picked it up and took a puff. The strong smoke entered his lungs, making him feel a little more comfortable.

He exhaled smoke slowly, "He's still in this house, find him!"

In the utility room, he looked at his good brother lying on the ground with blood oozing from his waist and abdomen, his expression seemed a little painful!

Damn it, they thought this was a very simple job, but they didn’t expect that not only did some of them get injured, but the other party also locked onto their location so quickly.

He wanted to smoke but didn't dare to, so he hid his bed in the next ward, then carried his brother to this utility room and hid behind a shelf.

All he could do now was to pray that the other party would not come in, or just take a look and leave.

Unfortunately, the God of Jingang City could not hear the prayers of the people of Paradise City. The footsteps outside the door became more and more frequent. He could even see the shadows passing by outside through the gap under the storage room door.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly. He almost lay on the floor, holding his breath, sweat all over his head.

The chaotic footsteps at the door suddenly became less frequent, and the shadows could no longer be seen moving back and forth. It seemed that they had already left?
He breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he looked at his good brother who was still in a coma and was about to high-five him, the door of the storage room suddenly opened.

Then, the light was turned on, illuminating the entire storage room, and his heart almost jumped out!

At this moment, his mind was blank, and he could only pray that they would just take a casual look instead of going behind the shelf.

But alas, they searched very carefully.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he was getting more and more desperate, until a pair of shoes appeared in front of him.

He slowly raised his head and looked upwards, following the pair of shiny leather shoes. The straight trousers showed excellent workmanship, the woolen coat was very warm, and finally he saw a person looking down at him condescendingly.

"Found you!" the man immediately raised his voice, "They are here!"

More people came in, and Erwin also came over. He glanced at the two people on the ground and said, "Take them away."

Soon, a group of people left the gate of Anbin Hospital. They carried the two guys to the bus, and then the group of people quickly disappeared in front of the hospital, as if they had never appeared!

Alvin took them directly to the old house, which was in the western suburbs. There were fewer people there, and everyone was afraid of getting into trouble.

The unfortunate guy, who had been sitting in the shaky car for who knows how long, finally arrived here in nervousness and anxiety.

He was pushed out of the car and into a place that looked like a garage or warehouse with a tarpaulin on the ground.

The sudden light made him squint his eyes, and he was asked to sit on a chair. Erwin came over smoking a cigarette, and the others were scattered around, including outside the door.

"You must know why we are looking for you." Erwin found a chair and sat opposite him.

He didn't say anything, but he did know because they had previously kidnapped a girl and shot and wounded a young man.

When they beat up the young man, they didn't even think it was a big deal. He was just a young man, a member of a small gang.

Sam also has a transcendent status in Paradise City, and it is said that he has some big shots behind him, so they are used to being unscrupulous in Paradise City. As long as they don't provoke those who they can't afford to provoke, no one can hurt them.

So for him, for them, they didn't see shooting and wounding, or killing a young man, as a problem.

Seeing his silence, Erwin looked at the people around him, "Who's coming?"

"I'll do it." The captain of the young people stood up. This young, socially vibrant organization full of passion and motivation has not become corrupt. It is like a new rising sun, full of care and unity.

The young captain hated himself a little. If he had arranged for two more people to work together, perhaps these things would not have happened.

Hate these people as well.

He took a vise and a hammer from the wall, which made the guy want to surrender, but he still wanted to try to see if he could hold on.

At least it would be easier after being rescued by Sam.

It’s not that he didn’t resist, he did resist, but he couldn’t hold on.

The young captain held his little finger in a vice and raised the hammer high...

If he hadn't been tied to a chair, he would have probably started rolling on the ground.

He was screaming in pain, but the surroundings were very quiet. There were not many people in the western suburbs. Even if someone heard it, who the hell would dare to run over to take a look?
Most people would pretend not to know what happened, and once the warehouse door was closed, the noise wasn't that loud.

Erwin watched him struggle and scream in pain, and when his reaction was less intense, he continued to ask, "Can you talk now?"

The young captain hadn't vented his anger yet. He was already pinching the second finger as he stood by. "You'd better not say that..."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" He struggled violently again. It was so painful. He overestimated himself and underestimated these people.

The young captain reluctantly left his side and stood against the wall, but he knew what to do and when to do it.

"It's Mr. Sam, and Booker, they need the girl, someone placed a takeout order."

Erwin thought for a moment after hearing this, "Red high heels, huh?"

"Yes, that's right, it's the red high heels..."

This matter is a little troublesome, Erwin knows a little more than others.

He knew that Lance had rejected the mayor's decision to assign Red High Heels to him. In other words, no matter who was running Red High Heels now, the mayor must be behind it.

Erwin could decide other things on his own, but he had to talk to Lance about this matter.

The call was quickly connected to Lance, and Erwin briefly explained the situation, "What should we do now?"

Lance leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette, with countless images and thoughts flashing through his mind. He didn't say anything, and Erwin didn't urge him.

He himself felt awkward when he heard about this kind of thing. He was just a small figure, but he had to start a confrontation with the mayor's forces. He couldn't even imagine it, so he would not disturb Lance to think about it.

About ten minutes later, Lance's voice came over the receiver, "Ask Morris to keep an eye on Red High Heels and be careful."

"Then arrange a car, and when they send Lisa out, intercept them halfway, including the person, the car, and their people. Move quickly and don't give them a chance to determine that it was us who did it."

"Plan it out and see which route is faster and more convenient. Go straight out of the city and hide in Valley City until I come back."

If he didn't have Mr. Pasletto as his backer, he might think of other ways, but he believed that the mayor would not fall out with Mr. Pasletto over something without evidence.

And no matter what Mr. Pasletto's attitude on this matter is, things broke out suddenly. If he does not protect Lance, then he does not have the core elements to become one of the five major families in the Federation.

As for the future?

Let’s solve the current issue first.

He considered letting Lisa suffer first. In fact, this was the best way. It would not offend anyone, but would only make Lisa suffer.

But he was unwilling to do it, not only because someone was watching this, but also because if this matter was not stopped, they would squeeze Lance's bottom line more and more forcefully.

Don't you want things to get out of control?
Then give in!

If he gives in again and again, he will eventually become a scumbag no different from Heller.

Everyone is born with a bottom line, and the bottom line is that one is abandoned by oneself in such a process again and again.

Although he may not necessarily become a good person, he definitely does not want to be a scumbag!
After hearing this, Erwin was a little worried, "Will there be trouble?"

Lance has made his decision, and it won't change. "I'll take care of everything."

After Alvin hung up the phone, he felt a little heavy-hearted. He found Morris and told him what Lance had told him. Morris immediately left with his men.

He returned to the warehouse.

The unlucky guy who revealed the mastermind behind the scenes seemed to be particularly relaxed at this moment. Except for the pain in his fingers that made him frown from time to time, he felt much better.

He knew Erwin was the leader of this group, so he asked directly, "When are you going to let me out of here?"

“My friend needs better medical care.”

Erwin stood at the door and squinted at the man. He took a puff of his cigarette and said, "You can't leave..."

Without waiting for the unlucky guy to show an expression of disbelief, Erwin turned and left. His instructions came from outside the door, "Take good care of him and wait for Lance to come back."

"You don't keep your word!" he shouted loudly with resentment.

The young captain asked back, "Did we just tell you to leave once you've confessed?"

He was a little stunned, and his brain began to think whether this was true, but the fist that hit him in the face interrupted his thoughts...

The next morning, Booker limped over to Sam and said, "It's been arranged. It can be delivered anytime."

Sam was holding a long and thin cigarette holder in his hand and glanced at Booker. "Then send someone to deliver it. Remember, you must let them know that we are back!"

Booker nodded. He felt pain in the front and the back. This Sam was a pervert!
But he didn't dare to say anything and could only obey silently. At this time, he even had the idea that it would be better to continue staying in jail.

He felt that he was already perverted enough, but compared to this pervert, his perversion was as childish as playing house!
At this time, there was a modified van at the door with a huge red high-heeled shoe on its body. On both sides of the body, slogans such as "Red High Heel Club, the best club" and "If you become a God, it must be because of the red high heels" were reprinted.

But there is no address, no phone number, no other contact information.

Those who are able to become members of Red High Heels have plenty of ways to get Red High Heels’ contact information.

Those who cannot even get the contact information are basically not qualified to become Red High Heels members.

The mayor was very satisfied with the membership system he proposed, and they were not short of money and did not need to profit from the poor.

Lisa had changed into beautiful clothes and was dressed up like an exquisite gift, locked in a large gift box.

There are many props that can be used to torture people placed nearby, and there are also various clothes, and even some medicines and surgical supplies in the carriage!
This is Sam's request. Maybe today's customer won't need it, but he must know that the service that Red High Heels can provide him is not as simple as he thought!
(End of this chapter)