Shadow Empire

Chapter 195 Overnight

"We talked about this, Bill."

"You can give me your answer now. Our time is limited. Let's not waste each other's lives, okay?"

Bill glanced at the cadres sitting next to him, looking unhappy. "I told you, I need some time to think about it..."

Lance hung up the phone before he finished talking.

Bill looked at the receiver and felt unhappy, but it was difficult for him to make any decision. Perhaps seeing his mood change, a senior official asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

He hesitated for a while, "Lance called and asked us to give up the territory in the Empire District to him, but I didn't agree."

It's not that he didn't agree, but that he needed to think about it. This is an implicit and skillful expression.

A considerable number of senior officials in the office immediately became unhappy.

"Why does he ask us to do this?"

"And we don't seem to have any conflict with their business. Instead, they have been squeezing our bar's sales with cheap drinks."

"We didn't cause any trouble for him, but he had the nerve to cause trouble for us?"

Some people also shouted loudly, "Let him try and see if we can hurt him!"

Now the emotions of these people were magnified in a heroic way in a collective environment, and even Bill couldn't easily make a decision that went against their ideas.

He is just that kind of person. When he gets older, he sometimes hopes that others will take responsibility instead of himself.

He figured out some things, slammed the table and said firmly, "Yes, you are right. This is the territory we conquered ourselves. Why should we give it to him?"

"If he wants to take it, he should be prepared to have his teeth broken!"

"Tell the brothers in the Empire District to be careful, or they may take direct action..."

Soon, the topic of discussion changed from "Did Polly plant the bomb" to "How can we fight Lance and defeat him?" Although they had good ideas, Bill always felt a little uneasy.

I always feel that there might be some trouble, but I am also curious about what prompted Lance to make the decision so quickly.

Didn’t he say he would take a few days to think about it?
But what Bill didn't know was that Lance couldn't wait any longer and wouldn't give him time to think about it.

I have to think about it for several days. Does this kind of thing need to be considered for so long?

To put it bluntly, Bill is too indecisive. He is already old, and only when Lance decides to help him can he make a decision.

After hanging up the phone, Lance walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

Erwin just pushed the door open and as soon as he came in he heard Lance ask him, "Where are our new gentlemen?"

This is a good opportunity to test whether these people can be trusted.

Some people always talk very harshly, as if each of them is a super killing machine on the battlefield, but when they are really needed, they all become lambs of God.

"They are arranging a training plan. We plan to rotate the people we have for training."

This is Lance's plan, to allow more family members to receive some military training, even if it is only for a week, it will allow them to make some good progress in execution and combat.

"Call them over. I have work to do for them. Also get some combat captains over."

Erwin nodded and asked curiously, "Are there any actions?"

Lance did not deny it. "We don't have time to wait for Bill to make a decision. I'm worried that once the trend of the situation becomes clear, he will not only not deploy large-scale port areas, but may squeeze in our direction."

"So we have to drive them out before they can react."

Erwin was a little worried. "Didn't Blue say..."

Chief Blue's intention was to find a way to let the Red Dog Gang take action first, so that if Lance fights back it wouldn't be considered violating the rule of "disrupting social order."

But we can’t care about all that now. No matter who placed the bomb, social order has been broken!

He shook his head. "Don't worry about that. They don't have anything to worry about us."

Soon, a dozen veterans and seven or eight combat captains gathered in the office. Lance stood by the window, watching the police cars circling the streets.

The explosion has made law enforcement nervous, and Blue just called him and asked him to keep quiet for the time being.

But it was obvious that he couldn't stop.

"Lance, everyone is here."

Lance withdrew his gaze from outside and shifted it to the people in the room. He walked to the table and put his butt on the edge of the table.

"As you probably know, some idiot blew up the Hazmat Administration and killed a senior agent."

"The situation in the entire Jingang City will undergo some unexpected changes. We must complete the unification of the Empire District before these changes affect us."

"Bill of the Red Dog Gang is hesitant, and his attitude towards doing things is as hesitant as those bitches under him, so let's help him."

"They have about four more bars and a few more in the Empire District. Your mission is to take care of these bars and drive them out."

"But I must remind you, try not to set fires."

"There are many old buildings in the Empire District. These old buildings have not been fireproofed. Once they are ignited, it is easy to cause a fire, which will then become a huge trouble."

"Eject them, and if they fight back, go get them!"

Erwin stood there, "Where do I go?"

"Lance walked to a wooden board, picked up a pen and drew a circle on the map. Come with me, we're going to the biggest strip club here..."

In the evening, the neon sign of the Flower Sea strip club lit up. This is the largest business location of the Red Dog Gang in the Empire District.

Not only the legal blowjob business is run here, but also the illegal call girl business.

However, although Bill is indecisive, he is still very cautious when it comes to running his criminal business.

The call girl transactions did not take place here, but in the old apartment next door.

There are thirty-six rooms in total. It is said that when business is at its peak, girls with guests have to queue up to find an empty room.

However, as it has been in operation for more than ten years, business is gradually not as good as before.

The girls are getting older, and even though they are rotated from time to time, after more than ten years, the guests have become familiar with every girl here.

This kind of thing sells a sense of novelty. When the girls and the clients become as familiar with each other as a couple without a marriage certificate, the clients will lose interest.

This is not actually a question of taste, because their taste has never changed and they always prefer young and new faces.

But even so, this is still a very lively place, with striptease, alcohol, and sex, these things always attract people's attention under the night sky.

Today, there were many young people standing in front of the Huahai strip club. They stood in groups of three or five and talked in low voices.

It seemed a bit strange, but when the guests entered the club, they discovered that there were a lot more "people" today than usual.

But soon the guests relaxed, and those strangers did not affect their fun here.

Under the dual anesthesia of alcohol and sex, they soon forgot all this.

Time passed slowly and it was ten o'clock, which was also the busiest time for the club.

From time to time, you can see girls taking their guests out of the club and going to the old apartment next door.

Guests had to pay two dollars and fifty cents to take the girls upstairs.

There is a person in the lobby management office on the first floor who plays a role similar to that of an apartment manager. When the guests pay him, he will record something in a notebook and then give a key to the other party.

The keys have house numbers on them, so they can find the rooms according to these numbers. Generally, these guests will come out in ten minutes at most, and few people can last more than twenty or thirty minutes. After all, every girl has her own expertise in this regard.

Some people are technical-oriented. Their talents may not be outstanding, but through training, they have acquired some very special abilities, which allow them to make others surrender unexpectedly during a competition.

Some are talented. They don’t need to do anything. They just need to go there and soon the guests will surrender on their own.

As for wanting to stay a little longer?
The thugs below will tell you that this is impossible!

There were quite a few gang members gathered here, and as time went on, they all became somewhat sleepy.

At this moment, car lights suddenly lit up on the distant street corner. After all, only a few people could afford to drive a car these days. Three pairs of headlights illuminated the road at night and also alerted the members of the Red Dog Gang at the door.

Three senior officials who were playing cards in the manager's office also got the news. They put down their cards and came to the door with weapons.

The three cars did not arrive very quickly and it took several minutes to arrive at the entrance of the club.

The window on the back seat of the middle car was rolled down, and the neon lights and lights of the Huahai strip club illuminated his face. He turned his head and looked through the window at the people on the steps with a calm, even indifferent expression.

There wasn't a trace of fear on his face. People who got out of other cars stood in front of his car, eight of them, in a row.

You know, at this moment, the number of people on his side totaled less than ten.

The senior officials of the Red Dog Gang also saw Lance. "Lance, this is not the place for you. Leave now. I can pretend that you have never been here."

Lance took off his black sheepskin gloves and pulled out a cigarette. Hiram took out a match and bent over to light it for him. He exhaled the smoke and looked at the people on the steps. "What if I say no?"

The senior official who was speaking, who was wearing a red sequined suit, seemed to have heard the funniest thing. He let out a "ha" and then spread his hands and turned around on the spot.

"I have so many people, what do you have?"

Lance still looked at him calmly, "Just because we have more people means we are powerful?"

Perhaps it was the many people around him that made him feel safe. He raised his chin slightly and looked at Lance with his nose, "There is power in numbers!"

Just when he was feeling smug, someone suddenly nudged him with his elbow, motioning him to look around.

All around, many people wearing black fedoras, black windbreakers, and red armbands walked out of the darkness.

Their clothes blended into the night, making them difficult to be noticed, so no one realized that there were people around.

As these people continued to gather around them, this process alone was enough to put a lot of psychological pressure on the Red Dog Gang, so much so that they didn't dare to act rashly!

The Red Dog Gang no longer had the advantage in numbers, and no one knew whether there were more people in the pitch-black darkness, so they all fell into silence.

The senior cadres wearing red sequins also felt their scalps getting hot and their mouths dry.

"Do you still think there are too many of you?"

The red-sequined cadre standing on the steps had a very ugly expression. He wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

Lance shook his head slightly and made a "take action" gesture. The people in front of his car seemed to have received some signal and took out submachine guns from the hem of their windbreakers in an orderly manner.

The three senior officials on the steps and their confidants had already realized something. Whether they were preparing to draw their guns to fight back or to escape, it was too late!
The guy wearing red sequins and looking very showy who was talking to Lance looked at the black barrel of the gun. He didn't move at all at this moment, just stared at it stupidly, and then said "Fuck".

The next second, eight submachine guns opened fire at the same time. The hot bullets not only dispelled the coldness of the night, but also dispelled the silence of the night.

The sound of gunfire resounded throughout the night sky, along with screams and cries from inside the club, adding a touch of Jingang City style to the silent night sky!
The whole process lasted less than fifteen seconds. In fact, the only people who actually died from the shooting were the senior cadres and core team leaders in the middle. On the contrary, the small minions around them did not suffer too many casualties.

As long as they don't move, no bullets will catch up with them. Lance is sometimes very kind.

Hiram walked up the stairs with his pistol in hand and emptied the magazine directly at the bodies on the ground. He maintained the style of the Lance family very well - making the forensic doctor spend several times more time to find the bullets and complete the puzzle.

The Red Dog Gang members around were terrified. Some of them silently raised their hands and knelt down, and then more people followed.

Soon, the thugs at the door were kneeling on the ground in several rows. To be honest, it was still very cold, and the ground was cold and hard, which was a bit painful.

But compared to the headache, the knee pain is obviously more acceptable!

Lance took a final puff of his cigarette and dropped the butt on the ground, and Hiram opened the door and let him get out.

At this time, blood had already flowed down the steps layer by layer to his feet.

He looked down at the extinguished cigarette butt in the blood, then looked at his new leather shoes stained with blood. He shook his head, raised his legs and walked towards the stairs stepping on the blood.

He stepped over the body of the guy in the red sequins and raised his foot to step over his body.

Thirty seconds ago, he looked like he had already won.

Thirty seconds later, he lay on the ground and looked up at the stars. Opportunities in life are so unpredictable.

At this time, the club was silent. The guests and girls were crowded in the corner. Some people tried to escape through the back door, but there were also people there.

As for jumping off the building?

They can't do it yet.

As Lance's men began to enter the club, the people inside the club quickly gave up resistance.

So many people outside were unable to resist this group of people from coming in. Some gang members in the club wisely chose to surrender. After confirming that they had the situation under control, Lance walked in from outside.

"Sorry to bother you." He started by apologizing for the attack tonight. He stood in the middle of the hall. "This is a matter between me and the Red Dog Gang. It has nothing to do with you."

"Now, if you want to leave, take your belongings, put your hands up, and leave through the main door."

"Please do not do anything that could be misleading, such as putting your hands behind your collar or in your pockets."

"I can't guarantee that no one will shoot excessively!"

Some people at the scene exclaimed, "It's Mr. Lance!"

"Is it Mr. Lance from the Lance family?"

They suddenly became less afraid, and some of them asked, "Mr. Lance, did the Red Dog gang offend you?"

Lance shook his head, "They didn't offend me, it's just that Bill made a stupid decision."

Someone else asked, "Will this place open again in the future?"

Lance said as if it was a matter of course, "Why not?"

"I will renovate it and reopen it. You can come and play then."

"But at that time, it no longer belonged to the Red Dog Gang, but to us..."

Hiram came over from a distance, shaking his hair, "What about those people outside?"

If he killed them all, there would be too many people and it would be inconvenient, so he needed to ask Lance.

Lance thought for a moment and said, "Leave their weapons on them and tell them to get lost."

Hiram nodded and went back outside. He arranged for people to strip these people naked, leaving them only in their underwear, and then told them they could leave.

It is obviously a very shameful thing, but to these people it is like the most beautiful sound in the world!
Their faces were flushed with joy at surviving the disaster, and they rubbed their body hair together as they quickly disappeared in the darkness.

In one night, all the Red Dog Gang's territories in the Imperial District were cleared out.

But strangely, not many people called the police.

On the contrary, more people called the police in the port area. The police came several times but left soon.

They did not see any gunfire or dead bodies. They only saw cleaners diligently cleaning the floor with chemicals.

Chief Blue personally ran to Lance, but looking at Lance's calm face, he suddenly couldn't say anything he wanted to say...

(End of this chapter)