Shadow Empire

Chapter 206 It's not about money and arrest
Hatred is a special emotion that can make a person do many terrible things that he cannot even imagine.

Moreover, hatred cannot be resolved in any way. Not only will it not diminish with the passage of time, but it will allow hatred to continue to age and ferment in the guilt and regret of the soul!
Those who say they want to resolve hatred with time and love, their purpose is often not really to resolve hatred, but something else.

That's just their high-sounding excuse, they need it.

Not much time had passed, and the assistant's emotions were fluctuating greatly as he could still hear his nephew's screams before his death.

He lowered his head and placed his hands on his thighs, trembling slightly. Hatred was like a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart. Every day was torment for him!
Only by killing this bastard with his own hands can he free himself from the cage of regret and embrace life again.

Lance sat there, catching a Jimmy was like playing for him, it wasn't difficult at all, but...

"Twenty thousand dollars is a lot, but it's not what drives me to do this." Lance did not refuse directly, but gave him a word that he did not quite understand.

The assistant looked up at Lance. He didn't know what this sentence meant. He tried to find something else from Lance's face.

There was no expression like "I'm not very satisfied with the price you gave me" or "Did you forget that you should give me some more?" Lance just looked at him calmly, and his calm eyes made him unable to feel any emotional fluctuations.

He knew that there was a key thing missing, but what was it?
His brain had fallen into a wrong cognition because of working with Jobaf for a long time, "I can give you more money, my savings..."

Lance raised his hand and waved it, "That's not what drives me to do this for you. Anyone can give me money, but I won't necessarily do anything for them."

The assistant was confused and in pain. He held his head with both hands and said, "I don't know!"

Lance said softly, "No, you know, find it, say it…."

I don't know how much time had passed, but the assistant's brain, which had been stiffened by long-term monotonous work, finally loosened up a little. He found what he thought Lance wanted from some rumors he had heard.

He instinctively thought it was a little funny, but soon, he no longer found it funny. Instead, he had an indescribable feeling, as if...

He didn't know how to describe it. Perhaps the believers in God back then also had this feeling, that sacred feeling of being surrounded and illuminated by warmth and light.

He stood up from the sofa, walked to a place not far from Lance, and lowered his head, "Mr. Lance, please help me get justice, I beg you."

At this moment, the assistant's heart, which was originally restless, impetuous, anxious, hateful, regretful, and wrapped in all kinds of negative emotions, suddenly calmed down. He had done everything he could for his nephew.

Lance smiled a little, "I will get justice for you!"

He paused and said, "He will appear in front of you in the next few days. Now go back and have a good rest. Everything will be fine!"

The assistant left. His steps had never been so brisk since his nephew's accident, and there was even a smile on his face.

When he walked out of the house, a ray of sunshine shone on him just right, making him feel warm all over!

He drove back to the bank's office, and the first thing Mr. Jobaf asked him when he saw him was, "Did Lance agree?"

The assistant's expression was a little strange. It was hard for him not to compare Mr. Jobaf and Lance, but after the comparison, he felt that the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger.

In fact, he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he... just couldn't help thinking like this.

He nodded. "Mr. Lance agreed to our request. Jimmy will appear in front of us soon."

Mr. Jobaf waved his fist and said, "Great!" In fact, he hated Jimmy very much. Jimmy often came to blackmail him, and he wanted to vent his anger!
He immediately signed a check for 20,000 yuan and handed it to him, "Have someone deliver it. I'll pay your share for you. This is what I owe you."

The assistant was silent for a while and nodded. He knew what Mr. Jobaf meant. If it weren't for his compromise, his nephew might have died, but at least it wasn't because of their betrayal.

Being shot because you are no match for Jimmy and being betrayed and tortured to death by your closest relatives are two different concepts.

But whether it was ten thousand yuan or twenty thousand yuan, it was ultimately not enough to fill the cracks in his heart.

The assistant returned home first. Although Mr. Jobaf had given his share, he still wanted to give Lance something.

He opened the safe and solemnly took out a box.

There were many pieces of jewelry in the box, the most eye-catching of which was a ruby ​​ring.

Half of it is ruby ​​and the other half is gold. The clear and transparent ruby ​​allows it to be sold for at least 50,000 yuan or even more.

For the assistant and his family, this ring has a special meaning because it is a reward from the nobility.

It was originally a ring worn by a nobleman, because his ancestor performed very well as a deer hunter in the hunting grounds, and the nobleman rewarded his ancestor with this ring.

Passed down from generation to generation, it has evolved from an expensive ring into a family inheritance spirit.

But today, he felt that it was time to give it away to someone who was more suitable for it!
Although Lance was a little surprised when he received the ring, he gladly accepted the gift.

No matter how much it is worth, first of all it is not money itself. The value of a gift lies not in its own value but in the friendship.

Lance accepted the gift from his assistant and casually put it on his finger.

After receiving other people's things, Lance must work. Soon Bolton received Lance's instructions, and some people on the street began to move around.

Even Bolton himself went to the port area to inquire about the news.

He has recently gained some fame in the underground world of Jingang City. He always takes the initiative to inquire about various things, and then summarizes them and hands them over to Morris.

Morris is now basically the "intelligence chief" of the Lance family. He has many familiar faces in the Imperial District, and people are willing to chat with this young man who grew up on the streets.

So it was easier for him to get some information, so Lance handed this part over to him.

With Polly's death in the "gunfight" and the disbanding of the brotherhood's core members, the brotherhood that had been so arrogant and domineering in the port area seemed to have ended their rule overnight.

Instead, the Red Dog Gang began to expand its territory rapidly.

But the port area was too large, and before the Red Dog Gang had occupied half of it, several new neighborhood families began to rise and began to define their own sphere of influence.

The port area, which was originally relatively simple, suddenly became complicated, with the emergence of five or six forces including the Red Dog Gang.

But none of this has anything to do with Jimmy, because Jimmy is about to run away.

If we were to ask who was most affected by Polly's death, it would undoubtedly be the senior officials of the Brotherhood who were most severely affected.

Polly is the foundation of their foothold in Jingang City. If it weren't for Polly, the Brotherhood would not have grown to what it is today.

Jimmy and some senior cadres knew that there was a big man supporting Polly, but they didn't know who it was.

A gang with a big shot as its backer and a gang without a big shot as its backer are two completely different concepts.

But anyway, it's all over now!
Jimmy planned to flee to Valley City first, and then continue north...

But he didn't know if the Hazardous Materials Administration was still chasing them like a mad dog?
Just as he was observing the situation on the street through the gap between the curtains and the window, the sudden sound of keys made him nervous. He took the gun in his hand and stood behind the door.

As the door opened, a woman walked in.

He dragged the woman into the house, almost making her fall to the ground. Jimmy quickly stuck his head out and looked around in the corridor, then he felt relieved and turned on the safety.

He closed the door and looked at his furious girlfriend, not apologizing, "Is someone following you?"

His girlfriend pinched his waist and asked him, "Shouldn't you apologize first?"

"Not only did you hurt me, you almost made me fall. You must apologize."

Jimmy was a little impatient, "Okay, I apologize, okay?"

"Now tell me, was there anyone following you when you came back?"

His girlfriend was still very angry because she felt that Jimmy's apology was insincere, and an insincere apology was the same as no apology.

But she also knew a little about Jimmy's bad character. While picking up the scattered food on the ground, she said angrily, "Yes, there are many people following me."

"Fuck!" Jimmy immediately pushed his girlfriend away and rushed to the window to look outside. The street that seemed to be fine before now seemed like everyone was abnormal!
The girlfriend looked at the food she had just picked up and was knocked over on the ground again. She was a little mad, "Are you fucking crazy?" "These are our food for today and tomorrow!"

food?

Jimmy doesn't care about that!
He strode to his girlfriend, grabbed her arm and dragged her to the window, pointed at the few people on the street and asked, "Come here and tell me who followed you back..."

"Is that the one who walked into the phone booth?"

"And the guy reading a newspaper on the side of the road, who the hell would read a newspaper on the side of the road, did he follow you back?"

His girlfriend raised her arms to break free from his grasp, "Have you lost your mind?"

Jimmy was still very nervous, "You just said there were a lot of people following you!"

His girlfriend took it for granted, "When have I ever gone out without someone following me?"

"They just want to fuck me, isn't that normal?"

"Fuck!" Jimmy cursed loudly, "You are fucking sick!"

His girlfriend doesn't tolerate him either, "I don't know which of us is fucking sick!"

"I've had enough of you!" She threw the things in her hand, turned around and opened the door and left, leaving Jimmy with the empty room and the potatoes rolling on the floor.

Looking at the closed door of the room, Jimmy cursed a few more times before he slowly squatted down and picked up the food.

Got to leave.

He told himself that if he continued like this, he would eventually become sick even if he was not sick.

The fear of death kept him in a state of tension all the time, and any slight change in the environment would make him feel that Director Dell's men had appeared around him.

He saw Polly in the newspaper. The broken face with a part missing, which was put back together by the forensic doctor in more than an hour, gave him nightmares every night.

He didn't want to become like that one day, and the shadow of death always lingered around him.

He went to the kitchen, washed the potatoes and other food, then cut them randomly and poured them all into the pot...

On the other hand, Jimmy's girlfriend left her rented apartment after getting angry.

As Jimmy's girlfriend, she actually didn't have a formal job, because Jimmy was able to make money, and just giving her a little was enough for her to live for a long time.

At the same time, as a girl who has been exposed to Jimmy's life circle and environment, it is difficult for her to go to the library or concert hall to pass the time like ordinary girls.

The place where she spends her time is on the street.

She came to a street where she knew some acquaintances. Some young people were gathered there. When they saw the girl, they waved. The girl trotted across the street to greet her.

"Have a puff!" A young man handed the cigarette to the girl. The girl said "thank you" and took a deep puff.

She leaned against the guardrail on the side of the road and stretched her body backwards. Although the weather was not too hot, people were no longer wearing as much as they did in winter.

Young people are a group of people with flamboyant personalities, and now the federal government is also encouraging distinctive individuality, so most young people don’t wear too much.

She stretched out her body, revealing her curves, and soon the two young men had her between them.

These young people belong to the "neighborhood families" in the enlightenment period. They know each other and gather and move around in a fixed place for a long time, but so far they have not been involved in any criminal activities.

When one of them starts his conversation with "I have a great idea to make money," a low-level neighborhood family shows up.

But now, it still needs some time to develop.

"Why haven't I seen you out for a while?" A young man in his twenties put his arm around her waist.

The girl glanced at him sideways. She knew that this guy really wanted to have sex with her. He had begged her several times, but she had never agreed.

"You better take your hands away. If Jimmy sees them, he'll chop your claws off."

It's not that she was particularly loyal to Jimmy, but she had just had an argument and was in a bad mood, so she didn't want to flirt with others.

The young man was quite shameless and hugged her tighter. “He may not be able to beat me.”

"But he has a gun!", the girl added.

The young man froze, then the girl broke free from his arms and stood with the other girls.

Both young men were a little annoyed. Guns were indeed too scary for them!

If they don't deal with Jimmy, they won't be able to have sex with the girl, which is something they don't want to see.

"I heard that the Lance family is looking for Jimmy."

An older boy said softly, as if to convince his companions to make up their minds, and he added, "They promised to give us a thousand dollars after they find the person."

The other one hesitated, "Are you sure Jimmy is with her?"

The two young men stopped talking. They looked at each other, saw something in each other's eyes, and then exchanged opinions by nodding.

"Let's go buy a pack of cigarettes," one of them said.

No one else refused because if they bought cigarettes, others could smoke them too.

The two young men quickly left this place and ran wildly in another direction.

This is where the port area and the imperial area intersect. Sometimes they would go to the imperial area to take a look at the power of the Lance family, so they knew where to find these people!
Less than two days after the news that Lance was looking for Jimmy was released, someone said they knew where Jimmy was.

Bolton was sitting on a chair in a roadside open-air cafe, stirring a cup of coffee. This was his fifth refill.

If he hadn't paid for two cups and was not a member of the Lance family, the boss might have asked him to get out.

Two of the men arrived with two breathless young men. "They said they knew where Jimmy was."

Bolton already had a vague aura of a gang leader. Without even raising his head, under the dissatisfied gaze of the coffee shop owner, he put three more sugar cubes into his coffee cup and stirred it continuously.

The clash of the coffee spoon and coffee cup continued as they stirred. "Do you know the price of lying?"

He looked up at this time, and the two young men nodded repeatedly, "We know, we didn't lie, Jimmy's girlfriend is our friend."

"She was usually with us, but in the last few days she barely came out, and she took the initiative to talk about Jimmy, saying he had a gun."

Bolton paused for a moment, then picked up the coffee cup and drank it all. He took out five cents and put it on the table. "I'm going to make a phone call."

"If you're not lying and we find Jimmy..." He patted the two young men on the cheek, "then you're rich!"

The news quickly followed an obvious "route" from Morris to Erwin, and then reached Lance's ears.

He immediately sent someone to bring Jimmy over, and Hiram took on the job, mainly because he liked to train newcomers and instill his theory that "no matter how accurate a pistol is, it is not as useful as a submachine gun."

He had talked to Lance before and hoped to form a submachine gun team, which would be exciting!

Ten minutes later, three cars stopped in the back alley of the apartment where Jimmy lived. They came in from the alley of the house at the back to avoid being discovered by Jimmy.

Hiram pushed the drum magazine in, pulled the bolt, and waved his clothes so that his windbreaker covered the submachine gun hanging at his side, "Action!"

(End of this chapter)