Shadow Empire

Chapter 222 Take Away [Independent Reward +1]
Ten minutes later, Morris came to Lance with a young man.

"Rob, the son of Bolton, is there tonight."

"He drank too much, the bartender wouldn't sell him a drink, he tried to cause trouble, and then he was kicked out."

"He saw Rob go to the phone booth across the street, and then Lucar and the others came a little later."

Lance glanced at the young man next to Morris and repeated part of what Morris had just said, "Across the street?"

Who the hell would be stupid enough to run across the street to report it?

The young man quickly explained, "It's across the street, about 50 to 60 meters away from the bar."

Lance looked at him, then looked him over again.

During this period, because people did not have enough understanding of "nutrition" and life at the bottom was very difficult, many people actually suffered from night blindness, especially the poor.

It is difficult for them to get enough nutrition from food, and even though these people's living conditions are better now, they still have some degree of night blindness.

It's not like you eat a piece of liver today and you'll be able to see tomorrow. It's a long process.

This young man didn't look like someone who ate well, so Lance decided to test him. "I'll have someone take you fifty meters away, and then the three of us will change clothes. If you can say the correct order, then I will believe every word you say."

The young man didn't hesitate at all, and looked at Lance with a firm expression, "I am willing to accept any punishment if I lied or didn't do it!"

Lance patted his arm, "Go ahead."

The young man ran a long way very quickly, perhaps more than fifty meters.

They changed their clothes, and then the three of them walked out of the room and stood near the street light.

They could see it, but not clearly. They were not wearing hats and were just looking at the young man fifty meters away.

There was another person next to the young man, and the two of them quickly determined the order. When they got closer, the person sent by Lance showed a look of surprise.

Because the young man told him that there was a man who was not Morris and whom he did not know.

There was no doubt that he could see it.

Lance couldn't help but pat his arm again, "Good boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Carter, Boss."

"Okay, Carter, tell me what you found tonight..."

What he said was roughly the same as what Morris said, and he even said that Rob drove the car, but did not drive away. Instead, he parked it not far away and kept it there.

He noticed this because Rob's car was crookedly stuck on the side of the road instead of being parked properly.

Erwin had a headache. "Burton has been very active in his work recently, and he agrees with his current identity and job."

Lance shook his head slightly, "This has nothing to do with him. This is Rob's problem. He hurt all of us. Bolton knows how to choose."

Erwin was still a little worried, "He is his own son after all."

Lance always insisted on his own idea, "If he doesn't want to, send them away."

"There's no way I'm going to let Rob off the hook just because he gave us work. He hurt all of us."

"He could sell our bar location to law enforcement today, and he could sell our location to a rival gang tomorrow."

"He's going to kill us one day."

"As for whether Bolton will hate me for this?"

"That's a real person, Erwin. As long as I run fast enough and don't give him a chance to catch up with me, he will never have such an idea in his life."

"Do you think I will lose to him?"

……

In the evening, Bolton finished his work for the day. His spies were now everywhere in the Imperial District. Lance had increased the funds he had given him a lot. He still only left himself 150 dollars a month, and used the rest to develop spies.

In order to develop spies in the Imperial District, it is not necessary to hire people who do nothing all day and just wander around the streets. These people are too conspicuous.

Although these people are indeed needed, there is a more cost-effective way, and that is those old men.

Those old men have lost their labor force and have nothing to do all day long. If you just take a walk around the street, you can find many old men scattered in every corner of the street.

They sit on a bench by the roadside, or behind the window of a bakery, or in an open-air or private coffee shop, observing everything on the road through the glass windows.

He only needed to pay these old guys ten dollars and they would be willing to work for him for a month.

These sight lines, hidden in corners and less easily discovered, helped him keep an eye on most places in the Imperial District.

He was very satisfied with his current job and felt a great sense of accomplishment, which gave him a feeling of...the pleasure of being in control of the entire empire.

In particular, when people saw him, they would take off their hats and put them on their chests, and sincerely call him "Mr. Burton". In the sound of "Mr. Burton", he seemed to lose himself a little.

Thinking of his cramped house, he has started thinking about changing houses. He has earned almost 800 yuan during this period, and he will be able to save more than 2,000 yuan by the end of the year.

What the hell, when he was working honestly, he could only save about a hundred dollars a year.

But now, in just one year, he could earn as much as he had earned in the past ten or even twenty years combined. This gave him a feeling of unreality that many people have had, as if everything he had experienced in the past was just a not-so-pleasant dream.

Now, the nightmare is over and everything has become comfortable.

He turned on the light and was about to call Nancy to come and take away his clothes when he saw some people sitting in the living room.

He was stunned for a moment, and then began to sweat.

"Sit down," Lance pointed to the chair next to him.

Bolton was a little at a loss. He glanced at the door that was slightly open and Nancy hiding behind the door. Finally, he listened to Lance and sat in the chair where he gave orders at home.

His brain started to work frantically, wondering if he had done anything stupid recently, but he had no idea what caused Lance and the others to come over, and in this way.

"Lance...I..." He didn't know what to say or how to say it.

Lance gave him a direct answer, "Rob betrayed the location of our bar, which is why they came so quickly."

If they only knew a rough location, they would not act rashly because this might alert the bar owner.

If they fail to catch them this time, they will change the location next time, so they will not really take action until they have fully figured out the exact location of the bar.

The bars that Lance picked were all very hidden, in alleys, and there were some gang members at the door who looked tough. If they were not acquaintances, they would not cause trouble!
So the leak must have been from an acquaintance, and even Bolton himself participated in the meeting and operation to find the leaker.

He also knew that his son had been at the scene, but he never thought that it was Rob who leaked the information.

"Could this be a misunderstanding?" He was sweating all over. Even though he took off his coat and ripped open his collar, he still felt that he was getting hot, like a piece of red-hot coal.

Lance shook his head, "I heard he bought a car recently."

Bolton stopped talking and just sat there.

There was a sound of collision outside the window, as well as the sound of someone swearing and obviously drunk.

Morris walked to the window, parted the curtains a little and looked outside. "Rob is back."

Lance nodded, "We'll know the truth soon enough."

Rob was so excited after seeing Lance's bar being raided that he couldn't control himself. Not only did he breathe a sigh of relief, but he was also about to get a large sum of money because in front of reporters, Lucard announced that they had seized more than 11,000 dollars worth of alcohol and cash.

He even took the initiative to mention that the informant would receive a reward of around 2,750 yuan, and actively encouraged everyone to report, with no upper limit on the reward.

If anyone can report a warehouse of smuggled liquor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars like before, they will also reward according to the value of the case.

For the current mayor, including Commissioner Dell, every bottle of liquor in this city is controlled by locals.

Their liquor hasn't been brought in yet, so catch them hard, don't worry about catching the wrong people!

Having vented and satisfied all his emotions, Rob then went to help a poor girl in need on the roadside. He not only gave her some money, but also some protein she desperately needed.

By the time he finished all this, he was no longer so drunk.

He felt the wall and turned the door lock. The dark room made him feel uncomfortable. He turned on the light switch just like Mr. Bolton did. "Turning off the light won't save much..."

The moment the light came on, a chill crept up from the groove between my buttocks and eyes to the top of my head. Every inch of skin around my spine was covered with hairs standing on end. In an instant, I sobered up after being drunk for over an hour!
At the same moment, he turned around and wanted to run. He completely ignored the desire in Bolton's eyes, which turned into despair the moment he turned around.

The next second, a huge force kicked him from the door into the room. Ethan walked in from outside and closed the door.

Rob finally reacted. He climbed up using his hands and feet and hid behind Bolton. "What are you going to do?"

He didn't notice that Bolton's expression was even uglier than when he got divorced.

Lance looked at him, "How much did they pay you to sell the bar to them?"

Rob paused for a moment, not knowing what had been revealed, but he quickly began to argue, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lance was disappointed, and Hiram shook his hair and stood up.

Rob had heard of Hiram, the idiot with a horse face and pockmarks who shook his hair and thought he was handsome. He was a very vicious person among Lance's gang.

Rumor has it that he killed more than a hundred people by himself with four submachine guns!
Although no one could imagine how he could use four submachine guns by himself, people believed it anyway.

Rob grabbed Burton's clothes tightly, "Dad, Dad, do something, do something!"

His tears were streaming down his face, and he almost felt weak.

Hiram walked back to the house and punched him on the head several times, causing his nose to bleed. In the end, he didn't dare to grab Bolton's clothes anymore and was dragged in front of Lance like a dead dog.

Lance lifted his chin with the tip of his leather shoe and said, "Look at me."

Rob's horrified face was filled with fear and regret, as well as tears, snot and nosebleed.

"Now, tell me, why did you betray us?"

"I do not have……"

Lance pulled his legs back slightly, then kicked hard. Rob cried out in pain, covering his face and rolling backwards twice.

He screamed loudly and cried bitterly, but no one in the room showed sympathy for him, except his father and his sister who was hiding in the room.

"I didn't hold you responsible for your harsh treatment of Gerard, nor did I hold you responsible for some of your disparaging and outrageous remarks toward me. I didn't hold you responsible for jumping up and down like an immature child."

"I even gave your family hope." Lance looked at Bolton. Bolton sat there motionless, as if he had aged several years. He seemed to be thinking, or in a daze.

Lance's gaze returned to him, "But how did you repay me?"

Perhaps he realized that no matter how he argued, it was useless, so he began to plead, "Lance, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I will give you all the money they gave me, please let me go, since you have nothing to lose!"

"I lost 20,000 yuan, and my brothers were arrested. I lost face in the Empire District and even in Jingang City."

"Now everyone knows that I was robbed of two bars in a row. You say I didn't suffer any loss?"

Lance stood up as he spoke. Perhaps realizing that something terrible was about to happen, Rob suddenly crawled over and hugged Lance's legs, "Forgive me, I won't dare to do it again!"

Lance pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head. Bolton moved his body but seemed not to move.

"Get your dirty hands off my pants."

Rob was crying so hard that he almost died. Lance took back the gun and said, "Since you did it, you must accept the punishment. If I betray others one day, I will accept the same punishment."

"Even these brothers of mine, if they do the same stupid thing as you, I will deal with them myself."

"You should be happy because I don't want to get my hands dirty so someone else will do it."

"Take him away!"

Rob was shocked and terrified. He turned around and wanted to seek help from Bolton, but Ethan grabbed the back of his collar and tied his neck to his waist. He didn't strangle him to death, but he could make him speechless and unable to resist.

They filed out, Lance at the end.

Only Lance and Bolton were left in the room. Bolton rubbed his face and said, "I'm sorry, I..."

Lance patted his shoulder and said, "You are still young, find a young wife and she will give you a few children."

"Don't blame me for speaking harshly, Bolton. Even if we let him go this time, he will still bring trouble to you and all of us."

"You are Gerald's uncle. I hope we can get along well, but the premise is that you don't do anything stupid."

He took up his hat from the hanger by the door, stood by the door and pulled the door handle. "Good night, Mr. Bolton."

The quickly closed door blocked the view from inside and outside, and like a sharp blade, it cut off Rob's last bit of life.

This is an abnormal update, but existence is reasonable. If you want to know why, you can ask the people in the group. The group number is summarized in August.
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