Shadow Empire

Chapter 234 This is my territory [Monthly ticket 666+3]
The middle-aged man was a little absent-minded along the way. Hearing that they would arrive soon, he was thinking about other things.

For example, can we deal with the Lance family in one go?
Will the Lance family fight back?

After he finishes this, how much profit can he make by running this bar?

He thought about a lot of things, even about what would happen a few years or even a dozen years later.

Unconsciously, the corners of my mouth slowly turned up, revealing a smile.

He didn't notice that the old men who were discussing over there also smiled when they saw his look!

"You have to treat us a good meal this time!" The old man with age spots on his face looked jealous.

He got a five-dollar bonus for reporting, and the skinny old man got twenty dollars for cooperating in the acting. He can also act, it's just that it wasn't his turn.

Even from a long distance, I could sense his displeasure.

The skinny old man laughed and lowered his voice, "Okay, I'll treat you guys to a big meal later, it'll be five dollars!"

The other three old men all showed satisfied expressions. One of them couldn't help but patted his chest and said, "That's pretty good."

The bus quickly stopped at the station, and the driver patted the metal sheet in the cab impatiently, "If you want to get off, get off quickly. I still have to go home for dinner."

"If no one gets off the bus, I'll leave!"

The few passengers on the bus sat there numbly. A few old men stood up, and the middle-aged people hurriedly followed.

The driver muttered to himself for a while, and it was obvious that he was a little dissatisfied with the "slow motion" of these old men.

This was a crossroads that didn't look very special. After a few people got off the car, they took the middle-aged man into the alley next to it.

The trash can at the entrance of the alley was filled with all kinds of domestic garbage, sewage was flowing everywhere, and it had begun to emit a foul smell.

A few wild dogs were looking for dinner in the garbage dump.

There was a wild cat lying on the wall next to it, crawling there, quietly watching the wild dogs looking for food in the garbage dump, with a hint of disdain in its eyes.

After entering the alley, turn right and there is a not-so-deep backyard, which is no different from the backs of buildings in most neighborhoods.

They came to a half-level down and the old man knocked on the door.

With a click, the window on the door panel opened a crack, revealing a pair of eyes.

When the person inside saw them, he opened the door without even asking, as it was obvious that they were regular customers.

The middle-aged man cursed in his heart, but still followed him in.

At this time, eight cars had stopped outside the alley.

A large number of people got out of the cars, and the wild dogs that were looking for food just took a glance at them and then left with their tails between their legs.

Even the lazy wild cat crawling on the wall quickly left the wall with its fur standing on end and disappeared into the darkness.

Several people watched their people enter the alley. At this time, they seemed to be looking for something on the ground and soon found something.

Every few steps, there was a handful of flour on the ground. There was no wind in the alley, so the powder could not be blown away. Eventually, it led people to the entrance of a basement.

Only when you get close to here can you smell the faint smell of alcohol in the air.

"right here."

They left quickly and discussed at the entrance of the alley. Then these people began to look for a place to hide themselves and began to prepare for the upcoming battle.

What they don’t know is that their every move has been exposed.

"...We'll go over and knock on the door later, but they definitely won't open it."

"Then we started arguing with them and pounding on that door so hard that they were bound to come out."

"Try to escalate the conflict and get their people to call for help. If necessary, we can use weapons first."

"Everyone else, hide well, and when Lance and his men arrive, we'll attack!"

"Show no mercy, aim to kill as many of these people as possible..."

Brinton did not come today. He is the current leader here. Although this is an important operation, he will not participate. He will stay in the rear.

The person in charge of the command was the staff officer who often gave him advice. Just when he had assigned the tasks, suddenly, in the quiet night, people heard the sound of an old-fashioned window being raised.

It's the sound of windows rubbing against window frames!
Most of the windows in the Federation open upwards. In order to prevent the windows from falling down at any time, they are made relatively close. Whether opening or closing, some force is required.

This also makes the windows have a noticeable friction sound when they are opened and closed, as well as a collision sound when the windows are opened or closed to the limit after too much force has been used.

The group immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from. Before they found anything in the darkness, they heard the sound of more windows being opened to the limit.

The staff officer had realized something was wrong, but before he could say anything, suddenly the sound of submachine guns rang out from the dark windows around him!

There were flames everywhere, and bullets were raining down on people and on the ground, stirring up the dirt.

After a brief panic, the Viper Gang members also began to fight back, but the surrounding walls were dark and they didn't know which windows had people behind them and which ones were empty.

The flashes of fire during the shooting made it impossible for them to see directly, and when the fire died down they forgot their position.

The random shooting shattered some windows, but the entire back alley, and even half of the street, was "quiet".

There was only the sound of gunfire.

There were no frightened screams, no complaints or angry shouts, and no hysterical sounds, as if there were only two of them here!
The middle-aged man who had already entered the bar also realized something was wrong, because there were only a few people in the entire bar, and these people were all looking at him at this time.

The fierce gunfire outside made him feel very uneasy. He swallowed his saliva and his arms began to tremble. He picked up the cup and took a sip, trying to hide his panic and uneasiness. He had a weapon in his arms, but he quickly glanced around. He could kill at most one person, and then he would be beaten into a hornet's nest.

This is obviously a trap!
These bastards!

He glanced at the old men who were drinking happily with hatred, and finally forced a smile, "What does this mean?"

The bartender was still wiping the wine glasses. It seemed that he was doing this kind of work most of the time every day, either wiping the wine glasses or wiping the wine bottles.

He looked up at the middle-aged man and said, "This is a trap."

The middle-aged man was already covered in sweat. Those soybean-sized beads of sweat were squeezed out of his pores at an unscientific speed visible to the naked eye, then mixed together and flowed down his cheeks.

He didn't even dare to wipe it off, for fear that this action would cause some misunderstanding!
"I don't know what you mean!"

"I'm just here for a drink with my friends!"

The bartender laughed, put down the square cup in his hand, looked at the middle-aged man, leaned forward slightly, and waved at him.

The middle-aged man swallowed, put his hands on the bar, and leaned forward as far as possible.

His attention was all on the bartender's body and face, and he ignored the movements of the bartender's hands.

"I don't want to make a mess of this," the bartender whispered in his ear.

Before he could react to what this meant, the bartender inserted a sharp knife into his throat, then immediately pulled it out and pressed the wound with the towel he had just used to wipe the wine glass.

Subconsciously, the middle-aged man hugged his neck tightly with both hands like a drowning man.

But it makes no sense!

He instinctively dodged backwards and retreated to the middle of the bar.

The blood seeped through the towel, which could not stop the blood flow. The white towel began to turn red and he began to be unable to breathe.

The blood rushed back, making him feel like he was drowning. He instinctively started to cough, but when he opened his mouth, he just made a movement similar to coughing or vomiting.

The blood was not forced out by the pressure in his lungs. He looked at the people around him in panic and ran towards the door.

But after running a few steps, his body began to twitch more violently, and when he was still two or three meters away from the door of the bar, he fell headfirst to the ground.

Except for a few old men, everyone else looked at the body calmly. The bartender took out another towel and a very clean wine glass and started wiping it.

"Clean up the floor and throw him out."

At this moment, the most intense gunfire outside also stopped.

A group of people walked in from the alley, with Hiram standing in front.

"I surrender!"

Next to the trash can, a guy with a gunshot wound in his abdomen was lying with the trash. There was nothing out of place, as if this was his home.

He gasped and looked at Hiram, "I surrender, I know..."

Hiram walked over, raised the gun, pointed it at him and pulled the trigger.

The crackling firelight illuminated the entire box again. The man looked at Hiram in disbelief, his eyes wide open as if to say -

"Are you fucking sick?"

When he heard the sound of an empty magazine, he changed the magazine and continued walking forward.

Some young men behind him commented like "so handsome" or "so cool". Although he could easily suppress the recoil of the submachine gun's continuous firing, he couldn't suppress the upward curl of his lips at this moment.

Soon they found the second guy who was already scared and hiding in the corner. Hiram handed the reloaded submachine gun to Ennio and signaled him to do it.

Those of them who were the first to follow Lance had all proven themselves in front of the new members, but Ennio was the only one who still lacked something.

this is a good chance.

Ennio took a deep breath and stood in front of the man nervously, holding the submachine gun.

His hands kept loosening and then tightening the grip on the two gun handles.

He couldn't see the man's face in the darkness, but his eyes reflected the moonlight, and he could see fear and pleading in them.

"I beg you……"

Outside the alley, a police car was parked there. Two policemen looked at the lights that kept lighting up in the alley until the gunfire stopped. They looked at each other, speechless.

One of them picked up the intercom and turned on the radio. "We have arrived at the scene of the alarm and did not find any problems. It could be..."

Before he could finish his words, gunshots rang out again, and even the people in the radio station fell silent.

After the gunfire stopped, he continued, "...it might have been a false alarm."

"Received, false alarm, you can come back now, I repeat, you can come back now."

As for the gunshots?

What's that gunshot?!

Who the hell is talking about gunshots?!
There was no gunfire at all!

(End of this chapter)