Shadow Empire

Chapter 294 Sending Away and Returning a Favor

As soon as Lance finished talking to Alberto, two police cars stopped at the door of the office.

The young people around who looked like passers-by seemed to be tense!

A police officer sitting behind the driver's seat of the second police car felt a headache as he looked at the young people who were seemingly surrounding him.

The Blue Division Chief who was sitting next to him laughed at this time, "I told you, if I don't come, you may not even be able to get in the door."

"Lance's people are very united. They are different from the gangs you have seen before." Chief Blue had a sense of superiority on his face, which made the police officer next to him reveal a very special smile.

"Don't tell me you are in cahoots with them." The police officer's words stunned Chief Blue for a moment. He shook his head but said nothing, as if everything was self-evident.

Today's society is strange and complicated. The police officer watched a young man walk up to the police car and knocked on the window, and he rolled down the window.

The young man was very young, looking only about eighteen or nineteen years old. He wore a baseball cap and his clothes looked of good quality. The red armband also made him look a little different from ordinary people.

"Sir, you can't park here," he told the police to move.

Just as Blue was about to say something, he was stopped by the police officer next to him.

"What if I say no?"

The young man raised his hand and made a very strange gesture, and then the policemen in the two police cars were horrified to find that the hands of the people around him were inserted into their clothes.

No one knows what is hidden in their clothes, a small wooden stick, a spoon, a table knife, or maybe even a loaded weapon!
Seeing that the situation seemed to be developing in a direction that shouldn't happen, Chief Blue quickly said, "It's me. We're here to see Lance."

The young man bent down even lower so that he could see Chief Blue on the other side, and a smile suddenly appeared on his originally serious face.

He made another gesture, and the people around him immediately dispersed.

"This joke is not funny!", he said, then stood up, "Boss is in there, who should I tell him to see him?"

The police officer introduced himself as the assistant chief of the downtown police station. He also asked, "What's your name?"

"Alan!"

"Okay, Alan, can I ask what your gestures just now mean?" He was a little curious.

But unfortunately, Alan didn't say anything, just smiled and turned away.

The assistant chief looked back at Chief Blue and said, "They are very formal!"

"Indeed it is!"

Soon several people were allowed to see Lance, but there was a requirement: they had to hand over their weapons and accept a body search.

Erwin looked very apologetic. "This is a special time. I'm sorry. I know this is too much. Lance said that he would give you two a little gift as an apology when you leave!"

Chief Bruce took out his weapons and placed them on the tray, and the assistant chief beside him had no choice but to take out his weapons as well.

After the body search, the two entered Lance's office.

Lance had already stood up when he saw the two of them. He stood on the desk and moved, "Sorry, things have been a little different these past two days. Please forgive my sensitivity."

After shaking hands with the two men, he also learned the identities of the people around him. After the three of them sat down, Lance asked, "So what is the purpose of your coming here?"

Chief Blue scratched his head. He skillfully took two cigarettes from the cigarette box on the table and handed one to the person next to him. "You didn't deal with the people cleanly. Some people from Greg's gang survived. They said it was you who did it."

Lance nodded slightly after listening to this. "We have limited time. I can't possibly search every room to see if anyone is still alive."

"Did they call the police?"

"I'm afraid so!"

"So what are you going to do?" Lance also took a cigarette.

Chief Blue nodded and said, "Your firepower is too strong. People feel unsafe. We need to give an explanation to the citizens!"

"Charlie also called me and asked me to tell you that you'd better cooperate, otherwise the mayor might take advantage of this matter."

He was afraid that Lance didn't realize the importance of this matter, so he lowered his voice a little, "He can apply for police officers from other places to handle the case. Maybe he can find an opportunity to clean up the police force."

"What they mean is that you can do it, but you can't do it so exaggeratedly. Now we are not competing to see who is more aggressive, but who makes fewer mistakes."

Lance glanced back at the officer next to Chief Blue, then back again, "So what do you mean?"

Chief of the Blue Branch pursed his lips and said, "Find a few people to confess their crimes. We have to give an explanation to those businessmen and the public."

"You guys fired off guns for more than ten minutes last night, but you didn't catch anyone. That doesn't make sense, Lance. What do you think?"

"I can assure you that if a plea agreement is signed, it will not take more than 20 years and no one will be held accountable. This is an isolated incident."

"The sentence may be a little heavier, but I believe you should be able to get him out early."

Lance nodded after listening to it. "Give me some time. You will get clues by the afternoon at the latest, and then solve the case, arrest the suspect, and get some weapons and ammunition."

Chief Blue nodded and said, "I don't trust your style. If we don't need to give an explanation to those big shots and the public, we don't want to get involved."

Before he finished speaking, Erwin couldn't help laughing and said, "When can the people stand side by side with those gentlemen?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Your thoughts are dangerous, Erwin." He paused, "I already understand the situation, please help me see you two off."

Erwin nodded and opened the door. Chief Blue and the police officer beside him also stood up. After shaking hands with Lance again, they left Lance's room.

At the door of the office, they not only got their guns back, but also got two bags of donuts.

"Donuts?" The assistant deputy director shook the food bag with the label "Delicious Donuts" written on it, and the friction and collision sounds produced inside did not sound like the sound of donuts at all.

At the signal from Chief Blue, he opened the paper bag and then showed an unusual look, "How much is here?"

"Two hundred or three hundred. Maybe a little more. It's your first time after all."

Sitting in the car, he looked again at the sign of Lance's office, and at the young people around him who were staring at this place. Recalling their gestures, the assistant director could not say anything else.

After Erwin returned to the office, Lance mentioned what he had told Erwin before, "I remember that you have many people with terminal illnesses who don't have much time left."

Erwin nodded. "Yes, there are quite a few people. Do you need them this time?"

"Decades, Erwin. Even if we find Robben, they may have to stay in prison for several years. I can't let my brothers waste their best time in prison."

"Find some willing people, give them more money, and then go find Robben and see if a verdict can be reached as soon as possible."

The two of them whispered and discussed for a while, and then Erwin took the car keys and left.

For most poor people who suddenly find themselves suffering from a terminal illness and do not have much time left, the first thing they think about is not how to survive, but how much money it will cost if they have a terminal illness.

They have no money, so they care more about money than their own bodies and lives!

Most of them would think about saving money for their families. Since the disease cannot be cured, they would not waste their family’s hope.

On the contrary, those rich people would rather lose everything than not find a way to prolong their lives.

So for these human tragedies, if it can allow them to get a large sum of money for their families before they die, they are willing to pay any price!

Soon, Lance saw eight people standing in front of him, and all of them looked thin.

Lance frowned, "Find someone to put makeup on them and give them a set of clothes."

As he spoke, he looked at these people. They all showed humble expressions and seemed to glance at Erwin. Erwin nodded slightly, indicating that he had already communicated with them.

But Lance asked again.

"Erwin should have told you that you will be arrested and imprisoned for about ten years."

"I know that many of you will not be able to survive until the day you are released from prison, and I also know that you are worried about your families after you leave, so you are here."

"Erwin, how much money did you promise to give them?"

Erwin held up three fingers, "Three thousand."

Three dollars for a life, is that expensive? In this era, it is a bit expensive, but Lance thinks this price is just right.

"You are all Imperials?"

The eight people who had been tortured by the disease and lost their courage nodded. They talked about their ancestral home places, and Lance nodded continuously.

"I'll give you another choice. One is to take three thousand dollars from me in one go and then fulfill your promise."

"The other option is that your family will receive fifty dollars from me every month for ten years starting today."

"Ten years, I believe, is enough time for your children to grow up, and for your family's life to be completely stable. Ten years means six thousand yuan, and you have more choices."

The eight people had different expressions. Some were indifferent. To them, the money they could get in one go was real money.

The promised money cannot be considered real money until it is in your pocket!

But there were also three people who chose to have their families collect fifty dollars every month.

People are such contradictory and often follow others blindly. Two more people stood on their side, so there were five people who chose "installment".

Then another one came, six people wanted installment payment, and two wanted cash.

Installment payment actually has its advantages. The advantage is that their families will be more dependent on the Lance family.

If the Lance family no longer existed, their family would have nothing to rely on.

On the contrary, people who receive the money in one lump sum may have more complicated thoughts.

But no matter what, Lance briefly explained the situation again, and then asked Erwin to take them to put on makeup.

After all, they are a violent gang that shot and killed twenty or thirty people. They can't just stand on the street and be blown down by the wind.

After a simple disguise and under the careful guidance of lawyer Robben, these people were successfully "arrested".

Lance asked Morris to keep an eye on it to make sure nothing unexpected happened, and he went to Alberto's bar in Pricia.

He used to own a bar in the Starlight District, but for unknown reasons he was visited by the Hazardous Materials Administration and lost a large sum of money in one go.

Lance reminded him that there might be an undercover agent, so he reorganized the internal situation and reopened a bar in the Priscilla district.

The bar is not big, but it has a high style and is in line with the consumption habits of the middle class.

They can tolerate a slightly higher price, but it must be worth the money, that is, exquisite!
In other bars, wine glasses can be mixed, but in bars in middle-class communities, different glasses must be used for different wines, and there are even some reasons to do so.

Let them feel that they not only spent their money on enjoyment, but also learned some knowledge that they can show off!

There had to be real people performing, and it couldn't be vulgar, no strippers spinning their panties on their fingers, just Black people with deep singing voices.

This is another thing that people have discovered that the Black people are good at, besides picking cotton.

They are very talented in some forms of singing!

So when Lance first walked into the bar, he felt that even the bars in the Bay Area might not be as stylish as the ones here.

After all...for the rich, happiness is the most important thing.

But for the consumers here, the quality is what matters!

The Black singer, wearing a blue shirt, light grey overalls and an ivory bowler hat, held the microphone in ecstasy and sang classic slow-tempo tracks with his magnetic voice.

Everything looks so stylish!

It was afternoon and there were not many customers. When Lance arrived, he hugged Alberto directly, and then the two of them walked to a corner.

Some of the guests in the bar looked over here for a few seconds and then looked away.

As the middle class and elite of society, they pay great attention to their performance in social situations. They will not stare at people who do not want to talk to them for too long, as this is impolite.

If we were to say which group in society has the highest self-awareness and moral standards, it would definitely be the middle class!

They are at the stage of "realizing that improving oneself will help improve one's class", while the lower and upper classes perform worse in this regard.

When Paul saw Lance coming, he shook hands with him, and then the two sat on opposite sides of the table.

"Alberto said you wanted to see me."

Lance nodded, "I'm returning the favor I owe you."

Paul's expression was a little strange, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Lance."

Lance looked at him, "I don't know who did it, but I know, Paul, you cleaned his ass."

Paul still had the energy to laugh out loud, "Wipe your ass!"

"Lance, has anyone ever told you that you are a very humorous person?"

"But I have to say, this word describes it very accurately, just like those little bastards who only know how to poop and never know how to wipe."

He raised his glass and took a sip, "I don't bother to lie, Lance. This matter is our problem, but I hope you understand that my intentions are not bad."

"But some people..." He didn't want to say more. "Anyway, you are right. You don't owe me any favors. This matter ends here."

Lance picked up his glass and clinked it with his. "I appreciate your help when I needed it, Paul."

"This matter ends here with me, no problem, but is that person willing to stop here?"

"If he's not willing to stop here and he continues to cause trouble for me, I may no longer have a reason to let him go."

"You saved my life, I will give you one in return!"

Lance picked up the glass again and drank it all.

In a sense, Paul did save his life. If Paul had not spoken up to save Lance, even if Lance had not been ostracized, he might have left Jingang City by now.

There would not be the achievements we have today.

Paul sighed, "Anyway...thank you for understanding."

Lance poured himself some more wine, "I heard the five great families split up?"

Paul nodded. "It seems that everyone knows... The Kodak family was persuaded by those behind him, and the Cassia family was bought off. These idiots will never know."

"Only when the five major families are together can we have the right to make rules in Jingang City. When we separate, we will no longer have the power!"

"They can't think of that, or they don't want to believe it."

He didn't want to talk more about this. The situation of the Pasreto family was not optimistic. The Keane family was also in trouble, and the friction between them and the Bear Gang was escalating.

Greg wanted to develop in the Empire District, essentially to avoid the war between the Bear Gang and the Keane Family.

The Tita family is now contacting some people to try to change the situation, but it seems to be of no use.

A big net spread by the mayor has finally begun to close in slowly. It's not that he has done nothing over the years. He has done a lot of work. He has just been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to tear through the thick defenses of the locals!

Now, he has finally waited for it, and the methods he has used over the years are beginning to show their power.

After leaving the bar, Lance returned to the Imperial District, and the eight "gunmen" were successfully arrested.

They decisively signed the confession and took the initiative to admit all the charges. When Lawyer Robben returned from the police station, he told Lance that the eight people faced 42 charges, including making noise after 10 o'clock in the evening.

He also dealt with the judge in court. Since they had already pleaded guilty, they would basically be sentenced in court and then quickly sent to prison to start serving their sentences.

As for how long they can last in prison, it doesn’t really matter.

Their mission was accomplished the moment they arrived at the prison.

Although Cares is dead, Lance's revenge on the Greg gang is not over yet!

They say he is a "Boss Killer" and a "Gang Destroyer", so now, he will destroy himself in front of these people!
(End of this chapter)