Shadow Empire

Chapter 295 Clearing the Field [666+4]
In a public telephone booth, a middle-aged man in ordinary and even shabby clothes was holding a black receiver, but his attention was on the person outside the booth.

A young man, everyone around him called him Morris.

Morris's father was a well-known gambler in the Empire District and he also liked to drink. Morris grew up between casinos and bars.

He always runs errands for his father or others to earn some pocket money.

In fact, from this point of view, he should have had the most comfortable childhood among Ennio's group!
Everyone on the street knew him, and he could earn a penny or two in errand fees from each errand he ran.

The guy in the phone booth who smelled of alcohol was his father's friend. The two of them gambled and got drunk together and had always had a good relationship.

Naturally, he also has a good relationship with Morris.

He was thinking about some recent rumors and changes when the phone suddenly rang. "Hello, Michael?"

"Fuck, it's me. I'm on Fenghuang Road now. Is there any place where I can drink?"

"It's a shitty place in the city center. It's not convenient to have a drink. This is what you call a good place?"

"...I don't know. It's terrible here. There are no casinos or bars. How can you survive here?"

"Really? They won't beat me, will they? People in the city center are very arrogant, even pedestrians are like this...Okay, I'll treat you, hurry up!"

He hung up the phone, came out of the public telephone booth, and looked at Morris in a flattering manner, "My friend lives here, and we have a good relationship. He will take us to a nearby bar, but..."

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I promised to treat you."

It was obvious that he didn't have the money. Drinks in the bars in the city center were not cheap. A beer that cost 30 cents in the Imperial District would cost about 50 cents here.

For example, those slightly better whiskeys cost more than one dollar per ounce.

The price of alcohol was still rising rapidly. In the Empire District, Lance took care of them and the price of alcohol was not high, so they could still afford it.

If you live in other places, you simply cannot afford to drink every day, and you may only drink once every three to five days.

In addition, Morris's current status and position are different from the past, so when Morris needed his help to find the bar here, he agreed immediately.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came from a distance, cursing. He hugged Morris's father's friend and then glanced at Morris again.

His father's friend explained, "This is my friend's son, and it's his treat today!"

Hearing that someone was treating him, the visitor's expression became much more relaxed. He shook hands with Morris and said with a hint of contempt, "The cost of living in the city center is not low. Are you sure you can come?"

Morris pulled out a wad of money, at least thirty or forty, and the man whistled, "Follow me."

The three of them crossed two streets and arrived at an inconspicuous single-family building.

There was no light in the whole house at night, and no noise. One could only faintly smell the evaporating alcohol, but it was not strong and could easily be ignored.

The man knocked hard on the small door on the side several times. With a "click", the observation port was opened, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.

“Fuck, it’s me, this is my friend and his nephew, open the door, I can’t bear it anymore!”

Morris laughed. This is an old drunkard!
The visitor looked up and down at the two strangers beside him, seeing that they did not look like agents of the Hazardous Materials Investigation Bureau, and then opened the door.

He also warned, "You can drink, but don't act crazy or cause trouble, otherwise we will kick you out!"

After saying this, he made way and let the three people go in.

The bar is quite large, with two floors, about 400 square meters in total. There are already quite a few people here, of all kinds, including some girls.

Single girls have become a standard feature of bars nowadays, and their value lies in attracting single alcoholics to spend more.

The three of them bought some wine, and the two middle-aged men began to brag to each other. They started with the recent situation in Jingang City, then talked about a series of new documents signed by the president, the Ministry of Defense's rare additional conscription plan, and the international situation.

Listening to them chatting, it was as if they were the heads of two countries, discussing some national affairs. Whether it was the president or the Congress, they were nothing in their eyes!
After a few drinks, they started criticizing current affairs. Perhaps they went a little over the line. The bartender walked up to them and knocked on the bar counter. "You've had too much to drink!"

He kindly reminded them, "I'll give you two glasses of ice water for free. Calm down, or go out and get some fresh air..."

Listening to their disrespectful remarks, the bartender still felt a bit troubled, even though there might not be police here.

These unhappy middle-aged people always talk about this after drinking too much, as if they really have the ability to manage the country——

If they really had it, they wouldn't be so poor that they would have to calculate every dollar they spent drinking at the bar.

After nearly an hour, the two finally drank to their satisfaction. This was the most comfortable drink they had had this year!
The two of them left the bar with their arms around each other's shoulders. Morris followed them, watching them pee in the middle of the street and run with laughter after being illuminated by the car lights. He walked to the phone booth and said, "I'm at the intersection of Fourth Street and Phoenix Road. There's a..." He looked around and said, "There's a pink blowjob billboard."

Not far above the telephone booth, there is a pink neon mouth, and the defeated neon tongue inside is constantly spinning, like a whirlpool, a suction cup!
This is the most naked blowjob shop. Once you enter, there is a long row of sofas and some people may be queuing.

When it's your turn, they will lead you to a separate room with dim lighting, and then a girl whose face you can't quite see will come in and get straight to the point.

The price of oral sex in the city center is not cheap, starting at at least six dollars, or even eight dollars.

Some people would rather walk a few more steps or take a bus to the port area to find a one or two dollar shop than spend so much to enjoy the same service.

These services are currently legal in the federal government. Since it is not sex, it naturally does not constitute a sexual transaction. As long as it is not a sexual transaction, it is not illegal!

Hiram's laughter came from the receiver, "You can take some time to enjoy it. We'll be there soon."

Morris laughed and scolded him before hanging up the phone. Then he found a place to sit down and lit a cigarette.

Ten minutes later, five cars stopped on the side of the road.

Hiram got out of the car, shaking his hair. He saw Morris at a glance, "Are you ready so soon?"

Morris walked over and hugged him, then looked at the others, "Come with me..."

The group returned to the detached building. Morris knocked on the door and the gatekeeper opened his eyes again.

He glanced at Morris. "You were just here."

Morris didn't deny it. "I want to buy a bottle and take it back home to drink."

The gatekeeper observed him, looked around, saw no one else, said "Wait", and closed the observation port.

Next came the sound of the bolt being opened. In order to prevent people from the Hazardous Materials Administration from rushing in easily, this door had many bolts.

About ten seconds later, the door opened, and the gatekeeper slowly raised his hands as soon as he pushed the door open.

His eyes were filled with fear and anger, and he looked at Morris as if to say, "You fucking betrayed us."

Morris punched him in the middle of the stomach. "I don't fucking like the look in your eyes, bastard!"

Then he pushed him into the room and locked the door.

The unique complex smell in the bar, accompanied by some music, Hiram squinted his eyes slightly, he seemed to particularly like and be intoxicated by this environment.

He lit a cigarette, took a puff of it with relish, and put it sideways in his mouth, half-squinting his eyes on the other side of the cigarette to avoid being smoked.

Then he strode into the center of the bar with the submachine gun in both hands and pulled the trigger!

"Clearance!"

The customers screamed and fell to the ground. Only the bar's security guards and staff were still standing. They didn't seem to understand what was going on.

Hiram shook his hair and aimed directly at the man closest to him, squeezing the trigger and shooting as he walked.

When he got close to the man, all the bullets were used up!
And the man in front of him was also beaten into a sieve!
For a moment, the whole bar was filled with gunshots, screams, and shouts!
This is the largest bar of the Greg family. Three senior officials upstairs are discussing what will happen after Carres' death, and they have not reached a consensus.

Someone suggested to avenge Cares by attacking the Lance family.

One person believed that Cares was already dead, and the so-called Gregg family was already destroyed, so there was no need for them to sacrifice themselves for the extinct Gregg family.

These Saigeons who have gradually taken root in the Federation are actually no different from those Sumurian Federation people. Their self-perception of "Federal people" has begun to override their recognition of race and blood!

There is another person who says everything is good, but says nothing is good.

When the three were thinking about what to do next, fierce gunfire suddenly broke out downstairs. The three were stunned and their faces changed, but then they immediately reached for their weapons and looked downstairs.

The firefight downstairs is basically over. It's useless to resist when the prepared are fighting the unprepared!

While two of the senior cadres were still in a daze, the senior cadre who had always advocated fighting with Lance and the others, regardless of whether he knew those people or not, directly shot at one of them.

The sudden sound of gunfire made everyone curse inwardly and they hid immediately. Then the stairs on the second floor came under concentrated fire.

The guy who fired the first shot rolled down the stairs in an instant, and the other two guys could only run back...

(End of this chapter)