Shadow Empire

Chapter 300: One Dies and One Runs Away

Soon one of Madore's companions returned to the company. Lance was chatting with others, but when they saw only him coming back, everyone stopped.

"We found dripping gun oil in that room."

"There's no one in the room. We've already guarded the front and back entrances. There's a high probability that someone is still in the house!"

"We have to seal off the entire apartment building to find this guy!"

Gun oil is something that is only used when doing gun maintenance. Lance felt a slight pain in his temple.

He nodded and looked at Erwin, "Find some people and bring weapons."

As for Lance?

He certainly wouldn't take the risk!

This is the Imperial District. Alvin just went out with the whistle and blew it for a while. In less than six or seven minutes, forty or fifty people came running over from the surroundings.

After Erwin briefly assigned the tasks, he handed over the command of some of the people to Mador.

At this time, in the room on the easternmost side of the third floor, the old killer stood at the edge of the window and looked outside.

There is a trash can below, which is about one and a half meters high and has an iron shell.

Some silent comedy films have used the special prop of trash cans more than once to realize how the actors in the plot escape from the encirclement, but from a realistic point of view, this is not realistic.

Because you don't know whether there is anything that can hurt you among the seemingly soft household garbage below.

For example, a rusty piece of wood full of nails?
Or there may be some wood fibers, or some glass, or even some fish bones, or some hard fragments.

These things can cause fatal injuries to people when they fall heavily!
So the elderly are attracted by the trash can itself. Its hollow design and iron shell can reduce the least cushioning force after they jump in, and it is filled with garbage.

When the iron shell and the garbage come into contact, the impact force can also be dispersed.

But the problem now is that there are people in the alley.

If I jump down from here, I will be seen by at least three or four people, which will be very troublesome.

His grandson looked at him calmly, and the two looked at each other for a while. The old killer had realized that there was a high probability that he would not be able to escape this time.

"There are very professional people around him. They are either our colleagues or killers. We will see them soon."

"One of the reasons for this failure is that we didn't know the people around Lance well enough, and I was too careless."

"I thought no one would notice if I opened the window in that position, and I shouldn't have stared at them, they are too sensitive."

"Next time, when you assassinate him, you must remember this and don't reveal your intentions when you are not ready to do it."

"This apartment is no longer worth using. Lance will definitely go in and out through the main entrance, which we can't see."

"They might screen all the recent tenants around and tell the gentleman to wait for a while."

"We need him to relax his guard again, and you also need to heal your wounds."

The young killer said nothing, but naturally remembered every word the old killer said in his heart.

He knew that this time the old killer was finished and he was dead.

He was not foolish enough to let his grandfather try to break out, which would not only lead to his death faster, but would also expose him.

The old killer had taught him many times that in some dangerous moments, making the right choice is often more important than acting recklessly!

At the same time, you must control your emotions, as emotions and eyes are the easiest way to betray yourself.

When he was a child, in order to help him manage his emotions, his grandfather would make him feed many small animals, and then kill and eat them in front of him.

He wanted to make the little killer understand that as a killer, any unnecessary emotions were irresponsible to himself.

Just like now, both of them knew that the old killer must die this time, but no one showed any other expression, and both maintained emotional control as if their faces were paralyzed.

The old killer took out three pistol magazines and laid them out on the bed in a row. After checking whether each magazine and pistol were functioning properly, he asked his grandson to stand still.

Then he quickly picked up the pistol and fired several shots at him!
He used a very small caliber bullet, which is often used in close-range assassinations. There was almost no loud noise. The bullet hit the little killer and the wound looked a little scary, but it was not fatal.

Even if you don't take care of it for a long time, his blood won't flow out!

Of course, it was painful. He slowly lay on the ground and was dragged into the bathroom by the old killer, who then tied his hands and feet.

The two looked at each other for a final moment, perhaps realizing that this was the last time they would see each other, a hint of emotional change flashed in the little killer's eyes.

The old killer slapped him hard and said, "Pay attention to your emotions."

After he said that, he left the bathroom without looking back and started to pack up the remaining things.

He put the magazine away where it was convenient, then removed the tarp and pulled out the rifle.

Rifles can also be used in combat, but their operability is definitely not as good as that of pistols. However, the first few shots will definitely give the people outside the door a surprise!
He sat quietly in the chair and poured himself a glass of water. There was a seasonal fruit and a few high-calorie sweet biscuits on the table.

He chewed slowly and could even hear footsteps in the corridor.

He slowly pressed the biscuit crumbs between his fingers so that they would stick to his fingertips, and finally put them into his mouth.

He wiped his hands slowly, feeling that those people were already standing outside the door, he slowly raised his rifle so that the butt could better rest on his shoulder.

Crank the bolt and get ready to shoot!
The moment the knock on the door sounded, it was as if the starting gun in the referee's hand was fired. He completed the bolt action at the moment the gun sounded, and then the second shot!
The unlucky guy who was knocking on the door was shot in the chest. Everyone in the building gathered around the moment they heard the gunshot.

Mador looked at his companion who was breathing rapidly and vomiting blood, and a look of sadness appeared in his eyes.

Coming back from the battlefield, he sometimes makes better judgments than the doctors!

Can't live anymore!

The man who was shot held his wrist tightly and stared at him with a ferocious expression.

Madore felt the painful force on his wrist, and he knew what his old friend meant. He pulled out his gun but was stopped by another old comrade.

Before he could even look up, the old comrade had already fired a shot.

The bullet pierced the wounded comrade's head. Everyone in the corridor watched it all in shock and silence. Madore felt that the power of the night disappeared in an instant, but he did not feel any relief!
After a few shots were fired in the room, the gunfire stopped and everyone looked at the wooden door with three holes in it.

Mador slowly put his comrade down. He knew that it would be better to give his comrade a quick death than to let him die in agony and despair for dozens of seconds before dying.

This is also what his comrades hoped for.

He stood up, walked to the door, asked someone to bring a fire axe, and started swinging it hard at the door handle.

First we have to break the door, then we can deal with that bastard!

The door handle didn't last long before it fell to the ground with a huge blow. Madore could feel that the killer inside was holding a gun and pointing it at the door behind a barrier.

He put his hand on the door and pushed it inside. The moment he pushed it, wood chips flew everywhere on the door panel!
He used the fire axe to push the door inwards again, and two more gunshots rang out.

Three shots, two more to go (the bullets have been changed).

The open door was suppressed by a gun and two bullets so that no one dared to look inside. Perhaps this was the most glorious moment in the old killer's life!
No longer a killer hiding in the shadows, but a warrior on the front line!
His heartbeat didn't even change much as he stared calmly at the open door. Although there were only two bullets left in his rifle, he could guarantee that they would not be able to get in without paying a price.

It seemed that everything was at a standstill.

Mador took a look at his brother lying on the ground, and suddenly asked someone to lend a hand and pick him up.

Although doing so would be a bit of a blasphemy against his corpse, Mador believed that he was willing to take revenge with his own hands!
When the corpse appeared at the door of the room, the old killer's highly tense nerves made him fire two shots in a row. After firing these two shots, he threw away the rifle in his hand without hesitation, took out the pistol at hand, and fired two shots.

When he found out it was just a corpse, they had already started fighting back!
In an instant, bullets flew everywhere! Almost everything in the room was "dancing", not only the table kept shifting, the picture frame was smashed and fell, and the spring bed was cracked with many holes!

The old killer was also shot in the ribs.

It might have been a ricochet. He could feel the hot and wet blood flowing out of his body, but his breathing and heartbeat remained unchanged.

He kept looking for opportunities to shoot, he just wanted to take away more people!

When his pistol had used up the last bullet, Mador rushed forward all of a sudden. The old killer had no time to change the magazine, so he threw the pistol in his hand at Mador. Then he took out a dagger and rushed over.

At such a close distance, those people didn't dare to shoot, which would definitely result in accidental injuries!

When he saw Madore clearly, he was slightly stunned.

It was this person who had stared at him from a distance of several dozen meters not long ago. It was that seemingly casual eye contact that directly exposed them!

The two men wrestled with each other. Fortunately, the others did not stand by and watch like the idiots. They rushed over and pinned the old killer to the ground.

He was punched and kicked many times on his body and head, but he didn't make a sound.

When he was caught, he was already dying.

Madore saw the wound in his ribs where the bullet had penetrated, and just as he had assessed the injuries of his comrades, he knew that the old man was beyond saving.

It’s not that this kind of injury cannot be treated, but that there is no time to treat it!
It would take at least twenty to thirty minutes for the ambulance to arrive and take him to the hospital.

He couldn't even hold on until the ambulance arrived, let alone leave with it!

"Search." Madore and his men began to search the entire room. After a while, someone in the bathroom shouted, "There's someone here."

The already dispirited old killer calmly watched them enter the bathroom, and calmly watched them carry the young killer out, without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

The fear on the little killer's face did not seem to be disguised. He hummed weakly, as if he had been humming for a long time and had run out of strength.

“It should be a resident here.”

They found a photo frame with a young man's photo on the bedside, and at this moment, they restored the truth of the matter.

After the old killer was exposed, he came into the room, shot and wounded the young man, and then threw him into the bathroom.

Until this moment.

"You are so lucky!" Mador thought of his comrades.

He observed that although the young man had been shot four times, only one of them looked fatal.

But the fact that he has managed to hold on until now and is not dead means that he only looks like that.

Lance didn't want any innocent people to die, so they called an ambulance. When the ambulance arrived, Madore was already dead.

They packed up Madore's things and took them back.

Lance had already heard the fierce gunfire, and when they came back with a corpse, he sighed.

The old killer was also dead. Lance glanced at his body and said, "Try to find out the identity of this person and see if there is a chance to find out who hired him."

He walked to the body of Mador's comrade and mourned for a moment. "According to the gang's rules, we will provide compensation and notify his family."

Their families were taken in by Lance, and they thought that by leaving the empire they could escape the fate of death on the battlefield.

He didn't expect that after running so far, the god of death still caught up with him!
During the time before his family came over, Lance asked, "What you said was too thrilling. Wasn't that young man's luck too good?"

He looked at Madore, "You said he had amazing shooting skills. There's no reason to show mercy to an ordinary person."

"And he fired four shots, but there wasn't a single fatal injury. I don't think that's reasonable."

Mador was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that there were two killers all along!
He turned around and ran outside, followed by the others, who also came to their senses.

Whether or not what Lance said made sense, they had to go and see.

It’s actually very easy to tell whether a person is a killer!
Especially for killers who use assassination methods such as sharpshooters, they must go through a lot of shooting training to maintain or improve their shooting accuracy.

Just touch the young man's hand and you will know whether he is a killer!

At this moment, the young man opened his eyes despite the severe pain. There was only a male nurse and a male doctor in the ambulance.

There were very few female nurses in ambulances during this period. They would only send female nurses if there was a phone request. If there was no request, only male nurses would be sent.

The doctor and the nurse came over and asked him to lie down again and not to mess around. However, in the next second, he took out a fist blade from somewhere, quickly cut the nurse's throat, and then inserted the fist blade into the doctor's throat!
The two people were struggling with their throats, and the doctor was no longer concerned about anything else. He was trying to find a way to be free!
The nurse could only lie on the ground, covering her neck.

His carotid artery was cut and blood was gushing out like a tap.

The young killer opened the back door and slid down while grabbing the straps used to secure the patient's body.

After he was dragged on the ground for more than ten meters, he let go, groaned, rolled on the ground a few times, and stopped.

Then, in the stunned gaze of passers-by, he got up and quickly disappeared into the alley.

He needs to remove the bullet, reduce inflammation, and then rest for a while.

Seven or eight minutes later, Madore caught up with the ambulance, but only saw two bodies. He cursed "Fuck", but didn't know where to start looking.

After circling the car twice, I went back disappointed.

When I returned to the office, my comrade's family members had already arrived and were weeping quietly around the body.

Lance saw Madore coming back and went to greet him, "Where's he?"

He was a little annoyed, "He killed the doctor and the nurse on the way and ran away."

"Can you still remember what he looks like?" Lance asked.

Mador was a little embarrassed. "I didn't observe him carefully. I have to ask others."

He now understood what Lance meant, "I'll ask them to make a sketch."

Lance patted his arm, "Let's take care of things inside first."

When they saw Madore coming in, the family members cried even louder. They gathered around Madore and muttered something to each other. Lance did not eavesdrop.

It was nothing more than crying and blaming Madore for not taking good care of him.

But in the end, these people still accepted this fact, because Lance did give a lot!

After comforting the family of the deceased, Madore found someone who could draw and made a sketch.

Lance had never seen the young man, but he knew that there was something wrong with the painting because no one could look so strange.

But it's better to have it than nothing, so he asked someone to send it to the police station and told Chief Bruce that he was involved in the ambulance murder case.

In less than an hour, the entire Jingang City began to hunt for this guy, and Lance offered a reward of 5,000 yuan.

Although I don’t know how long it will take to find him, the good news is that his injuries will not heal in a short time.

Everyone was silent. A few people died a while ago, and another one died today. Although everyone’s relationships vary, they are all from the same family after all.

Even if they don't know each other, they usually just say hello.

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and everyone's emotions seemed to have eased a little after the sadness.

They still had a lot of things to do and couldn't stop to grieve for long, but everyone became more careful.

Almost all the cars were equipped with steel plates. Lance even asked someone to get two minibuses and convert them into mobile armored vehicles, which might be useful someday.

The young killer seemed to have disappeared in an instant and there was no news of him since.

The Wolf Gang's bar was also renovated, but it was obvious that even if it was open, there wouldn't be many people.

No one would go there to drink and risk being shot.

As the weather was getting hotter and it was the end of the month, Wally, the account manager of Baltz Investment Bank, finally called Lance.

"The president has time these two days..."

(End of this chapter)