Shadow Empire

Chapter 351 Bad News and Good News

In the emergency room, a young nurse came in from outside pushing a cart with a pale face. A doctor who was resting walked up to her, picked up some medicine from the cart, and brought it to the operating table.

"Are those people still here?"

The young nurse nodded, "More people are coming. Should we call the police?"

The doctor who was transferred from another hospital to take charge of emergency treatment was not very familiar with them, but at this time he obviously wanted to say something to ease the tense atmosphere.

Sometimes we get too nervous and make mistakes.

"They are just friends of the patient, why call the police?"

As he spoke, he directed his assistant to hand him some tools.

Morris was lying in front of him, with holes in his chest and abdomen. He had been shot twelve times, some in his legs and some in his body, and was currently in a near-death state.

Now the warheads have basically been taken out, but the remaining things have become more numerous and more troublesome.

First, the doctor has to deal with the internal organs that were hit by the bullet and clean out the rotten flesh and tissue. Then he has to deal with the wound and finally suture it up.

This operation was extremely complicated, involving multiple organs. Even if it was just debridement and suturing, it was not something he could complete alone.

So there were three surgeons operating on Morris at the same time at the operating table.

Morris is young and has a chance to hold on. Both he and the doctors are racing against death.

The sooner the operation is completed, the greater the chance of Morris' survival, but they all have a judgment on Morris' condition.

Even if he survived, he would be sickly. The most serious of the injuries was the two gunshot wounds in his lungs, which would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Even if you manage to hold on, you will no longer be able to engage in strenuous activities in the future. You may become out of breath even if you just climb a few more flights of stairs.

Things like broken intestines are actually the lightest injuries now. Of course, cleaning up digestive and intestinal fluids is also a troublesome task, and we also have to find ways to avoid infection.

Lying on the operating table on the other side was Morris's father. The doctors had stopped resuscitation and covered his body with a white cloth.

"Thirty-one shots, all in the back."

"He should be the young man's father. He used his own life to exchange for the young man's chance to survive."

“This is the father!”

The doctor who was in charge of rescuing Morris's father sighed. Although he didn't know the specific situation at the time, he was able to make a simple analysis based on these injuries.

The man who was trying to kill them rushed in front of them, and then the old man threw himself on the young man, helping him to withstand most of the damage.

"I'm a little tired." A surgeon who was operating on Morris shouted, and another doctor came to take over immediately.

The doctor in charge of the entire rescue plan took a step back after treating the two gunshot wounds on Morris' left lung lobe. "You guys continue to treat the other wounds. I'll go out and talk to the patient's family."

He personally pushed the body of Morris's father out of the operating room. Lance stood up suddenly and walked to the cart, hesitant.

"It's that old man.", the doctor said, which made Lance feel relieved.

Although this guy is Morris's father, from Lance's perspective, he has never had any contact with this old man, so there is no question of whether he has any feelings for him or not.

"Morris...how's the remaining one doing?"

The doctor asked the nurse to push the cart to the morgue, where the body would be placed in a freezer until the police station or the deceased's family confirms that further confirmation is not needed and that the death of the deceased does not involve any case.

Then a funeral can be held, or the body can be cremated directly.

However, not many people are cremated. In this era, people still believe that only by being buried in the ground can they go to heaven.

After all, under the influence of a long religious civilization, people have always firmly believed that only heresy can be purified!
Yes, cremation was called a "purification ceremony" in the past. No good family would cremate their children. They would just bury them.

The doctor and Lance walked out into the hallway. "That young man is in a very bad condition as well. I don't know if it would be cruel to let him live."

Lance lit a cigarette and motioned for him to continue.

"There were three holes in his lungs. It will be difficult for him to breathe and move. He will feel short of breath if he moves at all."

"The intestines were interrupted in two places. There is a risk of infection, but there is actually nothing wrong with the wound itself."

"We removed part of his intestines and stomach. He needs to pay attention to his diet for some time."

"In addition, part of his liver was removed. The bullet rolled around in his liver and we couldn't clean it out. The right kidney was also pierced and we had to remove it."

"He was also shot multiple times in the legs, so he might walk with a slight limp from now on."

Lance couldn't help but ask, "It's all bad news, so is there any good news?"

The doctor nodded. "The good news is that he may survive. That's the best news, isn't it?"

Lance couldn't refute it for a moment, but this was indeed very, very valuable good news for Morris. However, he didn't know what to say at this time and could only be stunned for a while.

"I hope he thinks this is good news, too."

The doctor was not too optimistic. "When I say possible, I don't mean he will definitely survive. The only thing we can do is to try our best to help him achieve this goal."

"Also, the hospital equipment and technology here are too poor. My suggestion is to move to the city center. We have experienced doctors and complete safeguards..."

Lance sighed, threw away his cigarette, and reached out to shake the doctor's hand. "Anyway, thank you for coming."

He waved at Melo and said, "Tell my friend how much money you need and he will pay you."

"Also, I accept your plan to transfer him to another hospital. Please decide how to arrange it. But I have one prerequisite, which is to make sure nothing happens to him!"

Lance loosened his hand, allowing Mello to meet him, then returned to the corridor. He stomped his feet and walked outside. First a few people followed him, and then most people followed him out.

"Call Ennio and tell him about Maurice," Lance instructed.

Ennio and Maurice are best friends. They are like brothers without blood ties. After all, they grew up together and their relationship is much better than that of ordinary relatives.

If I don't tell him now, he will only blame Lance and others, so it is better to tell him early.

"I see. I'll have someone make the call right away."

Lance lit another cigarette. Actually, he would throw away the cigarette after taking only three or five puffs each time. But if he didn't light a cigarette, he would feel like something was missing in his hand.

"Collect the interest from them first." Lance exhaled smoke and looked at the dark sky.

The professor was in a very happy mood at this time. He withdrew his gaze from the dark sky outside the window and placed it on the people in the room.

This was an experience he would never have as a teacher.

Students did not respect him, and some naughty ones even played pranks on him. When he was a teacher in school, he did not feel the dignity of a teacher at all, only helplessness.

But now, it’s different. These people trust him, which makes him very satisfied. “Lance has a fatal flaw, which is that he cares too much about the friendship between brothers.”

The professor sat on the sofa, holding a wine glass and shaking it gently. Some senior cadres of the Wolf Gang and Wolf were all here. They attacked Bolton and Morris almost at the same time and achieved good results without any major losses. It can be said that this was a huge success.

This also made them admire the professor even more because this was all the professor's plan.

At this time, no matter what the professor said, they thought he was right.

"I don't know if he's pretending or if he really is like this, but anyone who cares about brotherhood can't be secretive when faced with a situation like this."

"Even if he's not radical enough, people will think that maybe..." The professor pouted and shook his head, "... they will think that he may not care about his brothers as much as people think."

"I heard that Morris is still being rescued and his life or death is unknown. He must do something."

"What do you think he will most likely do at this time?"

Wolfe scratched his head. "If I were him, I would bring people over to fight us."

The professor looked at Wolfe with admiration. Although this idiot was brainless most of the time, he was right this time.

"I just want to provoke Lance. If he wants to show his brotherhood, he will definitely come to retaliate against us."

"So I asked you to gather everyone together today and wait for them to come to me within a few days!"

"The people above have always felt that we have made no progress. What does he know?"

"If we cross zones to fight Lance, even if we pluck out both of his eyes, we still won't have the advantage."

"But on the other hand, if we let them attack us, then we will be in an advantageous position."

"As long as they enter the port area, even if we cannot eliminate them today, we can still inflict heavy losses on them and make them no longer qualified to compete with us."

"The only way left for them at that time is to escape."

"Jingang City is beautiful!" The professor took a sip from his wine glass. After he swallowed the wine, he licked his lips. "The first time I came here, I fell in love with it."

"So, no matter what, I will not leave."

"If we don't leave, then someone will have to leave!"

He looked at Wolf, "Become a wolf king, lead all the wolf cubs, and tear all the prey into pieces!"

The Wolf Gang headquarters tonight is a huge trap. They have arranged a large number of gunmen around it. As long as Lance's people come over, they will be shot to pieces!

And the professor thought, they had to come!
All that was left was to wait quietly! At this time, Lance was indeed organizing the troops and arranging for people to distribute weapons.

He couldn't take everyone away. If the Wolf Gang came to attack the headquarters, what would be lost would not only be manpower and wealth, but also face.

So some people have to stay at the headquarters just in case.

Erwin looked a little worried, "They might be waiting for us."

Lance stood outside the company's door. He nodded, "I know."

This made Erwin even more worried. He was afraid that Lance would be blinded by hatred. "Should we figure out the situation before taking action?"

Lance's eyes fell on him, "I didn't say I was going to the harbor to fight them head-on. There are still a group of Wolf Gang members in the Empire District."

Erwin finally realized, "You mean... the Wolf Gang members from Mr. Jobaf's side?"

Lance nodded, "They are also core members of the Wolf Gang. They thought they could stop me at Jobaf's place."

"And their bar..."

Hearing this, Alvin felt relieved. He found Hiram and talked to him briefly, and Hiram also felt relieved.

It was past nine forty in the evening and Mr. Jobaf was still looking at the materials. As October was getting closer, the election for municipal councillors was about to officially begin.

His chances of winning are limited, so he has to find a way to increase his support rate as quickly as possible in the last month or so.

The sudden noise downstairs made him frown. These people from the Wolf Gang were very rude.

He convinced himself that these rude people were at the bottom of society, that was just the way they were, and that it would be abnormal if they weren't rude.

But... they are so noisy!

If only someone could calm these people down?
He put down the documents in his hand, looked at the dark night sky outside the window, and recalled everything that had happened in the past. In this late night, lonely and restless time, he thought of his wife.

I thought about a lot of things, including regrets.

Regret is an emotion that everyone will have. When people go a certain distance forward, they will have more or less regrets for every choice they have made along the way.

“I should choose this.”

“I should have chosen that.”

When the fruits harvested are not sweet enough, or perhaps could be sweeter, people will feel regret, annoyance, and even remorse.

Mr. Jobaf also felt very regretful. Why did he let the mayor trick him into getting on board with just a few words and the title of "city councilor" and "upper class"?

If he...had chosen Lance's advice, burned down the warehouse, and just been a bitch instead of a dog, would things have been different?
He didn't know that once a person makes a choice, there is no way to go back on it and they can only go on with it.

It was a terrible journey. He was not only physically exhausted, but also mentally exhausted.

The tranquility of the night sky in the distance was suddenly destroyed by dense gunfire. He looked in the direction where the gunfire came from, a little dazed.

All night long, there were gunshots everywhere, either here or there, and there were even brief explosions. The city seemed to have lost all order!

Police cars were patrolling the streets like crazy, but they still couldn't stop various crimes from happening.

He suddenly felt deeply disappointed and even disgusted with the mayor and the locals.

He stood up and left the study. He wanted to rest.

If he stayed in the study a little longer, he would have noticed that a row of car lights had been parked outside his villa with the lights turned off.

At this time, in the lobby on the first floor of the villa, the members of the Wolf Gang were still chatting loudly and wantonly.

The table in the living room was filled with various meat products, and the corners were filled with wine bottles.

Working here with Mr. Jobaf is the happiest time for this group of people.

The team here is led by two senior cadres. There are more than 30 people in total, and they are divided into two teams.

One team has fewer people and is usually responsible for Mr. Jobaf's personal safety, while the other team has more people and is responsible for the security of various campaign activities.

If there were no such activities, they would just eat and drink here as their money wouldn't be charged anyway.

The two senior officials were discussing the sudden attack on the Lance family today. "In fact, it's not just us who are taking action. The Bear Gang has also taken action. Others have taken action as well. Listen to the gunshots outside. The whole city is in chaos!"

There was still a flush of excitement from the alcohol on his face, and the gang members around him were cheering, which made him want to talk more!
"Once we get rid of the Lans family, we will occupy the territory of two districts, and then we can put pressure on Priscilla."

"The gangs over there aren't that good, either in terms of strength or financial resources. We'll definitely be able to take over another district by then."

"Brothers, eleven administrative districts, taking over three regions, I'm afraid this is all the five major families have achieved when they were at their peak!"

"Times are about to change. This time, whether it's the three major families, the four major families, or the five major families, our Wolf Gang will have a place!"

"cheers!"

A large group of people were sitting or standing, holding up their wine glasses. The whole hall was filled with a strange smell, which was not stinky, but also a little stinky.

He raised the glass high and drank the wine in it. Stimulated by the alcohol, he felt unprecedented happiness and laughed out loud!

When people laugh, most of them subconsciously close their eyes or squint their eyes.

When he smiled for a while, raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the smile on his face froze in an instant.

The next second, his entire head suddenly flung back, leaving a bloody hole on his forehead, which sobered everyone up instantly!
Hiram was holding a submachine gun outside, facing inside through the glass and pulling the trigger. Not only him, but almost everyone did the same.

The bullets formed a storm in the hall that destroyed everything!

There was blood or wood chips splattered everywhere. Furniture, walls, decorations...even people were beaten into sieves!
These people can't organize any counterattack at all!

After thirty or forty seconds, the entire hall was reduced to ruins as if it had been baptized by some terrible power.

Hiram walked into the room, took out his pistol and shot the bodies on the ground one by one. He wanted to return to these people everything that Morris had experienced!
At the same time, in the bar that the Wolf Gang was still renovating, several gang members who stayed behind were also chatting.

They are used to staying up late, so even if there is nothing here, as long as there is some wine and food, they can chat and drink until late at night.

"Do you smell anything?"

someone suddenly asked.

If you drink too much, your reaction will become slow, so the others started to sniff.

At first they didn't notice any smell, but after careful identification for a while, everyone smelled a strong smell of gasoline.

"Is the car leaking oil?"

Sometimes those old cars will leak oil. After all, the various technologies in that period were not developed enough, and it is normal for the oil circuit and engine to leak oil for some reason.

Someone stood up shakily and planned to check out the situation. After all, oil leakage was very dangerous.

But before he had taken a few steps, he noticed thick smoke outside, coming into the house through the crack under the door.

He subconsciously opened the door, and thick smoke rolled in from outside in an instant, and everyone was frightened awake in an instant!
Waves of heat accompanied by smoke make people fear the world outside the house. The harm caused by thick smoke at this time is more terrible than open flames!
Although flames can burn the human body, as long as you are not stupid enough to let the fire burn you, or light it, there is always a place to hide.

But thick smoke is different. First, it makes people unable to see the way to escape, and then inhaling too much smoke can cause fainting.

Fainted at the fire scene...

The people in the room ran towards the door in panic. Their minds were completely blank and they had no idea where to run. They could only subconsciously look for a way out based on their vague memories.

Some people found the direction of the gate and rushed towards it, but the gate was locked from the outside. The flames had begun to corrode the entire house, and fire started everywhere.

They ran towards the stairs again. As long as they could reach the second or third floor and jump out, they would survive.

They no longer cared about others, and the only thing in their minds was to survive.

Someone rushed to a room on the second floor first. He vaguely saw the outline of the window. The oxygen outside the house was swept into the room by the high temperature, making there less smoke in one area.

The man sped up and ran in the flames. He leaped outside with force, flew sideways and fell heavily to the ground.

He did not show any painful expression because of the flames. Instead, his face was filled with joy of surviving the disaster. He looked back at the house engulfed in flames and even wanted to laugh out loud.

But the sound of footsteps disturbed his emotional expression.

He turned his head and saw a pair of legs walking in front of him. Then he followed the legs and looked up. He saw a pistol and a man holding the pistol.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointing at him. He raised his head and looked at the man. The flames crackled, illuminating the man's cold face and destroying all his hope of life.

"Shet!"

Ding-ding-ding-ding…

The phone in front of Lance suddenly rang, and he immediately reached out to answer it, "This is Lance."

"Mr. Lance, I have good news. Your friend Mr. Morris made it through all the surgeries."

"If there is no infection, he will wake up tomorrow..."

(End of this chapter)