Shadow Empire

Chapter 360 Who is the Leaker and the New Work Uniform?

"Fake!"

"Fake!!"

"Fight back and teach them a lesson!"

His men got out of the car, hid behind it and started shooting into the warehouse.

The fierce gunfire tore through the silent night sky in an instant. The sky and the whole world seemed to be filled with gunfire and the echoes of gunfire!
In fact, it was still not too late to leave now, but Alberto and the others were stunned by the ambush. They did not realize that since his intentions had been discovered, they should not stay.

Soon, people on the roof of the warehouse began to fire at the people below, and the flames were very conspicuous in the night.

The sound of bullets raised up clouds of sand on the ground. Several people were unable to dodge and were hit and fell to the ground.

Alberto's eyes were about to pop out of his head. "Light bulb, big light bulb!"

He shouted loudly and fired back at the top of the warehouse.

The bullet created sparks on the iron shed and did have some effect.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, those holding submachine guns began to focus their fire on the few light bulbs. Soon the light bulbs were broken in the shooting, and the entire warehouse fell into darkness again.

Fordis ran back from a nearby car, panting. His face looked a little serious, but unfortunately Alberto couldn't see it.

"Howard needs to go to the hospital. Little Howard is dead. Two more are dead. Several others are injured."

The ambush was so sudden, so sudden that Alberto hadn't even considered this situation!
He did think that there would be people guarding the warehouse, but he never expected that after they dealt with the guards outside the warehouse, there were still a bunch of people inside the warehouse waiting for them to arrive!
This is the trap!
His mind was in a mess, but he had to force himself to think seriously. His eyes rolled around in the dark, and it was obvious that he had no good ideas.

Fordis trusted him very much and never urged him, but just waited quietly for his orders.

Perhaps it was the gunshots around him that finally woke him up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat first!"

Fordyce nodded, turned around and started to notify others, but soon he ran back.

"Howard isn't going to leave."

Alberto looked at him, as if asking him the reason.

"He's seriously injured and may not be able to leave. He also wants to avenge Howard Jr. He said... he's going to destroy this warehouse."

When Fordyce said this, Alberto knew what Howard was thinking, but it was difficult for him to stop him because he wanted to avenge little Howard.

Even though the two brothers often bicker and argue, sometimes fight and even punch each other, their relationship is much better than people imagine and see!

Little Howard is dead. For Howard, this is something he cannot accept. The only thing he can do now is to avenge his brother!

Alberto made a quick decision, "Help him get it done..."

The people in the warehouse began to try to come out and surround them, they didn't have much time!

He grabbed Fordis's clothes again and pulled hard, "Tell him that I will avenge him, his brother, and everyone else!"

Fordis nodded vigorously, and the two looked at each other in the dim light for two or three seconds. Alberto let go of his hand, raised the pistol and pulled the trigger in the direction of the warehouse door.

After only three or four shots, he felt the car door being hit by bullets.

There were crackling sounds, but this also helped to prevent them from coming out.

There are bullets everywhere, and there are da da da everywhere!

Fordis bent over and ran to another car. Howard leaned over the driver's seat, holding his lower abdomen. He tilted his head and looked at Fordis. Fordis nodded, "He agreed."

"He said he would avenge all of you!"

Howard touched the wound and could feel his own hot blood. "I can't hold on for much longer..." His spleen might be ruptured. Even if they left immediately, he might not be able to make it to the hospital.

Fordyce's eyes were red. He placed the bomb on the rear driver's seat and asked, "How much time should I give you?"

Howard took two breaths, "Fifteen seconds!"

Relying on his experience, Fordyce used a knife to cut off a large part of the fuse, then looked at him and said, "I'm going to light it."

Howard started the engine again and shouted through gritted teeth, "Light it up!"

He had to muster up some strength and use it to support him in his quest to avenge his brother!
Fordyce lit the fuse and slammed the door. Howard suddenly raised his head, grabbed the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and stepped on the accelerator to the limit!
The tire suddenly made a hissing sound and crashed into the warehouse!

"Fuck all of you!" He roared ferociously with a flushed face. At this moment, his momentum alone even suppressed the gunmen who were rushing out of the warehouse!

In an instant, the enemy's firepower was attracted to him, and the others took the opportunity to start the car and escape.

The bullet shattered the windshield, and Howard felt something punch him in the face. His entire face became numb, and he also felt as if his body was being poked and pushed backwards by something.

In a trance, he thought of many things, but his body swayed uncontrollably back and forth and then pressed heavily on the steering wheel.

"Beep..." The car horn sounded long and loud, as if sending a warrior to heaven!
Is this, death?

On his deathbed, he sighed and lamented, without much fear, only a sense of pleasure, because he had avenged his brother!
But until his death, he never let go of the accelerator, and his hands gripping the steering wheel never wavered!
The car rushed into the warehouse and stopped after hitting the simple sandbags they had set up, with its raised power wheels still turning.

The two gunmen walked over with weapons in hand, opened the car door, and saw the fuse and the big firecracker left on the back seat, which was less than a centimeter long.

The gunman's face suddenly turned pale.

Oh my god!

The huge explosion sounded, accompanied by the sound of sand and gravel blown up by the shock wave falling from the sky and landing on the roof of the car, announcing the astonishing power of the explosion!
But none of those who escaped were happy, because just now they said goodbye to their brothers who they had been living with day and night for many years, forever.

Even... they may not be able to get back the bodies of some of them.

Alberto punched his leg hard. His leg hurt, but his heart hurt even more!
"We've been betrayed!" There was a fishy-sweet taste between his clenched teeth. His gums began to bleed as they could not withstand the tremendous pressure, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

Fordis didn't say anything, but drove the car with full concentration. The tattered convoy sped along the city roads!

"Go to the manor, I'm going to ask Paul for an explanation!"

Alberto is not a "stingy" person, he can accept death, even his own death, which he owes to Paul.

If God thought it was a good time for Him to give everything back to Paul, He would accept that outcome.

But he would not accept the death of his brothers due to betrayal and selling out. He would not accept this!
He had to talk to Paul and find out what the problem was.

The convoy quickly returned to the manor. Although he was hit by his own car, overall, he was not seriously injured.

With the help of Fordis, he could still walk very fast.

Paul was awake. When he saw Alberto, he smiled. "Was the explosion just now your work?"

Alberto pushed Fordis away and walked to Paul's desk. He put his hands hard on the table, leaned forward, showing an extreme attacking posture!
"We've been betrayed!"

"That's a fucking trap!"

Paul stared at him with eyes wide open in disbelief, "Do you suspect that I leaked the information?"

Alberto shook his head. “I never doubted you, but someone must have leaked the news. You have to find that person and make him pay for our dead brothers!”

He clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the table, "The price of blood!"

The glass window suddenly shook again, and then an explosion was heard. Paul looked out the window, and then his eyes fell on Alberto and met his gaze.

"If someone really leaked the news, I will give you an explanation, and I will give everyone an explanation!"

"Whoever that person is!"

"Now, take your people to bandage their wounds and go to the hospital. You also need to rest!"

"I don't want you to come back after working so hard, only to not see tomorrow's sun because of too much bleeding!" Alberto cursed a few more times. Although he was not scolding Paul, Paul's face turned red. He felt that Alberto was scolding him.

This also filled his heart with hatred. He would find out the person who betrayed the family's interests and kill him!
No one came back for a long time after the explosion, and Paul was getting restless.

He glanced at the time and it was almost one o'clock.

According to the plan, all the bombs were to be detonated at twelve o'clock at the latest, but so far only two have exploded, and there has been no news of anyone except Alberto.

He had a bad feeling that these people were doomed!

Just as Alberto said, someone betrayed their information, so the Cassia family made preparations in advance.

Alberto's goal was relatively easier, and Paul gave him this goal because he was not a core member.

Other targets are much more complicated and more difficult to handle. Perhaps this is why there has been no news from them and they have not returned yet.

He slumped in the chair with a blank mind. If he lost in a real fight, he would admit defeat with a sincere heart.

But someone betrayed him and his family!
He picked up the phone and called Mueller over.

Mueller also realized the dire situation. Two of the six bombs had exploded, and there was no doubt that the other four had met with accidents.

“Who’s there when we have the meeting?”

Mueller recalled the scene at that time and began to name every person involved in detail.

No matter how big the family, company or factory is, a single organization will always be pyramid-shaped.

In other words, the higher you go, the fewer people there are.

Even for the five major families, the number of senior cadres would not exceed twenty.

There were only fourteen senior officials in the Pasreto family. Two of them died in the explosion, leaving only twelve. Now five more are missing, which means that there are still seven people who may be suspects.

"Where did they go after the meeting?"

Mueller shook his head. "I don't know. We need to inquire carefully. But... Paul, if we ask openly, it might alarm them."

"I have an idea."

Paul looked at him and asked, "What's the idea?"

"Have you ever heard the story of 'Who Stole the Pie'?"

This story is a local fable-inspired story in Sumuli, which tells the story of a mother who made several pies, but one was missing.

None of her children admitted that they had stolen the food, so she came up with an idea.

She painted the pies different colors and told the children that certain colors of pie were the ones they wanted to eat and others were not.

Then she took a pie and broke it open in front of the children, revealing the filling that the children didn't like.

The next day, she caught the one who was eating secretly.

This is actually a short story that inspires young children to think, because the real situation may not be that simple, but now, perhaps they can use it.

Paul had also heard this story, and he was silent for a moment, "Call the men alone."

Mueller nodded and started calling for help.

Paul gave each of them a mission and told them not to tell anyone.

After doing all this, he felt an indescribable discomfort all over his body.

In fact, he still doesn't want to believe that there is a traitor in the family, but the facts are there.

"I hope everything is not that bad." He looked at Muller, looking very tired.

Mueller could only comfort him, "Everything will be fine."

No one knows whether everything will be fine.

In the morning, Lance didn't sleep well at night, so Reid came over early in the morning and brought some breakfast for everyone.

Lance didn't fall asleep until two or three in the morning. I have to say that this is the good thing about being young. No matter how late you stay up or how early you get up, you can always recover quickly.

He didn't even feel any discomfort!
It’s not like when people get older, if they stay up late and don’t get enough sleep, they will feel uncomfortable all over.

Staying up all night is even more of a forbidden zone. It usually takes one to two weeks to recover from staying up all night.

He rubbed his face, looked at the breakfast on the table, picked up a hot dog and started to eat it, "Actually, you can sleep a little longer!"

While eating a hot dog, he joked, "I am not a capitalist. I hope you can work without sleeping every day, so that you can sleep more and I can sleep more too."

Ryder scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't think of that. I'm used to getting up early!"

"So you can't be a capitalist!" Lance joked, "Are all the things ready?"

Ryder nodded, "It's all done, right outside."

This allowed Lance to eat the whole hot dog in no time. It must be said that the hot dogs at this time were really affordable, with big sausages and lots of meat.

He took a sip of coffee and walked out of the house with Reid to the open space.

There were several trucks filled with packaged new work uniforms. These new uniforms were slightly different from the old ones because they had a badge on the chest that looked cleverly designed.

An anchor with a rope hanging from it and a wrench crossed together represent the image of a dock worker.

Lance took one down and pulled it hard, finding it to be of very good quality.

After throwing his clothes to Ryder, he jumped into one of the cars, "What are you waiting for, drive?"

At this time, a large number of dock workers who were on strike and marching had gathered outside the dock, but they looked a little messy at this time, standing together in groups of three or five, and without any uniform clothing.

On the contrary, those "temporary workers" on the dock looked more like the main force. They all wore uniform clothes and maintained a certain degree of unity, as if they had some kind of action program.

In this strike, they are also the most watched group. Today, more reporters have appeared at the dock, and more cameras have been given to these people in blue work uniforms.

Although everyone was on strike, ordinary workers still felt some emotions that they didn't know how to express.

It's as speechless as if you provided good service to a customer, but the customer gave the tip to the wrong person without even looking up.

At the same time, it also gave rise to some other ideas in them, they also wanted to have uniform clothing.

In addition to the striking people, there are also many capitalists or capital representatives in Jingang City. They are not local people of Jingang City, but they appear here because they need Jingang Wharf.

For example, branch managers, warehouse managers, or owners of large and small factories, they all rely on the convenience of the dock to get job opportunities.

If there was anyone who was genuinely nervous about the dockworkers' strike, they were number one.

Many people were trying to persuade the workers to return to their jobs. Some of them even offered them daily wages of two or three yuan, hoping that they could load their goods onto or unload them from the ship.

There were also many captains and first mates watching the fun.

They are not in a hurry because the mooring fee will definitely be paid by the owner of the ship, and their income will not change whether the ship leaves or not.

Being able to stay longer in a bustling port also makes it easier for them to relax here.

Although it may be only a few milliliters or a dozen milliliters each time, after all, the less, the easier it is, isn't it?
But the chips offered by those people could never convince the striking people. What they wanted was not two or three dollars a day, but a steadily increasing monthly income!
At this moment, several trucks suddenly drove over, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

The workers who were on strike also gathered around spontaneously because they saw Lance.

(End of this chapter)