Shadow Empire

Chapter 380 Plan [666+3]
Three soldiers were lurking in the dense forest. They smeared oil mud on their bodies and wiped the local herbs, but mosquitoes still kept trying to touch them.

These past few days have been really horrible. These mosquitoes are more annoying than the bullets flying everywhere on the battlefield!

One of the soldiers fanned his palms to drive away some mosquitoes around his face, and asked in a muffled voice, "Is this guy really that powerful?"

The prostrate man beside him nodded, "Don't talk."

The third person said with a smile, "I heard that he is very powerful and can earn tens of thousands of federal soles every day."

The other two couldn't help but show some shock. The guy holding the gun couldn't help but sigh, "How much supplies can this buy?"

The three of them are members of the Imperial Resistance, and they are comrades-in-arms with Mador and have a good relationship with him.

As the Emperor of the Empire regained control of the situation, the rebels' days are getting worse and worse, and now they are on the verge of collapse.

Once the rebels are completely wiped out, the royal family will certainly carry out a major purge in the country.

Through this uprising that almost overturned the royal rule, the great nobles who could decide the direction of this matter had reached a new agreement with the royal family on the distribution of interests and they had reconciled.

Then the remaining tools obviously have no need to exist.

Lack of supplies, funds, food, everything. Almost all the rebels found it difficult to survive, and most of them hid in the mountains.

They actually had a purpose for coming out this time. Madore was said to be doing well in the Federation and had brought his family over. This was no small amount of money.

They planned to use Luigi's head as a gift to see if they could find some way out from Mador.

Let them get some money or supplies back to continue fighting against the emperor's tyranny.

So this mission is very important to them and they must complete it perfectly.

The three were discussing what Madore's wonderful life in the Federation was like, when suddenly someone told them to shut up, "The target has appeared."

In a building down the hill, Luigi came to the edge of a second-floor terrace.

This is the only place where you have a chance to kill Luigi. If you go down further, you will encounter Luigi's patrol.

The labor force in the Republic of Aldera is worthless. For a few federal soles, you can hire an adult male to work for you for a month. There are no days off, and you don't even have to give them food. They will eat bananas to fill their stomachs.

For his own safety, Luigi hired a lot of people who would patrol every ten minutes or so and all carried guns.

Once discovered, none of the three dared to confirm whether they could escape alive.

Luigi had too many people and cars, but they had nothing.

So I can only wait, wait hard.

Finally, Luigi reappeared, standing at the edge of the terrace, a telephone in his hand, with a long cord connected to the telephone dock next to the lounge chair.

"Paul is dead?"

"What the hell!"

"I was counting on him to help me contact Lance to resolve our little problem. How could he die?"

He was a little furious. He didn't even dare to smuggle liquor into Jingang City. Who the hell could bear the loss of hundreds of thousands every time?
However, smuggling to other places is not very cost-effective. As the Coast Guard began to use armed ships and gunboats, the risks of smuggling began to increase, but the profits did not increase much.

He still wanted to deliver the goods to Jingang City, but now that Paul was dead, he had no chance to reconcile with Lance, so he could only find another way.

"Okay, okay, I got it, hanging up." He handed the phone to the housekeeper beside him, turned and walked to the corner of the terrace.

And this happened to be exposed to the people on the hillside.

He threw his cigar into the jungle and replaced it with a cigarette, feeling very upset.

If that doesn't work... a fierce look flashed in his eyes, then kill Lance.

As long as they are human, they will die. No one can withstand the bullets, not even the federal president.

He just didn't believe it. How could Lance, who was so powerful, withstand bullets?

The Yalan region is extremely poor, and the least valuable thing is human life.

In the Federation, it might cost two or three thousand dollars to find a killer, but in Yalan, some people are willing to kill for fifty dollars!
"You son of a bitch, if you block my path to wealth, don't blame me for getting rid of you!" He took a puff of his cigarette, put one hand on his waist, and looked towards the forest with his upper body straight.

The dense forests make him feel very comfortable, and he likes to see the small animals that occasionally appear in the forests.

It doesn't seem surprising that a gang leader likes small animals.

Just as he was looking for those beautiful big parrots, he suddenly saw a few leaves shaking suddenly, and then the next second, it was as if someone punched him.

He even wanted to raise his hand to touch his cheek, but he couldn't do it!
As he was pushed down by the huge force, he heard gunshots...

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind:

Damn it, it’s over!
Fortunately, he did not feel any pain. In just a few seconds, he completely lost consciousness and sank into eternal darkness! The three gunmen packed up and quickly ran along the escape route they had planned. In a short time, they completely disappeared into the jungle!

What awaits them will be a new beginning!
"...Yes, of course. I admire Senator Cleveland very much. Their ideas are indeed a bit excessive...Okay, I will cooperate."

Lance hung up the phone and told Tom that the AFL was planning to escalate the conflict.

With Tom's personal ability to follow the senator everywhere, even if he may have some minor flaws as a person, he will definitely not be too bad at doing things.

This is indeed the case. After Tom learned the news, he immediately reported it to Senator Cleveland, who raised his eyebrows after hearing it.

"Is that what Lance said?", he looked at Tom.

Passing on a message is a very skillful thing, because even if you learn to say it very well, it is difficult to reproduce the original words 100%.

Tom confirmed it again and again. "That's what Lance said. He said the AFL is planning to use this opportunity to promote the implementation of the rating system."

Senator Cleveland couldn't help laughing after hearing this. "They picked a good time. Damn these guys. They don't care about the serious situation we are facing now."

"But fortunately, Jingang City is on our side."

He pondered for a while, and Lance told him the news, which made Lance's importance in his heart rise to a higher level.

His job now is just to get the dock to find a middle point acceptable to both parties as soon as possible, and then stabilize the matter as soon as possible.

"Go and tell the wharf management company that someone is planning to sue them for operating a monopoly in Jingang City."

After being stared at for two or three seconds, Tom lowered his head and avoided the other person's gaze, because he already understood what Senator Cleveland wanted to convey.

“I’ll go find a few businesses we know.”

It is much better to let companies file anti-monopoly protests with the judiciary than simply hint at it.

Senator Cleveland was satisfied, "I remember the state attorney general was here too?"

"Find him something to do!"

Behind every senator is a network of interests that may involve multiple states, and each node in these interest networks has its own extensive network of contacts.

For example, the supporters behind Senator Cleveland are the consortiums in his elected state, and this consortium has certain connections with consortiums and companies in other places.

As long as these companies are engaged in import and export trade, or need some overseas resources, they will definitely have to deal with Jingang City to some extent, or simply set up a branch here.

Tom quickly found several companies, gave them some hints, and then took them to the Attorney General's door and knocked.

"Please come in!"

The Attorney General was very polite, and became even more polite when he saw it was Tom. After a brief greeting, he looked at the people behind Tom.

Tom briefly introduced him, "These are friends from Corinthia (State). They have encountered some legal problems here and don't know who to turn to."

"To be honest, I don't know much about the law. I didn't graduate from law school, so I thought of you, Attorney General."

The Attorney General had actually tasted something. He looked at these people with a smile and said, "If you have any questions, I can tell you, or I can find someone to help you."

Several people immediately started talking about some bad behaviors of Jingang Wharf Management Company, including using unfair competition means and implementing monopoly behavior.

Actually, this is a bit forced, but whether it is forced or not depends on who is forcing it.

If the person standing in front of him was a boatman or a dock worker, it would definitely be reluctant.

But the ultimate reason these people came here must be the Cleveland Senators, so they were not reluctant at all.

"I understand. Please leave your phone number and I will have someone investigate these matters."

"If it is true, I will deal with it as soon as possible and give you an explanation."

Tom felt that the state attorney general must have understood what he meant, so he stood up with a smile and said, "I'm so sorry to bother you with these matters outside of work."

"No trouble, no trouble at all, this is our job."

He himself didn't believe this, Tom certainly didn't believe it either, and the people behind him didn't believe it either!

But that's politics!
Soon they left, and the Attorney General glanced at the phones that the men had left behind that probably wouldn't work.

The state government system has more or less a relationship of interest transfer with Jingang City, so he will not really take this matter as something that needs to be taken seriously.

If he really needed to get a firm grip on the case, it would have been Senator Cleveland who called him personally.

So he thought it was a kind of pressure, and after a moment's hesitation, he dialed the number of the local prosecutor.

"Come to my room, now!"

(End of this chapter)