Shadow Empire

Chapter 388 Another Countdown [666+5]
"Beno?"

Alan looked at Beno who was leaning against the van smoking and called his name several times, but he didn't respond.

He stuck his head out to take a look, only to find that he seemed to be absent-minded.

He walked over and knocked on the carriage next to him, which scared him!

"F...what?", the cigarette slipped from his hand and he focused on not letting it fall on his clothes.

Two or three seconds later, the cigarette butt emitted some sparks on the ground and was extinguished by his foot.

"What's wrong?" He turned to look at Alan, "I was thinking about something just now and didn't hear what you said."

Allen pointed behind him and said, "I'm loading the goods. Go sign the bill."

He looked at Beno and said, "If you have any worries, tell me. We are brothers. I will help you solve it!"

Alan feels that everyone is a family, especially those around him, and he is very happy when he is with them.

Whether it is working or going on a mission, this is his ideal life!

He didn't want such a life to be destroyed, especially by the people with whom he had the best relationship.

If Beno or anyone else is really an undercover agent, and they tell it now, he will go and beg Erwin.

He believed that Erwin would definitely give him this face. Although some people might think it was not worth it, he thought it was worth it.

These are his brothers!
They didn't lie to him.

Beno didn't know if he could feel it, but the emotion contained in Alan's eyes, that kind of sincerity, made him feel a little guilty.

He turned his head and looked elsewhere, "I'm fine, everything is fine, I'll go sign the bill."

He patted Alan's arm, walked around him and headed to the back.

They are packing the wine, which is to be delivered to the bar.

The signing of the order was required by Melo. He had to count how much wine they sold and how much money they received every day to ensure that no one tampered with the company's accounts.

In fact, there were still people who tampered with the information and were caught and punished, but this kind of thing cannot be stopped.

As the price of alcohol gets higher and higher, there will always be people who are not satisfied with their current honest income and try to take risks to find ways to make some money.

The last guy they caught was a bartender who added more crushed ice to each drink, thus saving two drinks per bottle.

He would put the saved income from alcohol into his own pocket.

Because there was only the bartender at the bar, and these bars were not very big, the drawer for the money was right in front of him.

People couldn't see whether he put the money into the drawer or into his pocket.

At first he only took 20 yuan, once every two or three days.

Later he found that no one noticed him doing this, so he started taking it every day, and then it increased to thirty, forty, and fifty dollars a day!

At most, I earned more than 100 yuan a day.

The bill matched, and apart from the fact that the guests felt they drank less than usual and the taste was a bit bland, they couldn't really tell much difference.

Until someone felt something was wrong with the drink, he ordered four glasses, and then quickly drained the ice in front of everyone.

People saw that about a fifth of the wine was missing from the glass and became angry.

As for alcoholics, you can scold them or even beat them, but you should not withhold their alcohol, especially when the price of alcohol is constantly rising.

He couldn't explain the reasons, and then someone said that he had been spending money lavishly in recent times.

No matter how harmonious the Lance family is, it cannot change the fact that it is a "family".

Unable to lie in front of his family, the bartender confessed what he had done, and Lance had him punished.

He was transferred out of the bar and sent out on patrol, but because of this incident, everyone's income increased by ten dollars.

Lance told them that if someone put money into his own pocket from the company's account, either that person was too greedy or they gave too little!
He didn't know if fifty yuan was too little, but he gave ten more yuan. Now everyone can get at least sixty yuan salary per month, even if they do nothing.

Just do a little bit and you can actually get a lot of money.

The bartender's income is not low, two hundred yuan a month, but compared with the "dollars" who earn at most a hundred yuan a day, his income is indeed not high.

After this incident, everyone was very careful and complied with the regulations.

Including Alan and his team, when they come to deliver the goods, they also have to sign multiple times to ensure that there are no problems in every link. Some people think they are more formal than those big companies!

They are obviously a family and a gang, but they are doing serious work, which may make many people feel a little contradictory.

Looking at Beno's leaving back, Alan shook his head. He returned to the carriage and began to move the drinks inside.

Beno walked towards the warehouse, always in a daze and distracted by Lucard's death. Lucard was dead, and the body with a smashed face was found by an old man wandering in the park, who then called the police.

When the police arrived, Lucard was lying on the ground naked with only a pair of underwear left.

His shirt, pants, belt, shoes and even socks were taken away by the homeless people nearby.

The scene was completely destroyed, but the forensic doctor still knew from his death circumstances that the man died of craniocerebral injury caused by multiple blunt force hits to the face.

It's just that his face was a little blurry from being hit, and they couldn't tell who he was for a moment - neither the police nor the forensic doctor would stare at a corpse for a long time and wonder whether they had seen this person before.

There are so many cases in Jingang City recently that they don’t have the time to manage these. Once someone reports a missing case, they can find the deceased’s information by comparing it.

As for no one reporting the case?
That’s fucking great, let’s just pretend this case never happened!
Every year, many such cases end up as records in a file bag in the corner of the archives, and after being covered in dust for a period of time, they are completely destroyed.

It’s as if those people had never come into this world!
Lucard's wife called the police after he did not return the next day.

At first they didn't think about it, but after asking everyone, no one knew where Lucar had gone, and the city government was handling a case of overtime parking.

It was proved that the car that had been parked outside the park for several days came from Lucard, and they later found Lucard's body in the cold storage.

After being identified by acquaintances, it was confirmed that the person lying inside was him.

Lucard is dead, and there is no doubt that it was a vendetta, but at this critical moment, Dell did not dare to publicize it.

The senator was in the city and they spoke on the phone.

If he said at this time that his men were killed due to revenge, it would seem that... he actually has no ability!
For the gentlemen in Congress, you can be greedy, lustful, and have many shortcomings, but there is one thing you must have, and that is ability!
So Lucar's death was miraculously classified as "robbery and murder" in the end, and the reason and evidence was that all his belongings were gone.

Then the police station caught a few homeless people and threw them into jail, and the matter ended there.

But Beno knew that Lucard's death was not that simple.

He couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or heavy-hearted.

Without Lucard, no one would know that he was an undercover agent, but he was not sure whether Lucard had left any documents or something, and he was very conflicted.

He walked into the warehouse, took the writing board from the "administrator", and at the other party's request, filled in the quantity of the drinks, his own name, and a confirmation signature to indicate which bar the drinks would be sent to.

"Hasn't this bar been closed down?" he asked casually, looking at the address and the name of the bar.

The administrator shrugged. "Who knows?"

“Maybe it’s open again!”

“Maybe they also think it’s impossible for us to reopen at an old site that has been closed down?”

He checked the signatures, checked a few boxes himself, and then said, "Okay, you've got it!"

"Remember to close the iron door when you leave!"

Beno bumped fists with him and turned away. Everything was normal and calm, and there was nothing wrong.

He went back outside and Alan had already loaded everything into the car.

He recently learned to drive. In the past, Beno always drove. He smiled and said that if Beno was not around one day, he would have to drive himself.

Learning to drive is easy for them because there are a lot of cars in the family and they can learn it quickly as long as they want to.

"Did you encounter any problems?" Alan looked at him. "If there are any problems, please tell me and we can solve them together!"

Beno shook his head and smiled, "What's the problem?"

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Alan could only suppress these thoughts temporarily. The car started slowly and soon disappeared into the city.

What Beno didn't know was that the delivery note he signed was soon delivered to Lance's office.

"This is the last one!" Lance put a dozen documents of various types together and handed them to the professor of handwriting.

The professor of handwriting science smiled and put away the documents. "Don't worry, Mr. Lance. I will be able to find out who wrote the note in five days at most!"

There were several notes, most of which were written by Lucard himself, but the handwriting on one note was obviously different from Lucard's!
All the characteristics told him that this person was not Lucard.

Then naturally, Lance found a way to make everyone leave their handwriting in a reasonable way without them noticing.

Lance opened the drawer, took out another thousand dollars, and handed it over, "Please work hard during this period of time. This result is very important to me!"

The professor's face lit up when he looked at the thousand dollars!

"No problem, Mr. Lance, I promise that except for eating and sleeping, I will use the rest of my time to promote it!"

"Maybe we are lucky and the first picture is this person?"

Lance also smiled and said, "I hope so!"

(End of this chapter)