Shadow Empire

Chapter 389 It's not mine, I don't want to lock the target
In the morning, Madore came back from the dock with some people, and Lance received them in the open space behind the office.

And went to the office with two of them.

"These are my former comrades. They killed Luigi."

He handed Lance some photos, including a newspaper.

For a small country like the Republic of Aldera, the death of a foreigner is definitely not a big deal.

There are always people in this world who don't believe in evil. You tell them that a place is very dangerous and they should never travel there, but some people just insist on traveling there to see whether it is dangerous or not.

Yalan is included in the "tourist danger list" in many wealthy countries because it is too poor.

During this period, it was very troublesome to withdraw money from the same bank across regions, let alone across countries and banks, so most people would carry their money with them.

For tourists from wealthy countries, this amount of money may be just a small amount, but for people in Asia, it is a huge sum of money!
They feel it is worth taking the risk for a large sum of money, even money that can make them financially free.

Every year, many tourists disappear in Yalan. The local government is helpless in dealing with the issue and can only say “don’t fucking go to dangerous places”. It’s no longer a question of whether to stay or not; the only thing to do is to not go at all.

They won't report whether these foreigners were killed after being robbed, or killed after being assaulted. They won't report it. Who the hell would take the initiative to report this?

But Luigi is different. He is a well-known foreign businessman in the Republic of Aldera, and his death will definitely cause some changes in the local area.

Newspapers reported his death, and some reporters took close-up photos of his death.

Half of his face was blown off and his cerebellum was pierced. This was the real cause of his death.

Lance looked at the photo for a few seconds, then curled his lips and threw it into the trash can, along with the newspaper.

"It's terrible about the security in Aldera. Fortunately, the Federation is safe." He curled his lips, felt sorry for his experience, and then smiled.

"What are your names?"

Mador introduced, "The one on the left is Abel, a former second lieutenant in the Second Army of the Imperial Army."

"The one on the right is..."

The guy who looked taller took a step forward, "Griggs, also a soldier from the Second Army, Lieutenant."

Lance raised an eyebrow and glanced at Madore.

The latter explained, "In fact, many of us came from the Imperial Army."

The rebels want to quickly build up combat effectiveness, but it is impossible to do so by relying solely on farmers who have just put down their hoes!

This is not ancient times, where you can't just find some farmers and give them spears and call it military force.

This is a more developed world, with rifles, artillery, and even some simple mechanized troops. Untrained farmers can't even shoot a gun. How do you let them fight against regular troops?

Are you going to fucking defeat the regular army?

This is unrealistic!

Untrained farmers will never be a match for regular troops. If someone tells you that a group of farmers who have just received their weapons and don’t know how to bolt, can beat professional soldiers into a state of collapse, then they are definitely lying!
In fact, in the early days of the various uprisings, many of them were supported by nobles behind the scenes. They provided money, supplies, officers and troops.

Then, during the battle, the army was told to let go, and there was a phenomenon where three to five hundred rebels chased thousands of imperial soldiers.

It is precisely because of this that the situation in the empire will collapse quickly.

It’s not that these rebels are so powerful, but that the nobles are so powerful!
Now the division of interests between His Majesty the Emperor and the great nobles seems to have been sorted out, and some people are beginning to be liquidated.

Those nobles who were served at the table became sacrifices to end this farce. Now everyone's interests have been met, so the peasant uprising is over.

Madore, Abel, Griggs, and the soldiers outside, along with their former "masters", have all become victims of interests. Their masters have been served on the table, and their fate is obvious.

They will be executed as "rebels", and their families and clans will also be implicated.

For middle and lower level managers, they don’t care whether these people really rebel or not, nor do they care what the reasons for their rebellion are; they only care about pleasing the higher-ups.

In other words, if nothing changes, they are dead!
"Politics is always dirty. I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you!" Lance nodded slightly. "I don't care what happened to you in the past. Now that you work for me, I will arrange to bring your families over."

"Mador can do this. You have a lot of experience."

Madore nodded and said, "Yes, our family members have been taken here."

The two men had very calm faces, not at all as if they had just heard such a good news.

You know, when Mador and the others heard that they could bring their families over, everyone showed an ecstatic look!

No one knows how the situation in the empire will develop, nor does anyone know whether the executioner's axe will be directed at their families. Only by bringing them to the Federation can they be truly safe.

Griggs bowed slightly, "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Lance."

He glanced at Madore, who was briefly stunned, then became a little serious. He didn't even have time to stop him, Griggs said, "Mr. Lance, I want to discuss business with you..."

"Shut up!"

Mador glared at him, "You shouldn't say that!"

Griggs didn't look at him, but looked at Lance with shining eyes. Lance was a little confused about what they were doing, and he was silent for a while.

"I trust Mador very much. He protected me in times of crisis. If he thinks your behavior is inappropriate, I will give you some money. You can try your luck here, or I can arrange for someone to send you back to the empire."

This sentence forced Griggs to look at Madore. Madore glared at him, but he was not afraid at all. "This is what the major general meant."

As soon as the word "Major General" came out, Madore's expression relaxed a little, and Lance became more interested in learning these stories.

He glanced at his watch. "We still have plenty of time. Would you like to share these stories with me?"

“Just pure sharing!”

Madore sat back down. He knew where to start. Griggs said directly, "Let me do it."

Lance nodded slightly, "Please go ahead."

"We are all soldiers of the general. The general has been secretly captured and executed. They risked their lives to protect the major general and helped him escape. Now we have gathered around the major general and are fighting for him again."

"We, including Mador, have all received the favor of the Major General. If it weren't for him, Mr. Lance, you know the situation in the empire. Many people would have died!"

"He did not abandon us in times of crisis, and we cannot abandon him now. We did come here with a purpose and a mission."

"Major General wants to overthrow the corrupt rule of the royal family. We will all fight for this great and sacred goal, even if it means our lives are shattered to pieces!"

"But we are now short of money, supplies, and everything."

"We can work for you, Mr. Lance. We are the best executors. We are professionally trained soldiers. I will be a sharp spear!"

"We will pierce all the shields and enemies behind them that stand in your way, and all you have to do is support our just cause!"

Lance frowned as he listened. "You are the sharpest spears in other people's hands, not mine. This makes me very worried that the spears will be turned against me one day."

"Because I have something your master wants. When our interests and wills are not consistent, whose side will you stand on?"

He shook his head and glanced at Mador. "Get some money from Mero, take your friends around, and arrange them according to their own wishes."

"Stay or go back."

"Mr. Lance!" Griggs raised his voice and stood up.

Abel also stood up. Hiram, who had been sitting in the corner with little presence, took out his weapon and looked at them.

If they move again, we will kill them all!

He didn't care whose master these soldiers belonged to, nor did he care what happened to their master. Lance sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and he spread his hands, "This is the Federation, it's my territory, I have the final say!"

Mador also stood up and looked at them with a very unhappy expression, "Get out, you disappoint me!"

Griggs and Abel looked at each other, apologized somewhat frustratedly, and turned away.

Lance glanced at Hiram, who followed him out.

He asked someone to keep an eye on this group of people and send them to the police station if necessary.

Although Lance is willing to integrate and unite the people of the Empire, he will not accept these forces that obviously do not belong to him.

As soon as he walked out of the house, Madore began to complain, "I thought you were really going to surrender to me."

Griggs glanced at him sideways. "Learn to be a deserter from you?"

This sentence left Madore speechless. From a practical point of view, he was indeed a deserter.

"I'm going to make a phone call." Griggs walked out of the company gate and went to the telephone booth at the door. He wanted to contact the major general's people.

In fact, it is not just them who came to the Federation, there are also some other people, they all came to seek various kinds of help.

The royal family and the great nobles have already reached an agreement on the distribution of interests. What follows is a frantic campaign to encircle and suppress the rebels, especially those like the major general who should have been executed but survived.

He has enough connections in the empire. Once he is given an opportunity to make it big, it is hard to say whether those nobles will come up with other ideas and thoughts.

When some people gain huge benefits, others pay a heavy price.

The winner hopes that the current situation will continue forever, while the loser hopes for another reshuffle.

The call was quickly connected, and Griggs talked to the person on the other end about what had just happened.

Outside the phone booth, Madore looked at Abel and said, "You shouldn't do this. It will make me very embarrassed."

Abel gave an apologetic smile, "Actually... a lot of things happened after you left."

"They surrounded our hometown, arrested our family members with a list, and forced us to surrender."

When he said this, Madore already knew what would happen next, and the words "Oh my God" came out of his mouth.

"Yeah, you know, all dead."

Abel rubbed his face and said, "What keeps us alive now is the power of hatred, so you and your Mr. Lance don't need to worry about what we will do."

"At least until our revenge is complete, we won't do anything. We will become the quietest and most useful tools."

"We will fight for whoever can bring us hope of revenge!"

Madore felt a little scared, but fortunately his family had been brought to the Federation by him. He couldn't imagine that if he had met Lance later, his family might have also been killed!
He walked over and gave Abel a hug, "Everything will be fine."

As he was talking, Griggs came out of the phone booth and said, "Martin will come over. We will stay here for two days. Please help us make the arrangements."

Madore rolled his eyes, but finally agreed.

Martin is the general's cousin and the family's chief steward. He was sent to the Federation by the major general to get some help.

Mador sighed, "You should have told me in advance."

Griggs seemed very unabashed, "And then we send back the money he gave me?"

"I don't like to lie, Madore. What is is what it is. If he can accept it, then we will work hard for him."

"If he can't accept it, then we'll go find someone who's willing to make a deal with us, that's it!"

Considering that the other party's entire family was dead, it was difficult for Madore to argue with these old friends. He just nodded and said, "Okay, you guys take a break for the next two days and see if Martin can convince the boss."

"Boss?", Griggs asked.

"Boss!" Mador said with a stronger tone, "He gave us the life we ​​have now and brought our family here. I work hard for him, that's it."

"What about the general?" Griggs asked again.

Abel stood between the two of them and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this. I haven't been to the Federation yet, so I'm just here to look around. They all say the water here is sweet!"

Madore glanced at Griggs, a man completely dominated by hatred, and he was too lazy to continue talking to this former friend.

He looked at Abel, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, wanting to laugh, but holding it back.

“The water is indeed sweet, but it is not necessarily safe.”

Abel scratched his head, "What do you mean?"

Then Madore began to explain what all this meant. In fact, when he first arrived, he also liked to drink the water from the tap. It was sweet, just like sugar was added to it!
But when he heard Lance say that the water contained excessive amounts of heavy metals and drinking too much would cause poisoning, he had an expression like "What the hell did I hear?"

He even asked Lance, isn't the federal government afraid of people dying by doing this?

In fact, they are not really afraid of someone being poisoned to death!

Because this requires a very long process. Even if someone is poisoned to death, the family of the deceased must prove that their death is related to the water supply system, and they must also find a way to win the lawsuit in order to obtain compensation from the federal government and the water supply company.

The effort and expense they would need to expend may far exceed what they can obtain, so the federal government and water supply companies are not worried at all.

Replacing the entire water network is a huge project, and they simply can't come up with so much extra budget!
Standing on the second floor, Lance watched Madore and his men leave, and he withdrew his gaze from behind the blinds.

There were quite a few people sitting in the office. Lance returned to his chair and sat down. "Keep an eye on them. If they cause us trouble, just kill them."

He paused and said, "Is there anyone causing trouble at the dock today?"

Erwin, who is now in charge of this matter, shook his head and said, "No, many workers have signed the "Waiver of Rights" and then walked away with their last pay."

Lance showed some disdain, "They once had better choices, but greed ruined them!"

He paused and said, "The firm is still hiring, and we are also hiring people. When the senator is almost gone, we will clean up those little pieces of garbage."

He looked at Morris who was sitting in a wheelchair in the corner, "Are you feeling better?"

Morris didn't look very well. In fact, he had not fully recovered, but he just couldn't sit still.

"It's a little better now. At least it doesn't hurt as much."

Lance thought for a moment, "You continue to take over your people, and I will also allocate another sum of money to you to continue to expand. I want you to monitor the five major families."

This sentence was beyond everyone's expectations, but it was immediately followed by a look of ecstasy!

"Should we...take action against the five major families?"

Lance nodded. "First, the Cassia family, then the Kodak family. If Councilman Williams wants to become the mayor, he needs to offer more benefits."

"It's unrealistic for us to give up all the profits from the liquor business, but the only places where Jingang City can take out so much profit are the dock business and the Kodak family's casino business, in addition to the liquor business."

"The people in the Bay Area are too clinging together. We are not very active right now. We still lack some foundation and strength."

"But the Kodak family has no problem. This is the price they pay for making the wrong bet!"

After hearing this, people were eager to try. "Great! I'm tired of hearing people always mention the five major families. If you ask me, there is only one family in Jingang City, and that is our Lance family!"

Lance couldn't help laughing after hearing this. "Very good, very motivated. Then we will work hard towards this goal!"

He glanced at his watch again. I have to attend a party tonight. If you have nothing else to do, just do whatever you need to do…

(End of this chapter)