Shadow Empire

Chapter 392 The End of the Old and the Beginning of the New

"I won, hahaha, I won!" He laughed and threw the cards in his hand on the table. His excitement made him ignore the fact that the people around him were not looking at him, but at the back of him.

He reached out to stack the money on the table, but saw that the people at the table didn't even want the cash box, and turned around and ran away.

It was at this moment that he turned his head and looked at the roadside.

During this process, he could feel something he couldn't describe calling him, as if he had suddenly gained the power to access destiny.

He saw his destiny line, and in the next second, it was broken.

Two gunmen were sitting in the car, the muzzles of their guns pointed at him.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and his eyesight became exceptionally sharp. He could even see the appearance of the two gunmen clearly!

His brain told his body to dodge, but time was paused and his body was unable to do so.

He really wanted to curse or something, and the moment this thought came to his mind, time resumed.

The curse words were never uttered as they were drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

The sound of bullets tore through the street which had just been quiet for a short while. He fell off his chair and tried to crawl back into the deli, but he was hit by too many bullets and after a brief struggle on the ground, he became motionless.

The wheels were spinning so fast that puffs of green smoke came out from the friction on the ground. The car whizzed away in the city streets. Some of his subordinates in the delicatessen rushed out of the delicatessen with weapons in their hands, bent over, and could no longer be affected by the exhaust fumes of the car.

They looked at their leader lying in a pool of blood and didn't know what to do for a moment!
……

In a small square, a guy who looked no different from an ordinary person was holding a bag of pigeon food, and a large number of pigeons gathered around him.

He likes feeding pigeons, not because pigeons are a symbol of peace, but simply because he thinks these little things are cute and not as complicated as humans.

Every once in a while he would come here and attract the pigeons.

He came more often and apparently the pigeons were not so afraid of him anymore.

Those white feathers symbolize purity. He doesn't feel any burden getting along with these little animals. This is also a way for him to relieve his stress.

He sat on the bench and grabbed a handful of rice, corn or something like that and threw some out.

A large number of pigeons flapped their wings in front of him to compete for the pigeon food on the ground. He glanced at several of his men in the distance, thinking about the subsequent development of the gang.

Lance obviously wants to unify the port area forcefully; he is unwilling to be ruled by others.

At first, it was the Brotherhood that controlled this place, then the Wolf Gang, and now the Lance Family has come.

When will they truly stand up?
He didn't know, but he knew that he didn't actually have much choice.

Either stay and continue the fight, or leave right here.

Just as he was thinking about these things, suddenly a few people walked towards him.

His men took the initiative to block the way of these people, and said in a voice that he could vaguely hear, "If you don't want to cause trouble, you'd better take another way!"

He looked at those people. He did not have the mentality of a saint, nor did he ask them to let these people go. This was his privilege and he was fully qualified to enjoy it.

"Better not to scare my pigeons!" he muttered. If the other party scared his pigeons, he would make them pay the price.

However, the next second, the sudden sound of gunfire frightened a large number of pigeons and caused them to fly into the sky!
The flapping pigeons and their panicked feathers blocked his vision. He couldn't see what was happening and even had to use his arms to protect his head.

When the pigeons began to circle in the air, he was finally able to look towards where the gunshots came from.

His men were lying on the ground, and four gunmen were standing less than five meters away from him, with their pistols raised.

"I..." He wanted to beg for mercy, but the next second he saw the faint flames from the gun muzzles.

A surge of power penetrated into his body and he fell straight to the ground.

The last thing that remained in his eyes was the pigeons circling in the sky.

A pile of pigeon shit fell from the sky and dripped onto his face. The light in his eyes slowly disappeared, never to be seen again!

……

"Farke, Farke!"

In the alleys of a city block, a young man about twenty-four or twenty-five was running frantically!
His face was full of fear because just now, two gunmen shot at him!

He reacted and his brother helped him block a few bullets.

This should have been a similar "good story" to the one between Paul and his cousins, but if you consider that he pushed his brother, the story might not be so perfect.

Anyway, he dodged the first round of gunfire and ran into the alley.

He was very familiar with this place. He fought back while running wildly.

The alleys in the Federation were very clean. There wasn't enough debris here to prevent the people behind him from catching up with him, because anything that was worth a little money had been taken away by the homeless and sold for money.

Those worthless things, such as wood, which can be burned, were also taken away by them and turned into firewood, which was thrown into abandoned oil drums and lit to use as heating in winter.

So there's actually nothing here except garbage, shit and urine.

The people behind him were chasing him so closely that he felt his lungs were starting to burn.

He seldom does strenuous exercise since he no longer needs to run as often as he used to to avoid trouble.

This also caused a huge decline in his physical strength, so that he began to pant before he had run for long.

Run, run faster, or you will die!
There were clearly only two people behind him, but he had a feeling that if he stopped, he would die!
He wanted to curse all the idiots and homeless people who took away anything of use in the box.

He also hoped that his men could catch up as soon as possible and help him escape the fighting!

As long as he could avoid this assassination, he promised to leave the port area immediately.

He actually knew who arranged the assassination. He now felt a little regretful. Why did he oppose it in the first place?

He hated himself and Lance. Why didn't Lance send someone to talk to him privately?

The Wolf Gang, the Professor, Wolf, isn't that what they all do?

As the light at the alley entrance became brighter and brighter, a hint of a smile of escaping death appeared on his face!
As long as I can get out of the alley and cross the road, I'll be able to see him over there!
The burning pain in his lungs seemed to have improved a lot, and his tired steps became light again. The moment he rushed out of the shadows to embrace the sunshine, a car quickly hit him and sent him flying!
He lay on the ground, his body twitching continuously, blood slowly flowing out of his mouth and nose.

He is not moving at all now, only his eyeballs can move. He is still alive, but not far from death.

Two gunmen rushed out of the alley, holstered their weapons, and quickly got into the car and drove away from him.

Strong urges to vomit rose from the bottom of his heart, and the blood was getting more and more. He didn't know why. It was summer and he was bathing in the sun.

But he still felt that not only was he getting colder and colder, but everything around him was also being swallowed by darkness...

The vehicle returned to the company, and the gunmen got out and handed their weapons to the gunsmith.

Although the police in Jingang City may not dare to cause trouble for Lance now, they must always be prepared.

After handing over their guns, they went to report to Lance and described in detail how they had dealt with this guy.

Lance listened very carefully. When he heard that the other party had started vomiting blood and twitching after being knocked down, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Go to Melo to collect the compensation for this mission. You will have five days off."

"You can keep working and accumulate those vacation days, or you can go relax and have some hot girls waiting for you!"

The gunmen, including the driver, left with a smile. It was another hundred dollars in subsidies, which was why they were willing to work for Lance.

There is never any delay in payment. Once the work is completed, you can get the money immediately.

The door closed again, and Lance glanced at the list on the table. "There are still two that haven't been killed, one that hasn't been found, and one... has already escaped."

He placed the list on the corner of the table and looked at Morris who was sitting in the corner.

It was summer, but he had a thin blanket covering his legs. He would cough from time to time and show a painful expression. The lung surgery was completed and he was recovering, which might take some time.

As for how it will recover, no one knows.

"I leave this matter to you."

A grateful expression appeared on Morris's face. He didn't want to become a useless person. Being able to do something for the family within his ability was his belief and motivation to live!

"Ahem...leave it to me."

Lance nodded slightly, then looked at Erwin, "Go tell those gang members to either pack up and go home and find a class, or go to other areas and don't fucking stay in my territory."

"We don't need them here!"

"Also, tell the boys to get all the more prestigious street elders here. I have something to say to them."

"Derici will be in charge of selecting the location. We need to open at least 20 to 30 bars in the port area. Once we have chosen a location, we will open the bars directly. Everything will proceed as usual..."

Lance arranged each work and task in an orderly manner and quickly finished all the arrangements.

He then called Chief Blue and asked, "Does the Port District Police Station have a new chief candidate now?"

"Got it. Do you have something to talk to him about?" Chief Blue tried to find out. He didn't know why Lance wanted to talk to them, but it would be a good idea to ask first.

Lance's stock price has been rising recently, and many people saw him talking to people around the senator at the senator's party.

He was also seen exchanging business cards with the Secretary of State, and Congressman Williams was there with him.

Although many people think that this is because the Lans family assisted the senator in solving the problem of the port strike, although the means were a bit extreme, it was indeed solved!

Now there is no one on strike at the dock, and the blood on the ground has been cleaned up with brushes by the new refugee workers, and everything is as if nothing had happened!
Lance did a great job and didn't cause any trouble for anyone, so he was received and praised.

However, some people believe that he has followed the old path of the five major families and started to squeeze into the upper class.

Now the five major families are on the decline.

The Pasreto family was severely damaged by the "civil strife". Now Francisco can't suppress his grandfathers, uncles and aunts and can only protect himself.

The Kodak family did not participate in this series of events this time. They wanted to stay out of it, but it was obvious that their actions were a betrayal of the vested interest groups in Jingang City, so their future days will definitely not be easy.

The countdown to the demise of the Cassia family has begun. If nothing unexpected happens, after Keane and the Tita family have dealt with the Bear Gang, they will come to deal with the Cassia family.

The five major families are basically facing a reshuffle, and Lance has a slight chance to become one of the new five major families.

Some people believe that the Lance family may replace the Cassia family and become one of the new five.

But it's hard to say, because there are other gangs competing, and Lance is not without rivals.

However, among these "candidates", the overall strength of the Lance family has not suffered any major damage and is still continuing to expand.

The Lance family, which owns two regions, is basically ahead of most gangs!
Once they become one of the new five, they will naturally become more extraordinary.

So Director Blue became more and more "enthusiastic" -

Passionate and loyal!

Lance could sense Chief Blue's caution and curiosity, so he explained, "I have already taken over the two largest districts in Jingang City. Now I am qualified to re-enact some of the rules."

"Come here, let's talk."

"Okay, I'll call him over right away."

After hanging up the phone, Chief Blue drove directly to the Port Branch.

The position of the city police chief is determined by the mayor, but the position of the branch chief is decided by the city police chief. Now the position of the city police chief is temporarily vacant.

It is said that Hunter has resubmitted an application, nominating himself to become the new police chief, but it is not certain when the result will be seen.

But everyone thinks that it is very likely.

Although there is no director now, Hunter has some qualifications. They took advantage of some procedural loopholes and directly appointed the director of the branch.

The new police chief in the Port District is called Duke, a local who, like most police chiefs, has worked in the police system for many years.

Not someone who stands out, but not someone who is unknown either.

If he was truly unknown, Hunter wouldn't have chosen him.

After Chief Blue explained the situation, Duke got into his car.

As soon as Senator Cleveland's train started, Lance took action against the remaining gang leaders in the port area.

The assassination, which was as precise as a scalpel, made him somewhat nervous. After all, there were rumors that Lance had killed John.

He even dared to kill the police chief, so a branch chief like him might not be taken seriously in Lance's eyes.

The two soon arrived at Lance's office, and after a brief introduction, he and Chief Blue sat opposite Lance's desk.

Lance opened the cigarette box and signaled that they could smoke, and they both took one.

"I've always felt that some of the current rules are a little unreasonable."

After Chief Blue and Chief Duke lit their cigarettes together, they looked at each other and nodded without saying anything.

Lance continued, "For example, the gangs are collecting fees from roadside operators, and the police are also collecting fees from them. Most of a store's monthly revenue goes into someone else's pocket."

“The port area has many convenient geographical conditions and should be more prosperous than it is now.”

"But due to various reasons, such as confusing regulations, the business environment here is not satisfactory."

He put his fingers together to form a spire shape. "My idea is to formulate a unified charging standard."

"Neither we nor you directly charge fees to shops. Many people don't follow the rules. I've encountered that before."

He was talking about John, who obviously overcharged, which not only broke the rules, but also put huge operating pressure on the operator.

"We can't have this group of people come to collect the crops today and then another group come tomorrow. What we need to do is to cultivate the environment, not destroy it."

"The more prosperous the port area is, the better it is for us, both in terms of revenue and other aspects."

The two branch chiefs looked at each other again. They both wanted the other to speak. In the end, it was Branch Chief Blue who spoke. He was more familiar with Lance and could talk better.

"Lance, actually…we've talked about this. We have a lot of problems that need to be solved here. The police are underpaid and too dangerous."

"This money is an incentive for us, and also a guarantee. If something goes wrong, at least we won't have any regrets because we don't have money!"

Lance nodded in agreement. "You're right. I didn't say I won't accept it, but there must be standards. Let's set up a company to do this."

"It's not that I don't believe you, but some things do need to be taken seriously."

"There must be rules and regulations on how to collect money every month and how to divide it. It must be open and transparent."

"And let me say this: we don't profit from this."

The two thought about it for a while, and Director Duke finally spoke, "Mr. White..."

"We are friends. My friends call me Lance."

"Lance..., how much are you going to charge them?"

“How much money can we get?”

Lance leaned back, "No more, no less, that's all I can promise."

(End of this chapter)