Shadow Empire

Chapter 466 Failed Kidnapping
Sixty minutes ago, in a roadside telephone booth, a middle-aged man in a windbreaker stood inside, holding a burning cigarette.

He kept nodding into the phone, looking like he had eaten shit.

"...I don't care what you do, I just want to see this son of a bitch named Lance White in the newspaper, you know what I mean?"

"He's lying on the ground or something with a hole in his head and that's all I want!"

"I don't care what you do!"

The director hung up the phone directly because the gunmen told him that it would be difficult to find a suitable opportunity to attack Lance in a short period of time.

Whenever Lance went in or out, there were always three or four cars, four or five cars, and a large group of people following him.

The place where he lived was heavily guarded, and he had no fixed habits or routes for traveling. When he arrived at the place, his bodyguards would clear the area first, and then he would get out of the car...

It is basically difficult to intercept and kill him on the road unless they bring more people.

This is only possible with twenty to thirty people, or even more.

It would be impossible without fewer people.

But the director who contacted them didn't want to listen to their explanation and now just wanted a result!
The specialist and his team have been completely “written off”. Not only has the group company lost face, but they also have to face huge compensation!

President, Chairman, now they just want to vent their anger!
If we can kill Lance, even if we have to pay them a large sum of money as compensation, that would be acceptable!

The purpose of the company is very simple, which is to use such things to tell others that if you want to get money from the company through blackmail or something like that, it’s no problem.

As long as you are ready to die, then come!

This is a matter of attitude.

But when a wild dog bares its teeth at you and you do not fight back firmly, more wild dogs will try to challenge your authority and test your majesty!
This is not a question of money, it is a question of stance and attitude!

Looking at the hung phone in his hand, the man in the windbreaker kicked the base of the phone booth. He cursed, then walked out of the phone booth and got into a car on the side of the road.

"They asked us to act as soon as possible." He pinched the cigarette and took a long puff, his irritable emotions constantly surging.

The people around him couldn't help but complain, "The success rate is too low now, unless we can find more people or a sharpshooter."

"But we can't mobilize so many people here in a short time, and we can't find any sharpshooters here."

Hit the target with one shot from hundreds of meters away?
It sounds reliable, but people who have never tried it simply cannot understand how difficult it is!
In this era where the accuracy of firearms is not so accurate and issues such as wind speed, curves, distance, etc. must also be taken into consideration, snipers who can snipe a human-sized target from hundreds of meters away only exist in the military and are extremely rare!
Eventually, they still have to get closer to their goal.

But if you approach the target without some "additional items", then there is only one possibility - death.

"We have to think of a solution. If nothing works, we can just go back and tell the boss that we can't do this order."

After the people in the car thought for a while, someone suggested, "We can use explosives."

Everyone else's eyes were focused on him, and he continued, "Anyway, all they want is Lance, not that they want us to kill him in a certain way."

"We kidnap a character who is very important to Lance, and then have him come in person to rescue people."

"Deploy some explosives, and if he comes, send him to heaven!" He made an explosion gesture with his hand. After hearing this, others actually thought that this plan was feasible!

“No need to aim, no need for many people, just one bait, and then wait for him to come!”

This is indeed a good method, but there are also some problems.

Someone asked, "Who should we kidnap?"

"His sister?"

The person who made this suggestion waved his hand, "No, Lance is from the Empire, but his sister is from the Federation. Don't you know that they have a way to make foreigners become Federation citizens recently?"

"Maybe he would like that so-called sister to die more than we do, so that no one can expose his identity."

"Who do we kidnap then?"

"His girlfriend, or his best friend?"

Lance's "friends" are basically gang members, and they are all very fierce gang members. They can attack these characters to provoke Lance, but it is not very likely to kidnap these people and lure Lance away.

They also observed Patricia, but Patricia was now in the villa, and there was a security team of more than a dozen people outside the villa to provide protection.

There are only a few of them. Not to mention that there is no chance at all, even if there is a little chance, it will cost a heavy price.

The person who finally asked the question gave a role he thought was suitable -

"William, William Lawrence, the father of Lance's girlfriend and also his partner."

"He has just become a city councillor and now travels around every day, and his itinerary can be checked."

"He is Lance's important partner and his girlfriend's father. Lance will definitely come!"

The man in the cab asked, "What if he doesn't come?"

"It's unlikely that you would step into it knowing it was a trap. He will most likely send his men to rescue people."

The person who came up with this idea could only shrug and say, "Then let's just detonate the bomb and leave here, and let the Boss negotiate with those big shots."

After thinking about it for a while, several people agreed with his idea.

It is not difficult to know what William does in a day. His daily schedule is almost transparent now. Just call his office.

Soon, they learned that William was still in the office and was about to leave, so they drove to William's office and waited for him to come out.

After lunch, they saw William get into the car as expected, and then followed closely behind.

The car William was riding in was going very fast, so they had to speed up as well, otherwise they might miss a traffic light!
"I've looked at the map. As they go down this street, there will be fewer and fewer people. When there are fewer people on the street, we can take action."

Just as they were discussing when to take action, William in the back seat of the car in front suddenly turned around and looked at them through the rear window.

It was at this moment that they knew they had been discovered!

"Fuck, hit it!"

Several people grabbed the deputy, and the man in the windbreaker on the passenger side asked the driver to hit it and try to stop the car.

The simplest way is to suddenly turn the steering wheel when the front of your car is one-third to one-half the speed of the other car.

This will force the other car to lose control, and at such a high speed, it will definitely hit the roadside.

When the time comes, they will grab William out of the car, take him away, and the matter will be resolved.

Of course, they did just that. The driver stepped on the accelerator to the limit, vaguely realizing that there would be an opportunity to stop the car soon. He looked towards the back seat of the car with a slightly twisted smile of anticipation on his face.

The terrified expression he wanted to see did not appear in his eyes. Instead, he only saw a man holding a gun in his hand.

"Fake!"

"They have guns!"

The front of the car that was supposed to hit the other car suddenly avoided the target after the driver slammed on the brakes.

The moment the gunshots rang out, the kidnapping case turned into a vehicle chase and shootout.

The man in the windbreaker in the passenger seat kept cursing. He took out his weapon and fired at the car on the opposite side. "Hit their tires, hit their tires!"

The two men fired perhaps a dozen or twenty shots and finally hit the tire.

The car William was riding in shook violently and crashed into a roadside store, and the car stopped.

After the violent collision, he was completely dazed, as if someone had turned off the lights and the whole world was dark.

The violent collision caused a concussion in his brain, and the constant gunshots in his ears told him that this place was not safe.

But now he couldn't even stand up, he could only curl up behind the car door, watching a dark shadow shooting continuously in front of him.

The occasional flash of fire from the muzzle of the gun could only light up some of the world's colors, but it would soon return to darkness. I don't know how long it took, but William suddenly shivered!
Something hot and wet poured on his face. At the same time, a heavy body pressed on him. The dim world in his eyes began to gradually brighten again.

He pushed away the guy who was on top of him. He was shot in the face and one of his eyes was about to fall out.

Hot blood and messy stuff splashed all over his face, and a strong sense of fear rose from the depths of his heart!

When fear reaches its limit, anger is born!
He pushed the corpse onto the seat next to him and tried to pry open the corpse's fingers.

When a person dies, their limbs are sometimes in a tense state. He broke several of the guy's fingers before he could get the gun into his own hands.

He wiped the blood off his face, raised his hand and fired two shots!
He had used a gun and knew how to use one, and the boys in the Lawrence family had their own shotguns since they were young.

There are many animals around the farm that can cause trouble for them, such as coyotes, rabbits, foxes, and even wild boars.

These animals can cause huge losses to farms. They can kill livestock on the farm, and some can even make a mess of the farmland!

So they have their own hunting rifle since they are young, and in the summer and autumn, under the guidance of the older generation, they go around shooting these small animals.

This was the first time William shot at someone, and the excitement of the bullets whizzing past him brought about a rapid secretion of adrenaline!

He felt extremely powerful and invincible at this moment!
The exchange of fire between the two sides lasted for a minute or two. William searched every part of the bodyguard around him, but could not find any other magazines, and there were only a few bullets left in his pistol.

There were three other people in the car, a bodyguard and his assistant. All three of them crouched down to avoid exposing their bodies to the sight of those people.

He pulled out the magazine and took a look. There were not many bullets left. Now he could only hope that the other party didn't have many bullets either.

After all, no one would bring a box of bullets when going out to do business, and even if they did, they would not have time to load the bullets.

Most people carry three to five spare magazines, which add up to about fifty to sixty rounds of bullets. If the outcome is still undecided after all these bullets are used up, then there is no point in having more or fewer bullets.

William's mind was still very confused at this time, but suddenly he froze for a moment, and then shouted, "I am William, Lance's partner, who can help me?"

There were slight shouting and cursing sounds in the distance, and these people understood what William meant. They tried to rush over, but after William fired the first two shots, those people retreated.

No one is not afraid of death, not even these gunmen.

What William needs to do now is to delay the time until Lance's men arrive here.

He had heard that Lance had his own patrol team in his territory!
"No matter who they are, I hope they can come as soon as possible!" He made the most serious prayer in his life!
The phone suddenly rang. Alan glanced at Lance's unlit room and picked up the phone directly.

Then his expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted, "Come with me, some people, bring weapons," and ran outside.

The place where William was attacked was in the city center, but the place he was going to today was the Imperial District, because he was going to the Imperial District to choose a piece of land, so this place was already the junction of the city center and the Imperial District.

Someone heard William's shouting, and they told Burton about it, and Burton called here.

"Farke, Farke!"

The gunman in the windbreaker hid behind the bunker. He looked at the car that had obviously lost power and William who was shouting inside, but he had no other good ideas!

Now he had to make a decision: should he take the risk and capture the person and take him away, or should he leave Jingang City immediately?
He looked at the others, the guys who came here with him to do business, and everyone avoided his gaze.

He knew they were unwilling to rush forward.

In fact, the result of this question was the same for him. He asked himself, was he willing to risk his life and rush forward?

Without any inner struggle, he gave himself an answer.

No, he didn't want to risk being at the front, so he looked at others.

Now, he knew that everyone had the same idea.

No group of people has ever been able to maintain such efficient and consistent thinking, except in this matter!

Since no one is willing to take risks, then we have no choice but to leave.

Their mission this time was not to shoot a worthless city councillor, but to kidnap him!
When they found that kidnapping was impossible, there was no need to stay and the operation failed!
"Go..." Without any hesitation, he gave the order to evacuate.

Several people got into the car quickly and found their positions as quickly as if they had been trained thousands of times. The car started immediately, then turned the direction and stepped on the accelerator towards another road.

Just as the vehicle was about to leave, a car hit them from the side...

Twenty minutes later, Lance arrived at the hospital.

William leaned back on the bed.

"Are you hurt?" Lance walked to the chair next to the bed and sat down.

William stretched out his hands to show himself, "They said I had a concussion, some wounds on my body, and I was scratched by glass fragments."

He thought of the young man who died on him, "That... the guy next to me, he..."

Lance pursed his lips, "Dead, you don't think you can survive a bullet in the face?"

Although there have been similar rumors about people surviving a bullet-shocked jaw or a bullet to the head, they are still exceptions.

The bullet penetrated the base of the young man's skull, killing him beyond all possibility of death.

William's mood was a little depressed, "I'm sorry."

Lance raised his hands, "No, you don't need to apologize. This is his job. You should respect his work and his courage to sacrifice his life for it."

"You should thank him for not abandoning you at a time like that."

"If you really want to do something, give his family some money."

William nodded, “I will!”

The room was quiet for a while. "Can I know who wants to deal with me?"

Lance clapped his hands and leaned forward slightly. "To be honest, they want to use you to cause trouble for me."

"You've been implicated."

William was relieved to hear this, as he was glad that they were not deliberately looking for trouble with him.

"I thought you caught them?"

Lance didn't deny it. "Yes, they are being questioned. If nothing goes wrong, I will be able to resolve this matter soon."

"Emily and Pat are worried about you. You can call them back later."

"It's best to bring a weapon with you when you go out these days. It may not save your life, but it can definitely take the lives of those who want to hurt you."

"I still have to deal with those people. I'm leaving first. I've left a new bodyguard for you at the door."

"goodbye!"

William looked at him for a few seconds, as if in a daze, and then said goodbye.

After Lance left, he lay down again, facing the white ceiling, recalling the scene of his eyeball falling out in his mind.

At this moment he did not feel much fear, only the luck of surviving the disaster and some guilt.

There were many policemen outside the door. When they saw Lance, they all took the initiative to greet him. Chief Bruce also came over and said, "Those suspects..."

"Once I get what I want, I will give it to you, but I can't guarantee that they can still give it to you intact."

Chief of the Blue Division had no reason to give in to this. Even if there was a dead body, it was considered a "perfect" closure of the case.

He didn't dare to ask for more now because he could sense that Lance was not in a good mood.

Of course, those who were in an even worse mood than him were the several gunmen who were captured.

Not only are they in a bad mood, their voices are also not in good condition.

(End of this chapter)