Shadow Empire

Chapter 673 Carl's Three Tasks, Future and Press Conference
Carl tried his best to make himself look more sincere. He really wanted to be the sword in Lance's hand.

After being a good person following Boni for more than ten years, I am still poor and suffer as usual.

As a result, now that he has become a bad guy, he has become rich overnight. This is the charm of being a bad guy.

What he didn't know was that every country has laws in place to prevent people from being bad people, or to allow only a small number of people to be bad people, because being a bad person is too easy to cross classes!

Lance looked at him, and he kept his head down, his hands on his knees, like a boy scout.

"Can I trust you?"

"Karl?"

Carl looked up at Lance, with some grievance on his face, but more excitement, "Of course, Mr. Lance, believe me, I am your most devout servant!"

Lance nodded, "I need some people, some of your people."

"Something happened this afternoon that has implications for our future."

"Some people are very dissatisfied with me and the mayor's rule over this city..."

Before Lance could finish his words, hatred and anger appeared on Carl's face again!
"who is it?"

"Mr. Lance, no matter who you tell me, I will kill him immediately!" Lance wanted to laugh, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

Yes, they used refugees as a lever to overturn the rules and the negotiating table, so why couldn't he do the same?

He nodded, "I understand your good intentions, but now is not the time."

Carl was stunned for a moment. Although he had not received any higher education, he was a smart man. He realized that “not the time” did not mean “don’t need you” but “will need you in the future”.

He immediately calmed down, feeling relieved by the statement, even the promise.

He needed to show his worth and unbreakable loyalty more to Mr. Lance, who was not much older than him!

Only in this way can he continue to enjoy everything he can enjoy now!
Fine wine, cigars, those beautiful clothes, those beautiful houses, beautiful cars, and a "harem" as huge as that of an emperor.

There are countless young refugee girls who want to have sex with him in exchange for food for their family for the next few days, or a more comfortable living environment.

If he wants to continue to have all this, he must stay in sync with Lance.

"These people must be your people, your confidants. I need you to help me with a few things."

"First, find a few people and get them to admit that they participated in inciting and organizing the riot this afternoon."

"At that time, we will need them to cooperate with us in acting out a scene. Reporters will interview them and they need to follow our script."

Carl thought about it, and many faces appeared in his mind, and finally he locked on a few people.

These people have complete families, including parents, younger brothers and sisters, and they have harmonious relationships and good feelings with their families.

This is their precious life asset, but sometimes it can also become a shackle for them when they really care about their loved ones.

"I already have someone in mind, I'll tell them what to say."

"The second thing..." Lance took out a cigarette. Carl quickly took out a match and lit it, then stuck his butt out to light his cigarette for Lance.

Finally, he did not forget to put out the cigarette butt, put it in his handkerchief and took it away with him. Sometimes details determine success or failure, and this statement is not a joke.

Lance was very satisfied with his job. No matter why he did this, at least now, when he still had something to ask for and was still dominated by desire, he would not cause any trouble.

Just like Bolton, as long as he doesn't want to go back to the bad life of the past and wants to live a superior life, he must consider Lance wholeheartedly.

Carl is the same. He also wants to wear formal clothes that are obviously more high-end than his temperament, wear a gold watch, and live the life of a rich man. He must ensure that nothing happens to Lance, and even if necessary, he has to block bullets for Lance.

They are all serious and sincere, and they will not change their original intentions until someone appears to replace Lance or another way out.

Lance took a puff of the cigarette and licked his lips. He liked this action, letting the smoke stay in his lungs for a while longer.

Then he continued, breathing naturally from his lungs, "...Find all those people you know, find their families, and hide them. Tell me where they are."

Carl nodded again, "No problem, Mr. Lance, I promise you will find them tomorrow at the latest."

"The third thing is that the scale of your people needs to continue to expand."

Karl was stunned for a moment, and then a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

Now their small gang has more than fifty people in total. That's all they need, and Lance has never mentioned the idea of ​​letting them continue to expand, so Carl doesn't dare to act recklessly.

The more people there are, the better it is for him. He is just a small captain who rules over three or five people.

A small cadre is the one who rules over thirty to fifty people.

The one who rules over three to five hundred people is the leader of a gang.

If someone can rule over three or five hundred thousand people, he would be a mayor, governor, president, or even an emperor!

He would be better off if he had hundreds or even tens of thousands of people working for him.

He will have a higher status and be more important in Mr. Lance's mind!

"How many people should I expand to?"

Lance took another drag on his cigarette, exhaling through his nostrils as he breathed, "You need to become the largest gang among the refugees."

"I heard that there are other people serving the Navy besides you outside the naval base."

This is an affirmative sentence. The navy, a group with consumption capacity and desire, must have attracted street girls from all over Jingang City, and they will definitely gather here.

Karl nodded. “There aren’t too many people now, and the competition isn’t very fierce. We can basically fill our schedule.”

“But in the future, it’s not so clear.”

Lance nodded. "So I plan to separate a section of it for you to operate. From now on, the sergeants will only go there to solve personal problems, and only our people can enter that part."

"As for those outside, if they want to come in, they have to pay according to the rules."

"From now on, it will not only be engaged in the flesh trade, but also other businesses, such as tobacco, alcohol, and even maple kite grass."

Lance has been thinking about something recently. He is considering whether there is any way to include alcohol in the list of important military supplies.

Military supplies like biscuits, chocolates, cigarettes, chewing gum, and candies have become essential items for every soldier.

He heard from Major General Bruni that the expanded federation would have about four to five million active-duty soldiers.

If each person consumes even a small bottle of wine worth forty or fifty yuan every month, the sales volume will be hundreds of millions every month.

It’s billions a year. With such a huge income, the military, the people in Congress, Lance and other beverage suppliers can all be well fed!

However, this matter cannot be mentioned for the time being. After all, the prohibition of alcohol was only promoted the year before last. If they are openly making exceptions now, Congress will deny it no matter how thick-skinned they are.

To accomplish this, you cannot wait for an opportunity; it requires an opportunity, an opportunity brought about by the outbreak of war.

Although he couldn't do it now, he could prepare in advance. But there was no need to tell Karl about these plans. He just needed to know that the future was bright, extremely bright, so bright that it could blind people's eyes, that was all!
After being told a few things, Carl's heart began to beat wildly. Who doesn't want a better future?

"In addition to these, you will have to keep a portion of the money you handed over to the company every month, 10%, for the development of your gang."

"I won't give you any extra funding. If you can do well enough, all the income from the girls will be given to you, except for the share I will give to them."

At this moment, Carl was dry-mouthed. He only had a 5% share now, which meant more than 200 yuan in income every day. If he could increase this share to 25%, he would earn thousands of yuan every day!
He had never thought that making money was such a simple and easy thing, and if he really monopolized this part of the business, he would probably earn even more.

Lance looked at his flushed face and knew that his mind was full of beautiful dreams, so he gave him a few reminders.

"Since we have acquired this exclusive business, we must provide them with better services. I need you to perform regular physical examinations on the girls and put their examination reports in the most prominent place."

"Besides that, if they need any other services, even if they are a little excessive, as long as it does not hurt the girls and the girls are willing, then we can agree to it."

“Of course the price has to go up!”

"We do rely on them to make money, but that doesn't mean we make money on our knees, do you understand?"

Karl's excited expression cooled down a little, and he nodded repeatedly, "I understand."

"Mr. Lance, I promise I won't mess up anything!"

Lance nodded, "I'm sure you can do this, Carl."

"From the first day I saw you, I knew you were someone who could become something big!"

Carl's eyes changed a little. Lance saw that he seemed to have something else to say. He glanced at his watch and said, "We don't have much time. If you have nothing else to do, go to work."

Carl immediately said, "Mr. Lance, I have an idea. Look, don't all the members of the Lance family have red armbands?"

"Then we...", he said cautiously, "can we also make a similar logo so that people can easily identify our logo?"

"Like... a red and white armband?"

Lance was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, but he finally agreed, "Okay, but not now, let's talk about it later."

He took a final puff of his cigarette and then threw it into the ashtray. "If there's nothing else, that's it!"

He was going to shake Carl's hand to show his "respect" and then send him out to work.

But Carl's eyes were focused on the flying ashes from Lance's cigarette butt. He saw the ashes land on Lance's shoes, and immediately took out the white handkerchief from his jacket pocket, bent down and wiped Lance's leather shoes.

"Mr. Lance, the cigarette ash has stained your leather shoes. I will help you wipe it off!"

He straightened up, his face still a little red. Lance gave up the idea of ​​shaking hands with him and put his hand on his shoulder instead, "Good boy, I admire you."

Carl was so excited that he couldn't speak. "No matter what, I am willing to serve you, sir!"

"Very good, complete my request first. The future is still long, and we all have the opportunity to see the best future!"

With the description of a bright future that Lance had taught him, Carl left Lance's office with his head held high. He was now full of strength and felt incredibly strong!
Lance looked at the background of Carl who was gradually disappearing behind him, he shook his head, why did the Bay Area like Charlie?
Because Charlie is a dog without bottom line. He is obviously the representative of justice and the executor of law and fairness, but he has become a tool of the wealthy people in the Bay Area.

Help them destroy bodies, help them escape legal sanctions, help them plunder wealth, and help them destroy justice.

From the owner's perspective, having a dog is really great!
He didn't let Carl look for Hope. Hope must be hiding now, and Lance could guess that he must be in a villa in the Bay Area.

Now is not the time for him to appear, so he will not appear.

He returned to his chair, sat down, opened the drawer, took out a transfer checkbook, thought for a moment, filled in the number "50,000", and signed his name.

Then he put on his hat again, put on his windbreaker, and left.

At the same time, media reporters have gathered at the press conference in the city hall. Almost all the reporters who can come from Jingang City are here.

What happened in the afternoon had begun to spread around, and there were rumors in society that it was Mayor Williams' son, Arthur, who treated the refugees as slaves, which eventually led to the confrontation.

In order to prevent the situation from getting out of control, Arthur used Mayor Williams' authority and asked Chief Blue to bring the police for support.

And at their request, a large number of people who resisted exploitation and oppression were shot.

As soon as this rumor came out, those little experts in Jingang City who were born with the skill of picking cotton were immediately excited!
The attack of public opinion is never directed at a certain point, but at the entire surface!
Some people dug up the Williams family’s past, saying that they used to be large landowners who employed thousands or even tens of thousands of slaves!
Hidden beneath the land of Jingang City is the flesh and blood of countless slaves they killed. The early construction of this city was also built on the basis of countless slave deaths and injuries!

Now they are using the refugees as slaves. These young cotton pickers can relate to their situation and want to use this incident to gain more power for themselves.

Although many people think that their brains are not very useful, even if it is true, among ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, or one million people, there is always one person with a smart brain!

According to the federal constitutional amendment, even people like them can become voters and legally have the right to vote and be elected, but in fact this is rarely put into practice.

The three major parties will not nominate these outliers as political candidates, votes against them will be marked, and they can do nothing about it.

The more social attention they want, the more "atrocities" they need.

In some ways, some of them share the same ideas as Hope.

When the federal government finds it unbearable and unable to wipe out these people, they will compromise!
With the participation of these people, public opinion fermented quickly, and reporters also wanted to know what happened.

When the clock struck seven forty-five, Mayor Williams, Councilman James and his brother Arthur appeared at the meeting place.

But before people had time to ask anything, everyone's eyes were focused on Arthur!
"Wang Defa, what's that on him?"

“Is it shit?”

Such a sound was suddenly heard in the quiet press conference. At first, some people burst into laughter, but the laughter soon stopped.

A reporter asked, "Mr. Mayor, what happened?"

Arthur was standing at the front, and people noticed something was not right. There were marks of beatings on his body, face, and head. Each mark was covered in blood, which was a bit creepy to look at.

Everyone knows that Mayor Williams' favorite is his youngest son, even though he himself does not admit it, everyone knows it.

He could ask others to do something for Arthur, but he rarely or even never asked others to do something for James. He just asked James to do better!
Obviously favoritism, so no matter who it is, no one will mess with Arthur.

Many people have a common idea, that is, if they are bullied by Arthur, just treat it as being bitten by a dog and it will pass if they just endure it.

But now seeing his appearance, people have realized that this matter may not be as simple as it is said outside.

"No one has seen me at the town hall since noon, because I went to see my son Arthur."

"He was kidnapped. Someone kidnapped him and asked me to follow their instructions and drive around the city."

"I'm an old man, I love my kids, I'm out of here!"

He poked the table with his fingers. Although his hands were full of wrinkles, it felt like a steel bar was poking the table, making a bang bang sound!
"Not long after I left here, problems arose at the demolition site of the old industrial area."

"Those refugee workers destroyed the demolition equipment in an organized, disciplined and purposeful manner, and brutally killed supervisors, managers, and all non-refugee federal citizens on site!"

"They are still spreading outwards, smashing and looting shops on the roads in the old industrial area, attacking passers-by and robbing their money."

“Is this the story of oppression and resistance that you know? This is a conspiracy!”

(End of this chapter)