Shadow Empire

Chapter 708 Compromise and Attack and Defense

In the room three days ago, when Mr. Charles met the lawyer again, his complexion was much worse than in the previous few days!
Everything he had suffered in the past few days made him feel a deep sense of despair and betrayal.

He stared at the lawyer with a distorted and sinister expression, but the lawyer remained calm.

He has seen many clients in his career, including normal, abnormal, psychopathic, and even perverted murderers.

If Mr. Charles did not endanger him with anything that could threaten his life, he would not be afraid of this simple gaze.

As for whether it would offend Mr. Charles?

Once he signs the agreement, he will be "Charles".

"I want to see Lance, or talk to him, I want to talk to him in person!" Mr. Charles pursed his lips, he sat on the chair with his butt tilted, putting his support on his thighs so that the innermost part of his butt would not be squeezed.

He couldn't bear the pain caused by the squeezing, and those people had no intention of "pitying" him at all.

He endured both physical and mental pain, yet was able to maintain a relatively calm mood. He felt that he was already a great man.

The lawyer shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Charles, but my client has told me that he will not see you or talk to you until you sign this agreement."

He watched as Mr. Charles' face quickly turned red, and his eyes became more dangerous, but he was not nervous at all. "By the way, due to my work arrangement, we will meet again next week."

"You know, the war broke out."

"There is still a lot of work to be done in Jingang City, and Mr. Lance has a lot of commissions, so I can't continue to take care of this place in the short term."

"I recently heard something... I don't know if it's true."

He stood on the other side of the table, looking down at his most important client. "I heard that your wife wanted to find a way to bring you home from here. She found a broker who is said to know a big shot, and gave him a large sum of money."

When Mr. Charles heard this, his eyes went dark, and his arms that were supporting the table were shaking. After a long time, he recovered and asked, "How is my son?"

"He's doing OK, I heard, but he's got a lot of debt in the casino, and your wife is trying to raise the funds to get him out."

He didn't know what had happened to his son, but he knew that he had to leave here immediately, otherwise he would lose everything!
He looked at the lawyer's forehead, which was covered with beads of sweat, and asked, "If I sign, can I get out immediately?"

The lawyer shook his head regretfully. "I'm sorry, but that's probably not possible. The Court of Appeal makes these decisions. Mr. Lance always says that 'everyone is equal before the law.' So we can't decide when you'll get out."

"But I heard it could make your life a little more comfortable."

He said as he took out the agreement from his briefcase and placed it on the table along with a pen, "Sign it and everything will be over."

"Mr. Charles, you are my old customer, I have to say something outside of work."

"Mr. Lance is definitely the most honest person I have ever met. You can completely trust what he says!"

Yes, the most trustworthy one. If he says he wants you to die, then he will let you die. If he says he won’t want you to die, at least he won’t kill you.

As one of the "Twin Towers of Golden Port", Lance will definitely make himself a trustworthy person.

The more important a person is, the more he or she needs to establish positive personalities.

Mr. Charles sat there with his chest rising and falling. Finally, he sighed, took a pen, and wrote his name tremblingly.

At this moment, he felt that his life was a failure.

After so many years of hard work and the accumulation of several generations, he is almost squandering it all!
After checking the documents and his signature, the lawyer smiled and said, "It is very important that you think this through. Mr. Charles, please rest assured that everything will be back on track!"

Soon the lawyer left the prison with the documents. Before leaving the prison, he used two dollars to buy a chance to make a phone call in the prison's duty room.

The call was quickly connected, and Lance's voice appeared in the receiver, "Mr. Lance, he has signed it."

Lance's voice didn't betray how happy he was, Mr. Charles... no, it was Charles now.

It was within his expectations that Charles could not endure the hardship in prison. In fact, not to mention Charles, many people could not endure the hardship in prison. It was truly hell in there and it was not a place where people should be at all.

"Thank you for your hard work. Come back earlier and finish the work earlier so that I can send you the balance earlier."

A happy smile appeared on the lawyer's face. To him, Mr. Lans was a very educated and noble man.

The lawyer and his firm could earn at least $400,000 from this job, and Lance did not bargain. There were a lot of things involved, and it was worth the money.

It’s not that Lawyer Robben can’t do it. Lawyer Robben can do it, but his efficiency is much lower than that of such a large law firm.

Moreover, lawyers have certain relationships with the judicial department, so they can directly handle some controversial signatures.

In the absence of the party concerned, these shares can be transferred directly to Lance.

Therefore, paying four or five hundred thousand or a little more is not a problem for Lance at all. The value of their demonstrated work ability is much higher than this!

The lawyer on the receiver repeatedly assured Lance that he would help him resolve all issues as soon as possible, and then hung up the phone.

Lance quickly picked up the phone again and dialed the number of lawyer Robben.

"We can put Charles aside for a while."

Lawyer Robben has a good relationship with the warden. The changes in the prison were initiated by Lawyer Robben. He was also well aware that Lance hired a lawyer from a big law firm, but he had no objection to this.

"I see……"

Charles in prison had just returned to the workshop when a prison guard came over with a strange expression, "The warden wants to see you..."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the warden was going to extort money from him, but now, after being beaten and starved, he had resigned himself to his fate.

It was much better to be blackmailed, at least to be treated that way!
At the same time, he also knew that from this moment on, he and people like Lance and Mayor Williams were no longer equal.

He lost his "crown"!
Lance would not know that Charles now had so many thoughts and emotions, but even if he knew, he would not care. Every federal citizen was paying attention to the war on the other side of the sea.

A few days ago, Jingang City sent off a group of troops. In fact, you don’t need to observe very carefully to see the nervousness and uneasiness those soldiers showed when they boarded the ship.

The stiff and deformed movements made the boarding ceremony of the entire troop fail to show the sense of power and beauty that the military wanted. Instead, it gave people an inexplicable and indescribable feeling, as if these young people were forced to die.

Some local newspapers are reporting on whether this is right or wrong. Even now, many people still believe that they should not get involved in a war that has nothing to do with the federal mainland.

About a third of the first group to arrive on the front lines were illegal immigrants and refugees who were so eager to obtain legal federal status that they had no choice but to do so.

The military promised them that in five years, they would obtain federal citizenship regardless of whether the war was over or not.

If something unexpected happened to them during the war, their families could also become citizens of the Federation.

Boll was one such illegal immigrant, smuggled in from the empire.

In fact, the current situation in the empire is still pretty good. The stubborn resistance forces are still fighting guerrilla warfare with the imperial government, but most areas are beginning to calm down.

Some say that this is accumulating strength for the next round of storms, while others say that the small group of resistance forces cannot overturn anything.

The reason why Boll came to the Federation was to make some money. Some people around him had smuggled into the Federation during the civil war and would mail some money back every once in a while.

Those families with members in the Federation have a higher status than ordinary families in the social environment of the Empire!
Even the privileged classes treat these people much more politely than they treat ordinary people.

All kinds of beautiful rumors about the Federation spread throughout the empire. The Federation was full of money. As long as you were willing to bend down, even if you were washing dishes in a restaurant, you could buy a house in three months.

There are opportunities everywhere in the Federation. Even if you are a salesman at the lowest level, you have the opportunity to become a senior partner or even a shareholder of the company. It is a place where wealth myths are staged every day. Many people enter the exchange with 100 yuan, and when they come out, they are worth tens of millions!
Everything related to the Federation was attracting him. He wanted to go to the Federation, to live a good life, and he wanted his family to live a good life as well.

Now that the cost of smuggling into the Federation has dropped a lot, the competition among human traffickers has become fierce. The price of four hundred dollars to send a person to the Federation is a fatal temptation for those imperial people who are eager to change their destiny.

If you squeeze a little, you can still squeeze some out.

Before Boll came to the Federation, his parents' last and repeated advice to him was to make money as quickly as possible, buy a house, and then move their family in.

But after coming to the Federation, life here may not be as easy as they imagined in the Empire, and they have to spend money as soon as they open their eyes every day.

There is no problem with spending money, but the problem is that he can't make money.

He was registered with Lance's office and had an income, but he couldn't save any money.

His personal experience proved that the idea that one could buy a house by washing dishes for three months was false. He changed several jobs and they were all similar. Because he did not have federal legal status, his salary was only twenty dollars.

This is already the most compensation he can get, as for working two jobs?

This is a good idea, but it is not realistic.

The federal government has not yet implemented work hour limits, and almost all employers treat people like animals. Ten hours a day is just the starting point, and there are also eleven or twelve hours a day.

Even if you have only worked for ten hours, do you still have the energy to work another ten hours?

He was unwilling to hire temporary workers because their wages were too low and there was no security.

Just when he was doubting whether coming to the Federation was the right choice, his family was still writing to him asking him to settle down as soon as possible and bring their whole family to the Federation to enjoy a better life.

Conscription has begun.

Soldiers like him earn about 70 or 80 yuan a month, and the treatment is very good. They don't have to worry about not having enough to eat. There is meat with every meal, it's just a matter of how much.

And after five years, he will automatically become a federal citizen, and his family can also enjoy the care of these policies.

If he could hold out until the end of the war, then according to the contract he signed with the military, if he was willing to stay in the army after the war, the army would train him to become an officer.

By then, one or two hundred yuan a month will be no problem.

This was a dangerous but always promising job, and under tremendous pressure of survival, he signed up.

After a short training, he and his federation have now arrived on the continent of Tanfit.

It was still winter in the Federation, early February, and the weather was still very cold. Although people had begun to "predict" that spring was not far away, the cold air still made people tighten their necks.

But on the Tanfit Road, the temperature was already 14 or 15 degrees.
After getting off the boat, Bol's head was a little dizzy. The instincts he had learned from the past few months of training prompted him to find his company and his position.

After counting the number of people, the officer asked them to get on the truck, which could also be said to be a troop carrier.

This time their goal was to build a line of defense fifty kilometers away.

The army of the Dantra Republic advanced quickly and with heavy firepower, and continued to advance.

The Slads placed the main battlefield further south. If the Dantras broke through the flank, it would have a fatal impact on the main battlefield.

Originally, they planned to push their own troops forward to defend this area. After the Federation joined the war, it took the initiative to undertake the military task of defending this area, which greatly reduced the pressure on Slade's flank.

This time their mission was very heavy, and the military high-ranking officials had given them a death order that they must hold the line even if the casualties exceeded 20%.

Boll was pushed onto the truck in a daze, and after a long journey of nearly two hours in the shaking carriage, he finally arrived at the designated location.

He had already vomited in the car, as had many others. The car was too shakey, and some sections were even shakeier than the sea.

The shaking on the sea is "soft", and the shaking on the ground is "hard", which feels more uncomfortable.

But fortunately, it's all over.

After the company's officers waited for them to rest for ten minutes, they immediately asked them to start building battlefield fortifications, and Boll was assigned to dig trenches.

Trenches still played a huge role in the positional warfare of this period.

In this way, after more than a year of suffering, Boll, who had been farming since he was a child, picked up the shovel again and did his familiar work.

Although everyone was nervous when there was no exchange of fire, they were not that nervous and were still able to talk and laugh.

While having dinner in the evening, they were still talking about some things they would face in the future.

People did not feel fear, and the same was true for Boll. He did not feel that he would die at this moment.

He felt that war was close, but death was far away, including from his comrades who had been in the army with him for several months.

Neither he nor they considered themselves to be part of the numbers following the phrase "killed in action" in the war reports.

This lasted only two days, and on the third day they discovered the enemy's reconnaissance troops.

Some war horses appeared in the distance, and when they discovered these horses, the local reconnaissance troops seemed to have discovered them as well.

The two sides were observing each other from a long distance. Bol looked at the reconnaissance troops in the distance through the firing holes he had built. "When do you think they will attack?"

The people around him were also illegal immigrants from the Empire. Like him, they came to the Federation with a dream of becoming a Federation and were eventually sent into the army.

The fellow villager smiled cheerfully, "It may take a few more days."

Paul nodded, "It should take a few more days."

They just "hope" to come a few days later, or even better, until the end of the war.

At night, the sky was completely dark, and some shadows moving forward in the dark were perfectly hidden in the night.

The wilderness is not a city, nor is it a flat square. There are so many undulating terrains here that people cannot observe all of them.

There are several high-power searchlights on the defense section, which shine on the wilderness at regular intervals.

But the outside world is too big to observe every inch of land, and those dark shadows only need to lie still when necessary, and no one will notice them even if the light passes over them.

Boll was not on the night shift tonight. He had fallen asleep, and in his dream he realized his federal dream.

He dreamed that the war was over, he had made a great contribution, and received a large reward when he was discharged from the army. The army also allocated him a house.

He brought his family to the Federation, and because of his outstanding performance in the war, he became a little celebrity and met many beautiful girls...

Just when he dreamed of entering into the marriage hall with the beautiful girl and was about to contribute to the reproduction of mankind, thunder suddenly sounded in the sky!

Everything in the dream world was fading and falling off quickly. He woke up from the dream with some regret. The explosion sounded again, and he heard the shrill whistle and the soldiers' terrified shouts of "enemy attack"!

The enemy is attacking!
They were already very close and using mortars, and the battle broke out in an instant.

A dozen flares were fired into the sky. He looked up stupidly and watched the flares that illuminated the entire wilderness continue to rise. His superior hammered at his helmet and said, "Go to the firing port, Boll!"

(End of this chapter)