Shadow Empire

Chapter 766 Fire and Uninvited Guests

How big is it?
Bolton's voice was a little out of tune. "At least five hundred acres."

Lance was surprised when he heard this number, and at the same time, a smile appeared on his face.

"You have done a great service to the family, Bolton."

For someone like Bolton, Lance knew very well how to deal with him.

You can't expect him to contribute to the family willingly. If it were someone else, Erwin, Ennio, or anyone else, Lance would just say he "did a good job."

As for the specific rewards, he would not say, because they did not need to talk about it.

But with Bolton, he has to give Bolton some motivation and let him know that everything he does will get feedback.

If he does something good for the family, he will get positive feedback.

But if he did something bad to the family, he would have to face Lance's wrath and punishment.

Some people are like that, you have to let them figure it out before you can make the most of them.

There was a lot of joy in Bolton's voice, but he still said modestly, "This is what I should do, Boss."

"No, no, no one should do anything for anyone. I will let Melo transfer the bonus to your account, and then you can connect with Melo."

A stable and mature family must have a punishment and reward system that people believe in.

It is clear what you do and what consequences you get.

According to the information provided by Bolton, he will receive a cash reward of about 20,000 yuan.

He just provided an important piece of information but did nothing himself. Others were responsible for the execution. 20,000 yuan was the maximum amount.

"Have your people keep watching over there and don't alarm them. I will arrange for someone to go over there as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, he thought for a moment and dialed the number in Jingang City. Soon, Alvin, who was on duty in the office, answered the call.

"This is the Wanli Group Headquarters..."

This is Lance's request. We can't let them say stupid things like "This is the gang headquarters", right?
Moreover, "gang groupization" is also a development trend and inevitability.

"it's me."

"Bolton just told me that he found a maple grass farm owned by the Perez family in Indenno State. Please gather some people and I'll be back soon."

Erwin was a little surprised. "How big is it?"

"More than five hundred acres, we need to get more people, they must be armed."

The folk customs of the Federation have always been simple and honest, and this is especially true in the rural areas. Let alone 500 acres, even if it is 5,000 acres, if there is no military deterrence, it won't be long before the farm will be plucked clean by passing farmers!

So they must be equipped with weapons, and there are quite a few of them.

Think of the groups of cowboys on the Lawrence farm; they are actually no different from the cavalry of the past.

Each person carried two or three weapons, and teams of a dozen people shuttled between the farms.

Whether it is prey or invader, they are all their hunting targets!
After Lance explained some more details of the matter, he hung up the phone.

After talking to the director about what to do next, he left.

In the evening he had returned to Jingang City. Alvin had summoned twelve combat captains, each of whom had more than ten to twenty men under him, which meant more than two hundred people in total.

The moment Lance's car began to enter the manor, groups of young people in the open space outside the manor immediately stopped what they were doing, threw away the cigarettes in their hands, and stood up facing Lance's car.

The moment Lance looked at them, everyone whose eyes caught his eye felt a sense of honor!

The convoy slowly stopped outside the door of the main building. The guard opened the door for Lance. Senior officials such as Erwin and the combat captains who were called over gathered together.

Lance nodded slightly, then entered the room with the support of these people.

At this time, the young people outside breathed a sigh of relief and began to chat in groups of three or five.

Lance is a legend to them, to the entire Jingang City, and to the young people of the entire Likalai State!
The legend in their eyes handed the hat to Alvin and sat down on the independent sofa in the hall. He took out a cigarette, and Haimalu took out a match from somewhere like a magician, lit it with a crackling sound, and lit it for him.

Soon, Erwin brought a state map of the neighboring state of Indeno, which showed the border with Likalai State and marked the interstate highway.

Erwin spoke with the local state troopers and outlined the roads in more precise and bold detail.

Of course, it is unlikely that the locations of those illegal maple grass farms will be officially marked on this map. Bolton assisted by drawing a circle around a certain area.

He began to introduce the intelligence to everyone.

The acquisition of intelligence was a very unexpected thing, because Lance had previously instructed him to arrange people to infiltrate the entire South as soon as possible.

Since some people are unwilling to let him stop, he continues to expand.

Expansion requires the support of intelligence, so Bolton’s preliminary work is very important.

It just so happened that one of his subordinates had migrated from Indeno State, but his family members were still there.

When he returned to his hometown and talked with his relatives and friends about his rise to fame in Jingang City, he accidentally mentioned that their small town was actually doing quite well now.

After asking around, he found out that many people in the town were working for the Perez family’s farm.

After all, it is hundreds of acres of land, and once the maple clover grows, it is difficult to process it mechanized, so a lot of labor is needed.

This place is not an isolated place. The people in the Perez family thought that instead of hiding, it would be better to choose a town that is easy to control and cooperate with the locals.

Compared to farming on their own or looking for jobs elsewhere, people in the town are more willing to work for Maple Kite Farm, and they pay a lot, at least fifty dollars a month, which is higher than the income of workers in big cities.

There were only three or four thousand people in the town, and everyone from top to bottom was well fed, so they did not reveal this matter to anyone else.

If Bolton's men weren't locals, he wouldn't have known about it.

After all, you can't see it at all far away from the road, and no one would have nothing to do and run into the wild.

He marked the approximate location of the place his men mentioned on the map, and Lance then began to assign tasks.

In fact, there is nothing easy to distribute. In Hiram's words, just rush over, burn all the maple grass, and kill all the people...

Although it sounds a bit crude, this is the truth.

Two days later, Milo woke up from his sleep.

He glanced at the white, freckled butt beside him, pushed away the legs that were pressing on him, and climbed up from the bed.

After a simple wash, he took his breakfast to the tower. Every day he would enjoy breakfast here while patrolling his "territory".

Milo Perez is the great-nephew of Fran Perez, which sounds like a big gap, but in fact Milo is one year older than Robin (Fran's fourth son).

The federal government is a country that opposes abortion, and even abortion operations can be considered a "criminal livelihood", even now.

If a woman wanted an abortion, she had to use her connections to find an underground doctor who specialized in abortions.

The abortion was performed on a makeshift operating table in a dirty, dusty and germy basement.

To do this, they need to be paid at least forty or fifty yuan or even more, and there is a high probability of infection and risk of death.

Because the hospital does not accept any patients who want abortions, they have no other choice but to find these underground doctors.

Strictly speaking, there is another kind.

According to federal law, abortion can only be performed with the double confirmation of the police and doctors when some unexpected events occur and abortion is necessary to protect the life of the pregnant woman. In addition, all information about the cause, process, result, and person involved must be registered to ensure that it can be investigated anytime and anywhere.

But how do you make yourself look like you’re going to die if you don’t have an abortion?
Some women chose to wrestle, deliberately falling on their stomachs, or punching themselves in the stomach.

Doing this is actually very risky. Once you bleed heavily, you're basically dead.

This is also the reason why the federal society during this period contributed countless perverted serial killers to the federation. The birth of many children was not the subjective wish of their parents.

For example, prostitutes who are engaged in the flesh trade are unwilling to pay for the operation or cannot find someone who can help them with a safe abortion.

Between trying their luck with God to survive and taking a few months off to give birth and continue their business, they often choose the latter.

A lot of these federally-identified psychopathic serial killers in their background checks may have a mother who was a slut, or a mother who was a prostitute.

Of course this is definitely not discrimination, it is just a statistic of a phenomenon.

This also shows how much population has been contributed to this country over the years by men who cannot control their crotches!
In short, the Perez family is also a big family. Especially after they have money, the men are no longer satisfied with having only one sexual partner. They often have many women, and some even have open relationships within the family.

Fran had three women, and all three knew each other.

As one of the younger generation who was involved in family affairs earlier, Miro started working for the family with his father when he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, just after entering high school.

His father's main job at that time was to grow maple kite grass. Now he has been transferred to work elsewhere, so this place is left to him.

This thing is very expensive and is in great demand in the central region. Rich and powerful people like to have some to liven up their fun.

It is listed as a controlled psychotropic commodity by the federal government. Except for places like mental hospitals where maple kite extract can be legally used as medicine, its use is prohibited anywhere else.

But gangsters are gangsters. They will not obey the requirements of the law. All they care about is profit!

The humid and hot environment in the southern part of the federation is very suitable for the growth of maple kite.

When mature, the "crown" of the maple kite looks like a long feather, and the color becomes brighter red towards the root.

When a large area of ​​maple iris is planted together, when the wind blows, you can see the red sea and red waves, which is very spectacular!

The history of eating maple kite can be traced back to the war between modern federalists and local indigenous peoples.

The first federal immigrants were shocked to find that the natives could still charge fearlessly in the face of their hot weapons.

After some research, it was discovered that before the natives charged, their wizards would rub the extract of maple kite on their oral mucosa, and then they would become extremely brave!

So they began to become interested in the "magic ointment" and began to research it.

From that time on, maple kite grass has entered the sight of some people until today.

However, maple kite grass did not spread quickly among the lower classes of society, nor did it have a market, because it did not have a strong dependence and was very expensive.

Poor people cannot afford this kind of thing. Compared with a small bag of extracts that may cost dozens of dollars, a special painkiller that can be used for two injections at one dollar is more suitable for them.

It used to be a good business in terms of sales profit, but with the beginning of Prohibition, it fell from its pedestal.

Its profit is not as considerable as that of alcohol, but it is definitely a business that makes money and makes a lot of money.

The higher up the social ladder one is in, the more opportunities there are to use it. Ordinary people simply cannot imagine how terrible it would be if such big shots became dissolute!
They like to drink maple kiwi, super painkillers and high-proof whiskey together. After drinking it, those people seem to become crazy, but they are willing to spend money on it!
Milo stood on the attic's observation deck. He was dressed casually, with a white shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned, revealing some sparse chest hair.

The rolled up sleeves revealed his sturdy forearms, and he casually wore a pair of jeans and a pair of leather boots.

This is a wild farm. You can go shirtless, but it is better to wear boots and long pants, because you never know if there will be something near your legs that can kill you when you step down.

He supported the railing of the observation tower with both hands, and the gusts of wind made his hair messy.

He liked this feeling very much. The breeze from late spring to early summer blew on his face, bringing with it the unique scent of summer.

This is the time when the maple grass matures. The large areas of maple grass in the farm are constantly undulating to form waves, which will give people a deep shock when looking at it from a high place!

Milo took a deep breath with a leisurely smile on his face. Although he was "trapped" here in his twenties, he knew that this was one of the core businesses of the family.

He can now control the entire farm, which represents the trust of the family's direct descendants in him.

As long as he works for a few more years and is transferred back to the headquarters, he will be able to go in and out of Fran's office and become a superior person in people's eyes.

Besides, what's wrong with the countryside?
He glanced at the town in the distance and was attracted by the plump girls in the town.

He likes girls who are a little bit fatter, but not too fat, rather a little plump.

This will give him a stronger feeling, and the girls here are very simple, unlike those girls in big cities, where you have to impress them with money before you can pierce them.

Here, as long as you can say some sweet words and make some irrelevant promises, you can have sex with those girls.

He likes it here.

There is still about a month before the concentrated harvest of maple kite grass. After the harvest is completed in this month, we can take a short break.

Just as he was thinking about something, suddenly black smoke rising from the farmland in the distance made his face change instantly!

"You son of a bitch, fuck, someone must be smoking on the job again!"

He turned and grabbed a bell on the tower and began to shake it frantically.

Soon a large number of workers gathered from other places. Milo pointed to the fire and said, "There's a fire over there. Go put it out and bring the person in charge of that land to me!"

Some workers showed expressions of gloating on their faces. They nodded one after another, and some even bowed.

Then take the fire-fighting tools and leave quickly.

This isn't the first time a fire like this has happened here, and they have a very adequate solution for this sort of thing.

There is a gully about four or five meters wide between each piece of land. As long as the fire is not too big, it can be put out.

The only trouble is that it is still a bit windy today, and I don’t know how much farmland will have to be sacrificed to put out these fires.

His temples began to throb at the thought of it. When the person in charge of that farmland came back, he would definitely whip his back so hard that it broke!

Damn the emancipation movement, Fuck!

He returned to the bottom of the tower. There was someone watching over the firefighting work, so he didn't need to be responsible for it personally. He just had to wait.

He got some wine and some pickled olives and returned to the tower.

The view here is the best, and you can clearly see the development of the fire in the distance.

The farm manager downstairs stood outside the house. "The mayor said he saw black smoke coming from this side. Do you want to come over and help us put out the fire?"

Milo rolled his eyes, "Thank him for me and tell him I'll go see him with gifts in a few days. I don't need his help this time!"

The mayor is an extremely greedy man. He would bring a large group of people and say they were there to help, but when they left, everyone would ask him for three or five dollars.

After all, they came to help, so you can't just not pay them, right?
If there were only a few people, it would be fine, but almost everyone who could move would come. There was even one time when an old man who couldn't even stand up was carried over on a stretcher!

He felt a little angry when he thought of that guy with a shiny head and a fat belly.

This might be the most unhappy thing in his life here!
The butler returned to the room, picked up the wine and took a big sip. He was very annoyed to encounter such a bad thing so early in the morning.

Just as he lowered his head to pour the wine and inadvertently looked to the other side, he saw several cars coming towards the house.

He frowned. Although he didn't know why, he had a bad feeling in his heart...

(End of this chapter)