Shadow Empire

Chapter 783: Breakup

Soon, the soldier whose thigh was shot came over with a crutch, supported by his comrades. He saw Admiral Miles' nephew was also there, and his scalp felt a little tingling.

In that situation, neither he nor Carl actually had any "way out".

There is a cliff in front and there is a cliff behind.

If you walk forward and jump down, people will give you a thumbs up and say "well done", but if you walk backward and fall down, people will just laugh at you.

In fact, this situation happens frequently in people's lives. For example, a boyfriend or girlfriend breaks up out of anger and says they won't contact each other anymore.

Even though they still have feelings for each other and still love each other, they are holding their breath and are unwilling to bow their heads first.

After they have each walked a long way, even if they stop and look back, they will find that it is too late.

Just like right now.

The moment the gunshots rang out, the three soldiers were very regretful. Once they had fired their guns, even if Carl was to be punished, their lives would not be easy.

The military is a dictatorial and unreasonable place. If they think you are wrong, you are wrong.

He forced those girls to do things they didn't want to do when they were relaxing, and he used guns and got fucking hurt!
This is typical unforgivable!

Carl also regretted it. He could have solved the problem in other ways, but he used the stupidest method.

Once a mistake is made, it is almost impossible to go back.

So when the three soldiers came over, their expressions were somewhat out of control. They looked full of regret and fear. These emotions were piled up on their faces, making them look stupid!

Lance walked over to the injured soldier and glanced at his leg, "Is it badly injured?"

The soldiers who dared to humiliate him in front of Carl were so docile in front of Lance that they were weaker than the girls they tried to rape!
"No... I mean, yes, the bullet went through my thigh and I lost a piece of flesh."

The bullet rolled in his thigh for a moment. Although it was short, the wound it caused was not light.

The doctor sutured it after using scissors and a knife to cut off some of the completely minced meat.

After the stitches are removed, one side of his thigh will be thicker than the other. However, this may not be a bad thing for him. At least when a landing battle is needed, people will not need him to be the first to rush in with a gun.

Lance nodded slightly, "I will compensate you with some money." He paused, thought about it, took out his checkbook, signed a check for eight thousand dollars and handed it to him.

He looked at the huge number above, feeling a little overwhelmed, and then looked at the major next to him.

The major didn't know what Lance was going to do, but considering that Lance had made a concession, he nodded slightly and asked the soldier to take the check.

They all just noticed that this was an astonishing amount of wealth, but no one noticed that this was the same as the current basic pension of the federal army.

"You get one too!" Lance gave the other two a check each. Both of them had beaming smiles on their faces. They were so lucky to not get hurt and get eight thousand dollars!
It’s all thanks to my brother. I hope he can get shot a few more times next time.

The two men politely said "Thank you, Mr. Lance", and then Lance put the checkbook away. Then his face changed and he signaled the colonel to give him his pistol.

After hesitating for a moment, the colonel handed his pistol to Lance, who turned off the safety and fired three shots at Carl's thigh with an expressionless face.

Everyone in the room was stunned. The soldiers outside rushed in with guns drawn. The major raised his hand to signal them to leave.

Carl bit his lips hard and didn't make any screams except for grunting.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead, his hands were clenched into fists, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

Blood flowed down his trouser legs, and the bloodstains could be seen spreading downwards.

Lance took the safety off the pistol and handed it back to the major.

He turned around and looked at the three people again, "Are you satisfied with this punishment?"

"He fired once, and I shot him three times. If you are not satisfied, I can shoot him a few more times."

Lance looked serious, but after he became serious, the three soldiers all felt something sharp.

It was like a bunch of small knives stabbing into their bodies.

This made the three of them breathe a lot lighter, and they didn't dare to look into Lance's eyes.

Besides, they had just taken money from others, and now Carl had been punished. They had lost both face and money.

If you don't appreciate the favors you have received and fail to recognize your current situation, you will be asking for trouble.

In fact, they had already gotten into trouble, and at this time only the major vaguely understood something.

This money can be said to be compensation, or it can be said not to be compensation. It is money to buy life.

The three of them shook their heads repeatedly, indicating that it was enough, they forgave Karl, and admitted that they were actually wrong in this matter, and they were willing to apologize to Karl for it.

Karl just gritted his teeth and looked up at the three of them, just a glance, then lowered his head. He was afraid that these three people or other officers would see the hatred in his eyes.

He still doesn't know how to conceal his emotions well. If it were Mr. Lance, he would be able to hide his emotions completely. He needs to continue learning from Lance.

No matter what Carl was thinking at this moment, Lance was more or less satisfied. At least they were performing according to a script they had not seen.

Lance nodded slightly, then looked at the major, "Then I will take my men away first. Please apologize to Admiral Miles for me. If this idiot is not sent to the hospital, his life will be in danger."

The major was silent for a while, then forced a smile and asked, "Do you need me to drive you?"

Military vehicles also have privileges in the city, they can run red lights and rush around, but it is obvious that Lance's car can do the same.

He smiled and said, "Thank you, but no thanks, my car is faster!", then had Carl carried out of the room.

The major walked them to the door, then watched them leave. He glanced back at the three soldiers and his face turned cold.

He looked at the military police standing by the door and said, "Deal with it according to military regulations."

After he finished speaking, he went straight back to Admiral Miles' office and told him everything that had happened outside, including the fact that Lance had shot Carl three times.

Admiral Miles frowned as he listened to his nephew's narration of these things. He stared at the naval port outside the window for a while.

His nephew, the major, waited for a while and then asked, "Do you need to ease the tension between you and Lance?"

The Admiral turned and looked at him, "How are you going to ease the situation?"

"Find a reason to kick those three idiots out and let him finish them off?"

"Or will you or someone else take the initiative to come to his house with gifts and tell him that this is all a misunderstanding, and then ignore his subsequent assassination or killing?"

"Or do I, an admiral, need to obey his orders?"

The major smiled wryly and whispered, "I don't think it's that bad."

The admiral stood up, walked to the window and pushed it open.

Facing the port and playground in the distance.

The playground is crowded with soldiers training under the scorching sun. Their slogans and military songs can be heard even if you are standing here.

From afar, there was a sea of ​​people, which added up to at least seven or eight thousand. He looked for a while and turned around. The warships and soldiers outside became the best proof of the weight of his epaulettes!
"He is just a gang leader. If he can bring us profits all the time, we are good friends."

"But if he wants to do something that he shouldn't do, we're not friends."

"There are plenty of people in this world who are willing to be friends with us, do you understand?"

The major nodded, but he now had many questions, "If Lance really attacks those three soldiers, what should we do?"

The admiral glared at him. If this man wasn't his nephew, he would have made this bastard mop the deck right now!

"Don't let those three idiots out. Lance will definitely take action if they get out."

The admiral returned to his chair and sat down heavily. He took out his pipe and knocked it on the table, then filled it with new tobacco, compacted it, and lit it.

“So not letting them out is the best solution.”

The major asked again, "If they go out and are killed, should we do something to Lance?" The admiral shook his head, "He has the protection of members of Congress and has considerable influence. Even if he really did it, this is all we can do."

"Without evidence, we can't do anything."

This is the most troublesome thing about having influence and status.

If Lance was a small character, a small character like dust, he would not have any hesitation in killing Lance.

But now he needs to consider what Congress thinks, what the local mayor, the governor, and those people think.

We also have to consider whether it will cause greater unnecessary trouble, such as whether the Imperial immigrant soldiers and Slad soldiers will mutiny.

He had too many things to consider, so he could only say that if Lance really did it, then it was done, and the friendship between the two would pretty much end there.

Unless there are further interests that push them to become friends again.

In fact, this matter would not have developed like this. If the admiral had just stepped back a little and handed Carl directly to Lance, the matter would have been over.

But what he meant was that he wanted to kill Carl in the naval base. How could Lance let him do that?
Everyone has their own reasons for defending their men, and since no one is willing to "let them go," they can only confront each other.

In fact, when it comes down to it, it is because Lance is not valued by Admiral Miles, and he does not take Lance seriously.

If it were a different person, a different governor, or someone in Congress, or even someone in the Department of Defense, it would be a different story.

He glanced at his nephew and said, "Remember, don't let those three idiots out. Send them to the front line during this shift."

"I would rather they died on the front line and come back with the national flag draped over them in the future."

"I don't want them to die in a stinking ditch. These damn sons of bitches are always causing me trouble!"

The major also sighed, "Over in the work building..."

"Everything remains the same. Let the gendarmes patrol."

It seems that this is the only way to deal with this matter.

Sitting in the car leaving the military zone, Lance looked at Carl who was doing simple hemostasis. He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then handed it to him, "Do you hate me?"

Karl took the cigarette, took a puff, and shook his head, “No hate.”

Lance raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why?"

Carl took another deep breath. The feeling of the thick smoke filling his lungs gave him a sense of fulfillment. As he exhaled the smoke, he said, "If I don't leave there, I might die there."

Lance smiled and nodded, "You're not an idiot, Carl."

"You are undoubtedly much smarter than your friend!"

Lance was talking about Bonnie, a typical romantic idealist. He always felt that the world was a beautiful place and that people should do good things and were unwilling to do bad things.

But he didn't understand, if there was no black in the world, how would people know what white was?

Carl is much more real and realistic. He has no romance and no ideals. He just wants to live a better life.

He helped the girl to a certain extent because he couldn't stand the soldiers' behavior, but also partly because he knew Lance wouldn't like it, even though these girls were doing this work here.

Karl smiled, his face was a little pale, and his lips had lost their color.

It seemed that being praised by Lance was something that made him very happy.

The hospital is not too far from here, just over ten minutes away.

When the vehicles traveling on the roads in Jingang City see Lance's convoy, they will actively move aside and let Lance's convoy go first.

In fact, there has never been any news of Lance bullying ordinary people, but people still have some respect for him.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor quickly performed surgery on Carl. Due to his thin body, Lance fired the gun almost close to him, and the bullet went straight through his thigh without injuring the bone.

A piece of flesh on the thigh will also be dug out, making it look the same as that soldier. After it heals, there will be a dent, which may affect walking.

But compared to losing one's life, this is the lightest price to pay.

Lance did not wait for Carl's surgeries to be completed, because he knew that they were not dangerous, and went straight back to the company.

He was very unhappy with what Admiral Miles did today.

He gave a lot of money and fed them well, but when it came to these issues, he still considered himself first.

All I can say is that for Admiral Miles, Lance is now someone he needs to look at squarely, but not someone he should respect.

Lance's weight was a little lighter.

"What are you going to do?" Alvin asked after returning to the company.

Lance curled his lips, "They have already taken the money, so they should pay for it."

Erwin was a little worried, "What about the Admiral?"

Lance thought for a moment, "He'd better hold it in."

He did not take Admiral Miles seriously at all. "Anything can happen on the battlefield. Who knows if he will be 'Admiral Miles who makes the Federation proud' or 'Miles, the navy criminal who brings shame to the Federation' in a month?"

Lance said this without any reluctance. Erwin was shocked for a moment, but when he looked at Lance's calm eyes, as if he could really do it, he soon became calm, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I hope he doesn't do anything stupid!", he said.

Lance pointed at him and smiled, "You've gotten smarter too!"

In this era without radar and relying on sight for everything, intelligence information is particularly important!

The movie "The Raid on Golden Harbor" is not just for the sake of filming a movie, but more for realizing Lance's own ideas, but at the same time it may not necessarily point out a path for the Dantra people.

Rather than being crushed back and forth by millions of federal troops on the ground battlefield and losing to the number of population and artillery shells, it is better to open up another battlefield to divert the federal army's attention from the main battlefield.

Once the naval battle begins, Jingang City will be considered half of the front line, but the real front line is actually around Yalan, which is the main battlefield of the navy.

Lance only needs to find a way to send some information out to destroy Admiral Miles' navy, and he believes that Congress will laugh secretly.

It not only removed the huge obstacle of Admiral Miles' faction within the military, but also deepened and strengthened the federation's idea of ​​"decisive battle". Even if they felt something was wrong, they would pretend not to know.

But Lance couldn't tell these things to Alvin or anyone else and could only keep them in his heart. As long as Admiral Miles crossed the line, he would find an opportunity to deal with him.

Lance paused for a moment, "We have some friends in the Navy. Let's check the identities of these three people and find a way to force them to return home."

Hiding in the naval base, Lance couldn't do anything to them.

But if they want to take leave to go home, there are appropriate ways to do it.

The news quickly spread among the refugee community, including what Carl had done.

Many Slad people spontaneously went to the hospital entrance to pray for Carl. It seemed that some people said that he was about to die. In short, under the processing of the people's emotional fluctuations, God had already taken him half away.

Some other people came to Lance. They didn't dare to gather together, but they took turns to come outside Lance Company and bow and salute the people inside the company.

For the Slad people who are now at the bottom of the federal contempt chain, someone who can speak for them and uphold justice for them is obviously regarded by them as a pillar of the future!
The poor performance of the Slads in the war made the citizens of the Federation more convinced that the Slads were not a "superior race", so their status continued to decline.

The federal people are so realistic. They know too well how to find a sense of superiority from others.

This matter seems to end here, but in fact, this is definitely not just the end, but just the beginning!
Carl was released from the hospital quickly and came to Lance's office. He kowtowed to Lance because Lance had truly saved his life.

Now that he had calmed down and become rational, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

If he was really left in the military camp by Lance, he might have been thrown into the sea by now.

I can never repay the favor of saving my life in my lifetime!

(End of this chapter)