Shadow Empire

Chapter 93 Getting closer to the truth... and the wealth in the warehouse
There was another shower in the afternoon, something like... click... snap... swish... swish... drip, then stopped, like this.

Some say this is the last thunderstorm, but who knows?

In a Bay Area apartment, a woman in her twenties stretched out from a nap and pushed open the window in her underwear.

The boy who was smoking on the balcony next door accidentally saw her and didn't even notice that his cigarette was already finished, and burned his fingers.

This made the woman giggle and wink at the boy, then she went back to the room.

As a kept woman, she lived a life that everyone envied.

Without having to work or deal with the disgustingly complicated workplace relationships, she could take a nap whenever she felt sleepy, wake up whenever she wanted, and get something to eat whenever she was hungry.

She has several hundred dollars for living expenses every month, and she only needs to make simple payments every once in a while to get all this.

It's just sex. Those feminist fighters have said that a woman's body is her own wealth, and she has the right to choose who can use it, who cannot use it, and when and how to use it.

No one can condemn them for using things that belong to them, that would be discrimination against them.

She likes this kind of life, and if possible, she hopes someone will support her for the rest of her life.

Back in the room, she took a shower. The summer nap would make her sweat. Most federal people like to take a shower in the morning and not at night. This is a very strange phenomenon.

Even those who had just returned from the factory, after having dinner, would lie down on the bed or on the sofa in a sweaty state and fall asleep, and then wait until the next morning to take a shower.

But this woman is different, she likes to take a bath, and she will do it whenever she wants.

Sometimes she would feel empty, after all, the person who gave her the money was a little stingy, but considering the huge amount of money and such a good life, she could endure it.

But this time it was a little strange. The man hadn't come for a while, and he didn't do some of the things he promised her.

Because it was the other party who contacted her all along, she couldn't contact the man and didn't know what happened.

She would not contact the other party actively. Who the hell wants to be fucked for no reason? She is not addicted to it, and the man's level is only average.

While she was taking a shower, the doorbell suddenly rang. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and shouted "I'm on the way" twice, but the person at the door seemed not to hear her.

From ringing the doorbell to slamming the door, she was a little angry.

The rent of this apartment is not cheap, or in other words, the rent of apartments in the Bay Area, even the most remote ones, will not be very low, because this is the Bay Area, a representative of the wealthy area.

Since it is a wealthy area, people's quality is relatively higher.

She didn't lower the safety bolt and opened the door a crack. Several men were standing outside the door. "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm Kent's brother, my name is Will." The man standing in the front looked at her, making her feel inexplicably uneasy.

Kent was the man who kept her. She knew that he was just after novelty, her looks and her figure, but for the sake of money, she didn't care.

"I haven't seen him in a while," she said, but made no move to let the other person in.

Will looked at her, "Are you sure you want to talk to me at the door, about what's going on between you and my brother?"

The woman was still very alert. "I can't confirm your identity. Maybe you just heard these things from somewhere. I can't..."

Will pulled out a picture of him and Kent, "Now what?"

The woman hesitated, and Will continued, "He's dead, and I need to know something."

"Oh my God!" the woman was shocked. "I can let you in, but your friends..." She looked at the other muscular men who had "I'm not someone you can mess with" expressions on their faces.

"They'll be outside."

The woman didn't insist, pulled the safety bolt, and Kent walked in.

"It's the apartment my brother rented." This was an affirmative sentence, because he had looked up this apartment and realized that there was a woman here who was kept by his brother.

He knew that his brother had a mistress, but he didn't know the details until recently.

He sat on the sofa. The woman was a little embarrassed. She was only wrapped in a bath towel. "I'll go change my clothes."

Will didn't stop her, and soon she changed into a set of home summer clothes. To be honest, it was a bit revealing and her nipples were exposed.

"How he died."

"Someone used something to rupture his stomach, and he died from excessive blood loss."

"Did he call you during those few days at the beginning of last month? What did he say?"

The woman recalled for a while and shook her head. "I don't have any impression."

Will frowned. "Listen, I don't want to waste time with you. This is related to whether I can find the murderer. You'd better recall it carefully."

Kent's death made the woman a little irritable, which meant that she would soon move out of here, and she would no longer have the living expenses of several hundred dollars a month. She had no advantages except her beauty, and it was too difficult to find the next man who was willing to spend so much money on her!

How could such a good person die?

These anxious and irritable emotions affected her, and now all she could think about was who could be the next sponsor, rather than Kent's phone call with him and what they said.

Will had a violent impulse in his heart. He suddenly leaned forward, grabbed the woman's hair, and pressed her head hard on the coffee table!
With a thud, she let out a scream and a big bump appeared on her forehead.

Will leaned over her, looking at her. "Now, tell me the fuck, did he say anything to you?"

The sudden attack made the woman panic. She began to feel scared. "I don't know, I don't know anything!"

"You spend his money, live in the house he rented for you, and all your food, clothing and expenses are his. Now he's in trouble, and you don't know anything?"

Will hit the woman hard on the face several times, and the woman began to beg Will to let her go.

The noises also alarmed the neighbors. The young man from the neighbor's house put his ear against the wall and listened for a while, and heard a woman's screams.

He remembered the charming look of the woman just now, and his blood began to boil. He pushed open the door with the bat of the Hornets, the baseball team in the neighboring city, and saw three strong men standing in the corridor.

The three of them looked towards him, one of them lifted up his shirt and pinched his waist, revealing his gun bag just right.

The boy's blood ran cold. He looked at the bat in his hand and threw it back behind the door. "I just..." He pointed to the door, then to the elevator, and ran back to pick up the bat. "I'm going out to play baseball."

"Go back, close the door, take the dirty magazine and give yourself a hand job in the bathroom, don't call the police, don't tell anyone else, forget everything that happened today, I have memorized your face, don't get yourself into trouble."

"Also, you are not allowed to leave your house until you get the shot."

The boy forced a small smile, then went back to his room and locked the door.

He honestly picked up a magazine and went to the bathroom, but no matter what, he didn't feel anything.

On the other side, the woman whose face was swollen suddenly thought of something. She waved her arms and said, "Don't hit me, I got it, I got it!"

Will stopped the violence, sat back on the sofa, and lit a cigarette, "You better really think about it."

The woman said with a look of fear, "The last time Kent called me, he told me that he met a fool and ripped him off for 1,500 yuan. He wanted to take me out shopping..."

Will exhaled heavily and rebuttoned the sleeves of his shirt that he had just unbuttoned. "Do you know who he blackmailed?"

"I...I don't know."

Will shook his shoulders, letting his clothes, which had been twisted by the large movements, return to their original position. "Tell me the time."

The woman said a time and he remembered it.

Two minutes later, the boy who was still working hard in the toilet suddenly heard a scream coming from outside the balcony. He put down the magazine and ran out with his pants picked up. A large group of people had gathered downstairs, and the charming lady next to him was lying on the ground.

Will sat in the car, watching the blood gradually spread from under her body, and then asked the driver to drive.

Since she is her brother's favorite toy, she should be sent to hell to accompany Kent. At least he won't be too lonely.

The woman's death soon attracted the attention of the police. The police knocked on the boy's door. The boy curled up in the corner, not daring to move.

In the end, they could only confirm that there was no one in this household.

The next day, a rumor spread in the Bay Area that a woman suffering from depression had jumped off a building. This kind of bizarre news can indeed attract people's attention and spread it.

Almost everyone doesn’t care what the truth is. They only care about whether they participated in this social event and what role they played.

Regardless of whether the role is glorious or not.

Will, who returned to the Empire District and was collecting information, knew that he was one step closer to the truth.

Kent was still running the casino during those days, and the one good thing about this bastard was that he was willing to listen to him.

Will tells him that as long as his casino is open, he shouldn't go anywhere, and if he wants to get out, he should close the casino first.

And don't cause trouble when you go out. Will knows very well how many tough guys there are in this city, and Kent is not the kind of person who can deal with them.

If there was ever a place where he could blackmail someone, it was in his casino.

As long as he knew what happened in the casino, he would be able to find the person who killed Kent. He believed that day was not far away!
On the other side, Lance came to Alberto's office wearing new clothes, and Alberto asked him to meet.

Although Lance didn't know what he was going to say, he already had a rough guess - the wine!

The prices of these Gold Label La Boheme whiskies have skyrocketed. According to the current market conditions, they are worth a total of half a million.

This is an incredible fortune, and the price may go even higher if it is kept for a while longer!
And the fact is, it is indeed so...

(End of this chapter)