Shadow Empire

Chapter 146 Attitude, Rumors, and Escape [Monthly Ticket 666+1]
A policeman soon appeared at the intersection, shouting "woohoo!". The landlord of a house stood in front of the policeman and complained.

The outer wall of his house was hit so hard that some of the windows were even cracked!
But he didn't know who to contact about this matter, so he could only contact the police, and he was the first one to call the police.

He thought it was a car accident until he heard a heavy gunfire exchange.

Officer Hunter put on gloves, lifted the cordon and stepped into the scene. There were two cars, one parked in the middle of the road, and the other close to the wall, and the body of the car was severely deformed.

He first walked towards the car parked in the middle of the road. Just with a casual glance, he had a familiar feeling, as if... he had seen what happened to this car somewhere before.

Where have you seen it?

Many crime scenes flashed through his mind, and he finally locked onto the photo of a gang fight not long ago. Will died outside the car, and all the cars at the scene were like this, full of bullet holes.

There was high-wattage lighting equipment on site, which clearly showed the marks left by the tires skidding on the ground.

"The attackers were in at least two cars. They surrounded the car and started shooting. The people inside didn't even have time to react before they were all killed."

"Very professional, very sharp methods. These people are veterans." Officer Hunter walked to the side of the car and glanced inside. The four men were dead.

"The medical examiner didn't come?"

"Not yet. They said they couldn't find their car keys."

He shook his head slightly, then walked towards the twisted and deformed car in the corner. The police officer who was responsible for maintaining order at the scene followed him.

As they walked, he introduced the situation here. "The one who died was a senior cadre of the Camilla Gang. He was first hit by a truck, and then pushed into this corner of the wall."

"The driver died of asphyxiation due to compression and had no other injuries."

"... this... guy was killed by a submachine gun at close range."

"At least more than one pound," Officer Hunter suddenly said, which made the officer in charge at the scene a little confused.

"I'm sorry, Officer Hunter, what did you say?"

Officer Hunter pulled his head back from the car window, walked outside the cordon, took out a cigarette and lit it.

He had just eaten something as a midnight snack during his shift when he saw such a bloody scene. Although he had seen more disgusting things, it did make him feel uncomfortable, so he smoked a cigarette to calm his nerves.

"I say, there is at least one pound of bullet in this unfortunate fellow's body."

He exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "First, collect the evidence at the scene and send it to my office. I am in charge of this case."

Will, Liam, and this unlucky guy.

Officer Hunter heard about the fight between the Camilla Gang and the Lance Family and was extremely surprised by the final outcome. There was no doubt that they had set out for revenge.

He looked around, but there was actually no scene or evidence to collect. He had seen the crime scenes of this group of people, and they were all handled very cleanly.

Sometimes they are so sophisticated that they don’t look like a newly formed small team at all, but sometimes they are indeed very immature.

At least when it comes to how to make others hear what they say clearly, they are still very immature.

Hunter returned to the police station and asked the assistant chief on duty, "I went to the scene, and it's very likely that Lance and his men did it."

"Someone said they saw three people shooting around the car and they put at least 60 bullets into his body, which is another interesting challenge for the forensics."

Finding each bullet from the shattered pieces of internal organs might be a good game for a forensic doctor when he's bored.

"Chief, should we warn them, or..." He didn't continue.

The assistant director was smoking a cigarette. He didn't like pipes. Who the hell could like pipes and stuff their own tobacco?
But he wouldn't tell anyone, and sometimes he would bring some tobacco to Chief Charlie.

It was obviously bought at a high price, but it was put in a cheap box and claimed to be made by a relative in the countryside.

Everyone has irresistible moments.

The assistant chief knew what Officer Hunter meant. He thought for a moment and said, "Go and make contact."

Officer Hunter stood up with a playful smile, saluted casually, and walked to the door, saying, "I'll come as soon as I have any news."

"But it's unlikely that we'll find him during this time. They've all disappeared!"

Soon, everyone who should know about this knew about it, and Lance began to seek revenge!

Moreover, they also know that this is just the beginning!
The next morning, William drove his worthless car to the private parking lot of City Hall. As soon as he got out of the car, he heard people discussing the shooting case last night.

Six people, five were shot dead, and the case spread quickly among some people.

The name "Lance" also caught his attention, and he kept it in mind.

After arriving at the office, he simply handled the work at hand and then found a friend with whom he had a good relationship.

The two of them took their cups to the tea room, which was a good place to laze around. The old coffee machine gave them a good reason to stay here longer.

William stood in front of the coffee machine and hit the broken machine hard. "I heard that they replaced all the toilets in the whole building, but the coffee machine was the only one they didn't replace."

His colleague couldn't help laughing. "Although the coffee machine is old, it can at least be used. If the toilet explodes, it's not a question of whether to go to the toilet or not."

The two smiled at each other, and William talked about something he didn't know much about. "I heard people say that Lance was in some gang. What happened to them?" His colleague obviously knew more about these things than he did. "Lance is the Lance Family, an organization in the Triangle District...similar to a neighborhood family."

"It's hard to say. I don't know much about it. They don't collect protection money, nor do they rob or coerce others. They just lend money to those who need it and help illegal immigrants find jobs."

“Sometimes I think they should be working here because they do more than us!”

They solved the problem of residents having no money, helped capitalists find cheap labor, solved the problem of illegal immigrants causing the decline in urban security, and there may be other problems. In short, they did solve a lot of problems.

Much better than some people who just sit in the office and give orders.

"And then?" William began to make coffee, which took a while. "What happened to them?"

"The Camilla gang said they had some conflict with them. I don't know much about it. Then two of their cadres died."

"You know, they take this kind of thing very seriously. It's a matter of face, so they are determined to retaliate."

"Then the two groups fought for an hour. The Camilla gang outnumbered the Lance family and fought for more than an hour. Hundreds of people died, but they still lost."

"Hundreds of people?" William asked in disbelief!
His colleague didn't think the number he said was exaggerated at all. "Do you want to hear it from me or from you?"

William was stunned for two seconds, “Listen to you.”

"Then shut up!" His colleague seemed to be very involved and spoke excitedly, "Then yesterday was the revenge of the Lance family, and the person who died was a senior cadre of the Camilla Gang."

"If you go to the Empire District now, you will find that there are many people from the Camilla Gang on the streets. They are looking for people from the Lance family everywhere."

"As long as they enter the Imperial Zone, they will be discovered!"

"And, William, you can take down the coffee pot!"

"What?" He turned his head and saw the lid of the coffee pot was about to pop up, so he quickly took it off the special stove. "God, it almost popped out."

As he poured the coffee, he asked, "And now?"

He shrugged at the same time, "Not sure, but revenge is definitely not over. We are all guessing how far it will go in the end."

William returned to the office with a heavy heart. He was not worried about Lance, but about his daughter.

With a boyfriend like this, she won’t be implicated, right?
At the same time, the seed of desire planted in his heart by Lance was watered for the first time and began to sprout.

He is a true Federalist, and if we ignore the level of his official position, he can be said to be an orthodox Federalist.

His ancestors were large farmers, and he knew better than Lance what the core of this society was.

If Lance can gain some fame this time, it might be an opportunity for him.

He now desperately wants to contact Lance, but he can't, so he has to go back and ask his daughter.

In fact, it wasn't just him, or Patricia couldn't contact Lance, even Alberto couldn't contact him.

This also means that their trip to Yalan may have to be postponed, but he doesn't care. He also wants to know the result, and many people want to know.

Even some people from the five major families began to pay attention to Lance and the Lance family.

The death of one of their companions was enough to panic the four remaining senior members of the Camilla Gang, and one of them decided to hide in the countryside.

He didn't even dare to leave with too many people, but took advantage of the darkness and escaped in the middle of the night with two trusted aides.

Of course, he also told his other subordinates what to do and what to do until he came back.

The all-night drive made the three men mentally exhausted. In order to go a little further, they drove until noon before stopping at a motel on the side of the road.

When the three of them woke up from a sound sleep, it was already dark.

Actually it’s not too late, but it gets dark earlier in winter.

There was a small restaurant downstairs in the motel. The three of them ordered some food to fill their stomachs. They were no longer interested in richness or deliciousness.

While wolfing down their food, they discussed their next itinerary and speculated about the current situation in the city.

"We have people in Valley City too. Let's hide there for a while. Once the situation here stabilizes, we'll consider whether to come back."

"I'm very pessimistic about Heller now. He's not brave at all. He should take the responsibility for the trouble he caused, but now he's hiding at home and making us a target!"

While the three were talking, the bell hanging on the restaurant door suddenly rang.

The dozing girl stood up and said with a forced smile, "Welcome to Oasis Motel Restaurant."

Four guys walked in wearing long trench coats, hats, formal suits and red ties.

This kind of high-end clothes made the girl feel a little more energetic, but these people didn't seem to be here to eat. They suddenly turned around and looked at the three people who were eating next to them.

Just as the girl was about to tell them to order at the bar, the four men almost simultaneously lifted up their windbreakers and pulled out a submachine gun from the hem of their windbreakers as she stared in amazement...

(End of this chapter)