Shadow Empire

Chapter 509: Strength and Shackles

When real estate developers design houses for the middle class, they always reserve a garage for them.

The middle class sometimes pursues quality and style of life more than the upper class. This is a very interesting social phenomenon, because the middle class always believes that "if you make yourself better, your life will be better."

They would ask for their house to have a yard, and some even hope to plant a big tree in their yard, or put down a swing set so that their children can play in the yard.

They also require their house to have a garage and that the garage is connected to the main building.

This way, when it rains, they don't have to rush out of the car and have the damn raindrops fall on their clothes that cost hundreds of dollars.

There were a lot of things in the garage that weren't normally used, and they were piled up here, along with some tools, which provided some cover for the deputy sheriff.

He was breathing heavily, pulled out the magazine of his pistol and took a look. There were only four bullets left.

He had to get back to the car, or back to the room, where he kept a shotgun.

The distance from where he was hiding to the door to the room was about five meters, which sounded like just a blink of an eye.

But it was just a blink of an eye, enough for those people to kill him several times.

His mind was in a mess. He looked up at the gunmen hiding behind some bunkers outside the garage, observing him with guns raised. His adrenaline was skyrocketing like never before.

He took a deep breath and suddenly fired a few shots, causing the gunman outside's neck to shrink. With the help of maybe one or two seconds, he rushed into the room.

He fell heavily to the ground, and shouts of "He was robbed" were heard from outside.

The deputy sheriff's face flushed slightly. He looked at his wife and son who were standing in the living room holding the phone and screaming, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes!
Their arrival was such an unfortunate opportunity, or rather, it was such a coincidence that he was not prepared at all.

His son looked at his bleeding leg in horror, "You've been shot!"

The deputy sheriff nodded, but he was too busy saying anything to his son now, as he could hear the men approaching his house.

The loose floorboards that his wife had always asked him to fix but he never had the time to fix screamed under the weight.

The creaking sound was terrifying!

He skipped to the utility room under the stairs on the first floor and took out his shotgun, a Stuart shotgun, a very classic style with a feed mechanism at the buttstock.

The bullets can be stuffed in one by one through the guide groove of the buttstock, and a maximum of seven plus one bullet can be provided. He gripped the shotgun tightly, tore open the bullet box with trembling hands, and installed the bullets!
A dark shadow had appeared outside the door. He pushed the last bullet in and loaded the rifle directly. The simple but ingenious mechanical structure of the shotgun began to work.

A bullet was pushed into the chamber by a push rod, and the hammer was pushed open in the process.

The deputy sheriff raised his shotgun and fired at the shadow outside the door!
boom!
His wife was so scared that she dropped the phone, and his son fell to the ground. A shadow outside the door swayed, and someone screamed!
His face was covered with beads of sweat. The orange-yellow bullets were ejected from the ejector and the sweat beads fell into his eyes.

He blinked his eyes, an instinctive reaction. At the same time, the sound of the back door opening came from the kitchen. The moment he turned around, the front door was kicked open!
Being attacked from both sides, the moment he turned around, he heard gunshots from behind. He felt someone pushing him, and with the gunshot wound on his thigh, he staggered and fell to the ground!

Because of the human instinct when falling, the shotgun in his hand pointed downwards and fired a shot at the floor, and then it slipped out of his hand and fell to the side.

The police station operator answered from the receiver that was still shaking on the side of the cabinet, "Ma'am, was that a gunshot?"

But no one could answer it.

The deputy sheriff's wife knelt on the ground, holding her head and looking at her husband who had fallen to the ground in horror. Her son looked roughly the same.

The deputy sheriff felt that his breathing was a little labored. He looked down and found that there was no injury on his chest, but the injury was on his back.

His lung must have been punctured. If he doesn't go to the hospital now, he basically won't survive with this injury.

His current posture made it difficult to shoot, and the gun was not in his hand.

He turned around with difficulty and leaned against the corner, breathing heavily. Several young men walked in from outside with guns in their hands.

The deputy sheriff was a little surprised. He thought he would be terrified, scared, and even beg the other party to spare him.

But now he didn't feel the slightest fear. He didn't feel... afraid or panic just because he was about to die.

He just raised his head and looked at the familiar-looking young man in front of him, "It's me you're looking for. My family is innocent. Let them go!"

His wife was so nervous that she couldn't speak, and his son looked at him with tears in his eyes, as if begging him to save him.

But now, he could do nothing but lie here and feel the life disappearing from his body bit by bit.

The young man looked down at him with a smile that made him very uncomfortable. "Think carefully, how did you answer that night?"

The deputy sheriff suddenly looked dejected and old. He lowered his head and his eyes lost their luster.

He didn't even have time to say anything before a bullet shot into his vestibule, causing him to fall to one side with a violent jolt. The young man shook his head, looked at the other two people in the room who couldn't even cry, and nodded slightly.

The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the room in an instant. Occasionally, the flames from the muzzle would cast some shadows on the wall. Although it only lasted for a moment, it became eternal.

The gunshots in the room continued intensely for a while, about ten seconds, and then these young people helped an unlucky guy who was shot back to the car and quickly left the scene.

The deputy sheriff's house finally became quiet again, as if no one had come here and it had lost nothing.

The light in the deputy sheriff's eyes completely disappeared. He seemed to be thinking, feeling upset and regretful.

But that's how life is. For a question, you only have one chance to choose.

If those young people had failed that night, their fate would have been the same as the deputy sheriff's family, or even worse.

In such a situation, whether a person is innocent or not is actually not that important. In the end, those young lives will only become cold numbers in the newspaper.

They survived, and it had nothing to do with others. No one gave them any gifts. They survived by fighting hard on their own.

But the deputy sheriff seemed to lack some luck, he didn't make it, that's all.

The group left quickly, but unfortunately they took a wounded person with them when they left.

The bad news is that the unlucky guy was shot when he broke the door, and the bullet must have penetrated his chest.

But the good news is that they will go to the hospital to solve this problem now.

Ten minutes later, seven or eight police cars arrived. Someone in the community called the police. They heard fierce gunfire here, which also involved the residences of police officers. The police station attached great importance to it and immediately sent a large group of people over.

If the police hadn't been involved, they would have had to wait at least five minutes.

They tried very hard to get here, but they were still a step too late.

When they pushed open the door, the first policeman turned around and said "God". He couldn't bear to look at the miserable situation of the three people in the room.

"The deputy sheriff, his wife and children are all dead..."

They searched the entire house but found no one else, and the forensic doctor arrived late.

Looking at the body riddled with bullet holes, the forensic doctor, wearing gloves, gave his professional judgment - it was suspected to be done by the Lance family.

The Lance family is already well-known in the field of forensic medicine in Jingang City. Forensic doctors do not like to deal with the bodies of people killed by members of the Lance family because it is very troublesome to deal with.

Especially that madman Hiram, who could shoot fifty-five bullets into one person's body, which was a terrible challenge for forensics.

He had to find every bullet point in the shattered flesh, and then piece together the pieces as best he could and put them together by category.

The bullet will tumble after entering the human body, and the huge force will tear apart the delicate organs.

Various tissue fluids, body fluids, fluids secreted by internal organs and blood mixed together in the chest and abdominal cavity. The pungent smell was so bad that it made people vomit yesterday's dinner!

These corpses are also in line with the style of the Lance family. After their death, they were injected with a large number of bullets. They are so recognizable!
The murder of the deputy sheriff at home is absolutely a provocation to the federal police and a slap in the face!
Hunter knew about it firsthand because the deputy sheriff was also his second in command, the deputy chief of police.

But after his rage, he found that he could do nothing!
He banged the table hard, and the police officers outside the door were so scared that they dared not make any sound.

"Bring back all the witnesses!"

Ten minutes later, they brought back a bunch of eyewitnesses. Hunter personally supervised the interrogation of these witnesses. He also took out some photos on his own initiative, but these witnesses did not provide the results he wanted.

Yes, Lance took no part in this revenge, as it should be.

He is now a "Boss", not a small character, and has a lot of people waiting to work for him.

At this critical and tense moment, he would not be stupid enough to go and kill the deputy sheriff's family himself.

Hunter sat back in his chair dejectedly. Even though everyone knew that Lance had instigated this, they had no evidence!

Lance is no longer a small character, and any frame-up will work on him.

If you want to actually catch Lance and send him to prison, you must have actual and effective evidence.

Hunter looked at the old photos on the table, and the police badge on his head sparkled in the sun.

He had never been more dissatisfied with it than he was now.

It makes you successful, but also limits you!
(End of this chapter)