Shadow Empire

Chapter 598 Talents emerge in large numbers
After ten o'clock in the evening, the people who had gone out had returned one after another, some of them still cursing.

They went to the casino.

It is hard not to visit the Jingang Casino when you come to Jingang City. In the federal tourism magazine, the Jingang Casino has become a must-see project when you come to Jingang City.

Even if you don't gamble, you should go in and see one of the largest casinos on the East Coast.

Come and experience the glamorous life!

Just think about it, from the moment you enter the hall, you will see young and beautiful girls and handsome boys. They are wearing clothes specially made for them by the company, which maximizes their body advantages.

Whether it is a male escort or a female escort, they can give every guest who comes here the greatest and most extreme enjoyment!
Everywhere you look are players squandering money. The concept of wealth here is really like what is described in the books, just a meaningless number.

But everyone’s mind is going crazy and mad around these numbers!
Many miracles of wealth are staged here every day. There are a lot of sayings in the local area, such as "enter the casino with twenty dollars and take out twenty thousand dollars", all of which point to this huge casino.

This is a place of miracles, but also a place of sadness. Every day, many people lose their last penny here, and some even borrow money from loan sharks and lose the money they borrowed.

But no matter what, as long as you come to Jingang City, you should come and take a look and take a look around.

So these bikers and gangsters from the north, those who were interested in gambling, also went to Jingang Casino, where they felt the blood rushing and boiling in their veins!
From time to time, you can hear a player's ecstatic laughter, or the questioning of some people who are unwilling to accept the results.

Everyone's mind is constantly changing with the gambling tools in the dealer's hands.

In just one afternoon and one evening, this group of people basically lost all their money.

"Fuck, that dealer must be cheating on the poker, he keeps winning!" Someone couldn't help but complain, he had been complaining all the way!
The people around him were also complaining, but they were complaining about something else, "Why don't we have Lance Poker over there?"

“Is this the game they just released?”

"This is so much fun, much more fun than all those other poker games."

"Did you see the hand in position four?"

"He drew a single and blew away the biggest pair, it was hilarious!"

"Luck is no longer the key to winning or losing. There is also a psychological battle in the game. This kind of game should be popularized quickly!"

Others among them also played Lance Poker and they all loved it.

The contest of IQ makes them feel that they are not stupid. If someone can scare away other big names through some intimidation or other means, then they will be even happier!

They discussed everything in the casino and even forgot the fact that they hadn't had dinner yet.

The strong mental stimulation made them not feel any hunger, and they were only thinking about the exciting game matches.

The group returned to the hotel. The hotel here was very cheap. It only cost 20 cents to get a bed. There were eight beds in each room because this was an industrial area.

The majority of people in the industrial zone are not rich people, but ordinary people who work here or look for jobs.

At the same time, the flow of people here is not small and very mixed.

There are locals, there are illegal immigrants, there are legal immigrants, and now there are refugees.

Living here won't attract much attention, and no one will care why these people who look tough appear here.

After they all went in, a tailer got out of the car, walked to the phone booth and dialed a number.

About ten minutes later, more than a dozen cars arrived here.

It was late at night, and Lance also came to take a look. Of course, he stayed on the periphery instead of running inside.

As they surrounded the hotel, one of them walked into the side yard and found the bikers' motorcycles.

Although these motorcycles have keys, the keys of that period could only protect against gentlemen, not villains.

The locksmith simply used two special tools to fiddle with the keyhole, and soon one of the motorcycles was pried open.

"Stay away," a newly appointed captain warned. After watching the locksmith walk away for a distance, he stepped hard on the starter and stepped on the accelerator.

It was set on fire amid the rumbling sound of the locomotive engine.

The "tongtongtong" sound from the jet pipe spread far away in the quiet night. The hotel was a three-story building. The lights in several rooms on the second floor that had been turned off suddenly lit up, and curses could be heard faintly.

Then several windows were pushed open, and the dark figure riding the motorcycle stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle drove out of the parking lot.

"Fuck, someone is stealing our car!"

Several people ran downstairs with their things, and Jordan woke up from his drowsy sleep.

He rubbed his eyes and walked to the window and looked outside. It was dark outside and he couldn't see anything, but he could vaguely hear some sounds.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

One of his men laughed and said, "A motorcycle was stolen, but we don't know who it belongs to."

The cars they drove over were all gang property, but the motorcycles were personal property.

That's why those people who came by on bikes were so angry and worried, and Jordan couldn't help but smile.

Before coming here, he told us not to ride a bike for such a long distance.

But these people just don’t listen, they just want to go on a ride without any preparation!

So much time was wasted along the way because of these bastards. Either the tires were flat or they ran out of gas along the way, so they had to drive to the gas station to get the gas back for them to fill up.

Or maybe they couldn't bear the wind and had to slow down, otherwise they would have arrived at Jingang City long ago.

"Serves you right!" Jordan said, and went back to his bed and lay down again.

This kind of thing would only happen in Jingang City. In northern cities, many people knew about the Angel of Death, and those motorcycles had the Angel of Death logo on them.

Any thief, unless he has a mental problem, would not steal the property of the Angel of Death.

Not to mention that no one would buy these motorcycles unless they didn't want to live anymore.

These vicious and violent gangs often treat those who are "not afraid" of them in an extreme way, as if this is the only way to make everyone afraid of them.

But here, they are not that famous, and not even many people know them.

"Hou Lixie, my car was stolen, and the thief hasn't gone far yet, brothers, chase him!"

The riders immediately rode their motorcycles towards the direction where the engine sound came from in the distance, and the lights in the room on the second floor were turned off again.

They did not feel any sense of crisis, they just felt... this was a small episode.

After those people on motorcycles walked away and the people surrounding the hotel began to approach the hotel, Hiram did not rush to the front line. Although he wanted to, he also knew that he was no longer suitable to be on the front line.

As the Lance family grows in size, everyone's status, power, and influence are also rising.

They represent not only themselves, but also the "small groups" around them.

For example, the low-level gang members who came for this operation all had a good relationship with him and their group.

When it comes to missions, Hiram will take the initiative to find them, and they are willing to work with Hiram and his team.

The size of the family is constantly expanding, and as it expands, it seems that invisible walls are appearing one after another, separating some people from others.

At the beginning, when there were only Lance, Erwin, and Ethan, there were only about twenty of them in total.

We are all brothers, we are familiar with each other and understand each other very well.

But now, they can no longer recognize all of them, and they have never even heard of many gang members.

The formation of small groups is also something that is bound to happen as the family expands.

In order to ensure the future of those who followed him to fight for their lives, Hiram began to restrain his impulses.

The people he values ​​are all tough guys.

Except for the people guarding outside, everyone else entered the hotel quietly with weapons in hand.

The dozing innkeeper saw a figure moving. Just as he was about to perk up and ask if the guest needed accommodation or had any other needs, he was suddenly startled and all his sleepiness disappeared!

Those people looked at him with cold eyes as if they were looking at a dead man. One of the young men made a gesture to keep quiet, accompanied by a "hush" sound.

The boss immediately covered his mouth to show that he would not make a sound. He noticed that those people had red armbands on their sleeves, and his fear dissipated a little.

It has never been heard that Lance's people would hurt innocent people unless they were provoked first.

The boss didn't think he would offend the Lance family, so tonight, everything had nothing to do with him.

He loosened his hand and whispered, "Do you need my cooperation?"

The young man smiled and shook his head, "Just sit there."

As they were talking, they went upstairs. The people who had turned on the lights had already made them remember those rooms. They came to the corridor and could hear faint snoring sounds all around them.

But not entirely. If you listen carefully, you can hear some people humming.

There are refugee women who cannot find jobs nearby and work here, earning only one dollar or even a few tens of cents each time, which is very cheap even in the port area.

For workers who do heavy physical labor every day, they are actually accustomed to physical fatigue, but the main fatigue is mental fatigue.

The future is invisible, everything is shrouded in black smoke from the chimneys, and there is not a ray of light in life.

They need to vent and need some stimulation.

The women who need help in these cheap hotels become their best choice.

They helped others, gained moral rewards, and also resolved psychological pressure by venting. Everyone got what they wanted.

The hotel owner rented out a single room, the refugee woman gained a fortune that ensured she and her family had enough to eat, and the workers were relieved of their anxiety.

No one suffers a loss here, everyone gets what they want, and society becomes stable as a result, but the federal government thinks this is wrong and illegal.

But those masters used the power in their hands to do similar things and became romantic. Sometimes I really can't understand this world and which side is real.

The young man gripped the door handle, looked at his companions outside the other two doors, and gestured with his hand.

three……

two……

One!

The three of them opened the door of the room almost at the same time (because someone went out, they did not lock the door) and turned on the light in the room at the same time.

The people lying in the room were once again illuminated by the dazzling light. Some of them turned their heads and lay with their backs to the light, cursing, while others simply covered their eyes with their arms.

But there were also people who sat up angrily.

"Can he fucking..." He suddenly stopped talking because what was in front of him was not his companion, but a pistol.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head.

At this moment, his heart was excited, yet calm. He didn't even move to look for his pistol. He just looked at the man who was pointing the pistol at him.

He wanted to ask himself if he could smoke a cigarette before dying, but the next second, a bullet blew off half of his face and he fell on the bed with a thud.

The sound of gunfire can be heard far away at night.

The first gunshot was like a signal, and soon intense gunfire rang out, but only for a moment, lasting less than ten seconds.

Then everything returned to calm.

Everyone in the hotel was awakened, but no one dared to make a sound.

In the last few rooms in the corridor, those who had been humming just now also shut up at this moment.

The young man looked around with a pistol in his hand, and his eyes fell on an arm that was trembling slightly.

He walked to the bed with a gun in hand. The person on the bed had been shot twice in the chest. He had his eyes closed and did not move at all. Even his chest did not move at all, as if he was really dead.

But the strange thing was that his hands were still shaking slightly, shaking uncontrollably.

He looked at the man, and he happened to block the light from shining on the face of this "corpse", and just looked at him.

Sometimes time goes by very fast, but sometimes it goes by very slow, just like right now.

After a stalemate of about ten seconds, the "corpse" finally couldn't stand the huge pressure and suddenly opened his eyes, but he was greeted by another bullet.

The young man inspected the object once more before putting the gun away.

Soon someone came up with body bags to hold the bodies. The bodies would be disposed of overnight and would not become a source of panic among the citizens.

Now Lans attaches great importance to the "experience" of citizens.

This kind of work definitely didn't need to be done by the young man himself. He walked downstairs, lit a cigarette, tilted his head to glance at the boss, and walked over.

"I've damaged your bed and wall panels. I may have to trouble you to deal with the bedding and clean up the bloodstains."

The young man held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head slightly, so that the cigarette butt would stick upwards to prevent the smoke from the cigarette butt from smoking his eyes.

It is very uncomfortable to have your eyes stung by cigarette smoke. It feels very pungent and very uncomfortable.

He pulled out a stack of five-dollar bills from his pocket. He counted out ten and put them on the table. "This will cover the cost of their accommodation."

The boss was not afraid and continued to push it, "It's too much, we don't need so much."

The young man reached out and took the cigarette from his lips, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "You'd better take it."

The boss's expression froze, but looking at the half-smile on the other person's face, he sighed, "Okay..." He put the money away and was silent for two seconds, "Thank you."

The young man raised his hand and waved, then walked outside.

He walked to a car parked diagonally across the street, flicked away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, then bent down and looked towards the back seat of the car, "Boss, it's done."

"Is anyone hurt?" Lance asked.

The young man shook his head, "No, they didn't even have time to react."

Lance nodded slightly, "It's done."

The young man was very humble, "It's our honor to serve you!"

Lance laughed, "Do your job well and everyone will have a chance!"

At the same time, several motorcycles that chased out finally blocked the car thief in a remote open space. The car thief also stopped the car and stood there.

"Fuck, keep running!"

The guy whose car was stolen stepped down from the back seat of his companion's motorcycle, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and prepared to teach the car thief a lesson.

But the next second, many car headlights suddenly lit up, forcing him to squint his eyes. The people behind him also squinted their eyes because their eyes could not adapt to the strong light so quickly.

But they didn't have a chance to adapt.

A few seconds later, gunshots rang out.

The car thief just stood there and watched silently as those people were shot to pieces.

After the gunfire stopped, he walked to the body of the man who was walking towards him, bent down to pick up the dagger in his hand, and an expression of "I like this thing very much" appeared on his face.

Then he pulled off the scabbard and placed it in his own hand.

He walked to the side of the road and dialed the number of another phone booth.

In the dark night, the area opposite the hotel where fierce gunfire had just broken out was completely quiet without any noise.

The telephone booth on the roadside suddenly started ringing, making some people who were already scared feel inexplicably creepy.

The call was quickly picked up, and then hung up just as quickly. The person who answered the phone returned to Lance's car and bent down, "Boss, those riders have been dealt with."

Lance nodded again, then looked at the driver in the front seat, "Go back."

The car started slowly, and several other cars not far away also started up, forming a convoy with Lance's car and disappearing into the night of Jingang City...

(End of this chapter)