Shadow Empire

Chapter 617 This is the end

The phone line suddenly went dead, which is not a good thing.

Under the cover of night, nothing could be seen outside the window, and there was nothing unusual under the dim street lights, but the quieter it was, the more uneasy he felt.

He quickly opened the drawer and found a semi-automatic pistol inside. He checked the magazine, pulled the bolt, turned off the safety, and put two spare magazines into his pockets.

He came out of the study and saw his wife reading a magazine in the living room.

Although televisions have begun to appear and can broadcast programs, there are still only a few families who can afford and are willing to buy them.

However, some experts say that in five years at most, television will become popular and enter thousands of households.

TV-related industries are becoming a hot topic for people to invest in, and "watching movies at home" has also become the promotional slogan for TV. Although people cannot afford it, it does not prevent people from talking about it.

Just like the middle class talks about luxury cars and the lower classes talk about houses, they may know more about these things than the manufacturers and developers themselves!

They actually have three more children, but all three are not in Jingang City, but in other places.

One of the children works at the Maintenon town hall, and the other two also work as civil servants in their hometown.

He would not transfer his children unless he could ensure that he would keep his word, because this would likely become a handle for others to attack him.

Even the children want to come here.

So there were only him and his wife in the house, and a maid, but she had already gone back.

"Dear..." The woman saw her husband walking out of the study with a serious expression and a pistol in his hand. She exclaimed at first, but then covered her mouth.

The deputy director quickly walked to his side, comforted him with a few words, and then picked up the phone in the living room. There was still no sound, and the phone line was cut off.

"We might be in trouble." He looked at his wife, trying not to look scared.

He knew that if he showed fear at this moment, his wife would collapse.

He wouldn't do that, wouldn't let his wife break down, he could only force himself to calm down.

His wife's body was shaking and her eyes were filled with fear.

"what happened?"

The deputy director was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "I'm sorry."

He now knew roughly where the problem lay. He did not immediately agree to be friends with Lance, so from Chief Dale's point of view, that was a rejection.

A person who knows secrets and is unwilling to be their friend should not live in this world.

It was too late for him to regret now, so he took his wife's hand and walked towards the utility room.

The utility room has a small staircase leading down to the basement, below which is the cellar and boiler room.

The boiler room in this type of middle-class community is usually a specially separated room in the basement, and the boiler inside is basically in use all the time to ensure that there is no shortage of hot water in the household.

And those who can afford a single-family house in a middle-class neighborhood will not lack money for boiling water.

He placed his wife in the basement and gave her a Hazardous Materials Administration-issued self-defense revolver. "You know how to use it, right?"

His wife nodded, "Yes, I know, point it at the person I want to shoot and pull the trigger hard."

The deputy director nodded, "Yes, that's right, that's it."

He looked at his wife and gave her one last hug, "Whatever you do, don't trust anyone else without my voice!"

He let go of his wife and went back upstairs.

Just as he was going upstairs, he suddenly heard a slight "zhiya" sound, caused by the twisting of wooden boards after being stepped on.

That board was the sound of the baseboard at the back of the house. A part of the baseboard was damaged when things were being moved before, and then it rained, and the rainwater seeped into it. After being exposed to the sun and the severe winter, the deformation became more and more serious.

Now it makes a sound when he steps on it. He used to hate this sound, but today, he suddenly felt grateful for this sound.

He took a deep breath and held it. His heartbeat sounded like thunder!
The temples also felt a surge of blood from the heart pumping.

He didn't know if it was the adrenaline that started to secrete, but he felt that he was terribly strong at this moment.

He held the gun in both hands, lowered his body, and walked to the intersection of the restaurant and the path leading to the back room. Through the blinds on the back door, he saw a figure who seemed to be unscrewing his back door.

The next moment, he raised his weapon towards the figure and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He is also a law enforcement officer with rich law enforcement experience. He knows very well that being indecisive at such a time would be irresponsible to his own life.

What he didn't expect was that the door was knocked open the moment he fired the shot.

These wooden houses can only defend against civilized people, and have no defense against barbarians.

With a kick, the metal lock tongue directly broke off the wooden lock, wood chips flew everywhere, and the door was kicked open and hit the wall hard.

Glass shattered all over the floor, and then the deputy director heard gunshots coming from all directions, it was very lively.

The whole process lasted less than ten seconds, and after ten seconds, the gunfire stopped.

He staggered into the dining room, holding onto the wall, and sat down on a chair while holding onto the table.

He looked down at his body, which had many small holes on it, and blood was slowly oozing out of it.

He had a bitter smile on his face, "Fuck..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground.

Alan walked to the back door, looked at his subordinate lying on the ground who had been shot twice, squatted down to check his injuries, and found that two bullets hit his chest.

It probably didn't hit the heart, but it's a big problem.

When he breathed, tiny spots of blood came out of his mouth and nose, and he had an obvious feeling of suffocation, which was a sign of massive blood accumulation in the lungs. There was a high possibility that he would not make it to the hospital.

He also sighed, cursed a few words, and then sent his men to send him to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible.

There are many hospitals in the Starlight District. As long as he can hold on a little longer, there is hope of survival.

“Clearance work” is like this, seemingly ordinary, but also full of dangers.

Especially when the target is clearly a gang member or law enforcement officer.

They have weapons in their hands and will pull the trigger without hesitation, which can cause casualties if they are not careful.

As for the situation where there are no casualties at all, it can only appear in outrageous and messy novels.

This is the life of a gangster, kill others or be killed by others.

Hope he can pull through.

Alan's face didn't look good. He walked back into the room and said, "The intelligence said he has a wife. Find her."

The woman hiding in the basement listened to the dense footsteps coming from the floor above, and the sudden and sudden disappearance of fierce gunfire. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.

She knew that her husband had been murdered.

She has no one to rely on anymore and can only rely on herself.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the basement was opened and light shone in from outside, and she was frightened.

With trembling hands, he raised the pistol and pointed it at the stairs coming down. When he saw a pair of legs, he subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Shooting is a very...special skill.

People who have never actually shot will never understand how difficult shooting is. Maybe in their eyes, shooting is as simple as aiming, pulling the trigger, and then hitting the target.

Two very interesting things happened in the federation. In the first, a police officer who had received professional shooting training fired five shots at a distance of five meters because of panic, but none of them hit the target.

Another interesting thing is that someone used an automatic rifle and fired thirty bullets at a distance of ten meters, but missed a single shot.

Shooting is not an easy job, it is difficult.

The deputy chief's wife had never practiced shooting, so when she pulled the trigger with her eyes half closed, the muzzle of the gun had already tilted to some unknown direction!

At the moment the gunshot rang out, a curse of "Fuck" came from the stairs, but fortunately the bullet missed. The recoil of the revolver caused a huge impact on the woman's wrist, which she did not hold tightly and had the desire to resist.

The gun fell to the ground, and she bent down to look for it. Just at this moment, several people rushed down from above...

On the other side, the senior agent who rejected Ponda returned home cursing. Without thinking, he called Director Dell, but Director Dell was not at home at that time.

Chief Dale's wife told him that she would ask him to call the senior agent back when he returned.

Sitting in the living room, he was thinking about things absentmindedly and shaking his legs.

Shaking his legs seemed to bring him some sense of security and some comfortable psychological changes.

But as he thought about it, he couldn't help but stand up and walk back and forth.

His wife looked at him. "What happened?"

"You look very frightened and upset."

The senior agent was stunned for a moment, "Is it so obvious?"

His wife nodded. "Didn't you notice?"

"Your head is all sweaty!"

The senior agent raised his hand to wipe it, and sure enough, it was all sweat. His wife came over and hugged him, putting her head on his chest, "What happened?"

The senior agent didn't know how to explain this. "Today Ponda... Do you know Ponda?"

She nodded, "I know, you told me enough, his position as a senior agent was taken away by someone else before."

"Yes, it's him. I didn't expect that he was actually Lance's man and was planning to win me over."

"I refuse..."

He actually felt a little regretful now. He shouldn't have refused. It wasn't that he wanted to make friends with Ponda and Lance, but he wanted to use this method to delay the other party's reaction time.

You can even pretend to make friends, get more information, and then use it, instead of directly rejecting it like you do now.

He didn't know whether Ponda would get angry or not, nor did he know whether Lance would do something, but he was very uneasy now.

"No, we can't stay here, we have to leave immediately!"

He pulled his wife along, then shouted upstairs, calling out his two children, "Let's go to grandma's house."

The two children didn't know what was going on and immediately cheered.

His wife is from Jingang City, and his parents also live here, but in Xilin District.

The pace of life there is very slow, prices are cheaper than in other areas, there are no gangs or evil forces, and it is not noisy, making it very suitable for elderly people to live in.

The family of four immediately entered the garage and got into his car.

He immediately started the car and stepped on the accelerator to the utmost.

When leaving the community, he suddenly found that several cars were entering the community. He turned his head to take a look, and just one look scared him so much that he almost peed!
The young men sitting in the cars looked like killers, and they were heading towards their houses.

He didn't dare to look again and quickly withdrew his gaze. He saw through the rearview mirror that the other party's car was parked some distance away from his house.

His wife also noticed this, and her eyes were filled with fear, but also joy at having survived the disaster!
The senior agent did not dare to stop and stepped on the accelerator. Under the cover of darkness, the vehicle quickly sped along the city roads.

After Dell had the telephone line cut off, he easily knocked on the door using the skills he learned from the locksmith.

The locksmith has made a great contribution recently. Lance mentioned to him the general appearance of a quick lock-picking tool, and the locksmith quickly made the tool based on the appearance design provided by Lance.

It's like a big key that you can hold. Insert the key into the keyhole, twist it to apply torque, and then drag a small dial pin back and forth, and the door lock will be opened in a few seconds.

This tool is very popular and provides a lot of convenience for everyone to perform tasks.

After entering the room, the group carefully checked all the rooms, but finally found that there was no one here.

Daven came into the restaurant and touched the ice water glass on the table with water droplets still hanging on the outer wall. He turned around and cursed, "They just encountered the car when we came in!"

But it's definitely too late to chase him now.

He had no choice but to take his people away and then dial Lance's number.

"Boss, we are a little too late. They ran away."

Lance didn't say anything to him, he just asked them to come back and then think about where the other party might have gone.

When Director Dell returned home, his wife told him that his subordinate had just called and said he had something urgent to discuss.

He called back, but no one answered. Soon he received a call from Lance, who also explained the situation.

Director Dale has not been exposed to this senior agent yet, which means that if the other party wants to save himself, Director Dale will be his first choice.

Next, just wait quietly.

Daven did not let his men disperse, but waited for news.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the senior agent and his family arrived at his wife's mother's house. He did not explain in detail what had happened, but just said that he brought his family over to play.

But the old man knew that something must have happened.

He was in the room, calling Chief Dell.

"Is there anything you can't say at work tomorrow?" Director Dell's voice contained a hint of impatience, but it didn't sound like there was any problem.

The senior agent swallowed and told his current situation, "Ponda found me when I was off work at night. He said Lance wanted to make friends with me and that he had been corrupted."

"I didn't agree to it. I asked him to turn himself in. Otherwise, I would expose him and then..."

His voice was filled with fear. "Not long after I returned, Lance's men arrived, but luckily I left one step ahead and hid them!"

"They are planning to silence me. Fuck! These people really don't care about the law!"

After hearing this, Chief Dell's tone became serious, "Are you sure you're not drunk, or are you kidding me?"

"I'm sure, Chief, we have a traitor here!" His tone was filled with hatred. He had no intention of killing Ponda, but Ponda actually asked Lance to send someone to kill him!
This is fucking unforgivable, he wants Ponda to die!

Director Dell's tone was also very serious. "This is indeed very important news. I will immediately arrange for someone to arrest Ponda. In addition, I will arrange for someone to protect you. Where are you now?"

Director Dale has always been like a "crime killer". No matter whether it is the five major families or the Lance family, as long as they are discovered, he will arrest them, and he never compromises.

Therefore, the senior agent had no doubt that Director Dale would become Lance's "friend" just like Ponda.

He told Director Dale his current address without reservation. Director Dale told him to be careful and would send someone to protect him.

After doing all this, the senior agent finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he walked out of the room, there was a tired smile on his face.

Although tired, the smile is a real smile.

His family noticed this, too. “Is it fixed?”

He nodded and said, "The director already knows about it. He immediately arranged for someone to arrest Pang Da and also arranged for someone to come and protect me."

"As long as Ponda's mouth is pried open, Lance will most likely face jail time!"

Ponda's mouth is easy to pry open because his wife and children are his weak points.

The senior agent has made a decision. He will ask the director to personally interrogate Ponda. He wants to make that bastard feel his anger!
On the other side of the city, Director Dell hung up the phone and told Lance the address, and laughed as he talked about the conversation on the phone just now.

After chatting for a while, Lance handed Devin the note with the senior agent's information.

"Don't have too much psychological pressure. If God doesn't intend to see him, he may not die even if you shoot him in the head."

"So it's not your fault, stay safe!"

"Good luck to you too!"

Daven glanced at the note with the address in his hand and nodded, "I promise he can't escape this time, Boss!"

(End of this chapter)