Shadow Empire

Chapter 670 Rescue and Direction

Being able to obtain more information, it is natural that Mayor Williams also knows what is happening at this moment.

He now looked a little depressed, having smoked three cigarettes in a row.

His personal doctor warned him that he could continue to smoke, but not continuously and the number of cigarettes smoked per day should not exceed seven.

Seven is a generally recognized lucky number that brings good luck to people. The same applies to smoking a maximum of seven cigarettes.

In fact, doctors are more aware of the harm that tobacco causes to the human body than ordinary people, but the public relations capabilities of tobacco groups are too strong, and some presidents of well-known tobacco companies will also smoke their own products in public.

The concept of "Even the CEO is smoking, so what do you, a poor man, have to be afraid of?" quickly gained popularity because everyone firmly believed in this point.

That is, rich people are more afraid of death than poor people.

No one admits that there is a connection between smoking and lung disease in order to ensure tobacco sales.

In fact, even if they announce this result, people who want to smoke will still smoke. They will just face these problems when expanding into new customer groups, such as teenagers and women.

After the pleasure brought by continuous intake of nicotine from tobacco, it will breed boredom.

His body was telling him, that's enough, stop!

He only took the first two puffs of this cigarette, and has not touched it again since.

He tilted his head and looked at the "battle plan" agreed upon by Lance and his men sitting on the other side of the table. He listened to the general outline.

They will try to get their attention first, make some noise, and then get someone to open the door.

If Arthur hadn't been in the middle of the living room or something, then the chances of him surviving would have been very high.

"But if he was in a place where he could easily come into contact with those people, in the living room, or in the bedroom where they were watching the fun, he would most likely become a hostage."

Lance frankly stated the result of this action plan, "Once Arthur is held hostage by them in a small environment, it will be difficult for me to guarantee that I will not hurt him and let my people be passively shot as a shield."

He looked at Mayor Williams with a sharp look in his eyes. "My suggestion is still the same. Force them out, kill them while they are moving, and then rescue Arthur."

"At least this kind of Arthur will have a greater chance of surviving."

Mayor Williams was in a daze for a while, then came to his senses. This was indeed a bad situation. He shook his head and said, "It's still visible now, but when it's really night, can you make sure they can see it?"

This is indeed a problem. If the other party wants to transfer, it will definitely be in the second half of the night.

In the second half of the night, after all the lights nearby were turned off, it was difficult to tell whether the person who came out was Arthur, or even whether the thing that came out was a person!
This is not the era with night vision goggles and thermal imaging as auxiliary tools. Even Mador's soldiers cannot tell who is Arthur and who is not in such a dimly lit environment.

It's all a black shadow, and it's impossible to distinguish between the target and the non-target.

So from a certain perspective, rushing in now will actually have a higher chance of success than the other option.

Unless they can come out at daybreak, like now.

But this is obviously impossible. Even a fool knows that they should wait until it is completely dark before leaving.

"Besides, I don't have that much time to deal with these things!"

He was talking about the riots in the old industrial area. He had only heard some general information and was not clear about the specifics, but he understood that this was definitely a challenge in his political career!
He needed to concentrate on this challenge, whether it was to rescue Arthur or to put his mind at ease.

Or maybe Arthur accidentally had an accident that made him completely give up. In short, he couldn't let other things distract his attention.

He needs a result, as soon as possible!

Lance saw the determination in his eyes and knew that he didn't need to persuade him anymore. He nodded and glanced at Hiram and Erwin. "Do as we planned. Let Mador's people go in the front. We don't need to take any alive."

The two glanced at Mayor Williams again and saw him throw away the cigarette that had burned to the butt in his hand and take out a new one, and then they left.

In this way, he expressed that he would wait for news here and not interfere in anything.

The two people left here. They needed about ten minutes to prepare. It was beginning to get dark, but there was light in the room, so it wasn't a big problem.

"How are you going to handle things over there?"

Lance's men brought some not-so-detailed news. Mayor Williams put the cigarette in his mouth and did not answer Lance's question immediately. He took out a silver lighter, lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

His body was protesting against him, and even the experience of smoking was getting worse, but the nicotine intake made him greedy.

At this moment, his desire and instinct regarding smoking are in conflict and confrontation.

But these cannot change his behavior. It is his reason that determines his behavior.

He put away the lighter and sighed, "It's a bit difficult. I don't know the details and I don't know how many people died."

"I hope James won't be too timid. What is needed at this time is courage and bravery, and he should have these qualities."

He paused, "I may still need your help in the follow-up of this matter."

Lance did not refuse. Now the interests of both parties were aligned. "No problem. This may not be a bad thing for you."

Mayor Williams looked at him, and Lance said calmly, "Federal people are more dissatisfied with them than with immigrants. There have been demonstrations and protests against the entry of refugees in many places."

"You can use these things and, as the mayor, call for these refugees to be removed from our homeland and prevent them from polluting the environment here."

"It might give you some exposure to extremism, but it also gives you a certain level of group prestige."

Mayor Williams had not considered this idea before. One reason was his age, but sometimes his brain was a little slower when it came to things he had never experienced before.

On the other hand, his main thought is still on how to "resolve" the possible impact this incident may have on himself.

The essence of politics is deal-making and compromise.

There was definitely no basis for a deal or compromise between him and Mr. Charles, so he could only think of seeking opportunities for a deal or compromise in other directions.

But Lance's words gave him some new inspiration. Since they wanted a big one, why didn't he have a bigger one?

His eyes were shining as he looked at Lance. At this moment, he had an urge to have a daughter, and then let that daughter and Lance have a child with Lance's bloodline.

Such excellent bloodline should be integrated into the genes of the Williams family!
He put this matter in mind for the time being. After the current matters are dealt with, he will definitely see if there are any suitable women in the family.

He even thought of his wife for a moment, but unfortunately, although his wife also had the last name "Williams", she did not have the bloodline of their family, which was a pity.

After putting this matter aside, he began to think about the feasibility of Lance's proposal, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.

Compared with the Liberal Party's "meaningless development", the Socialist Party is obviously more purposeful and relatively conservative on issues of race and immigration.

Anyway, he had no plan to leave Jingang City in this life, and he had no chance to leave.

By the time his term ends, he will be over 70 years old. What can he do in his 70s?
Are you going to be president?
If he can hold out until then.

So for him, being "extremely conservative" may narrow his political path. Nowadays, people emphasize playing both sides, but for him, this is not a problem.

He can retire after serving two terms as mayor.

So he used this opportunity to label himself and get through this crisis. It didn't matter to him what his position was.

On the contrary, doing so may bring about some better changes!

"You gave me a good idea, but there might be some trouble here. I have to be more extreme."

He didn't say how extreme it would be, but Lance knew what he meant.

If you ask a farmer what extreme conservatism towards a person of color is, he will tell you that it is to stick a shotgun in that fool's leather swallow and pull the trigger!

Lance thought about it and said, "It's better to let Blue and Duke do this than for me." "Gangsters are gangsters. They should be pure and should not have such distinct positions and camps."

"But I can secretly help you with something, given our friendship."

Mayor Williams smiled more when he heard this. This crisis may seem like a crisis, but it is actually an opportunity.

Then, what he was worried about next was whether that damn idiot Arthur could live to see tomorrow's sunrise.

At this moment, a car suddenly lost control and crashed into another car and stopped on the sidewalk.

Richie in the room was first attracted by the sound of a car hitting the wall. He walked towards a room and saw through the window two people arguing about ten meters away.

He immediately frowned.

The two people accused and cursed each other, and I don’t know if there was a kind-hearted bitch who called the police, but sirens were sounding in the distance.

Given their current situation, what they fear most is the police coming to check out the situation.

If you think something is wrong with them and want to come in and take a look, you might get into trouble.

He didn't turn off the lights and just stood behind the window staring. Others were also watching the fun. What they didn't notice was that several young men had already come to their house from behind the alley.

The locksmith took out the quick lock-picking tool that Lance had drawn for him and made himself, and inserted it into the keyhole.

Nowadays, most of the locks here are pin locks, and some particularly old buildings still use the kind of cam locks, but there are not many of them.

The house was all locked with pin-and-tumble locks, which, to a locksmith, was the same as having no locks at all.

He first listened outside the door for a while to make sure there was no one behind the door, then he pressed the compression spring with his hand and pushed it back and forth several times. The whole process took less than two seconds. Then he twisted it hard and the door opened.

He took back the lock-picking tools and left. He was not a combatant. His job was to open the lock that Lance asked him to open in the shortest time possible.

The work is easy, the income is high, I live in a detached house, and most of my time I study new locks. I love this job.

The people from Mador outside the door looked at each other. They thought it would take some time to open the lock, but in fact it only took two seconds.

This made them feel a slight chill on their scalps.

If this kind of person pried open their door silently while they were sleeping late at night...

I feel a little chilly when I think about it. Fortunately, this guy is in cahoots with them, otherwise they would have to kill him as soon as possible!

Mador was personally in charge of the operation. He once again confirmed the direction of the operation with his eyes, and then turned the door lock.

There was no one behind the room, so they walked in quietly. As soon as they entered the living room, the guy who was sitting in the living room eating looked at the guys with weapons in a daze.

It's like... I have no idea what's going on right now.

The two sides looked at each other for less than a second, and then Madore opened fire.

The gunshot startled Richie in the room. He pulled out his pistol and shot at the wooden door.

In fact, he couldn't shoot the people outside at all. He couldn't see, so he couldn't shoot accurately, but he also made the people in the living room hide.

The sudden outbreak of gunfire caused the onlookers on the street to scream and flee. In the Triangle Area, they had an almost instinctive allergic reaction to gunfire!
Mayor Williams, who was sitting in a cafe not far away, also shook his cigarette, and the ash fell on the table, where there were also a coffee pot, coffee cups and some pastries.

He looked shocked, but had the presence of mind to say "sorry" and ask the waiter to replace them all.

But it was still impossible for people to see through his nervousness and anxiety at the moment.

He kept flicking the ash off his cigarette, flicking it once, then again, taking a puff of cigarette, then flicking it again, using this method to cover up and relieve the tension in his heart.

Lance didn't interrupt him but remained quiet, they both needed to calm down now.

Once the exchange of fire started, many things got out of control. Madore gasped slightly and shouted loudly, "Arthur, where are you?"

Arthur in the basement suddenly raised his head and looked towards the stairs, tears instantly flowing out.

He has never been so excited!

"I'm here, I'm here!"

It was also Richie's decision to hide Arthur in the basement, because no one would hide someone in a place where they could be seen by opening the door. At this moment, he was secretly resentful.

"Let's go, it will be too late if we don't leave now..." Since it has come to this point and cannot be reversed, we should just leave immediately without leaving the water.

He asked one of his men to open the window. This was the first floor and no one would be killed by jumping out of the window. But just as his men were about to escape through the window, gunshots were heard outside.

His men fell outside the window with a thud, and the room fell into silence for a moment.

They were surrounded.

The Mador man quickly found the entrance to the basement. He stepped back and forth on the floor with his military boots and soon found the entrance to the basement under the carpet.

When he opened the door of the basement, he heard Arthur thanking God inside.

"Is there anyone else inside?" Madore did not go down immediately, but asked first, and at the same time took out a small mirror and shone it downwards.

Arthur responded quickly, "No one, I swear, they were all attracted by the collision just now..."

Madore asked his men to keep shooting while he led them down to the basement, where they found Arthur in a cage in the corner.

He is in a terrible state now because he has been living with his own feces for the past two days!
Richie and his men didn't even give him a chance to come out to defecate, so he could only do it in the cage, and what was worse was that the cage itself was not very big.

After he fell asleep at night, he accidentally pressed on it, so that now his whole body smells like shit!
He kept thanking this and that.

Richie in the room may have realized that there was no possibility of escape, and the expression on his face suddenly became firm!
"It's time to return to God's arms, lambs!"

Those subordinates who still had some fear on their faces suddenly calmed down after hearing what he said. Although their eyes were still a little panicked, they were not as panicked as before.

"The demons are right outside the door. Defeat them. It's time to spread the gospel and glory of God!"

Those people mustered up their courage and rushed out without fear of life and death, and then were shot to pieces. When it came to him, he threw away his pistol, shouted "I surrender", and then stretched out his hands.

Two minutes later, Mayor Williams breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Arthur running over under the cover of Madore and others.

But then he cursed "waste"!

As he spoke, he stood up and unbuckled his belt, looking murderous.

"Should I step aside?" Lance asked.

Mayor Williams shook his head. "No, I'll be fine soon."

After spending two days in fear and anxiety, Arthur saw his father again. Before he could hug his old father, Mayor Williams hit him on the head with the belt in his hand!

There was a loud snap!
Along with Arthur's screams of pain, Mayor Williams used the belt in his hand to vent out the negative emotions of the past two days!

After a while, he stopped panting, "Go change those shit-stained clothes on you. You make me sick, you know that?"

After fastening his belt, he straightened his clothes, then came to Lance and made a gesture as if he wanted a hug.

Lance stood up and hugged him. The old man patted his back and said, "Thanks to you, Lance."

"As long as the Williams family is in Jingang City, we will always be close comrades-in-arms!"

(End of this chapter)