Shadow Empire

Chapter 825: Run, Run [666+14]
The weather in December is getting colder and colder, and the air exhaled when walking on the road can form white mist.

It had been a week since the chief of the state police was sentenced for dereliction of duty. The new chief of the state police was said to be nominated by the secretary of state, but this did not matter much to Carl who lived in New Bermingham.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm.

He came out of the villa rubbing his hands, surrounded by his wife, who was a dozen years younger than him, and two children.

He actually has two children, but both of them already have their own families and jobs, and they don’t interact with him very much, except asking him for some money when they are short of money.

Carl divorced his first wife and married his current wife, a woman he loves and treats very well.

The young woman snuggled up to Carl, and the two children ran in front of them laughing.

Today is the weekend and a new restaurant has opened in the city. It is said that the food is delicious. Many celebrities in the city have dined there and gave good reviews.

Because it was a reservation-based system, Carl made the reservation a week in advance.

He and his family were looking forward to the meal very much, especially his wife, who was already thinking about how to show off to the ladies the best food she had enjoyed in the best restaurant.

If there were a circle of friends, she would definitely become an expert in circle of friends.

The prepared car was parked outside the villa. With the advent of the era of huge profits brought about by Prohibition, Carl and his people were able to live a good life.

He bought a villa, a luxury car, and his subordinates' pockets were filled with money.

Compared to those ordinary ignorant citizens who complain about the masters, Carl is grateful every day for the masters' policies that finally allow them to have enough food to eat.

The Imperial gangs have never been mainstream, mainly because they lack some important elements.

The gangs of the people in Sumul are very powerful because the policy of Sumul is to encourage outward immigration and encourage people to form gangs to compete for interests.

It can be seen from the four major families on Sumurai Island that the cruelty of the Sumurai people is innate. They live in such an environment and naturally know what to do in a new environment.

They are also not like the gangs of other major ethnic groups, they all have their own characteristics and heritage.

The imperial people have no heritage.

The emperors and nobles of the empire never encouraged foreign immigration, nor did they encourage people to form cliques. If it weren't for the overall progress of world civilization, perhaps the people of the empire would now be grateful for the wealth of the nobles, which prevented them from starving to death.

It is difficult for such a group that has been subjected to class exploitation and oppression for a long time to produce any particularly strong immigrant group.

Even if there are some that can be called gangs, they are just small-scale gangs.

It is difficult to develop without a strong backer or a strong background, but fortunately, everything is over.

"Run slower, dear, don't fall!" He looked at the two children running towards the car and couldn't help but ask them to run slower.

The two furry little guys are very cute, but fortunately they are not like him, who is fat, bald and not good-looking.

The two children responded loudly, "I know," but rushed into the car without slowing down at all.

"These two guys!" He sighed, revealing a father's helplessness.

The couple walked to the car and got in. The space inside the car was large, enough for everyone in the family to have ample space.

He swayed his body from side to side a few times to make himself more comfortable. "Will you come back with me after dinner?"

He asked his wife, who was rummaging through her handbag. "No, I'm going to take care of my skin, and then play cards with my girlfriends later. I won't be back until later."

Karl nodded, “I understand. I will send the children to their grandfather’s side when the time comes.”

His wife did not object, as she knew her husband was a busy man.

Everyone was chatting along the way, without any particular topic. Looking at the quiet city outside the window, Carl sometimes seemed absent-minded.

"You have something on your mind!", his wife asked after he was caught deserting his post.

Carl's mind instantly flashed with the image of Ennio, the man who claimed to be a cadre of the Lance family who contacted him and told him about the living conditions of the imperial people in Likalai Province, and also mentioned Lance White.

He really likes this kind of atmosphere, where imperial people are together and help each other.

But...sometimes it's really hard to find the right direction for some things. At the end of last month, he made a choice that he thought was right at the time and stood on the side of the lieutenant governor, the state police chief, the city police chief and the highway police.

And the gangsters around him.

There was only one guy opposite them, the Lance family. There was actually nothing wrong with his choice, judging from the situation at that time.

But now, this previously correct choice may have some problems.

He came back to his senses and blinked, "Nothing, dear, I'm just thinking about work." His wife did not continue to ask, because she did not understand the management of the gang, let alone those criminal businesses.

"As long as you're not thinking about other women!" She pinched her husband's little Qiuqiu secretly with her hand.

Carl shuddered and pushed her hand away, whispering, “You’re crazy, the children are still here!”

His wife smiled and shook her head in a defiant manner.

This may be one of the reasons why he likes this woman, not only because she is young, not only because she has a good figure, not only because she is beautiful, but also because she is sometimes crazy and can bring him unprecedented excitement!

Unlike his ex-wife, who only knows how to do the missionary position, which is no fun at all, just like his mom punching the clock for work!
The car soon stopped outside the reserved restaurant, and the manager in charge of receiving the guests checked their reservation information and took them into the restaurant.

"Every guest is our most distinguished guest. We understand and are willing to respect the privacy of our guests. I noticed that you have made a reservation for dinner tonight. Please come with me..."

He said something that sounded very professional, and a family of four followed behind them.

Originally, Carl's two bodyguards were planning to follow, but were stopped by the manager.

"If everyone brings their own bodyguards, butlers, drivers, and secretaries in, do you think that's a good idea?"

"And you only have a reservation for four people, so I can only let four of you in."

Karl looked at his wife and children with some embarrassment, then looked at his bodyguard, then he turned and walked towards the bodyguard, "Give me the gun."

The bodyguard gave his pistol to Carl, who hadn't carried a pistol with him for a long time.

The main reason is that he is too fat, and it would not look good if he carried a pistol, as it would bulge out.

On the other hand, he had reached the point where he began to live a life of luxury. He was no longer personally responsible for the fighting and killing, as these were all handled by his subordinates.

He put the gun in his pocket. With the pistol, he felt much safer.

Then he entered the restaurant with his family.

The restaurant does not have an open hall like a traditional restaurant. They were led to a separate room, which looked very artistic.

Maybe they don’t quite understand the word “artistic conception”, but they will feel very comfortable and high-end.

The light coming down from the patio just illuminates a very free small courtyard of about ten square meters, with some flowers and plants, and some stones. It gives people an indescribable feeling, but it feels great anyway.

The place where they ate was next to the patio. The manager placed tableware for them and said, "It would be more comfortable to dine here on a rainy day."

“The rain will flow through these places and drip onto the tiles on the ground. Sometimes the sound they make is like playing the music of nature!”

The whole family looked amazed, and then the manager took out the menu and asked them to order.

The prices of the dishes are indeed not cheap, with the cheapest dish costing 99 cents, while some main dishes are averaging around 20 to 30 or 30 to 40 cents.

For example, a dish of roast venison with truffles costs nearly two hundred dollars. The things here are so damn expensive!
Carl's wife never worried about money. She ordered some food casually, whatever was expensive.

Although Carl was rich and could afford it, he still felt a little distressed because he had been poor before.

But the high price has its reason, with the best ingredients and the best cooking techniques, every dish brings this family an experience they have never had before.

Even if they have eaten some of the food in other restaurants, eating it here is a completely new experience and feeling!
In short, although these foods are expensive, they are worth the cost!
After settling the bill, the family left the restaurant satisfied.

As soon as I came out of the restaurant, the cold wind blowing on my face was a bit unbearable.

Carl subconsciously looked to both sides. He didn't see his bodyguards, but their car was still there.

He walked to his car and pulled the door, but it didn't open. He felt a little uneasy. He looked at the streets with few pedestrians on both sides, and a sense of fear surged in his heart.

At this time, a few people walked down the street not far away. They were wearing fedora hats and long dark windbreakers. The brims of the fedora hats blocked the street lights or some light from falling on their faces, and only their jaw lines could be seen.

In addition, the most eye-catching thing is the red armband on their left hands.

He is from the Lance family. He was wearing the same clothes when he met Ennio.

"Fake!"

"start running!"

"Run!"

He pushed his wife, pulled his child, and ran to the other end of the street...

(End of this chapter)