Shadow Empire

Chapter 910: Deterioration, the Elevator That Cannot Be Closed, and the End
Ross's people are very active.

Faced with those jewels, wealth, and even food, it was hard for them not to take action.

After all, this is not working for the boss in a factory. For every jewel they put into the bag, a portion of it will eventually fall on their heads!
They were a hundred times more enthusiastic than when they were working, and a thousand times more eager to pack the jewels into their bags.

Ross noticed that some people secretly hid some jewelry for themselves. He made a note of these people but did not point them out immediately.

He had little education and could only read and write.

But Lance's "course" taught him many lessons, one of which was to minimize the outbreak of internal conflicts before achieving final victory.

He actually didn't quite understand what internal conflicts meant, but this should be what they meant.

Soon all the jewelry that could be seen in the jewelry store were packed into their bags, and those who had gone upstairs to load food also came trotting down.

Each of them carried a bag filled with food, if it was wheat or wheat flour.

So one bag would be thirty-five pounds.

There looked to be several hundred pounds of food here, enough to last them for a while.

There were also some people in the surrounding shops who followed them to take advantage and were looting the goods.

A guy next to Ross said angrily, "Should we drive them away?"

“This is all our stuff!”

Ross glanced at him and said, "It's not ours, nor is it theirs. Whoever gets it first gets it."

Although the person who spoke was somewhat unwilling, he still shut his mouth.

Ross, who led them from afar to Zhuolan and now has obtained so much wealth and food, has become their well-deserved "leader".

They believed in Ross and were willing to follow his command.

"Let's leave here once everyone is here," he said and was about to leave with everyone.

At this time, someone interrupted and said, "I just heard them say that there are a lot of foreigners upstairs, and they have a lot of valuables on them."

"Large amounts of cash, watches, and other things."

There is no business dealings between the National Bank of Lapa and federal banks, so there are no transfers or remittances, and the exchange rate is unstable.

Anyone who wants to invest in Lapa must invest real money. They must bring money, not a bank checkbook or a promissory note.

This is why Lance packed a container of currency and smuggled it here. He was investing here and needed cash.

These are all high-value items, and some people's eyes immediately stopped on Ross.

Ross frowned, "You want to go upstairs?"

The person who spoke looked at him calmly and said, "They are all running upstairs."

His words made some people eager to take action. After all, before today, they were just a group of ordinary people who were starving.

If they hadn't had no other choice but to come to Zhuolan to seek help and a chance to survive, and then by chance had a conflict with the law enforcers, they might not be here now.

Ross turned around and looked at the people who were still scrambling to buy all kinds of goods. He shook his head slightly as he saw their crazy looks.

"Don't associate us with those cheap things. Remember, we are not robbers. We don't do these things for money or anything else."

"We're just trying to survive!"

"Before we have to hurt others to survive, you'd better give up your idea. I don't want any of us to become villains!"

Some people thought what he said was good, but some people secretly showed disdain.

You've already shot and killed someone, but you still have to pretend that everything was done out of necessity?

If you really have to, why come in?

They didn't understand Ross, just as Ross didn't understand them, but now Ross's small group was very cohesive, and the people around him all had weapons in their hands.

He had made a decision, and no one else dared to say anything.

In fact, not long ago, he had a momentary impulse to go up and see if Lance was there, and to walk up to him, sit down, and talk to him about their current situation.

That must be a very interesting scene!
He couldn't even imagine how much fun it would be!

Like Perrod and the old teacher, Ross did not trust Lance.

A foreigner suddenly came to your country, gathered you together with some people, and taught you some methods to overthrow the current regime, and then the country fell into chaos, would you think this person is trustworthy?

No, as long as one has normal IQ and EQ, no one will think that this person is a good person.

Ross was the same. He didn't think Lance was a good person, even though Lance had given him some help.

It answered some of his confusions about the current social situation and taught him how to make the country normal, but he still didn't like Lance.

In his mind, Lance was like a saboteur, an ambitious man. Everything he did was to satisfy his or the federal government's selfish desires, not really for the people.

Although the people of Lapa will also gain some benefits from this, this is not their real purpose.

He thought about appearing in front of Lance as a winner and telling Lance that he had taken the first step towards success!
But in the end, he gave up the idea.

Because he was not sure whether Lance's attitude towards him would be the same as before.

He also realized that now was not a good time to meet Lance. He should seek a better time and opportunity, and then meet Lance as a winner.

He will be qualified to be on equal footing with Lance. When that time comes, he wonders what expression Lance will have!
Of course, deep down in his heart, he was still a little worried and a little scared.

Because he wasn't sure if he could really go up there and see Lance, and whether he could come back alive.

Maybe Lance would let him come back, but there was also a chance he would kill him.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the people around him again, "We have already exceeded our plan. We have to leave."

"With the city in such chaos, the army may intervene."

After hearing his words, some people who didn't care so much originally showed surprised expressions, and then became serious.

This time, no one refused.

The group left in a hurry, while the rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be difficult for them to feel at ease until this group, which is the largest and has guns, leaves.

Now that Ross and the others were gone, these people began to plunder supplies even more frantically.

Many people began to spontaneously take the elevator to floors above the sixth floor.

The floors above the sixth floor are basically inhabited by foreigners. These foreigners are very rich and a watch can mean their entire life.

If they could get some cameras or something, they could lie down for the rest of their lives!
At this time, people have forgotten that their purpose of coming here is to ask for help from the government and to get some food to fill their stomachs.

The desire to fill your stomach begins to deteriorate, becoming more complex and more destructive.

Doors were pushed open one after another, and the foreigners screamed and handed over everything they had with them.

Some girls were dragged into the room by them while being called "vain bitches".

The only thing to be thankful for is that this group of people have not yet been dominated by the desire to kill. Although they have done a lot of bad things, they still did not start a massacre.

Perhaps it is just now, if we let them continue to be dominated by desire, perhaps in a few days, simply making people bow their heads will no longer be able to bring them stimulating pleasure, and only taking the lives of their own kind can do that.

Killing as a way to seek happiness.

Mador glanced at the rising elevator, hooked his finger at his team members, and walked into the room.

"Boss, the elevator is moving."

Lance glanced at him, put down the book in his hand, and walked out of the study.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened, and the people inside with crazy and distorted expressions suddenly rushed out.

The luxurious rooms and decoration made them completely unaware of the people standing there and the weapons they were holding. These refugees had completely fallen into madness and were no longer "human".

They are just monsters in human skin, controlled by desires!

In their eyes, the people in front of them did not exist. They held various weapons in their hands, enough to cut people's fragile throats or arteries.

He looked at these people with some disappointment. His ideal "student" did not come. Seeing them rushing towards him, he just shook his head calmly and said, "Shoot."

In an instant, the storm of bullets stopped the refugees rushing over.

The guy in the front was shot several times and fell heavily to the ground. His head was less than one meter away from Lance's toes.

The continuous roar of submachine guns woke up these people who were dominated by desire. They screamed and begged, but could not escape the fate of death.

After just one round of shooting, all the people who rushed out of the elevator lay on the ground.

Lance raised his chin slightly and looked at a survivor in the elevator. He was trembling all over and kept pressing the buttons in the elevator car with his bloody hands.

But the closed elevator door would bounce open again because it caught the bodies lying on the ground inside and outside the elevator car.

This guy's head is still bleeding. I don't know whether to say he is lucky or unlucky.

The only sound in the quiet room was the "clicking" sound of him constantly tapping the buttons.

Lance pulled a pistol from Madore's holster and tried to find a place where there were no corpses.

It has to be said that once the camel-hair carpet is full of blood, when you step on it and then lift it up, there will be a suction force on the sole of your shoe, preventing your foot from being lifted up so easily.

This is actually quite bad, it affects the speed and is a bit slippery.

As they watched Lance getting closer, the people in the elevator started crying. It was obvious that he could close the door smoothly as long as he moved the body that was stuck in the door away.

But he didn't dare to do that!

He was afraid that if he moved a little too much, he would be bombarded with bullets. He could only beg God to hear his prayers and let the elevator sink without closing the door!

As Lance got closer, his body trembled even more violently. He changed from tapping the buttons with his fingers to "slapping" the buttons with his entire palms.

But I still can't do it.

The elevator door slowly closed, and after the corpse on the ground was squeezed for a moment, the elevator door slowly opened again. He was completely in despair!
He fell to his knees, holding his head, and begged loudly and painfully, "Let me go."

Lance looked down at him and raised the pistol in his hand.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Large caliber pistol. Madore likes large caliber weapons, which is different from Hiram. Hiram likes more ammunition.

The large-caliber bullet not only easily shattered the skull of the last survivor in the elevator, but also left a deep hole on the floor of the elevator car.

He looked around and shot a few more guys who might not be dead yet or were pretending to be dead. Soon the entire top floor became completely quiet.

The people who were resting in the side hall also came out of the side hall when they heard the gunfire stop.

When they saw Lance standing among the corpses in a white suit, with some glaring blood on his trouser legs, both Albert and Andy turned their eyes away from Lance after being shocked.

Andy's arrogance and pride also disappeared.

Roger was the first to react. He took a few steps forward and said, "Boss, you are not hurt, are you?"

He cared, and he used the word "Boss."

In fact, most of the time he would just call Lance by his name, or call Lance "Mr. Chairman (Chairman of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce)". At this time, calling him "Boss" was actually to show their close relationship.

Lance shook his head. He walked back to the pile of corpses and threw the pistol to Mador. "These little guys can't hurt me."

He glanced down at his trouser legs, "What a shame I just changed into this outfit."

As he spoke, his usual easygoing smile appeared on his face, "Clean up the other side, this garbage has made a mess here!"

The smile on his face, coupled with the corpses lying on the ground behind him, made almost everyone lower their heads, not daring to look into his eyes.

The chaos in the city continued. The rioters seemed to have forgotten that their purpose of coming to Zhuolan was just to avoid starving to death, and they began to smash, loot and burn crazily.

The food bags hanging on each person were filled with what they had looted, but even so they did not stop and continued to smash, loot and burn.

Fierce gunfire continued to break out in the city. It was obvious that these people must have touched something they shouldn't have touched.

This is not the Federation, not any other civilized country, not even the Republic of Czech.

The ruling group and the privileged group will show no mercy when it comes to killing their own people.

The situation in the city changed very quickly, and by the evening, the riot had spread to the entire city.

Ross, Pedro, and some other less stupid people had already plundered some supplies and left the city.

They knew very well that if Zhuolan, as the capital, became like this, the army would soon intervene.

Lance also talked about this in the "classroom". Once a demonstration turns into a riot, the violent authorities will immediately intervene.

The police could no longer be relied upon, but Lapa still had the army.

At around six o'clock, the army finally arrived. In accordance with the request of the Presidential Palace, they blocked the road and arrested the rioters.

If they dare to resist, they will be shot dead immediately.

There was a lot of gunfire, and the city's security seemed to improve a lot.

What made the soldiers feel a little strange was that there were several cars following them along the way.

Those are weird and don't look like cars made in this country.

They later sent people to inquire about the situation. The people who could drive such strange cars in Lapa were either from the ruling group or foreigners who had recently arrived. They were not people they could afford to offend.

After learning that these people were federals, they consulted the President and ignored them.

Sitting in the car, Lance asked, "What do you think of their army?"

Although Mador was a "deserter", he was indeed a soldier of the empire and an officer of a high rank.

He became a deserter only because he was tired of the nobles' tricks and the stupid rebels, and he didn't want to involve himself and his brothers in a meaningless war.

He didn't leave because he was afraid of war and death, he just didn't want to die in vain.

This was their first close observation of the Kappa soldiers. After watching for a while, Mador couldn't help laughing and said, "They are not even as good as the militia who have been trained for three months!"

Hearing this, Lance was very satisfied, "So our people should be stronger."

Madore did not deny that, "We are definitely stronger with the same armaments. If we have more advanced weapons, we will be able to crush them."

Lance nodded, "If I let you train the Lapa people, how long would it take them to be able to compete?"

Mador thought for a while and said, "If we just make them almost the same, it won't take long, maybe a month at most."

"But if you want to make them stronger, it will take more than three months, and a lot of ammunition will be needed to increase their shooting experience."

"Marksmanship is not innate, it is always fed with bullets."

Lance agreed, "You're absolutely right."

Around eight o'clock in the evening, the chaos finally stopped. Apart from the occasional sporadic gunfire, the entire city was completely safe.

This turmoil not only failed to solve the problem of a large number of refugees outside the city having no food to eat, but instead exacerbated the rift between Zhuolan and people outside the city.

Diego was very angry. In the afternoon, some people even attacked the presidential palace, but they were repelled by the troops he left behind here. This made him feel deeply humiliated!

Those untouchables actually dared to cause trouble for him?
He couldn't understand how these untouchables dared to do that?

In the evening, he was angry and convened an emergency presidential meeting to discuss the follow-up measures...

(End of this chapter)