Empire of Shadows

Lukar the police officer's "startling the snake in the grass" had a great effect. The next day, Lance arranged for several groups of people to search for Will's whereabouts everywhere.

For immigrants in the Imperial District, Lance may just be a young man who is not very prominent and only a few people have heard of.

But Will is definitely a well-known person. People loathe him, hate him, and fear him.

No one wants to be provoked by these people, so they keep the Camille Gang's cadres firmly in their minds.

However, there was no major gain for the time being. He seemed to have disappeared from the Imperial District. In the end, Lance had no choice but to disperse people to watch the places where he was most likely to appear.

As soon as the other party was discovered, he would contact him as soon as possible.

At the same time, they also discovered some people suspected of being from the Camilla Gang appearing around the labor agency, which meant that Ennio's whereabouts had been exposed.

Lance had already had this premonition. Even Lukar the police officer knew that Will was looking for him, and he didn't deliberately hide, so Will would definitely be able to find him.

Now, both sides are competing to see who reveals flaws first and who can hide better.

From the moment they were discovered, Lance had asked them to sleep in the company at night to reduce the chance of being alone and not give the other party any chance.

Being unable to go out for two or three days, everyone was holding their breath.

The Camille Gang's headquarters is on a street in the northwest of the Imperial District. It used to be a nightclub called "Imperial Night".

It used to be one of the best entertainment venues in the Imperial District. Here, there were all kinds of items that could make people happy, as well as countless tobacco, alcohol, women, and everything else.

Although it is still very lively now, it has not been as glorious as it used to be due to the Prohibition.

After all, compared to other expensive consumption, tobacco and alcohol have become relatively popular entertainment items.

Moreover, alcohol is the fastest and most effective stimulant, which can quickly get people in the mood.

In the office on the fourth floor, Heller, the boss of the Camilla Gang, sat on the wide boss chair, roasting the cigar in his hand. Sunlight shone in through rows of windows, and tiny dust particles rose and fell under the sunlight.

There was some dust in the corners of the old floor, which seemed to never be cleaned, and that was also the home of the dust.

Sunlight, dust, some animal heads hanging on the wall, completely isolated from the noise of the outside world, became an independent world, as if time had slowed down at this moment.

In the quiet room, people could vaguely hear the slight burning sound of the flames licking the cigar, and the subtle crackling sound of the tobacco leaves changing shape when they were lit.

No one spoke, and even breathing seemed to stop.

After Heller roasted the cigar in his hand, he took a puff. The taste of nuts and a faint sweetness filled his mouth, and he felt the wonderful experience brought by the cigar.

The nicotine in the smoke particles would stir the smoke in his mouth, and eventually adhere to the mucous membrane of his mouth, and then be absorbed by the mucous membrane, quickly acting on the brain.

With just one puff, he felt relaxed and comfortable. He looked up at Will sitting on the sofa in the distance, staring at him for a while.

In the past month, Will had been acting like a madman, ignoring all the affairs of the gang and desperately looking for the enemy who killed his brother.

Some people already had some opinions, because his original work was assigned to other people.

The Camilla Gang had a lot of business recently, and everyone didn't have that much time, which was why he asked Will to talk.

It's time to stop.

Heller was a middle-aged man. The information he registered with the federal government showed that he was forty-seven years old this year, but he looked a few years younger than his actual age.

Even indoors, he wore a pair of tea-colored, bright silver-rimmed glasses. His slightly fluffy hair was neatly combed to the side and smeared with a lot of hair wax, making it look shiny.

He was wearing a floral shirt, without a vest, and a light gray suit that was obviously in the federal style, looking a little loose.

When the sunlight occasionally fell on his gold watch, a golden light would be reflected on the ceiling.

He opened his mouth, and thick smoke was exhaled from his slightly yellow teeth, accompanied by his voice, "Will, you have refused all the work arranged for you by the gang during this time."

"I know your brother is dead, and you are very sad. I also feel very sad for Kent. He was a good young man."

"But since the person has been dead for so long, you should let it go. Life goes on, and work goes on."

"You have taken a long enough vacation, and now it's time to get back to work."

Heller pushed the right eyebrow with the pad of his middle finger, his palm blocking the change in his expression, "Tomorrow a batch of wine will come in from outside. The ship will not dock, but on the sea. You take people to pick up the ship."

"They all have their own work to do. Currently, only you have nothing to do, so I'm arranging you to do this."

"You take your people to bring this batch of goods back and then send it to our warehouse in the suburbs."

"You need to be careful not to make too much noise. Although we have settled the port branch and the coast guard, we still need to be careful."

The price of wine has soared like crazy, but the price of foreign wine has not changed much. All gangs, families, and criminal groups have noticed this situation.

From the day the President announced the national ban on alcohol, countless freighters filled with wine have been sailing on the route to the Federation.

Even if the Camilla Gang is in the business of extortion, they don't mind doing some smuggling when the price of alcohol has risen so outrageously.

Seeing that Will didn't speak, Heller took it as his agreement, "This batch of wine is worth 200,000, but if we want to sell it, we can sell it for at least 350,000 or more."

"This is our first transaction with them. After we establish a more complete sales channel, the profit will increase more and more…"

Heller was still thinking about expanding the sales channel. In Gold Harbor City, he might not be able to compete with the five major families of Gold Harbor City, but outside Gold Harbor City, there are still many satellite cities and secondary markets.

That is also his dumping ground.

Just as he was fantasizing about his own alcohol empire rising, Will suddenly said, "Three days."

Heller didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"What three days?"

Will looked over, "Give me three more days. I have found the person who killed my brother. I need to prepare and then kill them."

"Three days. Three days later, I will send this batch of goods to the place you specify."

The eyes, faintly visible behind the tea-colored lenses, revealed a fierce light, "Are you refusing me?"

Will shook his head, "No, I'm just asking, give me three more days… no, two days. The day after tomorrow, I will solve all the problems and then send the things to the place you specify. I guarantee there will be no mistakes."

"If there are, I will bear all the problems."

Heller raised his hand and pressed it on the armrest of the chair. The cigar rotated back and forth between his fingers, "Will, I can understand your feelings."

"My father, my uncle, my brothers and sisters, many people have died."

"I love them very much and want to avenge them, but we must take care of ourselves first."

Will was not affected by Heller's implicit warning at all and continued, "I only have him as a relative. Now that he is dead, my heart is tormented every day."

"I can't sleep at night now. As soon as I close my eyes, I see Kent in the morgue, making me sad, angry, and fucking disgusted!"

"Heller, I have never asked you for anything!"

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Heller hid his emotions behind the tea-colored sunglasses. He took another puff of his cigar, and after ten seconds, he nodded, "I'll have someone else do it. You go and avenge yourself."

"But, Will, this is the last time!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Will, "Also, you won't get any money this time."

Will breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, I promise there won't be a next time."

After watching Will leave, Heller sat there for a while before picking up the phone and dialing the number of another cadre, "Come to my office…"

For Heller, money is the most important thing. He was very disappointed in Will.

As for Will himself?

He didn't care. Now he just wanted revenge!

As soon as he came out of the nightclub, the subordinate who was smoking by the car immediately threw away the cigarette butt and opened the car door for him.

After he got in, he asked, "Have you found Ennio?"

The subordinate sitting in the passenger seat nodded, "We found him. Ennio is hiding in that labor agency all day long now."

"They are all his people inside. He hardly has any time alone. At least we haven't found it in the past few days."

The Camilla Gang started out by kidnapping, and their members can't be said to be proficient, but at least they have mastered the ability to stalk and scout.

They even entered the labor agency to observe, but they never found a good opportunity.

The car drove out of the nightclub's parking lot, and Will seemed a little irritable, "How many people do they usually act with?"

"About a dozen people, and… they don't look easy to mess with."

Will punched the seat in front of him, "I don't care if they are easy to mess with or not…"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "Take action directly. Whoever stops us, kill them."

The driver looked at the rearview mirror, "Will, someone is following us."

Will had long known that Lucal had arranged for people to keep an eye on him, and it was the kind of blatant surveillance that annoyed him greatly, but now he didn't dare to kill police officers casually.

The police officers behind him were from the Criminal Investigation Team, different from the patrol officers on the street, and the price to pay would be different.

"If they like to follow, then let them follow."

This also gave him some time to calm down a bit, "Do they also stay at the office at night?"

The subordinate in the passenger seat shook his head, "They may have discovered us. These past two days, they haven't left at night. We don't know which room they're staying in."

Will raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already afternoon.

Considering Heller's dissatisfaction and threats in his tone today, Will thought it over and over, and finally decided not to wait for them to be alone, but to strike directly, and tonight.

"After we get back, notify everyone to come to a meeting."

In the car behind Will's, a plainclothes police officer frowned, "Do we have other colleagues watching them?"

The partner sitting next to him shook his head, "I haven't heard of any."

Ever since Will brazenly killed the woman Kent was keeping, Lucal had required the surveillance officers to work in pairs and carry weapons.

He didn't dare to gamble on whether Will would attack the police officers. They dared to attack big shots, so attacking police officers didn't seem like a difficult thing.

Two people, it's safer.

The two officers' vehicle was further away, but they clearly noticed that someone else was following Will, which made them feel very curious.

The partner sitting in the passenger seat took out a notebook, "I'll write down the license plate number first. I'll find out when I go to the police station tomorrow."

"That's the only way."

Will's car arrived in the southwest of the Imperial District. The environment here was better. The best communities in the Imperial District were here, including villas.

After the car entered a villa community, the car that had been following Will didn't stop and left directly.

This made the two police officers following behind feel a little more doubt. Could it be... just going the same way?

They weren't too sure, but they would report this matter and investigate the license plate number.

And now, their job was to openly keep an eye on Will, so their car also entered the community and parked opposite Will's villa on the internal road!

The gang member in charge of guarding the gate immediately told Will about these two people. Will cursed a couple of times and told him to ignore them, not taking it to heart.

He knew what Lucal meant, to find the murderer who killed his brother through him.

This was also one of the reasons why he was so anxious!

What if Ennio, due to pressure, suddenly chose to surrender and was protected by Lucal? Then his brother would have died in vain!

He couldn't possibly rush into the Goldenport City Police Department to kill Ennio, could he?

Maybe the branch bureau had a one in ten thousand chance, but the city bureau was basically impossible.

He had to get rid of this bastard before Ennio became alert and took action, and before Officer Lucal took action, so time was tight.

As for this kind of surveillance, almost face-to-face, he could only pretend not to see it. Perhaps Officer Lucal now hoped that he would do something wrong to hold him back.

At a fork in the public road outside the community, Morris got out of the car and walked to a phone booth on the side of the road.

He inserted a two-cent coin and, after hearing the prompt, dialed the office's phone number.

"I followed him all the way, and now he's in Senhu Manor. I watched him go in... Okay..."

A moment later, he hung up the phone, walked out of the phone booth, and lit a cigarette.

Then he looked left and right, got back into the car, and drove it back to the entrance of the manor and parked.

In the office, Lance hung up the phone. At this time, the office had closed early, and the room was full of their own people.

"Morris has already located him. He's in Senhu Manor."

Lance looked at the people around him. No one retreated. This time, even Sean didn't retreat.

He lit a cigarette, "He has already found us. The people watching us outside these past two days have already explained this situation, and we have also found him."

"We are already 'face to face'. It depends on who strikes first."

"Whoever strikes first has the advantage and can catch them off guard when they don't expect it."

He paused for a moment, "Does anyone know this Senhu Manor?"

Ennio raised his hand, "I know."

Ennio was a legal immigrant who had been here for many years. Goldenport City had developed the fastest in the past twenty years, so it was not surprising that he was familiar with this place.

Senhu Manor was a speculative product of a real estate developer. This company wanted to hype up the concept of a "New Bay Area". Anyway, it was all by the sea, and Senhu Manor also had a beach further west.

But obviously, there weren't too many rich fools. People were only willing to continue developing the Bay Area, rather than developing some New Bay Area.

Soon, the concept of the New Bay Area disappeared, leaving only some high-end real estate projects in backward areas.

Now, these villa areas and high-end communities are inhabited by middle-class people, with no real wealthy people in the true sense of the word.

And the house that Lance and the others had just bought was actually two streets north of Senhu Manor. On the map, they and Will were still neighbors!

"...The occupancy rate here is not very high. Many houses are listed for sale at real estate agencies."

Ennio shrugged, "My father often looks at this information. He always thinks he will be able to afford one of them in the future."

The rich don't want to live here, and those who want to buy don't have the money. This may be the price of failed speculation.

After Ennio finished speaking, the room fell silent, with only the sound of people constantly smoking.

After a few minutes, Lance threw the cigarette butt on the ground, raised his toe and crushed it, "We'll strike tonight."

No one objected. Then he began to assign tasks, who would be in the same car as whom, and who would take what weapon.

At the same time, Will was sitting on the sofa in the hall. The room was full of thick smoke. He smoked one after another. All of his subordinates had come here. There were more than thirty people.

The Camilla Gang had about two thousand members in total, of course, that's what they said, including some peripheral members who didn't engage in crime themselves.

The core members were only less than three hundred people.

They had a total of six senior executives, plus Heller, and the organization department, with eight or nine core members dividing up these members.

On average, each senior executive controlled only thirty or forty core members.

They needed to bear all the expenses of these people, so sometimes it wasn't that they didn't want to expand their strength, but that the money in their hands didn't allow them to expand infinitely without restrictions.

After almost everyone had arrived, Will's eyes swept over the faces of these people one by one, and he took a deep breath, "We'll strike tonight..."