Empire of Shadows

Chapter 125: Bang, Bang, Bang [Monthly Ticket 666+4]

Car doors that haven't undergone special modifications aren't bulletproof, so when the firepower is concentrated, hiding in the car is like lying in a coffin ahead of time.

No one knew which car Will was sitting in, but whoever dared to raise their head, they would focus their fire on that car.

From the time Lance returned to the car and slammed on the accelerator until now, at most three or four minutes had passed, maybe five minutes, but maybe not even that.

The smell emitted after the gunpowder was ignited was mesmerizing; some people liked this smell, as well as the smell of gasoline and banana oil.

Some people even like the smell of paint. In short, there will always be people who like different smells.

The clicking sound of the empty firing pin made Ethan throw the submachine gun back to his side, take out his pistol, and fire another burst of bullets at the nearest car.

At this time, the gunshots gradually subsided, and the convoy parked on the road was riddled with holes, with fresh blood constantly flowing out from the gaps between the car doors and the base.

Slowly, viscous, dripping onto the ground.

But surely there are still people alive inside, and possibly more than one.

Now, searching each car to see if there are any survivors is not a good choice. It is very dangerous. Lance doesn't want any accidents to happen, although an accident has already happened.

The surrounding area seemed particularly quiet because of the concentrated gunshots. He took his pistol and fired several shots at the car's fuel tank. The bullets pierced the fuel tank, and gasoline began to flow out along the bullet holes. Others also realized Lance's purpose and fired at the fuel tanks.

"I thought it would explode!" Ethan said, feeling a little disappointed that he didn't see a fireworks display.

The smell of gasoline was already very strong. Lance sat in the car, took out a match, and lit it.

At that moment, the incandescent light it emitted illuminated his expressionless face. He casually threw the match onto a pool of gasoline.

Soon, all seven cars were set on fire. Suddenly, someone pushed open the car door and rushed out, shouting, but was immediately shot down by several guns.

Feeling the raging flames around him, Will couldn't hide any longer.

He shouted loudly, "Don't shoot, I don't have any weapons, I'm Will..."

He pushed open the door, raised his hands, and struggled to crawl out of the car.

When leaving the car, he was tripped by something, and his knees knelt on the ground.

The sandy ground gave him a piercing pain. Everyone could hear the sound of bone hitting hard against the concrete, which made their teeth ache.

He endured the pain and stood up not so nimbly, while looking around, somewhat dazed and somewhat恍惚.

Again, someone rushed out of the burning car, but they didn't have Will's good luck and soon became corpses on the ground under a hail of bullets.

Lance got out of the car and looked at him.

This was the first time Lance and Will stood face to face, but it was also the last time.

"Let me go, name a price," Will tried his best not to let his voice tremble. He didn't dare to speak forcefully, because if he did, he would show his fear.

On the contrary, a lighter voice made it impossible to hear the trembling behind his voice.

Lance shook his head, spat out a puff of smoke, and the firelight illuminated the two of them. Some people's hearts were as fiery as flames, but others were so cold.

"You can't afford the price, Will."

Lance glanced at Ethan, reached out his hand, and signaled him to give him the gun. Ethan did so, but gave him the submachine gun.

He glared at Ethan, then turned to look at Will and couldn't help laughing. He felt a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I... didn't plan to use this."

Will was still trying, "Listen, let's end everything here. I'll give you all my wealth over the years..."

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Lance, holding the submachine gun, didn't wait for him to finish speaking and directly pulled the trigger to the end, turning him into a sieve in Will's unbelievable gaze.

The firelight only illuminated half of Lance, one half in the firelight and the other half hidden in the shadows. He stood there with his legs slightly apart until he couldn't fire another bullet!

The wind at night lifted his windbreaker and blew off his hat.

Only after all the bullets were fired did he return the submachine gun to Ethan, his hand a little numb.

Will hadn't completely died yet, but his life had entered its final countdown.

He fell to the ground, his body constantly twitching because of his desire to survive. His body seemed to be making a final effort to stay, to stay in this world.

But his body, which probably had a pound of bullets, wouldn't give him this chance.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and his eyes had become dim. He was still looking at Lance, seemingly questioning him why he didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

Lance bent down, picked up the hat from the ground, patted it twice on his clothes, and then put it on, with a slightly mocking smile, holding his chin at a slightly tilted angle, "I told you, you can't afford the price."

After saying that, he returned to the car, the vehicle started again, and soon the convoy disappeared into the night.

At this time, Officer Lucar, who had just arrived at the Senhu Manor, looked at his subordinates' empty police cars and the empty villa.

He cursed twice, very dirty words, and then slammed on the accelerator and got on the highway.

He thought the people here hadn't left yet, but what he didn't expect was that not only had the people left, but his subordinates were also gone!

He vowed that, no matter what, he would make Will pay the price!

He increased the speed of the car to the fastest, and the faces of the two police officers sitting in the back were slightly pale. At this time, the radio suddenly transmitted all-channel dispatch information—

"...Empire District...a concentrated firefight occurred on the Luluduan section. Repeat, a concentrated firefight occurred on this section, suspected of having automatic weapons."

"Please nearby patrol officers support the scene as soon as possible. Please pay attention to safety..."

Lucar suddenly turned the steering wheel and drove towards the scene.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the scene. The flames were still burning. After showing his credentials, he entered the scene and was very annoyed to see that there was almost nothing left to burn.

"Where's the fire truck?" he looked around, "It's almost burned out, where's the fire truck!"

Just as he was speaking, the fire truck in the distance finally arrived as quickly as possible. The firefighters, who were obviously awakened from their dreams, looked at the scene that was about to extinguish naturally and still dutifully connected the fire hydrant.

Watching them wash away the last bit of possible remaining evidence everywhere, Officer Lucar held his head and kicked the ground hard—the kind where the toe of the shoe landed on the ground and dragged along the ground.

But coincidentally, the heel of his shoe was scraped off by the rough ground!

"Fuck!" Officer Lucar's roar made people take the initiative to stay away from him.

He walked back and forth several steps, then suddenly ran to the ground next to the mortuary vehicle, opened those mortuary bags one by one, and when he saw Will's face, he suddenly turned around and ran back.

Get in the car, start it directly, step on the accelerator to the end, Lance!

As long as he finds Lance now, he can arrest him directly!

But obviously, he couldn't find Lance.

Lance was in a public telephone booth, holding the surgeon's business card in his hand, "...I'm sorry to call you so late, but I really encountered some trouble."

"Yes, I know, but the situation is very special now."

"Listen, we don't have that much time. On one side is 20,000 yuan and my friendship, and on the other side is my anger. What do you think you should choose?"

"...Okay, of course, no problem, I remember it, wait for me..."

After he hung up the phone, he said a location, and the convoy immediately set sail again.

Someone was shot, and more than one person was shot. Lance even suspected that it might have been them shooting their own people. Everyone was circling around Will's convoy in the darkness, and no one could guarantee that every shot hit the right place.

Ethan, that idiot, was shot in the thigh. At first, he didn't feel it until he realized that his pants were wet.

Lorne was shot in the arm, and what surprised Lance was that Hiram, who had his body completely out of the car window, was completely fine!

Four people were shot, and several others were also injured, but it was unknown how they were injured. Two of them needed stitches.

Having just finished the firefight, going to a large hospital now was just asking for trouble. He thought of the doctor who performed surgery on Elvin last time.

Lance liked this kind of doctor who had good surgical skills and was willing to take on private work.

Although the initial communication was not so smooth, it has now been resolved.

There is no one in this world who cannot be persuaded. If you cannot persuade a person, then you must have made a mistake in the conditions.

The doctor had a friend, and that friend had a private clinic with surgical conditions, so they let them go over.

Soon the car stopped outside the clinic, and surgery was performed in order from most severe to least severe.

The surgery lasted until more than three in the morning before it was all done.

Lance had already gone back once, and there were 20,000 yuan in the paper bag in his hand.

The doctor looked at him helplessly, and then looked at the bag of money, "I won't admit that we have met."

Lance didn't deny it. He said very sincerely, "Thank you very much for your help, otherwise I would have lost several family members today."

"In the future, in Jincheng City, if there is any trouble that I can solve, call me anytime, anywhere!" He took out a business card and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor didn't want to take it at first. He was threatened to come over to perform surgery in the middle of the night, and it was obvious that these people had just participated in a firefight. He didn't want to cause trouble.

But Lance's threat was so blatant. He was just a doctor, not anything else, and in the end, he could only compromise.

However, after the surgery, he had some other ideas. Looking at the business card in Lance's hand, he gently pinched it, "I will try not to use it."

Lance patted him on the shoulder. "Want me to take you back?"

The doctor shook his head. "You should take care of yourselves first."

He gave Lance some medicine and told him how to take care of the patients.

After they came out of the clinic, Lance called Alberto again; he needed some help now.

There weren't enough tickets, but he had to add them first.