Empire of Shadows

Chapter 146: Attitude, Rumors, and Escape [Monthly Ticket 666+1]

The wailing sirens of the police cars quickly arrived at the intersection, where the landlord of a house stood before the officers, complaining bitterly.

The exterior wall of his house had been violently impacted, and some of the windows were even cracked!

But he didn't know who to turn to for this matter, so he could only call the police, making him the first to report it.

He thought it was a car accident until he heard the intense gunfire.

Officer Hunt put on his gloves, lifted the police tape, and stepped into the scene. Two cars, one stopped in the middle of the road, and the other pressed tightly against the wall, with severe damage to their bodies.

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He first walked towards the car stopped in the middle of the road. With just a casual glance, he had a familiar feeling, as if… he had seen the situation of this car somewhere before.

Where had he seen it before?

Many crime scenes flashed through his mind, eventually locking onto the photos of the gang shootout he had seen not long ago. Will died outside the car, and all the cars at the scene were like this, riddled with bullet holes.

High-wattage lighting equipment illuminated the scene, clearly revealing the tire skid marks on the ground.

"The attackers used at least two cars. They surrounded this car and opened fire. The people inside didn't even have time to react before they were all killed."

"Very professional and sharp methods. These people are veterans." Officer Hunt walked to the car and glanced inside. All four people were dead.

"The medical examiner hasn't arrived yet?"

"Not yet. They said they can't find the car keys."

He shook his head slightly, then walked towards the car, twisted and deformed, at the corner of the wall. The officer responsible for maintaining order at the scene followed behind him.

While walking, he introduced the situation here to him, "The deceased is a senior member of the Camilla gang. He was first hit by a truck, which pushed him into this corner."

"The driver died of compressive asphyxia, with no other injuries."

"…This…guy died from close-range submachine gun fire."

"At least a pound or more," Officer Hunt suddenly said, which confused the officer in charge of the scene.

"I'm sorry, Officer Hunt, what did you just say?"

Officer Hunt pulled his head out of the car window, walked to the outside of the police tape, and took out a cigarette to light it.

He had just eaten something as a late-night snack for his shift, and then he saw such a bloody scene. Although he had seen worse, it did make him feel uncomfortable, so he took a cigarette to calm his nerves.

"I said, this unlucky guy has at least a pound or more of bullets in his body."

He finished speaking and exhaled a puff of smoke, "You guys clean up the evidence at the scene first, and then send it to my office later. I'm in charge of this case."

Will, Liam, plus this unlucky guy.

Officer Hunt had heard about the infighting between the Camilla gang and the Lance family, and he was also particularly surprised by the final result. Without a doubt, they had begun their revenge.

He looked around. There wasn't much of a scene or evidence to collect. He had seen these people's crime scenes before, and they were all handled very cleanly.

Sometimes they were so experienced that they didn't seem like a newly established small team at all, but sometimes, they were indeed very naive.

At least in the matter of how to make others hear clearly what they were saying, they were still very naive.

Hunt returned to the police station and asked the assistant chief who was on duty, "I went to the scene. It's very likely that Lance and his people did it."

"Someone said they saw three people surrounding the car and shooting. They fired at least sixty bullets into his body, which will be an interesting challenge for the medical examiner."

Finding every bullet from the shattered pieces of internal organs might be a good game for the medical examiner to play when he's bored.

"Chief, do you want to warn them, or…" He didn't continue what he was going to say.

The assistant chief was smoking a cigarette. He didn't like pipes. Who the hell could like pipes and stuffing tobacco themselves?

But he wouldn't say it, and sometimes he would bring some tobacco to Chief Charlie.

It was clearly bought at a high price, but he had to put it in a cheap box and pretend that it was made by relatives in the countryside.

Everyone has moments they can't resist.

The assistant chief knew what Officer Hunt meant. He thought for a while, "Make contact."

Officer Hunt stood up with a smile, gave a casual salute, and said as he walked to the door, "I'll come over as soon as I have news."

"But we're unlikely to find him during this time. They've all disappeared!"

Soon, the people who should know about this knew about it. Lance had begun his revenge!

Moreover, they also knew that this was just the beginning!

The next morning, William drove his worthless car to the city hall's private parking lot. As soon as he got out of the car, he heard people discussing the shooting last night.

Six people, shooting five. This case spread quickly among some people.

And the name "Lance" also caught his attention, and he silently remembered it in his heart.

After arriving at the office, he briefly dealt with the work at hand and found a good friend.

The two of them went to the tea room with cups. This was a good place to slack off, and the old coffee machine gave them a suitable reason to stay here longer.

William stood in front of the coffee machine and slammed the broken machine hard, "I heard they replaced all the toilets in the building, but they didn't replace the coffee machine."

His colleague couldn't help but laugh, "The coffee machine is old, but at least it works. If the toilet explodes, then it's not a question of whether you can go to the toilet or not."

The two smiled at each other, and William talked about something he didn't know much about, "I heard people say Lance and some gang, what's wrong with them?"

His colleague obviously knew more about these things than he did, "Lance is the Lance family, an organization similar to a street family in the Triangle District…"

"It's hard to say, I don't know much about it. They don't collect protection fees, and they don't rob or coerce others. They just lend money to people who need to borrow it, and also help illegal immigrants find jobs."

"Sometimes I think they should come to work here, because they do more than we do!"

Solving the problem of residents not having money, helping capitalists find cheap labor, solving the problem of illegal immigrants causing the city's security to decline, maybe there are others, in short, they did solve a lot of trouble.

They are much better than some people who just sit in the office and give orders.

"Then what?" William started to brew coffee, which took a little time, "What happened to them?"

"The Camilla gang said they had some conflicts with them, I don't know much about it, and then two of their leaders died."

"You know, they take this kind of thing very seriously, it's a matter of face, so they decided to take revenge."

"Then the two gangs fought for an hour. The Camilla gang fought against the Lance family with more people than them for more than an hour, and hundreds of people died, but they still lost."

"Hundreds of people?" William asked in disbelief!

His colleague didn't think the number he said was exaggerated at all, "Are you listening to you or me?"

William was stunned for two seconds, "Listening to you."

"Then shut up!" His colleague seemed to be very involved, and said with enthusiasm, "Then yesterday was the Lance family's revenge, and the deceased was still a senior member of the Camilla gang."

"If you go to the Empire District now, you will find that there are many people from the Camilla gang on the street, and they are looking for people from the Lance family everywhere."

"As long as they enter the Empire District, they will definitely be discovered!"

"Also, William, you can take the coffee pot down!"

"What?" He turned his head and saw the coffee pot with the lid almost popping up, and quickly took it off the special stove, "God, it almost spilled out."

While pouring coffee, he asked, "Then now?"

His at the same time shrugged, "I don't know, but the revenge will definitely not end, we are all guessing what extent it will eventually develop to."

William returned to the office with some worries. It wasn't so much that he was worried about Lance, but that he was worried about his daughter.

She has such a boyfriend, will she be implicated?

At the same time, the seed of desire that Lance had planted in his heart was also watered for the first time and began to germinate.

He is a true federal man, and if he doesn't consider the level of official position, he can be said to be an orthodox federal man.

From his ancestors, he was a large farmer, and he knew better than Lance what the core of this society is.

If Lance can make a name for himself this time, perhaps it is also an opportunity for him.

He now urgently wants to contact Lance, but he can't contact him, so he has to go back and ask his daughter.

In fact, not only he, or Patricia, could not contact Lance, but even Alberto could not contact him.

This also led to the postponement of their trip to Yalan, but he didn't care. He also wanted to know the result, and many people wanted to know.

Even some people in the five major families began to pay attention to Lance and the Lance family.

The death of a companion was enough to panic the remaining four senior members of the Camilla gang. One of them decided to hide in the countryside.

He didn't even dare to leave with too many people, but took advantage of the night and took two confidants to run away in the middle of the night.

Of course, he also told his other subordinates what to do and what to do when he came back.

The all-night journey made the three of them mentally exhausted. In order to go a little further, they drove until noon before stopping at a roadside motel.

The three of them had a good sleep, and when they woke up, it was already dark.

In fact, the time was not too late, but the sky in winter was darker earlier.

There was a small diner downstairs in the motel. The three of them ordered some food that could fill their stomachs; they weren't concerned with abundance or deliciousness anymore.

They were wolfing down their food while discussing their next steps and speculating about the current situation in the city.

“We also have people in Creek Valley. Let's go there and hide for a while. Once the situation here stabilizes, we can consider whether to come back.”

“I have a very poor opinion of Heller right now. He's not brave at all. He should take responsibility for the trouble he caused, but he's hiding at home and making us targets!”

As the three were talking, the bell hanging on the restaurant door suddenly jingled.

The drowsy girl stood up and forced a smile as she said, "Welcome to the Oasis Motel Diner."

Four men wearing long trench coats, hats, and formal suits with red ties walked in.

These obviously high-end clothes perked the girl up a little, but these people didn't seem to be here to eat. They suddenly turned and looked at the three people eating next to them.

Just as the girl was about to tell them to order at the bar, the four of them almost simultaneously opened their trench coats and, to her astonishment, pulled out submachine guns from under their coats…