Empire of Shadows

Recently, the "Tide Report," which exploded in popularity due to "some understanding," is almost a must-have for everyone. I don't know if they are trying to disgust Director Dale, but they have also launched a continuous series of films centered on "Office Romance."

Whether it's beautiful law enforcement officers or beautiful criminals, someone will always get hurt.

They re-spelled the name of the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Firearms Administration to create a word that is similar but not quite.

If you carefully look at each letter, then in the end, it will definitely not be what you think it is.

But if you just take a quick glance, then it is what the compilers want people to associate it with.

A coquettish female director named "Dale" being pinned on the table has sparked people's enthusiasm for buying, and for a time, the "Tide Report" is almost sold out!

The apartment manager looked at the naked, young, and beautiful girls inside, sighing and drooling.

He never understood why these young and beautiful girls had to engage in such a lowly job. They could obviously find a good husband with their looks and figure.

Even if they didn't want to rely on men, they could find a decorative position in a large company, instead of flaunting their coquettishness in these newspapers and magazines.

What would their fathers think? What would their mothers think? What about their relatives?

Shameless!

He touched the little money in his pocket and sighed. How great it would be if he had money.

While thinking about these things, a lot of footsteps suddenly sounded in the lobby. He quickly put away the "Tide Report" and then showed a relatively indifferent expression, "I..."

He wanted to say, "What can I do for you?" but looking at these people wearing hats and trench coats who didn't look easy to mess with, he couldn't say those words.

Hiram walked to the counter, flicked his hair, "I need... the spare key to this room."

The apartment manager squeezed out a smile, "We... don't... provide...", he watched Hiram put his hand into the pocket of his trench coat, he quickly opened the drawer, "Here, it's here!"

Saying that, he placed a spare key on the counter. Hiram originally planned to give him some benefits, but he also realized the reason why the other party did this. He smiled and took out the money, counted out ten dollars, and put it on the counter, "You didn't give us the key, and you didn't see us, right?"

The manager nodded repeatedly.

Many apartments have spare keys. When tenants rent a room, they sign a guarantee agreement. Without their permission and in the absence of law enforcement, apartment managers are not allowed to enter these rooms at will.

But in reality, they can't do this. Almost the entire country can't do it.

In some other cities, including Goldport City, there have been more than one case of apartment managers using spare keys to infringe on tenants.

But the situation in the entire country is like this. They have a legitimate reason to keep a spare key. Whether they can abide by the contract and moral code purely depends on the manager himself.

But the problem is that, at this time, or even at any time, being an apartment manager is not a decent job with social status. This means that the people who do this job are all from the bottom of society.

When they have the right to enter and exit tenants' rooms, it is difficult not to have some evil thoughts.

If one day, their reason can't control their impulses, then sin will occur.

But this has nothing to do with now. The group of people took the key and went upstairs. Jimmy, who was eating tasteless food, planned to leave tonight. He couldn't continue to stay here.

As for his girlfriend?

As long as you have money and a gun, what place doesn't have a girlfriend?

The potatoes were hard to eat, and the boiled beef was also hard to eat. He couldn't figure out why the beef his girlfriend cooked was easy to chew, but the beef he cooked was like leather shoes.

At this time, the sound of a key inserting into the lock cylinder sounded outside the door again. He glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze. This bitch!

There was some disdain on his face, but soon, his eating movements froze.

Without a doubt, the person outside the door turned it in the wrong direction. The door was locked!

His girlfriend had lived here for a long time, so it was impossible that she didn't even know which way to turn her own door key.

The next second, he pulled out his pistol, nervously and vigilantly shouting loudly, "Who's there!"

The person outside the door seemed to realize this, and the twisting speed obviously accelerated. Soon the door opened.

Jimmy couldn't help but fire a shot, but no one was outside the door.

He was looking for a place to hide in the living room while observing.

Soon, someone seemed to be looking inside. He fired two more shots, missed, but also made that hat retract.

He was now extremely nervous, guarding the living room while thinking about how to escape.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find any way.

His apartment faces the street, and there is nothing outside the window.

If it was an apartment facing the back street, there might be an emergency escape ladder outside the window.

He was now very desperate. He didn't want to die.

The other party seemed to have probed twice. He fired two more shots. Two or three minutes later, his gun was empty.

Hiram walked in holding a submachine gun. Jimmy, who had no bullets, slowly raised his hands...

Ten minutes later, three police cars arrived here. Besides seeing a few bullet holes in the wall, they didn't find anything unusual.

There were no witnesses, or rather, the witnesses didn't dare to testify. This was the situation that the Goldport City police often faced.

The deterrent power of criminal organizations is too great. Even if one or two, or three or five people go in because of a witness's testimony, they still have dozens or hundreds of brothers outside!

The so-called "Witness Protection Law" in the Federation is like a joke. Even before these witnesses appear in court, their names and personal information may have already been revealed.

In this era where the judicial system is like a fishing net with countless holes, whoever is foolish enough to have a sense of "justice" will not have a good end.

The police interrogation, like all previous similar cases, did not get any feedback. Even the apartment manager insisted that he did not see anyone going up or out. At this point, the police also hastily closed the team.

On the one hand, these witnesses did not cooperate. On the other hand, they themselves were too lazy to investigate.

Who knows who this case will eventually be investigated to, and even more, who knows whether their investigation of the truth of these cases will make them pay a heavy price.

In this way, a case that obviously may involve kidnapping and murder was defined as a "missing person case" in the files of the Port District Police.

And the way to deal with missing person cases is often passive. Only when clues to missing person cases are found in other cases will they restart the investigation.

Before that?

They will only tell the missing person's family to print more missing person notices...

Twenty minutes later, Jimmy shook his head and broke free from the hood. He was locked in a place similar to a garage, with tarpaulin on the ground, including the walls as well.

The whole room was dark green, which made him feel a little panicked.

He focused his attention and looked around, his gaze finally falling on two people he knew.

Mr. Chobaf and his assistant.

In an instant, he understood why he was here now, and not somewhere else.

The two of them were talking to a young man. He vaguely had a familiar feeling, but he couldn't quite place it.

Perhaps the approach of death had enlightened him. He suddenly thought that this person might be Lance!

But guessing this answer could only make him more helpless.

"I have given you the justice you wanted. I hope revenge can make you feel better. No matter what you do to him, I will clean it up."

Lance explained a few words to them and then left first.

The others left the room in silence, but they didn't really leave. They were all outside the room.

At this time, only Mr. Chobaf and his assistant were left in the room.

"Let me go."

Jimmy looked at the two, licked his lips, his voice a little hoarse, "Please, you are not the kind of cruel people, I know you don't dare to kill me."

"Come on, beat me up, and then let me go..."

Mr. Chobaf just watched quietly. Today's avenger was someone else.

The assistant's eyes were a little red, "You killed him, tortured him for more than half an hour."

Jimmy stopped talking. He knew who the assistant was talking about, the young man hiding in the Xilin District.

Polly asked him to make a honorary kill. He had to do as Polly told him, torture him, then pose him, and finally stab him to death.

"All this is Polly..."

Bang!

The dull cavity sound of a hollow aluminum alloy baseball bat hitting bone was particularly clear in this room.

Jimmy looked at the obviously broken tibia and let out an unprecedented burst of screams!

He wanted to shift the responsibility to Polly, but what awaited him was a baseball bat with enough power to hit a home run!

Five minutes later, Mr. Chobaf couldn't bear it anymore and came out of the room with a bad look on his face. He had never imagined that his assistant had such a violent side.

It wasn't until twenty minutes later that the assistant came out of the garage, with a lot of blood on his body.

Although he looked scary, at this moment, his energy looked much better than before.

The negative emotions in his heart were mostly dispelled, and he seemed to have become cheerful again, the gloomy aura on his body also disappearing a lot.

He sincerely thanked Lance for everything he had done for him!

However, he had no way to express his gratitude to Lance in person, because Lance had already left. He had things to do that night and didn't stay.

The assistant took off the blood-stained coat and pants and burned them in a fire.

He stood by the fire for a long time, as if saying goodbye to hatred.

It was clearly a little cold, but he felt like he was in a warm environment, not only was his heart hot, but his whole body was hot!

A minor character like Jimmy was not worthy of being put in a gasoline barrel and sent to Angel Lake. He was directly thrown onto the firewood pile, doused with gasoline, and soon turned into bones.

After these bones were crushed, they would be sent to a nearby pet food factory, ground into bone meal, and made into pet food.

People would never find any trace of him again, as if he had never appeared.

Eric looked at the convertible parked in the box and smiled with satisfaction. He had put in a lot of effort for this convertible.

He stroked the pure white and smooth body. There was even an inscription on the body - Eric gives this to his beloved Shayna.

This sentence was "drawn" on the left front of the car with silver-white metal parts. When light shines on it, it will sparkle.

A declaration full of love!

The car seat was filled with bright red blooming roses. The contrast between white and red made the whole car look more appealing to girls.

Red roses are not easy to get now. They are either bought from greenhouses or imported from the tropics, but no matter where they come from, their prices are shockingly expensive.

But it doesn't matter.

The nightclub's casino is like a gold mine that can never be exhausted, producing two or three thousand dollars in revenue every day. Even if this car cost him more than five hundred dollars, he doesn't feel bad at all.

Anyway, this money will come back tomorrow!

Today is Shayna's performance, and he wants to give her this gift after Shayna's performance, in the spotlight.

He glanced at the few young people representing the "locals" on the other side, with a look of disdain on his face.

What he sent was a luxury convertible worth 20,000 dollars, what can they send?

The opera performance lasted for two hours, but the chapters with Shayna only lasted for forty minutes.

Shayna on the stage was radiant and charming. She had strong professional skills and had received the most professional training since she was a child, which gave her a calm demeanor that was unlike her young age. Many people were her supporters.

In addition, the "battle of pursuit" that has recently unfolded around her has given her a higher status in the minds of young people.

This is also one of the blind followings of people. In fact, many people didn't understand Shayna at all at first, especially those who didn't watch opera.

However, as Eric and some young masters' vying for jealousy began to be reported by the media, some young people also began to pay attention to the girl who caused the conflict between these two groups, and thus began to like her.

They may not be able to say what they like about Shayna, but simply like her because "everyone likes her."

This may be what Shayna really wants, rather than those expensive gifts.

Seeing Shayna leave the stage, Eric couldn't sit still and ran backstage to show his courtesy. His competitors would not let him go to show his courtesy alone so easily, and they all followed.

A group of people surrounded Shayna, mocking and provoking each other. At first, she was very unaccustomed to this situation, but gradually, she actually began to get used to it.

On the contrary, if there were no people ridiculing, mocking, and laughing at each other, she would feel a little lonely.

"Shayna, I have specially prepared a special gift for you today, you will definitely like it!"

Shayna rolled her eyes, looked at Eric, who was flattering her like a pug, through the mirror, "I don't like those things, I've already said it."

"If I need anything, I will buy it myself..."

She doesn't like Eric, because Eric is just an illegitimate child. If she wants to marry someone, she will definitely choose a legitimate heir from a noble family, not a... bastard.

Of course, she wouldn't say it, so that she could continue to use these people's competition to gain exposure for herself.

Recently, the magazine "Federal Opera" has reported on her, although the content is not much, but this is indeed good news.

Eric didn't seem to hear the impatience in her tone, and continued to say with a cheeky face, "I bought a car for you, Ishtar's Moonlight Goddess, only it can match your temperament!"

Shayna, who was originally planning to refuse, had already opened her mouth, but... she slowly turned to look at Eric, with some uncontrollable surprise in her eyes.

Just like what his lackeys said, Shayna would get tired of clothes and jewelry after using them once or twice. No matter how many gifts they gave, they would eventually be sent to antique stores to sell second-hand goods.

Sometimes, even if she clearly wanted to wear them, she would lose interest as soon as she remembered who gave them to her.

Only cars, especially luxury cars, are what she needs every day.

She is currently driving an ordinary car, of course, this ordinary is only ordinary for their class, four or five thousand dollars, which is actually a good car.

But compared to the "Moonlight Goddess" specially built for women, and a convertible, which woman can resist it?

Eric suddenly felt that his 20,000 dollars was worth it, "Of course, it's parked outside..."

"Take me to see it!"

This was a rare initiative from Shayna recently. She even held Eric's hand, which made Eric feel like he was about to... explode.

He glanced at those locals with the unique eyes of a victor, and led the goddess away from the backstage.

"What to do now?"

Someone asked.

Everyone has different thoughts. Everyone has a prominent background, but no one said anything.

It's not that they don't have money, but they are considering whether this money is worth spending.

When they spent less money before, they didn't care, dozens, hundreds, one or two thousand, three or five thousand, they would just lose it.

But now it is obvious that consumption has been upgraded. Now it is 20,000, what about in the future?

30,000, 50,000, if they could get a result by spending this money, they might not be willing.

But that Shayna clearly wants all the benefits, but doesn't want to give it to anyone, which makes them a little hesitant.

Although they are young, although some people think they are stupid, they are not really stupid.

I don't know who suddenly said, "Arthur, didn't you say you made a lot of money recently?"

"Are you embarrassed to watch us be suppressed by a foreign bastard?"

Arthur did make a lot of money, but half of the money was taken away by his mother, saying that she would save it for him and give it to him later.

Anyway, it is very likely that this money will not be recovered, but he doesn't care, after all, after two businesses, he himself has more than 200,000 in hand in addition to the capital.

If Councilor Williams hadn't stopped him from continuing to smuggle alcohol, he would have wanted to jump into this industry!

Usually, he doesn't have a very high status among these people, far inferior to James, and everyone doesn't pay much attention to him.

But he is very careful, "I don't have that much money."

The person who spoke squeezed out of the crowd, "You can buy a villa, buy it in your own name, but lend it to Shayna to live in."

"In this way, the money is still your money, but it can earn us face, what do you think?"

Arthur was still hesitating, when a peer next to him couldn't help but said, "If you can't do it, I'll do it!"