Empire of Shadows

Chapter 380: Scheme [666+3]

Three soldiers lay hidden in the dense forest. They had smeared mud on themselves and rubbed local herbs on their skin, but the mosquitoes still relentlessly tried to bite them.

These past few days had been hell. These mosquitoes were more annoying than the bullets flying all over the battlefield!

One of the soldiers swatted his hand, chasing away some mosquitoes buzzing near his face, and asked in a muffled voice, "Is this guy really that good?"

The person lying next to him nodded. "Keep quiet."

The third person chuckled and said, "I heard he's amazing, making tens of thousands of Federal Sols every day."

The other two couldn't help but reveal some shock. The guy holding the gun couldn't help but exclaim, "How much stuff could that buy?"

The three of them were members of the Imperial Resistance Army and had a good relationship with Mador, being comrades in arms.

As the Imperial Emperor regained control of the situation, the Resistance Army's days were getting tougher and tougher. They were about to collapse.

Once the Resistance Army was completely wiped out, the royal family would definitely carry out a major purge within the country.

Those great nobles who could decide the direction of this matter had already reached a consensus with the royal family on the distribution of benefits through this uprising, which almost overturned the royal rule. They had reconciled.

Then, these remaining tools were obviously no longer needed.

Lacking supplies, lacking funds, lacking food, lacking everything, almost all of the Resistance Army was struggling to survive, and most were hiding in the mountains.

Their outing this time also had a purpose. It was said that Mador was doing well in the Federation and had brought his family over, which was no small amount of money.

They planned to use Luigi's head as a gift to see if they could find some connections through Mador.

To get some money or supplies back to continue fighting against the emperor's tyranny.

So this mission was very important to them, and they had to complete it perfectly.

The three were discussing what Mador's wonderful life in the Federation was like when suddenly someone told them to shut up, "The target has appeared."

In a building at the foot of the hill, Luigi came to the edge of the terrace on the second floor.

This was the only place where they had a chance to kill Luigi. Any further down and they would run into Luigi's patrol.

Labor in the Aldera Republic was cheap. A few Federal Sols could hire an adult male to work for you for a month, without a day off, and you didn't even need to give them food. They would eat bananas to fill their stomachs.

For his own safety, Luigi hired a lot of people, who patrolled every ten minutes or so, all carrying guns.

Once discovered, the three of them weren't sure if they could escape alive.

Luigi had too many people, and they also had cars, while they had nothing.

So they could only wait, just wait.

Finally, Luigi appeared again, standing on the edge of the terrace, holding a phone, the phone line long and connected to the phone base next to the recliner.

"Paul is dead?"

"What the hell!"

"I was hoping he could help me contact Lance to resolve the small issues between us. How could he die?"

He was a little exasperated. He didn't dare to smuggle alcohol to Goldport City anymore. Who could withstand the loss of tens of thousands every time?

But smuggling to other places wasn't very cost-effective either. As the Coast Guard began to use armed ships and gunboats, the risk of smuggling increased, but the profit didn't increase much.

He still wanted to send the goods to Goldport City, but now that Paul was dead, he had no chance to ease things with Lance. He could only think of another way.

"Okay, okay, I got it, hang up."

He handed the phone to the butler next to him and turned to walk to the corner of the terrace.

And this just happened to be exposed to the people on the hillside.

He threw the cigar into the jungle, changed to a cigarette, and felt very irritable.

If it didn't work… a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, then he would just kill Lance.

As long as it was a person, they would die. No one could withstand bullets, not even the Federal President.

He didn't believe that Lance was so powerful that he could withstand bullets?

The Yalan region was so poor that it was ringing, and the cheapest thing was human life.

In the Federation, it might cost two or three thousand to find a killer, but in Yalan, some people were willing to kill for fifty!

"Damn it, blocking my path to wealth, don't blame me for getting rid of you!"

He took a puff of cigarette, put one hand on his hip, and looked towards the mountains with his upper body upright.

The dense mountains would give him a very comfortable feeling. He liked to see the small animals that occasionally appeared in those mountains.

It didn't seem unbelievable that a gang leader liked small animals.

Just as he was looking for whether he could find those beautiful large parrots, he suddenly saw a few leaves suddenly shake, and then the next second, it was as if someone had punched him.

He even wanted to raise his hand to touch his cheek, but he couldn't do it at all!

At the same time as he was pushed down by a huge force, he heard a gunshot…

At this time, there was only one thought in his mind—

Damn, it's over!

Fortunately, he didn't feel any pain. In just a few seconds, he completely lost consciousness and sank into eternal darkness!

The three gunmen cleaned up and quickly ran away along the escape route they had planned, completely disappearing into the jungle in a very short time!

What awaits them will be a new beginning!

"…Yes, of course, I admire Senator Cleveland very much. Their ideas are indeed a bit excessive… Okay, I will cooperate well."

Lance hung up the phone, and he relayed the Labor Union's plan to expand the conflict to Tom.

With Tom's personal ability to follow the senator everywhere, even if he might have a slight flaw in dealing with people, he certainly wouldn't be too bad at doing things.

Indeed, after Tom learned of this news, he immediately reported it to Senator Cleveland, who frowned upon hearing it.

"Are these Lance's original words?" he looked at Tom.

Relaying a message is a very skillful thing, because even if you learn it again, it is difficult to replicate the original words 100%.

Tom confirmed again and again, "These are Lance's original words. He said that the Labor Union is planning to use this opportunity to promote the implementation of the rating system."

Senator Cleveland couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, "They did find a good time. These guys are really damn, they don't care at all about the severe situation we are facing now."

"Fortunately, Goldport City is on our side."

He pondered for a while, and Lance's telling him this news made Lance's importance in his heart increase another level.

Now his job is just to let the dock find a middle ground that both parties can accept as soon as possible, and then stabilize the matter as soon as possible.

"Go and reveal to the dock management company that someone is planning to sue them for monopolizing operations in Goldport City."

Tom lowered his head after being stared at by him for two or three seconds, averting the other party's gaze, because he already understood what Senator Cleveland wanted to convey.

"I will find a few companies we know."

Letting companies submit monopoly protests to the judiciary is much better than simply hinting.

Senator Cleveland was very satisfied, "I remember the State Attorney General is here too?"

"Find something for him to do!"

Behind every senator is a network of interests that may involve multiple states, and each node in these networks of interests has its own broad network of relationships.

For example, Senator Cleveland's supporters are the consortium in his state, and this consortium has certain connections with consortiums and companies in other places.

As long as these companies do import and export trade, or need some overseas resources, then they will definitely have to deal with Goldport City more or less, or simply establish a branch here.

Tom quickly found several companies, gave them a little hint, and then brought them to the door of the Attorney General's office and knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

The Attorney General was very polite. He was even more polite when he saw that it was Tom. After a brief greeting, he looked at the people behind Tom.

Tom briefly introduced them to him, "These are friends from Collinsley (state). They have encountered some legal problems here and don't know who to turn to."

"To be honest, I don't know much about the law. I didn't graduate from law school, so I thought of you, Attorney General."

The Attorney General had actually tasted something, he looked at these people with a smile, "What's the problem, I can tell you, or I can find someone to help you."

Several people immediately began to talk about some of the bad deeds of the Goldport Wharf Management Company, including the use of unfair competition methods to implement monopoly behavior.

In fact, this is a bit far-fetched, but whether it is far-fetched or not depends on who is forcing it.

If it was a shipwright or dockworker standing in front of him, it would definitely be far-fetched.

But the ultimate reason these people came here must be Senator Cleveland, then they are not far-fetched at all.

"I know, please leave your phone numbers, and I will have someone investigate these matters."

"If it is true, I will deal with it as soon as possible and give you an explanation."

Tom felt that this State Attorney General should understand what he meant, so he smiled and stood up, "Speaking of which, I'm really sorry, I still have to trouble you to ask about these things outside of work."

"No trouble at all, this is our job."

He himself didn't believe this sentence, Tom certainly didn't believe it, and the people behind him didn't believe it either!

But this is politics!

Soon, they left. The Attorney General glanced at the potentially useless phone numbers those people had left behind.

The state government's system was more or less involved in the transfer of benefits to and from Goldport City. He wouldn't really treat this matter as something that needed to be taken seriously.

If he really needed to crack down on this case, Senator Cleveland would have to call him personally.

Therefore, he saw this as a form of pressure. He hesitated for a moment and dialed the local prosecutor's number.

"Come to my room, now!"