Empire of Shadows

When real estate developers design houses for the middle class, they always include a garage.

The middle class sometimes pursues quality and style of life more than the upper class. This is a very interesting social phenomenon because the middle class always believes that "making themselves better will make life better."

They will require their house to have a yard, and some even hope that they can plant a big tree in their yard, or put down a swing set, so that their children can play in the yard.

They will also require their house to have a garage, and the garage is connected to the main building.

This way, when it rains, they don't need to rush out of the car and let those damn raindrops fall on their hundreds-of-dollars outfits.

There are many things in the garage that are not usually used, and they are piled up here, as well as some tools, which provide some cover for the deputy sheriff.

He gasped for breath, took out the pistol's magazine and glanced at it, only four bullets left.

He must return to the car, or back to the room, where there is also a shotgun.

From his current hiding position to the door of the room is about five meters away, which sounds like just a blink of an eye.

But just a blink of an eye is enough for those people to kill him several times.

His mind is now very confused. He looked up at the gunmen outside the garage who were hiding behind some cover, holding guns and observing him, and his adrenaline soared to an unprecedented level.

He took a deep breath, suddenly fired a few shots, causing the gunmen outside to shrink their necks, and took advantage of the possible one or two seconds to rush into the room.

He fell heavily to the ground, and there was a shout from outside, "He's been shot!"

The deputy sheriff's face flushed slightly, and a look of despair appeared in his eyes as he looked at his wife and son standing in the living room, screaming into the phone!

They came at the wrong time, or rather, they came at the right time. He was not prepared at all.

His son looked at his bleeding leg in horror, "You've been shot!"

The deputy sheriff nodded, but he couldn't bother to say anything to his son now. He had already heard those people approaching his house.

The loose floor that his wife had always asked him to fix, but he never had time to fix, made a miserable cry of being overwhelmed.

The creaking sound revealed a chilling feeling!

He hopped to the utility room under the stairs on the first floor, and rummaged through it to find his shotgun, a Stuart shotgun, a very classic model, using a magazine-fed structure at the butt.

The bullets can be inserted one by one from the guide groove of the butt, providing up to seven plus one bullets. He held the shotgun tightly, tore open the bullet box with trembling hands, and installed the bullets!

A dark shadow had already appeared outside the door. After he pushed the last bullet in, he directly chambered the round. The simple but ingenious mechanical structure of the shotgun began to work.

A bullet was pushed into the chamber by a push rod, and the hammer was also pushed open in this process.

The deputy sheriff raised his shotgun and fired a shot at the dark shadow outside the door!

Bang!

His wife was so frightened that she dropped the phone, and his son also趴 on the ground. The shadow outside the door shook, and someone screamed!

His face was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, and the orange-yellow bullet was ejected from the ejector, and the sweat dripped into his eyes.

He blinked his eyes, this is a person's instinctive reaction, and at the same time, the sound of opening the back door came from the kitchen. The moment he turned his head, the front door was kicked open!

Attacked from both sides, the moment he turned around, there was a gunshot from behind. He felt like he had been pushed by someone, and coupled with the gunshot wound on his thigh, he staggered and fell to the ground!

The shotgun in his hand, due to the instinctive reaction of a person when falling, pointed the muzzle down at the floor and fired a shot, and then fell off to the side.

From the still-shaking receiver hanging on the edge of the cabinet, came the response from the police station operator, "Madam, was that a gunshot just now?"

But no one could answer it.

The deputy sheriff's wife knelt on the ground, holding her head and looking in horror at her husband who had fallen to the ground, and her son was roughly the same.

The deputy sheriff felt a little short of breath. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his chest, but the wound came from his back.

His lungs should have been pierced. If this kind of injury cannot be treated in the hospital now, he will basically not survive.

His current posture is already difficult to shoot, and the gun is not in his hand.

He struggled to turn around, leaned against the corner of the wall, panting heavily, and several young people walked in from outside, holding guns.

The deputy sheriff was a little surprised. He thought he would be frightened, feel fear, or even beg the other party to spare him.

But now he didn't feel any fear at all, and didn't feel... afraid, panicked, because he was about to die.

He just raised his head and looked at the somewhat familiar young man in front of him, "You are looking for me, my family is innocent, let them go!"

His wife was so nervous that she couldn't speak, and his son looked at him with tears in his eyes, seemingly begging him to save him.

But now, he can't do anything, he can only lie here, feeling life disappearing from his body bit by bit.

The young man looked down at him condescendingly, with a smile on his face that made him very uncomfortable, "Think carefully, how did you answer that night?"

The deputy sheriff instantly became颓然, became old, he lowered his head, and the light in his eyes was also lost.

He didn't even have time to say anything more, a bullet shot in from his forehead, and his whole body shook violently and fell to the side.

The young man shook his head and nodded slightly to the other two people in the room who couldn't even cry.

The sound of gunshots instantly resounded throughout the room, and the flames occasionally spewing from the muzzle could illuminate some shadows on the wall, although it was only for a moment, it also became eternal.

The gunshots in the room continued fiercely for a while, for about ten seconds. Then, these young people helped a unlucky guy who had been shot back into the car and quickly left the scene.

The deputy sheriff's house finally became quiet again, as if no one had come here, and it hadn't lost anything.

The look in the deputy sheriff's eyes completely disappeared. He seemed to be thinking, regretting, and repenting.

But life is like this, a question, there is always only one chance to choose.

If those young people had failed that night, then their fate would have been the same as the deputy sheriff's family, or even worse than them.

In that kind of situation, whether people are innocent is actually not that important anymore. In the end, those young lives will only become a cold number in the newspaper.

They survived, which has nothing to do with others. No one gave them grace. They survived by risking their lives.

But the deputy sheriff seemed to lack some luck. He didn't survive, that's all.

The group left quickly, and unfortunately, they took a wounded person with them when they left.

In one-to-one error-free version!

The bad news is that this unlucky guy was shot when he broke down the door, and the bullet should have pierced his chest as well.

But the good news is that they will go to the hospital now to solve this problem.

Ten minutes later, seven or eight police cars arrived quickly. Someone in the community reported the police, hearing that there were fierce gunshots here, and also involving the residence of police officers. The police station attached great importance to it and immediately sent a large number of people over.

If it hadn't involved the police, they might have had to wait at least five more minutes.

They had tried their best to rush over here, but they were still one step late.

After they pushed the door open, the policeman who walked in first turned his face and said "God", the tragic situation of the three people in the room made him unable to look directly.

"The deputy sheriff, his wife, and his child are all dead..."

They searched the entire house and found no one else. The forensic doctor arrived late.

Looking at the bodies covered with bullet holes, the forensic doctor made his professional judgment while wearing gloves - suspected to be done by the Lance family.

The Lance family has already been registered in the forensic field of Goldenport City. Forensic doctors do not like to deal with the bodies of people killed by the Lance family, because it is very troublesome to deal with.

Especially that madman Hiram, he can shoot fifty-five bullets into a person's body, which is a terrible challenge for forensic doctors.

He has to find every bullet from those pieces of meat that have been shattered, and then try his best to piece together those pieces of meat and put them together by category.

Bullets will roll after entering the human body, and the huge force will tear apart fragile organs.

Various tissue fluids, body fluids, liquids secreted by internal organs, and blood are fused together in the thoracic and abdominal cavities. The pungent smell is so bad that people can vomit out yesterday's dinner!

These corpses are also very much in line with the style of the Lance family. They were also injected with a large number of bullets after their death, which is too recognizable!

The deputy sheriff being killed at home is definitely a provocation to the federal police, a blatant slap in the face!

Hunter knew about this immediately because the deputy sheriff was also his deputy, the deputy director of the police station.

But after the rage, he actually found that he could do nothing!

He punched the table hard, and the police officers outside the door were so frightened that they didn't dare to make any noise.

"Bring back all the witnesses!"

A dozen minutes later, they brought back a bunch of witnesses. Hunter personally stared at the questioning of these witnesses. He also took out some photos, but these witnesses did not provide the results he wanted.

Yes, Lance did not participate in this revenge, a matter of course.

He was a "Boss" now, not some small fry. He had a whole bunch of people waiting to do his bidding.

At this crucial, tense moment, there was no way he would do something so stupid as to personally murder the deputy sheriff's family.

Hunter slumped wearily in his chair. Even if everyone knew that Lance had ordered it, they had no proof!

Lance wasn't some nobody anymore; you couldn't just frame him and expect it to work.

If they wanted to truly arrest Lance and send him to prison, they needed real, solid evidence.

Hunter looked at the old photograph on the desk, the badge on his chest gleaming in the sunlight.

He had never felt so dissatisfied with it as he did now.

It had made him who he was, but it also limited him!