Empire of Shadows

“I mobilized everyone I could…”

Hiram stood by Lance’s side, holding a submachine gun, which made the police officers feel a bit numb.

But considering the Federation Constitution allows Federation citizens to legally possess weapons to protect their lives and property, they could only ignore it.

Even though they knew that, strictly speaking, most of these people were not Federation citizens at this moment.

But compared to a firefight, playing dumb was obviously easier.

More than a hundred men armed with various firearms occupied the entire street, which made those police officers, who were only holding defensive revolvers, feel an indescribable curse welling up in their chests.

The ground was littered with shell casings, and there were also a dozen or so bodies.

There were fifteen people in the other three cars, but now only nine had gotten out. The other six were already dead, plus the driver of Lance’s car, that made seven!

Out for twenty minutes, seven people dead. Perhaps this was the most realistic portrayal of gang life.

You never know when, where, who, for what reason, will suddenly shoot you a few times!Lance walked to the side of those cars, looking at the brothers who had come out together. He was about to grind his teeth to pieces.

These people who could come out with him were all his most trusted men. As a result, so many had died at once. His eyes were a little red.

Elvin’s shoulder had also been shot, but it was just a graze, even lighter than the graze Lawn had suffered last time. A simple bandage was enough.

Imperial Precinct Chief Bruce knew this was not a good time, but he still came over, “They said they want to invite you to the police station to rest for a while and help us find out who did it.”

He used very careful wording. He could see that Lance was in a fit of anger.

Some people, when they are angry, will shout and yell, but some people, the angrier they are, the calmer they become.

Lance’s body didn’t move. Only his eyeballs slid from the middle to the far left, the corner of his eye sweeping over Precinct Chief Bruce.

Just this one glance made Precinct Chief Bruce feel something terrible.

He held his breath in his chest, and even his breathing seemed to be out of control!

But soon, Lance took a deep breath, and the flames of anger in his eyes were actually suppressed by him, “I need to call my lawyer first.”

Lance’s gaze shifted away, and only then did Precinct Chief Bruce let out a heavy breath.

Who the hell provoked Lance for no reason?

At this time, the ambulance also arrived. The doctors and nurses looked at the bodies all over the ground, and for a moment, they didn’t know whether they should start the rescue.

“Let them save them, save as many as possible, including these people.”

With Lance’s instructions, the doctors began to get busy. At the same time, Roben the lawyer also received a call.

He told Lance not to say anything that would be unfavorable to him. He was worried that Lance didn’t know what words would be unfavorable to him, so he said, “If you are not sure whether what you are about to say is unfavorable to you, then don’t say anything at all!”

This was actually a very effective subjective judgment method. Only words that you are strongly sure will not cause any problems for you can be said.

But his advice was still to say nothing at all, and wait for him to come.

He had very rich experience in defending and serving gangs. He knew how to deal with the police.

But when he heard that Lance was still waiting for him at the scene, he was not so anxious anymore. Perhaps this was the special part of a “big client”!

Ambulances, police cars, morgue vans, doctors, forensic examiners, police officers, and neatly arranged bodies…

Fortunately, Roben the lawyer was not far from here. His law firm was in the Priliccia District, and he arrived in seven or eight minutes.

When he saw the shell casings all over the ground and the large pools of blood, his scalp tingled a little.

“You are the one among all my clients who likes big scenes the most, Mr. Lance!” Roben the lawyer said, not sarcastically, but rather… with a sigh, then walked towards the police officer from the Priliccia precinct, “I am Mr. Lance’s legal representative. If you have any questions, you can talk to me first.”

The police officer, who had been in a daze for a while, was also very innocent, but fortunately, Bruce had already contacted their precinct chief, so it wouldn’t be too difficult for him.

“We would like to ask Mr. Lance to come to the police station with us to make a statement, and ask some questions by the way.”

He used very careful wording. Roben the lawyer agreed, but had one condition, “I want to be by my client’s side.”

The police officer couldn’t even mention any conditions and immediately agreed.

Soon, Lance, in their own car, went to the Priliccia precinct. The news of Lance’s convoy being attacked also spread throughout Golden Port in a very short time.

The mayor was in a meeting. When he heard about this matter, he raised his eyebrows, said “what a pity,” and then returned to his work.

Lukar also knew this news. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that Lance was not dead, because in the end, whether it was sending Lance away or sending him in, it could only be him!

When Hunter told Charlie about this, Charlie just squinted his eyes slightly, motionless.

After going to the Priliccia precinct with the police, the precinct chief personally received Lance in his office.

Lance left the other matters to Roben the lawyer and Elvin to handle. He lit a cigarette.

There was still some blood splattered on his body. He wiped it clean with a handkerchief dipped in water, then sat down on the sofa.

The curling smoke covered his face. For a moment, Precinct Chief Bruce and the precinct chief next to him didn’t know what to say.

After a while, Lance had smoked a few puffs, “We’ve met before.”

At Charlie’s retirement party.

Lance’s hand was on his temple, as if thinking, “I remember your name… Mr. Hendry?”

A smile appeared on Precinct Chief Hendry’s face. Lance extended his hand and shook his, “Sorry for the trouble today.”

This was not an easy sentence to respond to, so he didn’t, “Were you injured?”

Lance shook his head, “The blood on me is my brother’s. It might get your sofa dirty. I hope you don’t mind.”

“How could I mind?” he said, then paused for a moment, “Mr. Lance, this was a very vicious attack. We will definitely arrange for manpower to investigate it thoroughly.”

“And please rest assured, we will do our best to catch the culprits and give an explanation to the injured and the dead!”

Lance pursed his lips and nodded, “It would be best if you can do that. Of course, if there are any clues, you can also tell me. Some things are more suitable for me to do.”

His hint was very obvious: no need for evidence, just clues, and then let the bullets speak.

Hendry clearly knew that Lance didn’t want to say more now. He didn’t talk much either. After asking about how things were handled, he let Lance and the others leave.

Obviously, there was no way to take over the bar in the Starlight District today. Sitting in the car, he had the convoy go directly to the Lezhu Finance Company.

When the convoy stopped, it startled the Howard brothers who were sunbathing at the entrance, but when they saw it was Lance getting out of the car, they breathed a sigh of relief, but still stood up.

“I heard you were attacked?” They had helped Lance before. Lance bumped shoulders with them.

“Yes, I don’t know how many there were. There were bullets everywhere, but luckily I survived…” He glanced at the sign of the Lezhu Finance Company, “Is Alberto in?”

Little Howard gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, “He’s in the office.”

Lance patted the brothers’ arms, squeezed out a smile, and walked in. Hiram also wanted to follow, but Lance refused.

He didn’t greet the little beauty this time. The little beauty looked at Lance’s back, seeming a little at a loss. She exchanged glances with the Howard brothers at the entrance, rolled her eyes, and sat back down.

Lance directly pushed open the door to Alberto’s office this time. Alberto was on the phone. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Lance come in, then said, “I’ll call you back later,” and hung up the phone.

“I heard you were attacked.”

Lance walked to the chair opposite him and sat down, “At least twenty or thirty gunmen opened fire on our car. The scene was extremely explosive!”

He seemed to be joking, but there was no smile on his face, which made Alberto a little suspicious, “What’s wrong with you?”

Lance moved forward a little, playing with some of the small ornaments on his desk, “The only people who knew I was going to the Starlight District today were your people.”

If it were in the Empire District, it would be impossible for Lance to be attacked on such a large scale!

He couldn’t say that he would never be attacked by gunmen, but for such a large group of “outsiders” to enter the Empire District, first of all, they couldn’t get past those dissatisfied old men on the street!

These old men had lived on their streets for twenty or thirty years. In this era where people were not isolated by electronic information, the connection between people was very close!

They could clearly say who lived on this street and what their characteristics were. So for “non-locals” to want to come in on a large scale, they would be detected by Lance at the first moment.

And with the financial encouragement promoted by Lance, if there was anything that made the old men feel something was wrong, people they hadn’t seen before, they would call Bolton!

So the difficulty of attacking Lance in the Empire District was very high!

Today he was going to the Starlight District to take over the bar that Paul had promised him. Besides these trusted people around him, only the people of the Pasoretto family knew about this matter.

After all… tidying up a bar and handing it over was no small matter for the Pasoretto family.

Alberto immediately understood. His expression also became serious, “Are you saying someone on my side sold your information?”

Lance pressed the tail of the mermaid desktop lighter that Alberto had just bought. Every time he pressed it, the mermaid would make a blowing-a-kiss motion, and then fire would come out of her head.

“Someone knew in advance that I was going to the Starlight District. Besides someone on your side having a problem, I can’t think of a second possibility!”

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