Chapter 145
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Wailing police sirens quickly appeared at the crossroads. A landlord stood before the police, complaining.
The outer wall of his house had been violently struck, and the windows were even cracked!
But he didn’t know who to blame for this, so he could only call the police; he was also the first to report it.
He thought it was a car accident until he heard intense gunfire.
Officer Hunter put on his gloves, lifted the caution tape, and stepped onto the scene. Two cars were there, one stopped in the middle of the road, the other pressed against the wall, its body severely deformed.
He first walked towards the car stopped in the middle of the road. With just a casual glance, he had a very familiar feeling, as if… he had seen a situation like this car’s somewhere before.
Where had he seen it?
Many crime scenes flashed through his mind, finally settling on the photos from the recent gang shootout, where Will had died outside a car, and all the cars at that scene were like this, riddled with bullet holes.
The scene had high-wattage lighting equipment, clearly revealing the tire skid marks on the ground.
“The attackers used at least two cars. They surrounded this car and shot at it. The people inside didn’t even have time to react before they were all killed.”
“Very professional, and a very sharp method. These people are veterans,” Officer Hunter walked to the car, glanced inside, and saw four people clearly dead.
“The forensic team hasn’t arrived?”
“Not yet, they said they couldn’t find the car keys.”
He shook his head slightly, then walked towards the twisted and deformed car at the corner of the wall. The officer responsible for maintaining order at the scene followed behind him.
As he walked, he introduced the situation, “The dead is a high-ranking cadre of the Camille Gang. He was first hit by a truck, which then pushed his car into this corner of the wall.”
“The driver died of pressure-induced suffocation, with no other injuries.”
“…This… guy died from close-range submachine gun fire.”
“At least one pound or more,” Officer Hunter suddenly said, which confused the officer in charge of the scene.
“Sorry, Officer Hunter, what did you just say?”
Officer Hunter pulled his head back from the car window, walked outside the caution tape, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
He had just eaten something for his night shift snack when he saw such a bloody scene. Although he had seen worse, it was indeed uncomfortable, so he smoked a cigarette to calm himself.
“I said, that unlucky fellow has at least one pound of bullets in his body.”
He exhaled a puff of smoke after speaking. “For this case, you all gather the evidence from the scene and send it to my office. I’m in charge of this case.”
Will, Liam, plus this unlucky guy.
Officer Hunter had heard about the shootout between the Camille Gang and the Lance Family and was particularly surprised by the final outcome. Undoubtedly, they had begun their revenge.
He looked around. There wasn’t much of a scene or evidence to collect. He had seen the crime scenes of this group, and they were always handled very cleanly.
Sometimes they were so experienced they didn’t seem like a newly formed small team at all, but sometimes, they were indeed very naive.
At least in terms of making others understand what they were saying, they were still very naive.
Hunter returned to the police station and asked the Assistant Chief on duty, “I went to the scene, and it’s highly likely that Lance and his people did it.”
“Someone said they saw three people shooting around that car. They fired at least sixty bullets into his body, which will be another interesting challenge for the forensic team.”
Finding every bullet from shattered internal organs might be a good game for forensic pathologists when they’re bored.
“Chief, should we warn them, or…” He didn’t continue what came after “or.”
The Assistant Chief was smoking a cigarette. He didn’t like pipes, and who the hell liked pipes and packing tobacco themselves?
But he wouldn’t say anything. Sometimes he would even bring some tobacco to Chief Charlie.
It was clearly bought at a high price, yet he would pretend it was homemade by relatives in the countryside and put it in a cheap box.
Everyone has moments they can’t resist.
The Assistant Chief knew what Officer Hunter meant. He pondered for a while, “Make contact.”
Officer Hunter stood up grinning, saluted casually, and walked to the door, saying, “I’ll come over as soon as I have news.”
“But it’s unlikely we’ll find him during this period; they’ve all disappeared!”
Soon, those who needed to know about this knew about it: Lance had begun his revenge!
And, they also knew that this was just the beginning!
The next morning, William drove his inexpensive car to the municipal parking lot. As soon as he got out, he heard people discussing last night’s shooting.
Six people, five shot dead. This case spread quickly among some people.
The name “Lance” also caught his attention, and he silently committed it to memory.
Upon arriving at his office, he briefly handled his work, then found a friend with whom he had a good relationship.
The two took their cups to the pantry, a good place to slack off. The old coffee machine gave them a suitable reason to stay there longer.
William stood in front of the coffee machine, hitting the old machine forcefully. “I heard they replaced all the toilets in the building, but not the coffee machine.”
His colleague couldn’t help but laugh. “Even though the coffee machine is old, it at least works. If the toilet exploded, it wouldn’t just be a matter of going to the bathroom.”
The two exchanged smiles. William brought up something he wasn’t very familiar with, “I heard about Lance and some gang, what happened to them?”
His colleague clearly knew more about these matters. “Lance is the Lance Family, a… similar to a street family organization in the Triangle Area.”
“It’s hard to explain, I don’t know them very well. They don’t collect protection money, nor do they rob or threaten people. They just lend money to those who need it, and help illegal immigrants find jobs.”
“Sometimes I think they should be working here because they do more than we do!”
They solved the problem of residents having no money, helped capitalists find cheap labor, and addressed the issue of illegal immigrants causing a decline in urban public safety, and perhaps other issues. In short, they indeed solved many problems.
They were much stronger than some people who only sat in their offices and issued orders.
“And then?” William started brewing coffee; it would take some time. “What happened to them?”
“The Camille Gang said they had some conflict with them, I’m not sure, and then two of their cadres died.”
“You know, they take such matters very seriously, it’s a matter of face, so they decided to retaliate.”
“Then the two groups fought for an hour. The Camille Gang, with superior numbers, fought the Lance Family for over an hour, hundreds died, and they still lost.”
“Hundreds of people?” William asked incredulously!
His colleague didn’t think the number he stated was exaggerated at all. “Do you want to listen to you or me?”
William paused for two seconds. “Listen to you.”
“Then shut up!” His colleague seemed very invested, speaking with enthusiasm. “Then yesterday was the Lance Family’s revenge, and it was again a high-ranking cadre of the Camille Gang who died.”
“If you go to the Empire District now, you’ll find many Camille Gang members on the street, looking everywhere for Lance Family members.”
“As long as they enter the Empire District, they will definitely be discovered!”
“Also, William, you can take the coffee pot down now!”
“What?” He turned his head and saw the coffee pot whose lid was almost lifting, and quickly took it off the special small stove. “God, it almost boiled over.”
He poured coffee while asking, “So now what?”
His colleague shrugged. “Not sure, but the revenge definitely won’t end. We’re all guessing how far it will escalate.”
William returned to his office, preoccupied. Not so much worried about Lance, but rather about his daughter.
Having found such a boyfriend, would she be implicated?
At the same time, the seed of desire planted by Lance in his heart received its first watering and began to sprout.
He was a true Federation citizen. If one didn’t consider official rank, he could be called a legitimate Federation citizen.
From his ancestors onwards, his family had been large landowners. He knew better than Lance what the core of this society was.
If Lance could make a name for himself this time, perhaps it would also be an opportunity for him.
He now urgently wanted to contact Lance, but couldn’t. He would have to go back and ask his daughter.
In fact, it wasn’t just him or Patricia who couldn’t contact Lance; even Alberto couldn’t.
This also meant their trip to Yalan might have to be postponed, but he didn’t care. He also wanted to know the outcome, and many people did.
Even some people among the Five Families began to notice Lance and the Lance Family.
The death of one comrade was enough to panic the remaining four high-ranking cadres of the Camille Gang. One of them decided to hide in the countryside for a while.
He didn’t even dare to leave with too many people, but instead fled in the middle of the night with two trusted subordinates under the cover of darkness.
Of course, he also told his other subordinates to continue their work and wait for his return.
The all-night journey left the three of them exhausted. To get a little further, they drove until noon before stopping at a roadside motel.
After the three had a good sleep, night had fallen.
The time wasn’t too late, but in winter, it gets dark earlier.
There was a small restaurant downstairs at the motel. The three ordered something to fill their stomachs; they no longer sought lavish or delicious food.
While wolfing down their food, they discussed their next steps and guessed what was happening in the city.
“We have people in Creekside City as well. We’ll hide there for a while, and when the situation here stabilizes, we’ll decide whether to come back.”
“I’m very pessimistic about Heller right now. He’s not brave at all. He should take responsibility for the trouble he caused, but now he’s hiding at home, making us targets!”
As the three were talking, the bell hanging on the restaurant door suddenly jingled.
The drowsy girl stood up, forcing a smile as she uttered the welcome, “Welcome to Oasis Motel Restaurant.”
Four men, wearing long trench coats, hats, and formal suits with red ties, walked in.
Such obviously high-class clothing somewhat brightened the girl’s spirits, but these people didn’t seem to be there to eat. They suddenly turned and looked at the three people eating nearby.
Just as the girl was about to tell them to order at the counter, the four men almost simultaneously and neatly pulled open their trench coats, drawing submachine guns from the hems of their coats, much to her wide-eyed astonishment…
(End of this chapter)
