Chapter 247

Snake didn’t know how he survived. The moment the grenade exploded, he was pressed flat against the ground, but even so, the moment before he lost consciousness in his memory, he also felt the pain in his body.

He was covered in dust now, with several burning pains on his back. Shrapnel had torn through the wooden bed, leaving bleeding wounds on his body.

He coughed a few times, holding a gun in his hand, and crawled towards the outside of the house.

He could barely even stand up now; his injuries were too severe!

He felt his clothes were sticky. He knew that was the effect of being soaked in blood. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he knew he had to get help as soon as possible!

He crawled slowly towards the door on his hands and knees. Just as he was about to reach the door, it suddenly opened.

Pairs of brand new, shiny leather shoes appeared in his line of sight. He slowly raised his head and saw several young faces.

“Mr. Snake?”

The person in the lead asked.

Snake didn’t know what had happened to the others, but right now he just wanted to live, “I’m not Snake. Snake lives in the next room.”

“Shit, he is Snake, I swear!”

“He has a viper tattoo on his wrist. In the whole gang, only he has it tattooed on his wrist!” The voice of a high-ranking gang cadre came from outside the door. Snake’s vision went black, but fortunately, he held on.

He knew that quibbling was meaningless. He looked at the person in front, “What do you plan to do with me?”

Lance showed a regretful expression, “I have no intention of letting you leave alive, Mr. Snake.”

“I came here just to see who was plotting to kill me, but…” he showed some regretful expression, “I didn’t expect it to be a character like you.”

“As the host, please allow me to say ‘Welcome to Golden Port, Mr. Snake.'”

“And…” as he spoke, he began to turn around, “…goodbye, Mr. Snake.”

The two young men standing behind him drew their pistols. Amidst Snake’s “motherf—ker,” he was riddled with bullets.

Morris stood in the parking lot, shouting towards this side, “The state police are coming.”

Lance, on the second floor, gave him a thumbs-up, meaning everything was taken care of.

The group went downstairs. The other few high-ranking cadres of the Viper Gang followed them at a loss, all the way to the parking lot.

Lance got into the car, looked at them, and said with a slightly regretful expression, “Sorry, there’s no room for you here.”

The few high-ranking cadres of the Viper Gang still didn’t understand what this sentence meant when dense gunfire rang out again!

In an instant, all five of them fell to the ground, their faces showing the terror of death, or the anger of meeting such an end!

The group got into the cars. Even the Viper Gang’s cars were driven away by Lance and his men.

About seven or eight minutes after Lance and his group left, three state police patrol cars stopped on the shoulder of the road not far from the motel.

They first observed for a while with binoculars, then listened carefully for a while. After confirming that no one was shooting, they approached the motel without turning on their sirens.

When they saw the empty parking lot in front of the motel, these state troopers all breathed a sigh of relief.

They turned on their sirens and notified the radio station that they had arrived at the scene of the incident.

Being a cop in these times has never been a simple matter. In some literary works or rumors, people always think that criminals don’t dare to shoot at law enforcement officers.

But this is actually a misunderstanding, or rather, it is actually a plot arrangement for the purpose of dissemination. In reality, there is nothing that criminal groups dare not do!

For example, during the great western expansion, those criminal groups not only dared to rob commercial institutions, but also dared to rob the sheriff’s office, the post office, and the bank!

Law enforcers?

Law enforcers are also human. In the eyes of criminals, law enforcers are actually no different from those ordinary people.

They will also die if they are shot in a vital spot. They are not supermen. They can’t scare anyone!

So the Federation does not lack people who dare to make a move on law enforcers. On the interstate highways, it’s often a no-man’s-land. The highway patrol and state police are actually also very cowardly.

They don’t dare to randomly stop those vehicles that look hard to mess with. What if they stop a deadly star, then it’s time for them to be draped in the national flag!

So even if they receive a report that there is a firefight here, they will wait until the firefight is over, and even until one side has left, before entering the scene.

Looking at the bodies strewn all over the ground, the leading police officer relied on the tobacco in his pipe to eliminate the discomfort of nausea, “These sons of b—tches are too crude…”

His partner couldn’t help but tease, “How do you want them to be refined?”

“Clean everything up for you and then stand with their hands up waiting for you to come and handcuff them?”

That police officer cursed a few times under his breath, then threw himself into his work.

They had to check the identities of these people, find some identity information on them to determine who the victims were.

But actually, doing this was useless. Every year, several thousand people died on the Federation’s interstate highways, with an average of a dozen or so highway homicides per day. Let alone being able to solve them, even the number that could be discovered was probably less than eighty percent.

There were still many people under the dirt in the wild, sleeping for decades or hundreds of years, until the murderers who killed them got tired of the police’s incompetence and took the initiative to stand up. Only then would they have a day to see the light again.

Otherwise, most of the bones would eventually be decomposed by nature and completely return to nature.

As for chasing those criminals?

They were not that stupid yet. Those criminals had long since run away without a trace. Even if they were to chase, they would only chase in the opposite direction.

Time passed bit by bit. To show “sincerity,” Brinton only brought thirty or forty people out this time. The remaining half of the people stayed at the nightclub to prevent Lance and his men from launching a surprise attack on the nightclub.

Before nine o’clock, he had already arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant early and had driven out the normal customers in the restaurant.

All the tables and chairs were placed against the wall by his subordinates. In the entire restaurant, there was only one table in the very middle, and the dishes had begun to be served one after another.

Smelling the pleasant aroma, he felt hungry, but he still had to wait for Lance to arrive.

He was in a good mood. After tonight, the Viper Gang would be the biggest gang in the Empire District!

The time pointed to 8:55. A subordinate suddenly walked in, “Lance and his men are here.”

A line of cars stopped at the entrance. Elvin and Ethan got out of the car first. They checked around the restaurant to confirm that no one was hiding inside before returning to the outside of the door. Lance got out of the car, walked into the restaurant, and sat opposite Brinton.

This was the first time they had sat face to face. Lance lit a cigarette and looked at Brinton, while Brinton was also carefully sizing up Lance.

“You’re not quite what I imagined, Lance,” he said, looking carefree and thoughtless. “But you’re very punctual. I like punctual people.”

Lance said a “thank you,” which made Brinton pause for a moment, “The one who answered the phone this afternoon wasn’t you?”

He could tell that Lance’s voice and the voice on the phone in the afternoon were not the same person. He was a little confused about the situation.

Lance did not deny it, “But the result is the same, isn’t it?”

He looked around, “Now we are sitting here, isn’t this your purpose?”

Brinton thought about it carefully, and a smile returned to his face, “That’s right, as long as the result is the same.”

“By the way, I also invited a special guest over tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”

Lance looked at him with a half-smile, “Oh? What guest, do I know them?”

He thought Brinton was talking about Snake. That dead ghost should be lying on the table of the interstate highway police coroner right now, while the coroner was experiencing the unique pleasure of the Golden Port coroner—finding bullet heads in the sticky, minced meat.

But this time he guessed wrong, because soon he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He turned his head to look, and it was Eric.

He looked much gloomier. The painkillers had messed him up badly. He was now completely inseparable from painkillers.

A few days ago, the Red High Heels was surrounded, and he was arrested. That son of a b—tch Charlie didn’t give him any face at all. He was searched wearing only a pair of underpants.

The only sense of security the mayor could provide him was that those police officers didn’t poke his ass with a stick!

But the days in detention were not comfortable. In the middle of the night, the effect of the painkillers wore off. His whole body ached, and he kept moaning in pain. As a result, he was beaten up by the inmates he was locked up with.

If it weren’t for the fact that the other party found him still screaming after beating him up and realized that this might not be an act, perhaps he would have died of pain in there!

This made him feel that he had suffered a great humiliation. At the same time, it also made him realize that he might never be able to leave painkillers for the rest of his life.

He didn’t like this. Although this bit of money was nothing in his eyes, he didn’t like the feeling of his personality being controlled by a drug.

He wanted to vent, to relax!

Brinton’s big move definitely couldn’t be hidden from him. When he heard that Brinton was planning to completely finish off Lance tonight, he suddenly became interested.

He also wanted to see, in Lance’s final moments, if he would still… he didn’t know how to describe the term “sarcastic,” but anyway, he just had this feeling.

The meaning Lance wanted to express with every sentence was completely different from the meaning he expressed. He clearly occupied a more active position, but he always felt that Lance not only looked down on him but also mocked him!

He wanted to see, to see if he could continue to be so arrogant!

Eric saw this refusal of Lance to bow to him as a kind of arrogance. In his perception, a person of Lance’s status should not have the courage to refuse him.

As a result, Lance not only refused him multiple times but also made him sulk.

So he came.

He swaggered over and sat down next to Brinton, looking at Lance with contempt and mockery in his eyes, “Don’t mind me, I’m just here to sit for a while and eat something.”

As he spoke, he gestured to the two of them, “You ordered so much, why aren’t you eating?”

“Don’t waste food. You know, there are still many people who can’t even fill their stomachs.”

Brinton chimed in and began to use his knife and fork, “Let’s eat and talk.”

Lance did not refuse. After running around all afternoon, he was also a little hungry.

In order to wait for Snake to arrive, Brinton could only try to stall for time, “Lance, actually, there are no irreconcilable contradictions between us.”

“We are all for money, for more things. On this point, our goals are the same.”

“We can cooperate deeply, and we also have such a foundation,” he said, looking at Eric, meaning that as long as Lance bowed to Eric, then they would have a basis for cooperation.

Eric liked this about Brinton. He could see the situation clearly. However, Eric immediately sneered, “Forget it, Mr. Lance looks down on people like me. You guys should talk about other things.”

Brinton felt it was a bit of a pity, “If we could cooperate, we would definitely be the strongest in Golden Port!”

He paused, “Lance, actually, I also like it here very much. We are all people who have climbed up from the bottom. I know it’s not easy for the people at the bottom.”

“How about this, I’ll use the intersection of… street and street as the center point and divide the Empire District into east and west two parts.”

“You guys are in the west, we are in the east. We each run our own businesses, coexist peacefully, and do not invade each other. How about it?”

Lance looked at Brinton’s clown-like expression. He was not in a hurry at all, but instead began to recommend some dishes, “The steak is made with good ingredients. You should try it.”

Brinton was stunned for a moment. He didn’t expect Lance to start taking the initiative, but then he thought that Lance had no future, and then he laughed very freely, “Okay, I’ll try it.”

What’s the point of getting serious with someone who is about to be finished?

For a time, the atmosphere in the restaurant was surprisingly harmonious. They no longer talked about territory, partnerships, or anything like that, but began to chat about some news in Golden Port, and even about some international situations.

Eric was almost finished eating. His expression was slightly strange. Then he stood up a little unsteadily, “I’m going to the bathroom. You guys continue to chat.”

His body was starting to hurt. The joints of his fingers were already starting to itch.

Every time before the pain started, the first thing that appeared was the itch, and then the unbearable severe pain. And this itch also told him that he needed to continue using painkillers.

He came to the toilet, chose a stall, and didn’t care if the toilet was dirty or not. He sat on it, then let out a heavy sigh of relief, and a smile that he himself was not aware of appeared on his face.

Outside, dinner was still going on. Lance was full after eating. His stomach couldn’t hold that much. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, “A good dinner, just a little late, but the deliciousness made up for everything. Brinton, you know how to pick a restaurant.”

“So…” he rested one hand on the edge of the table and leaned back. Although he didn’t look aggressive, in Brinton’s eyes, he had become a little taller.

“Our dinner is over. Does that mean our conversation is also coming to an end?”

Brinton was stunned for a moment, “Yes… I mean, we haven’t come to any conclusion yet.”

Lance looked at him, “Are you waiting for someone?”

Brinton suddenly became alert, “I don’t quite understand what you mean, Lance.”

“I just invited you to have a meal. I want to peacefully resolve the differences between us, that’s all.”

Lance took out a cigarette and lit one. There were only the two of them in the restaurant. The others were at the door. This was to prevent someone from suddenly making a move.

Elvin, who was standing outside the door and chatting with Brinton’s men, saw Lance light a cigarette. He suddenly put his arm around the subordinate of Brinton next to him, acting very affectionately, and led the other party to the side.

When the others saw this step, it seemed they had all started to prepare to make a move, because Lance lighting a cigarette was the signal!

Lance looked at him and said in the most ordinary, most casual tone, “You’re waiting for Snake.”

An expression of disbelief appeared on Brinton’s face, as if asking “how the f—k did you know,” and then he showed a look of anger, “You f—king bribed the people around me?”

A young man from the Viper Gang at the door heard Brinton’s shout. The moment he turned his head, he was grabbed around the neck.

Just as he was about to struggle, he felt a knife pierce his chest. His heart immediately started to beat wildly, and he didn’t even have the strength to speak!

At this moment of near death, his hearing seemed to become exceptionally sensitive. He heard the “thump thump” sound from around him, and the cry of surprise from a throat being strangled, but it was too late for him to do anything.

He was supported by the person next to him and walked into the alley, then was thrown on the ground, then a second person was pressed on top of him…

The world turned dark. The last ray of light made him notice that there were still some people he knew, already being held at gunpoint, standing in a line against the wall.

This was a trap!

Before he died, he roared silently, but it was meaningless.

In the restaurant, Brinton didn’t notice that his men at the door had all been taken away. His attention was focused on Lance.

So many years of experience in the gang also told him that things were not right.

But he didn’t dare to move recklessly now.

Lance shook his head, “I didn’t bribe the people around you. It’s actually not difficult to know those things about you. There are always people who are afraid of death. As long as they are afraid of death, they will say everything I want to know.”

“I’m very curious, Brinton, are you afraid of death?”

Brinton’s face was dark, “It doesn’t matter if I’m afraid of death or not. What’s important is, Lance, do you know who you are fighting against?”

“You think you’re fighting me, but actually you’re fighting Mr. Mayor. You’re just a small character. You shouldn’t have been so stupid as to get involved.”

Lance glanced at the ash on his cigarette, “Can you pass me the ashtray?” Before Brinton could answer, he said again, “Forget it, I’ll get it myself.”

He walked to the next table, picked up a glass ashtray, which felt good in his hand.

When he walked to the edge of the table, he looked down at Brinton from above and suddenly asked the same question again, “Are you afraid of death?”

“Brinton?”

Brinton’s face was full of mockery. He opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he saw Lance suddenly and quickly raise the ashtray. Then his cheek felt a gentle breeze, and he also heard the sound of wind pressure in his ear!

The time left for him in this world was not much. In this thousandth of a second, he said the last sentence, or rather, a word, he would leave in this world—

“Shit!”

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