Chapter 1008

Walking into a separate room, Senator Cleveland sat on the sofa. He rubbed his temples on both sides, then glanced at the receiver placed under the green lampshade lamp on the small square table next to the sofa.

The receiver's cord was connected to the phone next to it. This room was prepared for making relatively private calls, or for a few individuals to whisper here.

Lounge, VIP room, there were many kinds of names and sayings, different regions or countries weren't necessarily the same.

He picked up the phone and put it to his ear, "What's wrong?"

His chief aide told him it was a call from Lans. He originally didn't want to answer, but later thinking that Lans could make a call to this place at this time, it meant this number was given by Tang Mu.

Tang Mu had already become the number two person in his aide team, and he also trusted Tang Mu very much.

Since Tang Mu felt it was necessary to make this call, then he still had to choose to answer it.

"Something happened these past few days. If you've heard of it, you should know that I beat up Peggy Perez, a small character in the Perez family."

Senator Cleveland nodded and said, "Yes, I've heard of it, what's wrong?"

"They attacked my bar, the one at the embassy, and then I sent them all to the police station, and attacked the Perez family members who went to the police station to try to collude on their testimony."

Senator Cleveland frowned, "Don't tell me you fired shots in the city."

The place where he was now was a little distance away from the city's downtown. After several expansions and developments in New Jincheng, the housing prices and land prices in the downtown area had become increasingly outrageous.

This also created a common cognition among federal people—old New Jincheng people would never be short of money, because their houses were all in the downtown area.

Because of reasons like economic recovery in recent years, the selling price of a single-family house in the downtown area of Jingang had already risen to three thousand to five thousand dollars. Of course, this referred to ordinary communities.

Like the Prissia middle-class community, a single-family house might start at five thousand dollars, seven or eight thousand, eight or nine thousand, or even more than ten thousand.

The prices of villas in the Bay Area were even more expensive.

The housing prices and land prices of the entire Jingang were among the best in the entire Federation, but compared to New Jincheng, they were still quite a bit worse.

A single-family house of more than two hundred square meters in an ordinary community in downtown New Jincheng, which might also have a few square meters of lawn at the entrance, could sell for seven or eight thousand or eight or nine thousand, which was twice that of Jingang.

Many old New Jincheng people lived in the downtown area. These people basically owned at least one house, so they were actually very rich, as long as they were willing to sell the houses they lived in or left idle.

The "downtown area" people talk about now was mainly based on the planning map of the second re-expansion and planning of New Jincheng, which was in the old city area.

Some government departments were concentrated here. If shots were fired in the city area, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

He was worried that Lans had fired shots.

"I'm not that stupid, Senator."

"They just encountered a car accident."

"I just wanted to tell you about this, to avoid you feeling like you were the last one to know when others pass it to you."

Senator Cleveland immediately knew what Lans meant. His meaning was actually to "leave a case record," and by the way, tell him what Lans had done these past few days and what consequences it might bring.

Thinking of this, the senator laughed twice, "Very good, a car accident is very good..."

He paused as he spoke, and those protesting demonstrators who held up signs on the street and loudly advocated "giving up war and welcoming peace" suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as those sons of bitches behind these people.

Including those guys in Congress, when they clearly knew that war only had benefits and no harm, they wanted to stop the war for their own selfish interests.

These people were truly damn dead, they should really be sent to the electric chair.

Whether it was those politicians who knew they shouldn't do this for interests but still did it, or those seemingly innocent protesting demonstrators, they were all damn dead!

"How did you do it?", many images flashed in his mind, and then he suddenly asked such a question.

Lans didn't react at first, replied "what," and then quickly realized that Senator Cleveland should be asking "how he created this car accident."

So Lans didn't cover it up and told the whole process, a person suffering from a terminal illness who didn't have many days to live anyway.

Now the level of medical technology had absolutely no way to deal with cancer, and once cancer started to have obvious symptoms, it was basically middle or late stage, and the speed of development was also very fast.

It could be said that as long as one was diagnosed with cancer, the remaining life might only be three months to half a year.

Some people were lucky and could hold on a bit longer, but it was only a bit. They couldn't recover to the level of normal people and would only die painfully in a very short time.

Now there were some "potent painkillers" specifically developed for cancer patients, because when reaching the end, some cancer patients would feel irresistible pain.

They needed these special painkillers to let them be more calm and composed at least when approaching death.

However, these special painkillers needed money, and one had to find connections. At the same time, many cancer patients also hoped to leave something for their families.

Lans hired these people. They had a salary of about seventy or eighty dollars a month. When needed, he arranged for them to do these things, which could be said to be synonymous with cheap and good!

Listening to these things Lans said, Senator Cleveland showed a thoughtful expression. After waiting for a while, he said, "Come to my office tomorrow, I have some things to talk to you about."

"You don't need to worry about the car accident tonight, that was just a car accident."

"Attacking the embassy is a very vicious thing, I will have people pay attention to this matter."

He knew the purpose of Lans making this call, and was also willing to help him solve some small troubles that were within his power.

Perhaps for many people, including some government officials, and even the police chief, the Perez family was a "character" that wasn't easy to provoke.

But when it came to the President, to the level of a Senate senator, the Perez family was just a gang.

In this country, it was ultimately the Presidential Palace and Congress that had the final say, or even more arrogantly, it was Congress that had the final say.

After Lans's goal was achieved, he exchanged pleasantries for two sentences and hung up the phone. Afterward, Senator Cleveland dialed Tang Mu's number and asked him to express his own stance.

Sometimes Tang Mu's stance represented the senator's stance.

As for these retaliatory behaviors of the Perez family, Senator Cleveland actually had the same idea as some people: the Perez family wasn't Lans's opponent before, wasn't now, and even more impossible to be in the future.

Their demise was just a matter of time, so he didn't take it to heart. After he put down the phone, he didn't immediately return to the hall outside, but leaned on the sofa and used his palms against his scalp to comb his hair backward.

And in this action, there was also an action of pressing the scalp, which made him feel some comfort and ease, because Lans would help him vent his anger tomorrow, so his emotions quickly became stable now.

After he sat here for seven or eight minutes, he pushed open the room door again, returned to the hall, and rejoined the discussion.

What he didn't know, and didn't want to know, was that Tang Mu had already called the police chief at the first opportunity, explaining the situation here—the senator was very concerned about this matter and would update the progress at any time.

When the police chief heard this, he silently sighed. He knew that the days ahead for the Perez family probably wouldn't be easy.

After all, a big shot had already spoken. If they couldn't come up with enough sincerity to let their interest spokespersons in Congress speak for them, then their gray industries and black industries in New Jincheng might suffer heavy blows.

He sat there thinking for a long time, then shook his head, and asked the officer on duty outside his office to call the sergeant in charge of interrogation over.

Different departments had different management personnel. The sergeant in charge of interrogation quickly entered the office, "You looking for me?"

The police chief nodded, without asking him to sit down and talk, "Assault and investigate those young people who were just caught by us...", he looked at the sergeant in charge of interrogation, walked over, and pressed his finger on the police badge on his chest, "Must make them tell the truth!"

The sergeant in charge of interrogation nodded, "I know what to do."

Everyone was an old partner; he knew what the chief meant, and he would do it.

"Very good, then go..."

Afterward, after he arranged all the things that needed to be arranged, he finally returned to his lounge again. He changed into pajamas and could finally sleep.

He was sleepy to death. These past few days, Lans and these people had made him somewhat neurasthenic. If he didn't sleep, his life would be gone!

He hugged the pillow and lay on the soft bed, quickly falling into a dream. It seemed that only in a dream could he dispel his depression.

At the same time, Fran had already arrived at the hospital. He went to visit Boni at the first opportunity.

"Mr. Boni's situation is not very good.", the doctor in charge of treating him was briefly communicating with Fran, who had come to visit Boni, after finishing the relevant surgery for the fracture.

"His brain has suffered a severe impact. We don't know when he will be able to wake up."

"It might be three or five days, it might be three or five years, or even a lifetime!"

"Whether he can completely recover his consciousness and personality, honestly, we don't have any certainty at the moment. We can only ensure that his vital signs don't disappear. Perhaps one day in the future, there will be new technology that can let him wake up."

"It's also possible he's very lucky and will open his eyes and recover consciousness soon."

Boni's parents and siblings were all crying in the ward. Fran looked inside. He also liked this young man Boni.

Sociable, cheerful, extroverted, and had some sense of humor.

Most importantly, he was easy to use.

He knew when he should do what, and what he shouldn't do.

People who could do this were actually very few in this society.

And Boni could also be considered a direct family member. Peggy hadn't been discharged yet, and now Boni had been hospitalized again. What would people think of him and the Perez family?

He had lost face again.

"Did you hear what I said?", the doctor looked at Fran, who seemed to be distracted, and asked a question.

Fran reacted, "Yes, I'm listening."

The doctor's observation was still very meticulous. He could see that this person didn't care about what he said at all.

"In short, the patient's situation is like this now."

"Either you arrange for someone to do some things within their power for him, and then pray that he can recover to normal as soon as possible."

"During the time he is in a coma, he needs a lot of help with rehabilitation to ensure that if one day the development of science and technology really advances by leaps and bounds and solves these illnesses, it might not be impossible."

"Either, you change to another hospital to take a look. Perhaps other expert doctors have some different views from mine, maybe there will be better opportunities and treatment means..."

Fran returned to the ward from outside. People's gazes were all focused on him, especially Boni's parents and family.

His mother's eyes were already red from crying, and his siblings were also sobbing in a low voice. Only Boni's father was relatively normal, but that was also relative.

"Boss!", Fran's father was also slightly choked, "I heard this wasn't an ordinary car accident."

When he spoke, he stared at Fran's eyes. Fran felt somewhat uncomfortable being looked at by him. He shifted his gaze, walked to the bedside, and reached out to touch Boni's cheek, "This matter is highly likely to have been done by the Lans family. I will make them give you an explanation!"

Only people with some status in the family could enter the ward, and there were many others in the corridor outside the ward, or even outside the hospital.

The people in the ward and some people in the corridor were all looking at him at this moment. He knew he couldn't retreat; he must make Lans pay the price!

Boni's father nodded, "We all believe you can do it, Fran."

"Please avenge Boni!"

Fran nodded, then strode away. He had to find a way to give Lans some color to see.

Leaving with him was his cousin, the first college student in the family, who now also held a relatively important think-tank job.

Before and after the two got into the car, they didn't speak. After the car started for a while, he asked, "How do you think we should do it?"

"Maybe we should deal with Lans directly. If we finish him off, the Lans family will be completely finished."

Fran said these words. He now truly hated Lans White to the core. If possible, he wanted to finish off Lans directly.

As long as Lans was finished off, everything would be solved!

After a brief silence, his cousin said, "If you succeed in assassinating Lans, that's fine. If you don't succeed, have you considered the consequences?"