Chapter 1009

The consequences of any assassination targeting a "leader" are extremely serious.

If the assassination succeeds, it's still fine; a huge organization might temporarily fall into chaos in a short time because it lacks someone who can make decisive decisions.

They might have no time to care about who killed their previous leader, and the new leader who has just taken office might have the idea of cleaning up the old leader's group, directly or indirectly blurring the handling of this matter.

But if the assassination doesn't succeed, one has to welcome the extreme anger of the person being assassinated.

After all, death is the end that every life fears the most.

Not succeeding means a deadly enemy, although it's about the same now.

The Perez family is one of the five major gangs in the Federation. The targets they have placed on the surface are far more numerous than the targets of the Lans family on the surface.

From listed companies to some factories, to those countless bars, and their members' huge direct and collateral family members.

They will all become the primary targets of Lans's attack. By that time, it will truly be a fight to the death.

When Fran's cousin raised an objection, Fran's expression gradually became somewhat awkward. He turned around, as if using such a large action to resolve his awkwardness, "If we can't finish off Lans now, are we going to continue like this with these rat-like guys?"

He was very annoyed. Falling down repeatedly on the Lans family had already made him a joke in the eyes of other big families.

The authority of the Perez family was also constantly disintegrating in repeated challenges and injuries, which was not a good phenomenon.

His cousin pursed his lips, "Now in Congress, the federal government, they don't want to see large-scale fighting in the country, so..."

He paused, leaving a buffer time, "My suggestion is that we shrink back now, and then after the war ends, solve them all at once."

"Fran, no one will think we are weaker than the Lans family. They just occupy the advantage of not being able to fight now. If they let go and let us do it, do you think we will lose?"

Fran followed his words to think, then shook his head, "Obviously impossible, we have many people in our hands, far exceeding them."

The people here are not just those formal gang members; actually, there are also roles like security guards in some companies.

If these people don't participate in gang fighting, then they are ordinary employees.

But if you give them a weapon, they can become fierce gunmen.

Gang fighting is about which side is not afraid of death, and which side has more people.

If the Kamila gang had sent more than a hundred people to attack Lans and the others, who were twenty or so, in the Triangle District, instead of sending more than three hundred or five hundred people!

No matter how strong Lans and the others' resistance will was, no matter how they were not afraid of death, they absolutely wouldn't be able to live.

Fran had been gradually persuaded, "Then what do we do now?"

His cousin said, "Give ourselves a decent 'halftime break' and temporarily let this matter come to an end."

Fran was still struggling. As one of the five major gang families in the Federation, he had never suffered such anger!

"Boni's father will definitely complain!", he emphasized.

After all, Boni was injured for the family and is now in a coma. The doctor's statement was very euphemistic, but to put it clearly and bluntly, whether Boni can wake up depends on God's will.

As a father, Fran still had some empathy for the direct family members in the family. Although Boni had another brother, that kid was just an ordinary fool and couldn't shoulder any important responsibilities at all.

His cousin smiled, "Is the small family important, or is the big family important?"

"They will understand. Besides, we are not not taking revenge, it's just not a good time to take revenge now."

The ban on "forbidding fighting" is indeed very troublesome for gangs with a relatively large scale, because their scale is too large, and as long as they fight, they definitely can't escape.

Didn't you see that these two actions of Lans, strictly speaking, weren't considered fighting?

When everyone follows this rule, the smaller the volume, the more flexible they are in a limited space.

In the morning, Lans came to Senator Cleveland's office. Senator Cleveland welcomed him at the office door, shook hands with him, and then led him into the office.

"I've already heard about what happened these past few days. You did very well, very restrained."

The two came to sit on both sides of his desk. Tang Mu took the initiative to bring them coffee and some small pastries, and then sat on the sofa not far away.

Here, they were all "their own people," so it was very relaxed, without so many formalities.

"When do you think the situation in Lapa will stabilize?"

Lans put his hands on his knees, "Before March next year."

"They have been fighting very fiercely recently, and the consumption on both sides is very large. At the current intensity, they can't hold on for too long."

"By then, we'll just do a simple sweep and handle the aftermath."

"I've already contacted some members of big families who have turned to us. They are also accumulating strength, preparing for the arrival of that day."

Although it was just a few words, it was enough for Senator Cleveland to understand the progress of the matter and the direction of subsequent development.

He was very satisfied with Lans's management situation in Lapa. They almost didn't use any resources of the federal government, making the interior of Lapa look like a mess, and the living forces of both sides were rapidly being consumed.

Now more and more Lapa people were gathering in the New Federation Center, because it was safe in the concession, life was guaranteed, and they could more or less get a job.

Compared to the Lapa government and anti-government armed forces, it was these federal people who were protecting ordinary Lapa civilians. Lans's influence, the Federation's influence, were all expanding crazily among the people.

"You handle it, if you have any needs, you can contact me or Tang Mu."

Senator Cleveland started to truly cut into the reason why he called Lans over today, "Have you seen those anti-war protests and marches?"

Lans nodded and said, "Passed by the city center on the way, saw it, the scale wasn't very large."

"But there weren't few people either!", Senator Cleveland said somewhat angrily, "Several hundred people, Lans."

"Now they are pointing the spearhead at me."

Lans's expression management was obviously somewhat out of control at this moment. He showed a stunned expression, as if he couldn't believe that this matter could actually be linked to the senator.

"Why don't they go and accuse the military, the Ministry of Defense, the President, or other senators?"

"Whether to launch a war isn't something you alone can decide."

Senator Cleveland had a gloomy face, "Maybe it's because I've been in the limelight for the past two years, so they hope to find a quick target and then attract firepower."

Lans nodded slightly. If put this way, it was very normal.

This was like... the struggle between workers and capitalists. Whenever most workers protested or marched or something, they would pick a relatively well-known capitalist as a target, a target.

Instead of picking those whose names no one had heard of, because a famous enemy could quickly unite the workers, while those without fame couldn't form external pressure and couldn't make them unite quickly.

The name Senator Cleveland indeed had some weight.

"What do you want me to do?", he asked.

This time Senator Cleveland called him over, certainly not for his own business, but for his own business.

Since he mentioned that these people were currently dealing with him, then he certainly had to counter-control. No one would always be passively beaten, whether it was a gang or a politician.

Senator Cleveland didn't directly answer this question. He asked a seemingly unrelated question, "What's the situation with that truck driver?"

Lans thoughtfully told the situation of the driver in detail, "He is a married middle-aged man suffering from a terminal illness, has three children, and also has a mortgage and some loans, as well as the pressure of raising three children."

"Cancer, you know, quite a few medical scientists have been studying this recently."

Actually, cancer had existed since ancient times, it's just that people weren't very clear about its pathogenesis and fatal principles.

With the development of modern medicine, some illnesses that people couldn't understand before also started to lift their mysterious veils, revealing their true faces.

However, with the deepening of research, many people believed that cancer was very difficult to cure, because of some of its terrible characteristics, so once one had cancer, basically there was no retreat.

Some medical experts believed that perhaps in fifty years, they would have hope to solve the problem of cancer, but in fact, even after a hundred years, they still couldn't solve the problem of cancer.

Suffering from cancer, having heavy family burdens, loans, raising children to adulthood, all of it was indeed a terrible, hellish scene. "I used twenty thousand dollars to buy the rest of his life."

"If there are no accidents, he will commit suicide soon."

Actually, that driver had long wanted to commit suicide. If he hadn't been holding on to live, wanting to solve the worries for his family before he died, maybe he would have already died a few months ago.

By the time he reached his current stage, it had developed to the point of being out of control, and every minute and every second he was in extreme pain.

The period of time he was executing this mission was perhaps the happiest days he had found since he discovered he had cancer, because the potent painkillers Lans almost didn't connect gave him a kind of illusion that he had come back to life.

It once made him feel that he had already recovered, until one time when the medicine was cut off, he realized that he hadn't become better, but instead had become worse.

Now he was being detained in the police station. When the medicine's effect passed, the pain would make him end himself, and the case would be considered over at this step.

Senator Cleveland was slightly somewhat emotional, "Twenty thousand dollars, sometimes people's lives are really not worth money."

Lans nodded, "Who says they aren't?"

Senator Cleveland sat there with his head tilted, thinking for a good while, about two or three minutes. He suddenly moved, picked up a pen, and wrote a name and an address on a memo.

"This guy has been biting me recently, I'm a bit annoyed by him, give him a small warning, but you can't finish him off, but you have to make him feel fear."

"In addition, the day after tomorrow at this address, there will be a group of people, you understand what I mean."

Lans picked up the card and looked at it for a while. He was also thinking, "Such a big case will definitely involve us."

Senator Cleveland said softly, "No one cares how many people will die in a car accident. This world has accidents every day, sometimes here, sometimes there."

"When an accident comes, the only thing people can do is pray!"

This represented that he had already made a decision. During this period of time, he had been somewhat unable to bear being entangled by these people.

Lans nodded, "I will arrange it."

This made a trace of a relaxed smile appear on Senator Cleveland's face, "It seems I can have a good sleep!"

At the end of the conversation, he seemed to suddenly remember something, "By the way, that what's-his-name Fran, found someone hoping that Congress could mediate again, you might need to sit down and negotiate."

Lans stood up and said "I know," an expected thing.

If you don't fight, you can only negotiate.

Senator Cleveland shook hands with him, and then sent him to the room door, "Tang Mu, help me send Lans off."

For the senator not sending him outside the door of this building, Lans could understand. After all, his weight now was still a bit short, which could be understood.

After he said goodbye to the senator, he walked toward the outside of the house with Tang Mu. Tang Mu said softly, "He hasn't been sleeping well recently. You know, those... ordinary people, they don't express themselves as implicitly as politicians."

"Some of them will organize together. When the regular meeting of Congress is held, they will chase the senator and curse under the steps outside Congress."

"So... his emotions are slightly out of control now."

In broad daylight, a congressional senator was cursed and could only walk faster, couldn't refute, couldn't curse back, couldn't do anything, which was indeed very aggrieved.

If he were just an ordinary person like those who cursed him, perhaps he wouldn't be so angry.

But he was one of the true masters of this country, at the current stage, a master being chased and cursed by a group of the lowest-level tools, which would indeed make people's mentality unbalanced.

"Understandable!", Lans indeed understood, "I will handle it well, don't worry about these."

Tang Mu said "Hmm," "You have rich experience, I believe you can definitely do it well, but you still need to be careful about this matter."

"As much as possible, don't leave any evidence. As long as there is no evidence, in the Federation, no one can do anything to you, or to us!"

Evidence, that is the key.

"I know."

At the same time, the driver in the detention room of the police station was pulling his hair with both hands with a very painful expression. The effect of the potent painkiller was passing bit by bit.

That kind of pain that started to grow from the bones began to torture him like a curse again!

He didn't know what bad things he had done, for God to lower such punishment. Whenever he started to feel pain, he hoped he could die immediately.

Immediately.

But not now, he was still waiting, waiting for a message.

After a while, a policeman suddenly walked over. He looked at the driver who was holding his head and curling his body, shaking back and forth constantly, and subconsciously thought he was just very anxious.

The officer hit the iron fence a few times with the police baton in his hand, "Your lawyer is here, do you want to see him?"

The driver looked up, his eyes somewhat fierce, so fierce that the officer couldn't help but frown.

The driver endured the pain in his body and stood up, his body trembling slightly, "I want to see him!"

About a few minutes later, he met his lawyer in the reception room.

This lawyer wasn't hired by him; it was hired by Lans, and it wasn't to help him clear his name or anything, just to notify him of one thing.

After the lawyer entered the room, he checked first, confirmed there were no surveillance devices, then closed the room door and walked to the table to sit down.

He took out a letter paper from his briefcase and handed it over. During the whole process, he didn't say a word.

The train driver picked up this letter paper and unfolded it with trembling hands. It was his wife's handwriting. They had secretly discussed before how to confirm that the twenty thousand dollars had really reached his wife's hands. The secret was in this handwritten letter.

If his wife got the twenty thousand dollars, then he would end his life soon.

If his wife didn't get the twenty thousand dollars, he would say everything that should be said and shouldn't be said.

Now it seemed that that group of people who contacted him followed the rules.

He finished reading the whole letter. His wife said they got thirty thousand dollars, not twenty thousand, and the other party promised to take care of their future life.

No matter if his son wanted to work or go to school, the other party would give them some help as much as possible.

Actually, the driver knew who was "helping" him, and he was also grateful to Lans from the bottom of his heart.

After reading this letter, the pain that had been bothering him seemed to become much lighter at this moment.

He handed the letter to the lawyer, "Help me say a thank you to that gentleman. Although I am just a small character, I thank him for being able to give me such an opportunity."

Thirty thousand dollars, even if the truck driver's salary was higher, maybe eighty dollars, one hundred months, it was only eight thousand dollars.

Thirty thousand dollars would require him to work for three hundred and seventy-five months, which was thirty years, to get so much money.

But he couldn't live for thirty years at all. If he could live for thirty years, such a good opportunity wouldn't fall to him.

The lawyer still didn't speak. He just put away the letter paper, "Remember your promise."

Saying this, he stood up and left.

After the officer sent the driver back to his separate small room, he pulled a shoelace from the corner of his clothes. This was specifically hidden inside.

He found a relatively suitable position—the iron fence had two horizontal beams used for reinforcement from top to bottom.

He tied his neck to this beam with the shoelace, and then made the posture of lying down as much as possible. The shoelace instantly tightened around his neck.

As the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious, the pain in the body and the satisfaction in the heart seemed to be rapidly merging into one.

He could no longer feel the pain, the whole person seemed to be soaked in warm water...