Chapter 108: Investigation and garment factory manager

Hammer was hammered again, Yisen hammered him, and then a group of people returned to the company.

In the garage, Mo Lisi and Lao En covered the ground with tarpaulin.

Then Hammer was brought in. He was very listless at this time.

His head suffered continuous heavy blows, was constantly beaten, and his consciousness was a bit blurred.

But the moment Elvin came in, he suddenly became a bit more spirited.

The rapid secretion of adrenaline made him never as "clear" as this moment. He looked at Elvin and knelt on the ground. "It's all my fault, I... request your forgiveness, sir."

Elvin lifted his clothes, uncovered the gauze himself, a wound of about fifteen centimeters appeared in front of people, and there were black thread ends on both sides.

His intestines were twisted. If the intestinal torsion is not solved, it will lead to intestinal obstruction and necrosis, eventually endangering life.

And this process actually doesn't need much time, especially this kind caused by external force, swelling, rupture, bleeding, and then shock death.

So the doctor must take out his intestines, straighten them, and then stuff them back, which requires a larger incision.

In actual surgery, there will be many hooks around this incision to hook the edges, and then pull hard toward the surroundings to ensure that the window it opens is large enough.

This is very suffering, until now, his stomach is still hurting, and his intestines are also hurting.

"The doctor told me that I was lucky, I almost died."

He put down his clothes and looked at Hammer. Everyone around was looking at him.

"I didn't die not because you were merciful, but because my life was hard enough, your God didn't want me to enter your heaven, so he let me roll back."

"Now, I want to do the same thing to you. If you can survive, this matter ends here."

"If you can't survive, don't blame me."

Lanse turned off the safety of the pistol, loaded it, and handed it to him.

Hammer suddenly stood up and rushed toward Elvin. Originally Elvin still wanted to say something, but it was too late.

He pulled the trigger directly, the click-click-click gunshots were locked in the narrow garage, and finally he fell less than two meters away from Elvin.

His neck was hit by a shot, and he was hit by four shots on his body. Looking at the three bullet holes on the wall behind him, Lanse took back the weapon. "Wait until your wounds are healed, all of you go practice shooting!"

Blood soon flowed out from his wounds. Fortunately, the ground was covered with tarpaulin, and it didn't seep into the ground.

Everyone still cleaned the scene, dug out the bullet heads stuck in the bricks and stones on the wall, and then smashed the bullet holes into a small pit. They would backfill with cement later.

They dragged the tarpaulin and Hammer's body to the sewer by the courtyard, and then raised one end to let the blood water flow into the sewer.

The oil drum had been prepared for a long time. According to the previous method, Yisen threw him in, and then filled with cement.

Tomorrow there won't be any special farewell ceremony. Lanse asked Meiluo to throw it into Angel Lake.

Almost everyone, whether good or bad, dealt with corpses by Angel Lake.

Clearly everyone knows that there are several places by Angel Lake that are full of such gasoline drums, but the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the local police station, or the state police, any law enforcement agency, didn't have the idea to investigate, didn't even think about it!

Sometimes they would even help cover up some things that happened there!

The social rules of the federation are so interesting, and also make people unable to understand.

Returning to the hospital to lie down again, Elvin clearly felt more comfortable, although it was still very painful.

"They said you didn't let me use painkillers," Elvin lying on the hospital bed felt a jump pain again.

Lanse nodded and lit a cigarette for him. "Current painkillers have dependency. Once you use it, you will have to continue using it for the rest of your life, and you have a high probability of not living to forty."

Elvin was incredulous when he heard this. "Is this poison or painkiller, why do they want to do this?"

Lanse shrugged. "Because it can bring profits."

"I know your wounds are very painful now, but you have to learn to endure. Before safe painkillers appear, you, me, including others, had better not use painkillers."

Medical scientists of this era have not realized, or have already realized, the dependency of drugs.

But medical capital led by medical groups is very happy to see this situation happen. If painkillers can only be sold when there is pain, then in fact most people will not use painkillers a few times in their lives.

But if it has dependency, this means that many people only need to use it once, and they have to use it for a lifetime.

The profits generated here are enough to make the federation and any medical capital in the world ecstatic!

They have tablets, suppositories, and injections, just to make it more convenient for people to use them anytime, anywhere according to their preferences.

Hearing Lanse say this very solemnly, Elvin gave up the idea of asking the hospital for painkillers.

Fortunately, pain also has adaptability. When he starts to be able to endure, he will feel that the pain is getting lighter and lighter.

The next morning, Hammer's family called the police. Someone saw two police cars at the dock when they went to work, and told Lanse this news.

Actually, if the police really want to investigate, they can definitely find out. Now making such a big move, on one hand, is to give the reporter an explanation, and on the other hand, it is to provide a countdown for the perpetrator.

Lanse made a phone call to Officer Braiden. "Which branch is the police affairs at the port side, who is responsible?"

Officer Braiden has been doing federal identity trading very hotly recently, although Lanse knew from the beginning that not many people could find him to obtain federal identity.

But even if not many, there are people.

In the two months until now, he has earned nearly five thousand dollars by helping people recognize their ancestors and return to their clans!

Except for the first two transactions, now his asking price is six hundred dollars. He keeps two hundred dollars, and the rest is for the receiver's side.

He also negotiated with those receivers. After a period of time, he will find a way to move these people's relationships away from them, so they can continue to fish for money.

For many impoverished families, although using missing children to make money will indeed make them feel uncomfortable, compared to poverty, if missing children can bring them a large sum of income, they still feel very comforted.

Lanse provided him with such a business, Officer Braiden was still very grateful to him, so he soon gave him the answer.

"The entire port belongs to the Port Branch for management. Their branch director is about to retire and doesn't preside over work much. Now a new director assistant is presiding over the work."

"His name you might have heard of, called John, he also has a nickname, called Vulture."

"If you need him to do something for you, the only thing you need to do is prepare money that can move him!"

"In addition, when you go to find him, you can say it was introduced by me, but don't expect him to give me face and not accept, or charge you less money, just let you have an excuse to approach him."

Lanse kept these things in his heart. "Thanks, I'll treat you next time."

"Waiting for your good news!"

After hanging up the phone, Lanse whistled, but immediately the phone rang again. After answering, it was Yuen calling.

"Hammer is missing, someone said it has something to do with you." Yuen's tone was not as angry or anxious as imagined, more like blaming him for being so careless, this feeling is very strange.

Lanse explained. "He beat my friend, had surgery, a large sum of money, I want to find him to get the medical expenses back, but I haven't found him."

"I can guarantee that this has nothing to do with me."

Yuen thought for a while after listening. "You had better solve this problem as soon as possible, otherwise there will be contradictions between local workers and you again."

"In addition, Lady Debbie called me, your machine has entered your factory, and skilled workers have also been found for you. You need a professional manager now, and then you can start recruiting and starting work."

Lady Debbie's actions are very fast, or it can be said that work is a very precious resource for anyone who has a little bit of political edge at this time.

So she can easily cash in these things, whether it becomes money, or power, or something else.

Lanse was a bit surprised. "I will arrange it immediately..."

Just when he was considering who to do this thing, suddenly Meiluo knocked on the door and poked his head in from the outside. "The tailor and his son-in-law brought the clothes over."

Lanse suddenly had an idea and stood up. "I'll go right away."

The old tailor and his son-in-law worked overtime to finish all the remaining clothes. Of course, in terms of detail, it is definitely not as good as Lanse's two sets, but it is definitely not bad.

Compared to those small tailors with no skills, it is definitely much better. Everyone is changing into new clothes, and there is a smile on everyone's face.

The old tailor stood by with a notebook. If anyone felt uncomfortable anywhere, he could record it and then go back to change it.

This is the power of a powerful tailor. They can change these clothes at any time, unlike those tailors with no skills who will only tell you "I can't do it."

The two saw Lanse walking over, very enthusiastically put down the work in their hands for the time being, and greeted Lanse.

After all, this business is enough for them to fill their stomachs for at least a month, and Lanse said he would also sponsor them to open a shop in the city center.

Lanse asked the old tailor's son-in-law. "I recently opened a garment factory, but I lack a manager. Do you have experience in this area?"

Both were a bit surprised, but soon the old tailor's son-in-law nodded. "I have done it in the empire before, but the scale was not very large."

It's not considered a factory, it's just a workshop with a larger scale, but it can also be said to be a small factory.

Lanse immediately issued an invitation. "Want to change jobs?" ===== CHAPTER 109 =====