Chapter 1081: Not overnight

Not overnight

I don't know how long it had been, the combat captain of the Perez family finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up his pants, retied his belt, and looked at the mess in the room, feeling a bit bored.

"I'm going back, remember to close the damn door when you leave!"

"If I let you know again that you didn't close the door when you left, I guarantee I'll stuff that damn doorknob into your ass!"

He said fiercely. These people often didn't close the door when they left here, which led to the risk of being stolen here.

The Federation was never a place full of saints. As long as someone found that your house door was not locked, they would come in and empty everything here.

His subordinates answered drunkenly, "Don't worry!"

"The thieves on the street know whose territory this is, they don't dare to come here to steal things!"

"Fuck, is this the reason you don't lock the door?"

After he finished speaking, he shook his head, walked out of the gate a bit shakily, and then got into his second-hand car.

After starting the fire, he almost instinctively started to shift gears and drove toward home.

He didn't live with these people, and these people also had their own families.

Some people would return to their native families, living with their parents, some would go to apartments, where there were some single young people, and some might go to other nightclubs to wait until dawn, and then find a place to sleep.

Although New Jincheng was not the base camp and main territory of the Perez family, they also had many businesses here, such as nightclubs, strip clubs, and those bars hidden in alleys.

Actually, the bars in New Jincheng were not as hard to find as people imagined. Like those embassies, they had now become taverns. As long as you had money and were dressed neatly, and didn't look like those gang members or poor people, you could go in and consume.

Everyone knew that the Congress banned alcohol on one side, and those masters bought and drank on the other side. This society was like this, divided very seriously.

Of course, this was also as it should be. After all, the people who made the laws were never meant to make laws to restrain themselves, but to make laws to restrain those who were ruled by them. As for themselves, of course, they were beyond the law.

Just as someone said, all high-level politicians fell not because they broke the law, but because they were the losing side in political struggles.

There were no high-level officials who were convicted for breaking the law, only high-level officials who couldn't fight others and had to bow their heads.

Of course, these had nothing to do with the combat captain. He just wanted to go home now and have a good sleep.

His mother lived in his house, a bit irritable woman, as well as his wife and children. He was in his thirties, had a family, had children, but for his current life and environment, he had no thoughts of wanting to change.

He had been wandering on the street since he was a teenager, was lucky enough to be spotted by the Perez family, became the lowest-level gang member of the Perez family, and through nearly twenty years of hard work, he finally stood at the position of combat captain.

It could be said that he was very lucky, because there were more people, people who joined the gang with him, who were still at the bottom, while he had already crossed a threshold that many people couldn't cross in their lives.

As for what would happen in the future, he hadn't considered it. He felt that his current life was quite good.

As a combat captain of the Perez family, no one dared to offend him, at least not on the surface.

His family also gained a lot of convenience in life because of his identity, such as his mother, who often took small advantages, and would take a little more from others when buying vegetables on the street.

If someone pursued it, she would say that her son was a combat captain of the Perez family, and she would tell her son that she was bullied when buying things here.

The vast majority of people, after this unreasonable old woman brought out her son as a backer, chose to turn big things into small things, after all, for a little worthless thing, attracting the attention of the gang was indeed not cost-effective.

His wife was not a good character either. When she was young, she also wandered around the street, and didn't know how many people she had slept with.

It was just that when they were together, his wife accidentally got pregnant. Originally, they didn't intend to keep this child, but his mother hoped he could keep this child.

In his mother's words at the time, it was that no one knew when their child would be killed because of a street fire fight. If he could leave a child, then even if he died, at least the old woman wouldn't have any regrets.

Although these words were not pleasant, the combat captain still remembered them in his heart. He married that girl and had his current son.

Thinking that his son was only in middle school and had already started collecting protection fees at school, this gave him a feeling of crying and laughing. Perhaps this was what people called "children not only inherit their father's genes, but also inherit his career"?

Although this was a terrible family, at least it was a spiritual harbor for him!

Because he drank, the road that usually took more than ten minutes took nearly thirty minutes, and his car stopped after hitting two trash cans.

He cursed twice, and then returned home.

He leaned on the sofa, panting.

Drinking was very cool, but after drinking, when this terrible feeling came up, the whole person became withered.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, his wife came out of the room, still holding a cigarette in her hand. She looked at her husband who was limp on the sofa and couldn't help but ask, "I counted our money, it's two thousand dollars less, where did it go?"

When hearing these words, the combat captain was obviously a bit impatient and irritable. He cursed, "Fuck, you only know how to stare at my money?"

The quarrels between the husband and wife were their daily routine. At first, the combat captain's mother would persuade them a bit.

Now, she would only cover her head with a pillow, turn around, and continue to sleep.

The quarrel in the living room did not affect the child who was fantasizing about fighting with others in the room. He used his hand to gesture a pistol, fantasizing about the scene of shooting enemies in his mind, and kept imitating the sound of "bang bang" when firing.

Everything was just like an ordinary family with problems, starting to erupt conflicts around life trifles.

The lights in the two houses next door quickly lit up, but quickly went out again.

Living here is really offending God. They have talked to this family, and even complained, but it has no use.

They have considered selling these houses and moving away from here. They have had enough of this couple who are rich but have no quality and upbringing, as well as their family.

It was also at this time that two cars slowly approached this house, stopped there quietly, but did not turn off the engine.

Allen checked the weapon in his hand, confirmed that there were bullets in the chamber, then turned off the safety, held it in his hand, and nodded to the others.

The car doors were slowly opened, almost without a sound, and seven people got out of the two cars.

They were all holding small-caliber "agent pistols," which wouldn't make a very noisy sound like large-caliber pistols when firing.

Although there was a little sound, as long as they fired in the room, almost no sound could be heard outside the house.

In the dark night, several people quickly arrived outside this house. Two people guarded the back door, and the other two stood in the yard to avoid them jumping out of the windows on the first or second floor to escape.

And the other three came to the back door.

Under some suggestions given by Lansi, the locksmith had been constantly improving his universal lock-picking tool, making it very exquisite and small.

It looked like an ordinary key. Inserting it into the keyhole and pushing and pulling the small switch behind it back and forth twice, basically all doors would be opened.

This set of universal lock-pickers was not patented, mainly because of the fear of leakage, and even if it was registered, the sales of this ten thousand would become a problem, and it might make manufacturers of various lock cores update their technology.

The whole lock-picking process took only four or five seconds, and the back door of the house was opened. The three people walked in with pistols.

They wore specially made shoes today, without iron heels, using a design of hard soles plus soft sheepskin, so there was not a sound when stepping on the floor.

When they were outside the house, they heard the quarrel in the room. These sounds also covered up some traces of these people's intrusion.

When Allen arrived in the living room, the couple had already given up quarreling and changed to mutual abuse.

Neither of them had received any better education, not even high school. One had been mainly fighting and messing around on the street since childhood, while the other was about the same, just with one more thing of sleeping with different men, which could be considered rich in experience.

If it wasn't for the child...

A magical proposition.

When the two were quarreling, suddenly the combat captain stopped talking and looked straight at the restaurant direction, but his wife hadn't realized the danger yet.

"Do you have no more sophistry to say from that broken mouth of yours?"

"I'm really fed up with your damn look, wandering around outside all day, occasionally bringing some money back, and it will be taken away by you again soon."

"Look at this house, how long has it been since new household appliances were added?"

"People have TVs to watch at home, what about us?"

"Don't stop talking, you speak!"

When quarreling, she always felt that her husband was too capable of talking, like a woman, even more capable of quarreling than her, a woman.

But when her husband didn't speak, she felt that the other party was too quiet, and even suspected whether he didn't even have the interest to quarrel with her.

At this time, her gaze truly noticed her husband's eyes. She saw his gaze locked behind her, and then she turned her head with hesitation on her face.

"Puff!"

A very slight sound, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The weapon in Allen's hand pointed at his head, and then he signaled others to see if there were other people in the room.

Since the other party was a member of the Perez family, given the hatred between the Lansi family and the Perez family, there was no need to hold back at all.

The moment the old woman's bedroom door was pushed open, she couldn't help but scream, "You pieces of shit, can you not come to disturb an old person's rest?"

"I'm really fed up with you two pieces of garbage, can you get out?!"

She sat up angrily, glaring at the direction of the door. She was old now and had some neurasthenia. The doctor said it was caused by her family environment. She always couldn't help complaining about this terrible family.

But this time it was good, because the person who opened the door was a miracle doctor, who only used one second to cure her neurasthenia.

Puff puff twice, the old woman fell on the bed, sleeping soundly, the kind that wouldn't wake up.

Then the door of another room was also pushed open. The teenage little bully looked at the stranger who pushed the door and entered with a pistol in his hand, without any fear.

He thought it was a role like his father's subordinate. He knew his father was a gang combat captain and had played with his father's gun.

His biggest dream now was to have his own weapon, so that he could be simpler and smoother when doing things like extortion.

"Can I see your gun?"

He sat up and looked at the person who pushed the door and entered. His words made the person at the door a bit confused. Seeing that he had no reaction, the little bully immediately growled in an unpleasant voice, "I will let my father beat you hard!"

The young man shook his head, raised his pistol, and then puff puff twice.

Youth is, falling asleep.

But obviously, the guy at the door had a very pure "bloodline" of the Lansi family. He walked to the bedside, raised his arm, until the bullet couldn't be fired.

The combat captain in the living room was already scared silly. After other rooms were searched clean, Allen nodded, "Mr. Lansi wants to see you."

The combat captain was at a loss at this time. He didn't even know who this "Mr. Lansi" was, but vaguely, in his mind, there was such a name, and some vague impressions flashed by.

Facing the death of his family, he was very afraid, but a person as extremely selfish as him wouldn't put his own survival aside because of the death of his family. He just wanted to live.

Soon two cars left here, followed by a "rat extermination car." They took over this house, took away a lot of things from here, and ensured that at least before someone called the police, no one would find the abnormality here.

No corpses, no blood splattered everywhere, even the blood-stained sheets and quilts were used to wrap the corpses and take them away. Everything returned to calm.

Some residents around were strange. This family, who always quarreled until late at night, why did they rest so early today?

Although they didn't know what happened, this was definitely a good thing. At least they could have a good sleep today.

More than twenty minutes later, the combat captain was brought to a villa in the suburbs that looked uninhabited. Lansi was sitting in the living room, and there was a TV in the living room, which was playing late-night news.

The host was very sexy. She wore very little clothes, but reported serious current affairs news very seriously, giving people a very strange feeling.

Perhaps this was an attempt made by these media to attract ratings. Lansi could see that the ratings must be very good.

Although one could see younger girls wearing less than this host in newspapers and magazines, it had to be said that people always had a kind of emotion they didn't even notice toward the host on TV.

The villa door was opened soon after there was the sound of a car engine in the yard, and the combat captain was pushed and fell into the living room.

At this time, he finally understood who this "Mr. Lansi" was. He looked at Lansi with some horror. They had met during the day.

At the same time, he also connected this person with the person in his mind who once made them all feel incredible, or even fearful! He started to tremble, trembling constantly like shaking, bones, teeth, the whole person.

"Who told you to attack Ethan?", Lansi turned off the TV, turned his body, and asked him.

He pressed his arms on his thighs, his body leaned forward, sitting like teasing a kitten or puppy with his head down.

The combat captain had been trembling, he couldn't even say a complete sentence. Lansi looked at Allen, and Allen swung his fist and hit him in the face.

This made the combat captain feel a bit "comfortable." His body didn't shake so much. Perhaps the pain stimulated his desire to survive, perhaps it was some other reason, in short, he could speak.

"I... have a friend, he said that when that big guy competed last time, he bought his opponent to win, but the match result made him lose a large sum of money, so he hoped I could help teach this big guy a lesson."

"I didn't think... he was your person, Mr. Lansi!"

Lansi nodded slightly, "You know me now."

The combat captain cried with a sad face, he knelt down again, "I know, I know who you are."

Lansi smiled very satisfied, "What is this person's name, what kind of person is he?"

The combat captain hesitated for a while, "He and I were friends before, he was a police officer before, caught me, but let me go again, I owe him a favor, now I don't know what he is doing."

Then he told Lansi the name of this former police officer, but just relying on a name to find a person, and the police station didn't stand on their side, it was a bit difficult.

But it doesn't matter, Lansi believes that as long as the money is spent in place, this person will definitely be found.

"You didn't lie?"

The combat captain shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't lie."

Hearing him say this, Lansi stood up, tidied up his clothes, walked around him, and walked directly toward the door.

The combat captain kept adjusting his knees to ensure that he could always face Lansi. He didn't know why Lansi wanted to leave, but he obviously knew this was not a good signal.

"Mr. Lansi, Mr. Lansi?!"

He kept moving his body forward with his knees, seemingly wanting to stop Lansi, but soon Allen blocked in front of him.

Puff puff...

This was the last sound he heard when he was still alive in his life.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1082 =====