Chapter 1096: Inappropriate Attacks and Rumors

In the evening, quite a few cadres from the family gathered at Lanse's manor in New Jincheng. Lanse sat at the head of the table, holding the edges of the table on both sides, looking at the people gathered here, a smile appearing on his face.

"I know some of you have some doubts about why we haven't given a timely and necessary counterattack in the face of the Peileisi family's provocation."

"It is because I believe we cannot resolve this dispute with the bickering of the past, because our opponent is different from those in the past."

"In the past, our opponents were all small characters, at most like opponents like the five great families of Jincheng; these people... honestly, we don't need to use any special means to wipe them out."

"But the Peileisi family is different. Their power is greater, their strength is stronger, and they also have backers; even when they find themselves at a disadvantage, they will take the initiative to seek peace."

"They did exactly that before, and it was very hard for us to refuse."

Lanse let go of both hands and leaned back in his chair, saying in a tone slightly tinged with teasing and mockery, "After all, when someone at the senator level comes out to mediate, we have to give them face."

The cadres sitting on both sides of the table nodded one after another. In the last dispute, the Peileisi family had again found a middleman to mediate, and the conflict between the two sides had stopped.

Perhaps from the perspective of the Lanse family's interests, this was a result that didn't meet their demands, but from the perspective of Senator Wei De, perhaps he and the senator on the other side had reached some agreement, and eventually, this dispute was terminated.

Of course, it also had a certain relationship with the prohibition order.

If Fran discovered he was under huge threat, whether it was himself or the Peileisi family, would he discard a portion of important interests in exchange for a deal with the Congress side, making the dispute terminate again?

There was this possibility, and the probability was very high.

There was a saying that Lanse thought was very correct.

That was that no matter the industry, the higher up you go, the more these people at the tip of the pyramid are no different from politicians.

Gang leaders don't look like leaders anymore either.

So this time, Lanse needed to hit them by surprise, leaving them with no way to retain too much strength.

Even if they found someone to mediate again, Lanse would find a way to make these people behind them join him in directly swallowing the entire Peileisi family.

Even if they weren't willing to do so, Senator Wei De would be willing; after all, interests are eternal, and everything else is false.

"What are we going to do?", Hailamu blew at his bangs and even took the opportunity to toss his hair.

After the "first-generation Hailamu" and "second-generation Hailamu" of the past, this was now the third generation; honestly, it was a bit annoying.

He not only had to toss his hair but also had to blow at it. Lanse glared at him. "First, clean up their industries here in New Jincheng, tell them we are doing business, and at the same time, move a portion of our good hands to Old City."

Lanse looked at Ma Duoer; the strongest gunmen in the entire gang were under his command. These people were originally professional soldiers who had come to the Federation seeking a new life because they were tired of the civil war in the empire where they betrayed each other.

Lanse accepted them and helped them bring their families over, so they had now completely defected to Lanse.

Usually, they would help Lanse train those gang members, letting them drill every once in a while, which was very helpful for maintaining their combat effectiveness.

With the Lanse family's current business results, if they didn't force them to train, they would soon become lazy people.

No crisis awareness, no daily training—for ordinary people, in ordinary industries, there might be no problem.

But for a gang, it was absolutely not okay.

Besides needing to drill these family members, there was one more thing they needed to do, and that was to constantly strengthen their professional skills—shooting.

Bolt-action rifles, from a further place, a place where the naked eye could almost not see, and then hitting the target with one shot—this was what Lanse had always had them do.

They didn't need them to go to the streets to have gunfights with other gangs, nor did they need them to risk their lives to do anything; they only needed to practice their marksmanship well.

Their income was relatively high in the entire family; each person had four or five hundred dollars every month, and this money could allow them and their families to live very comfortably in the Federation.

And their families also had jobs, and the income wasn't low; they only needed to practice their marksmanship well.

"Get a few snipers over, and send them to Old City too."

Lanse again held the edge of the table, leaning his body slightly forward, full of a kind of aggression. "This time, I want everyone to know: don't talk to me about any federal five great families, what this is powerful, what that is powerful."

"In the Federation, as long as you offend us, there will only be one outcome!"

In this instant, many people came to his mind: there was the President, some presidential candidates, Director Luo Lan of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and many others.

Whether this sentence also included them, others might not be very clear, but Lanse definitely knew.

"First do as I say, move!"

A few hours later, several of the Peileisi family's industries in New Jincheng were attacked, but the way of this attack was different from other ways of attacking.

Many celebrities and dignitaries lived in New Jincheng, and Senator Wei De had repeatedly warned Lanse to try his best not to use weapons in New Jincheng, as this would alarm many people.

He had listened to this sentence, so this time he didn't use thermal weapons either.

The moment the attack happened, Fran knew about this matter. When he listened to his subordinates talk about the Lanse family's method of attack, after a brief moment of astonishment, he smiled and shook his head, and even gave Lanse an evaluation of "naive child."

At the same time, in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Director Luo Lan also held the information on the Lanse family's attack on the Peileisi family's industries, and he rubbed his temples with a headache.

Obviously, what Fran felt was a "childish, laughable trick" made him feel a sense of powerlessness.

Why was he actively creating conflict between Lanse and the Peileisi family and providing a certain degree of convenience for their gunfights?

In the end, it was to catch more evidence related to them.

The Peileisi family attacked Lanse's transport team, so as long as Lanse retaliated, they would have the evidence of these retaliations.

He could then arrest the people who specifically implemented the retaliation; he didn't believe that everyone in the Lanse family was a hard bone—there would always be someone who couldn't stand the interrogation and would say something about people he was interested in.

If ten people couldn't find the person he wanted, then look from a hundred people, look from a thousand people.

Director Luo Lan had come into contact with many criminals; before he became the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he had also engaged in law enforcement work related to the police.

He understood the real weakness behind these seemingly stubborn criminals; perhaps you are facing ten people who are unwilling to open their mouths, but as long as one person opens their mouth, the psychological defenses of the others will immediately collapse.

Human nature is inherently selfish; he always believed in this point. When people discover that if they don't speak, they need to bear more and heavier consequences.

And those who open their mouths not only won't encounter these, but on the contrary, can obtain some benefits in a certain sense, their mentality will undergo a huge change and become unbalanced.

These were all his plans, and they were very perfect, but first, he needed to catch these people.

But look at what Lanse did? He let drivers drive trucks filled with garbage and even feces to attack the Peileisi family's industries. When these trucks rushed into their legitimate business places, the fragile devices in the carriage used to hold the feces would break because of the principle of inertia, and it would all burst at once.

A large amount of feces flowed out from the trucks; whether it was a restaurant, a shop, or a jewelry store, in short, they were all made a mess!

Even if those foul smells were washed clean with water, they couldn't be wiped away, as if they had permeated into the ground and all the places they had stained!

These drivers were mostly drunk; facing the accusations, they and the transport company behind them were willing to bear the consequences. Although it was a newly established company, people were willing to bear all the consequences, so what else could you do? The current Federation didn't have any "dangerous driving crime," and drinking and driving wasn't completely illegal; only in some states would driving a car or carriage be restricted after drinking.

Jin Zhou didn't have this regulation because there were too many dignitaries and celebrities here, and most of them would drive home after participating in a social activity with alcohol.

If they were forbidden from doing so, then whoever submitted the proposal would be the common enemy of everyone.

"Luo Lan, are you listening?"

The voice of the police chief came from the receiver on the desk. Director Luo Lan picked up the phone and put it to his ear. "I am."

"Should we take action against these drivers?"

The drivers had already been controlled. Now, the problem for the police station was whether to handle it according to the normal process or send them to the Federal Bureau of Investigation for interrogation and forced confession.

Director Luo Lan couldn't make up his mind at this moment. "Do you think these drivers are gang members?"

After a brief silence, the police chief said, "I think... they don't look like gang members, but I can't be sure."

Director Luo Lan couldn't make up his mind now. What if this was also a trap? Would it make them passive now?

For example, someone was watching them, and in the end, they would turn around and sue them for interrogating ordinary people, forcing ordinary people to admit to things they hadn't done? Gangs aren't stupid; fighting with them, especially fighting with someone like Lanse who has particularly outstanding abilities, requires being more careful.

He thought for a long time, and finally spat out a breath of turbid air. "Forget it, don't worry about them, follow the process."

"Okay, I got it." The police chief hung up the phone, and only the beeping sound remained in the receiver.

Director Luo Lan put the receiver back on the base, and he slowly frowned.

This attack on the Peileisi family's industries was crazy and had Lanse's style, but it gave him a feeling that wasn't very "harmonious."

Based on his interpretation of Lanse in recent years, he thought Lanse should have retaliated in a more crazy and bloody way, rather than like now, just like a child's prank.

Using trucks filled with feces to impact those industries, making them all fall into a standstill.

This didn't actually cause any real impact on the Peileisi family; none of them died in this attack, so how could it soothe the flames of hatred in Lanse's heart?

This also led him to extend some other thoughts: Lanse suddenly changed his style this time—did he know that someone was watching him? People are like this; once the seed of suspicion begins to sprout, it is very hard to abandon this thought again.

Of course, his suspicion wasn't directed at the senior agent supervisor, but at those small characters at the bottom.

They could plant undercover agents in gangs; why couldn't someone like Lanse, who possessed richer resources, plant undercover agents here?

With such a thought, he planned to establish an internal affairs department to try to find those undercover agents hidden in the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

As for Lanse's attack? He needed to wait a bit longer, wait for Lanse to reveal more flaws, and when he launched a bloodier and crazier retaliation, then he would take action to catch those people.

For several days in a row, almost all of the Peileisi family's industries in New Jincheng were attacked. Although they were all claimed to be traffic accidents externally, everyone knew this was done by Lanse.

Those celebrities and dignitaries just laughed off such childish venting behavior and didn't elevate these actions to any height.

They were also very satisfied with Lanse's attitude of not using force in this city full of dignitaries; they liked people who followed the rules, because the rules were formulated by them.

At the same time, the first batch of people had moved into Old City, and with the help of the big-bearded chief, they had locked onto several core members of the Peileisi family.

"Currently, we have found over a dozen core members, but we still can't find Fran's activity trajectory; he has been in his manor and rarely shows his face."

"What should we do next?"

Hailamu's voice was filled with some irritability. The defensive power of the Peileisi manor was very well done, also because their conflict with the Lanse family had broken out recently.

It could be said that there were people patrolling with weapons every three or five steps; once someone invaded, it would quickly trigger a large number of people to surround them.

This was the Peileisi family's base of operations; they could gather a lot of people anytime, anywhere. Once you fell into it, there was almost no possibility of leaving.

After a brief thought, Lanse said, "You guys keep an eye on those people for now and don't move recklessly. I will have Chali arrange a new job for you. Wait until you figure out Fran's patterns before taking action."

Then he called the big-bearded chief to ask about this matter.

Hearing that Lanse had truly aimed his target directly at Fran, the big-bearded chief, after a brief thought, said, "I have heard a rumor that when Fran is in a good mood, he will sunbathe on the balcony outside his study. Perhaps this piece of news is of some use to you..." ===== CHAPTER 1097 =====