Chapter 1098: Decapitation Operation

In the evening, after Hailamu got off work, he found a public phone booth and called Lanse.

"I have already grasped some of the situation with Peiji Peileisi; when are we taking action?"

He was very concerned about this now; although being a police officer was a very interesting experience for him, it was ultimately just an experience.

He could only experience it for a while and didn't want to keep experiencing it.

Lanse told him to wait a bit longer. "We are still missing the last key thing, something that can make Fran bite the hook, so we still need to wait a few days."

Besides Lanse, not many people knew his plan, and Hailamu didn't know either; of course, he had no questions.

"About when are we taking action? I can't help it anymore."

"Today they gave me ten dollars and wanted to send me away; I just want to tear that bastard's face off and stuff it into his asshole right now!"

Lanse couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Although I don't know what exactly happened, it's clear you are indeed very angry right now."

"Rest assured!"

"The opportunity will appear very soon."

After Hailamu and Lanse talked a few more times, he hung up the phone.

He walked out of the phone booth with a cigarette in his mouth, cursing as he got into the police car on the side of the road, and then drove the police car back to the downstairs of the apartment building where he lived.

He could feel that he would still be playing the role of a police officer for a while.

The next period of time was a kind of life for Hailamu that couldn't be called torment, but it definitely wasn't comfortable either.

Every day he had to go to work on time; it wasn't that he couldn't get up, it was just that this job was too boring.

Before he joined the Lanse family, he always felt that being a police officer was an interesting job; first of all, they could legally use violence.

As an illegal immigrant, being treated as a criminal suspect by the police was already a frequent occurrence.

At that time, he felt that being a police officer should be very majestic, and there was even a period when he felt that only by becoming a police officer would life get better.

You could beat others, you could extort shopkeepers, you could do many things.

However, he didn't think so now; being a police officer was a very boring and hard job. If it weren't for the big-bearded chief taking care of them, their work would be more, harder, and the income wouldn't be very high either.

During this period, he had figured out Peiji's entire daily schedule clearly; next, he was waiting for a signal.

This signal came very quickly, and it came in a way Hailamu hadn't thought of.

"Lanse was attacked."

The first moment this news began to spread, Hailamu dialed Lanse's phone to inquire about his situation.

Not long after Lanse returned to Jincheng, he was attacked by a group of mysterious people; it was said that Lanse was also injured, and it was said the injury wasn't light.

Perhaps to stabilize the situation of the entire Lanse family, as well as the senator's side, he appeared in public the first time after being attacked.

His arm was in a sling, and he had a plaster cast on; it looked like it should be a fracture.

There were some abrasions on his face; it wasn't known how they were made, but in short, the whole person looked very disheveled.

Fran could even see from Lanse's walking posture that his leg should have been injured a bit.

This made Fran's face full of smiles! "Go and inquire about who did it."

"No matter who it is, if they want to get our protection, let them contact us."

"This is the best news I have heard since the New Year; there is no other!"

He said this and looked at Baoluo. "Bring me that bottle of Royal Cognac I treasure."

Baoluo's face was also full of smiles as he stood up, then walked to the middle of the wine cabinet, and on the core wine rack, pulled out one of the bottles.

Royal Cognac, from the year 891; that year, because of climate reasons, the Royal Cognac grape farm had a reduction in production, leading to only over ten thousand bottles of finished wine produced that year.

Because its winery had always been providing wine-making services to the royal family, the taste and craftsmanship were very solid, plus the royal family's name propaganda, now every bottle of 891 Royal Cognac was priced at over ten thousand, and it was very hard to buy.

These wines were drunk one bottle less for every one drunk, and they were basically all treasures of dignitaries.

They would occasionally take them out to look at them, but there weren't many people who truly drank them.

Fran had three bottles; this was a trophy they had obtained after once wiping out a gang family. Before, they had drunk one bottle, and he still had two left; this was one of them.

The wine was brought to Fran by Baoluo and opened. Accompanied by the oak cork being pulled out, Fran rarely felt an impulse to want to taste it.

"Alright, let me be alone for a while."

Baoluo knew this was Fran's habit; sometimes when he was very happy or very angry, he would be alone for a period of time.

As for why he had to do this, Baoluo didn't know very clearly, but he didn't want to figure it out either; this had nothing to do with him.

Fran picked up the wine bottle and poured some for himself, then put the oak cork back in; this bottle of wine could still last for a period of time.

He carried the wine glass to the balcony; this matter of Lanse being attacked was a very meaningful thing for him.

And the matter happened in Jincheng, which meant that after the conflict between the Lanse family and the Peileisi family escalated, people saw through the essence of the Lanse family's weakness, so some gangs that had been heavily suppressed by them began to rebound.

People would go one after another to challenge him, trying to find a way to kill him, to destroy the Lanse family's ruling status in Likalai State.

It didn't even need Fran and the Peileisi family to take action; Lanse would be deeply trapped in trouble!

This was actually what he feared; he knew very clearly that once a powerful gang began to encounter challenges, it meant this gang had lost the deterrent power it had possessed in the past, and people began to think about wanting to divide it up.

Just like Lanse's current situation, Fran believed that new attackers would soon appear, as well as challengers; Lanse and his group of people would be eaten away bit by bit.

Thinking of this, Fran couldn't help but taste this glass of Royal Cognac.

Actually, he wasn't a wine taster, and his concept of the quality of wine was limited to the price of this bottle of wine—

If the price of the wine was higher, then in Fran's eyes, this bottle of wine was naturally a good wine.

If the price of this bottle of wine wasn't high, then it definitely wasn't a good wine.

Although his way of judgment was very simple, it had to be said that it was still very accurate in some respects.

Just at the moment he raised his wine glass, he suddenly felt something push him, and immediately after, a "bang" sound came to his ears! It was a gunshot. At the moment the gun rang, he threw himself onto the ground, and all the guards in the entire manor took action. One group of people chased in the direction the gunshot came from, while others continued to guard the important locations in the manor.

Baoluo led people in a panic and crashed open the door of Fran's study. They saw Fran crawling toward the room on the balcony with a pool of blood spilling from under him.

Perhaps because he saw Baoluo, Fran reached out, his face still remaining in terror, and shouted "save me," words that didn't quite fit his status.

Baoluo immediately led people to help him in from the outside and pulled the curtains.

The Peileisi family had a private doctor dedicated to the family, on standby in the manor twenty-four hours a day, and gang life inevitably led to some surgical problems, so the doctor here had surgical qualifications.

They checked Fran's injury, and the doctor's expression wasn't optimistic. "The bullet penetrated his right lung from his left shoulder and finally left his body naturally."

"This is a good thing; at least we don't need to worry about how to take out the bullet head."

"But the bad news is...", the doctor looked at the people here, "his age isn't small, and he suffered such a heavy injury; even if he is rescued, I'm afraid there is a very high probability he won't be able to recover to his previous state, and even whether he still has self-care ability is unknown."

If the injury to the right lung is relatively heavy, it might need to be removed to avoid further deterioration in the body.

And doctors in this period generally believed that removing the injured organ was good for the body's recovery, at least the body didn't need to consume more energy to recover an organ that couldn't be recovered.

Baoluo's expression changed and changed. "Please help rescue him immediately; Fran cannot die, at least he cannot die now."

"In addition...", he said and turned to look at others, "no one can leak this matter."

"If anyone asks, just say someone's gun went off by accident; it was just an accident, no attack, no one was injured."

Some people looked at Baoluo's expression and it seemed a bit strange, and some people even had a kind of ecstasy on their faces; of course, there was also a portion of people who had no expression on their faces.

They actually all heard what Baoluo's purpose was—

If Fran couldn't take care of himself, or couldn't wake up, then Baoluo, as the family's number two, had the qualification to act on Fran's behalf and issue orders.

But if Fran died, then the family would have to re-elect a family head, and there was a very high probability this opportunity would fall on Fran's own children.

No matter how well Baoluo had done over these years, better than any of Fran's sons, he was always lacking in terms of inheritance; he wasn't Fran's son, and even if his contribution was greater than anyone else's, he couldn't become the next family head.

Only by taking advantage of the opportunity that Fran might fall into a coma, or couldn't take care of himself, could he control the family through the unconscious Fran who couldn't speak or make decisions, and finally consolidate his own power and status, to have a chance to become the next family head.

For his current request, no one here stood on the opposite side of him clearly; everyone seemed to agree with such a decision.

This also made Baoluo relax slightly.

"Now what we need to figure out most is who did it!"

Speaking of this, the same person appeared in the minds of most people: Lanse.

Baoluo's trusted subordinate immediately spoke out, "It must be Lanse who did it."

Everyone's gaze was focused on him. He didn't have the slightest timidity. "Lanse was just attacked; he very likely thought this was done by us, so he arranged for a gunman, found an opportunity, and injured Fran."

"Besides him, I can't think of anyone else who would do this. If there were others who wanted to do this, would do this, it would be impossible for this to be the first time in so many years!"

Baoluo nodded noncommittally. "Since there is a suspect, go and check; you must figure out who exactly it is!"

Whether it was Lanse or not actually wasn't that important to him, but they indeed needed a target, and Lanse happened to be ready-made.

The tension in the manor was quickly lifted; except for a few people, most people still didn't know what had happened, and they really just thought someone's gun went off by accident, simply triggering a riot.

At the same time, Hailamu was talking to Lanse on the phone, "... so, these are all fake?"

Hailamu heard this and finally let out a breath. "I said, in Jincheng, who would still dare to attack you?"

"If someone really attacked you, I would be the first to finish off Bodun!"

"Now what you said is obviously more reasonable; that kid has good luck."

The "that kid" he spoke of referred to Bodun, who was now responsible for the base camp and the intelligence work in the Indenuo State.

Other places aside, in Jincheng, if someone could really penetrate the intelligence system to attack Lanse, then Bodun must have also participated in it.

Even if he wasn't one of them, he also tacitly approved of these people's attack on Lanse.

So Hailamu said that if Lanse was really attacked, he would go back and finish off Bodun now.

However, fortunately, everything was just a "false alarm"; this was all bait.

The two were chatting, and Lanse was explaining his plan when he suddenly stopped. "Don't hang up the phone first; I have another call to take here."

He put down the phone and answered another call; it came from the gunman arranged by Ma Duoer.

"Boss, I hit him, and then he threw himself onto the ground; I wasn't easy to shoot, so I retreated."

"But I can guarantee that I hit his upper body with one shot."

"If possible, I want to find an opportunity to add two more shots."

Listening to the other party's somewhat self-blaming tone, Lanse actively comforted him twice. "Killing him with one shot isn't necessarily a good thing; him not dying isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"Fran is so old; this shot, no matter where it hits, as long as it's on him, his days ahead won't be very good."

"The mission was completed very well; you can go back and relax. I'll have Ma Duoer give you a vacation, take your family and have a good time; the newly built water park is not bad."

He chatted with this sniper for a few sentences and then hung up the phone.

Fran's manor's security power and level were very high; within two hundred meters around, it was his private territory, and there were people patrolling without interruption, and there were no high-level buildings, so it could be said there was no place to attack at all.

Ma Duoer took the sniper to the scene for several days, and finally, at a place about two hundred meters away, found a fir tree that could see the balcony.

The sniper climbed up the tree, then fixed his weapon and his body; being able to hit, and still hit the upper body, Lanse already felt it was very amazing.

He put down the phone and picked up Hailamu's phone. "You can do what you want to do..." ===== CHAPTER 1099 =====