Chapter 1102: Baoluo and Fran

"Baoluo, our Goliou nightclub in the east of the city was attacked..."

"Baoluo, our bar in the lower city district was attacked."

"Boss..."

Among the voices, some "Boss" were mixed in. Baoluo had been emphasizing for people to call him "Ba

He is not the Boss of the family now; he is just a relatively important person among the core members of the family. That "Boss" is still Fran, and only Fran can be called "Boss" by the people.

This gesture earned him some slight, not very much, favor. However, his own people still called him "Boss." No matter how he corrected them, it was useless, so he simply stopped correcting them.

Therefore, in the office, these two forms of address appeared.

Calling him by his name directly, and calling him "Boss."

Actually, from his own perspective, he still likes people calling him "Boss." It sounds more imposing that way, and he really wants to become this "Boss," but now is not the time.

Listening to the news that his family's properties were constantly being attacked by the Lanse family, Bob's head still ached a bit, but fortunately, he already had a countermeasure.

He raised his hand to signal the noisy crowd to quiet down, but he lacked some of Fran's influence and authority. It wasn't until he shouted "Quiet down" that the people in the room really quieted down.

Their gazes were all focused on Bob, carrying some scrutinizing looks, or looks that didn't like him.

Not everyone is loyal to him; there are still many people who are only loyal to the family head, or only loyal to Fran.

Looking at these people's gazes, Bob knew very well that if he couldn't stabilize the situation, they would soon consider replacing him with someone else to lead everyone.

Although his status in the family is very high, it's not like there are no other candidates besides him; there are others who can take on this important role.

After the room quieted down, he told the people his thoughts, "It looks like the Lanse family's attacks are very fierce right now, and we seem to be at a disadvantage, but in fact, all of this is an illusion."

"Gentlemen, this is the old city. Here, there is only one voice, and that is the voice of the Perez family!"

"We were just caught off guard when we weren't on guard against them. Once we react and calm down, they are not our opponents at all!"

"Therefore, I now require that no matter where you go, you need to be accompanied by at least ten people, and you must carry weapons."

"Pistols, submachine guns, or even grenades, these things can help you deal very well with those who launch sudden attacks."

"Besides that, restrain your people, stay on your own turf, don't run around, and be prepared for defense and counterattack."

"People must have weapons in their hands, must have bullets, must know how to shoot, and must dare to shoot."

He emphasized the matter of shooting.

In fact, not all gang members have the courage and ability to kill. This matter is not as simple as people imagine.

Many people might be thugs; they can humiliate and beat others, can extort and blackmail others, and can do many bad things, but when it comes to killing, they may still be unable to overcome their psychological barriers.

This type of person is actually very common. According to some people who label themselves as good people, this is their bottom line, but in reality, the bottom line can be broken anytime and anywhere, as long as there is a motivation for them to break it.

Now, the family has reached a very critical and important moment, which is the time to break the bottom line.

Being able to shoot and daring to shoot, this is the key.

As for whether they can hit the target, it's actually not important. This kind of thing is like a bully and someone being bullied.

If the person being bullied doesn't dare to fight back, then the person bullying him will only bully him even more severely.

But if he fights back, and even makes the person bullying him feel fear, or even pain, then in the future, this person bullying him will very likely not bully him.

Because of the cost issue.

When the Lanse family people come to attack and encounter fierce resistance, as long as they suffer casualties, they will consider the cost issue.

Whether it is worth doing so, they start to become hesitant and cautious, and then this chaotic situation will soon stabilize.

The gazes of the people in the room toward Bob also changed somewhat. What they need now is a clear train of thought, and then they will fill in some details themselves.

No one raised any objections. They felt they could give it a try. Bob was very satisfied with the current state. He looked at these people, "Then go do it now!"

People began to leave the room, and then searched for phones in nearby rooms to contact their subordinates on their turf, telling them the methods to deal with it.

In the room that symbolizes the highest power and status of the family, only Bob and a few others remained.

Actually, there is a detail: Bob never sat in that chair belonging to Fran from beginning to end, even now.

He has always been sitting on that independent single sofa. That position is also Fran's exclusive position, but it is not as sensitive as the chair behind the desk.

He desperately wants to sit on it, but he also knows that he can't do that now.

"Can this solve the problems we are facing now?", his son asked curiously, "It seems we didn't do anything."

Bob lit a cigarette, frowned, and took a puff, "You don't understand."

"Our strength is very strong, far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Even if such attacks came again with double the intensity, they actually couldn't crush us."

"Do you know how many people I can mobilize in my hands alone?", Bob looked at his son with a relaxed expression.

His son really hadn't investigated this matter seriously. He said somewhat uncertainly, "One hundred people, or two hundred people?"

Bob didn't answer this question, but instead looked at his number one subordinate, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a half-smile.

He stood by the wall. If Bob hadn't taken the initiative to look at him, he would have almost no presence, "We can mobilize about six or seven hundred people now."

"So many?", Bob's son shifted his gaze from this guy back to his father's face in disbelief.

Six or seven hundred people, it sounds like there aren't even as many as the workers in a medium-sized factory.

But they are running a gang, not a factory.

Even for a factory, six or seven hundred people is not a small number, in reality.

According to the current wage standards in the developed southern regions, a worker needs at least fifty-five to sixty dollars in wages. Six hundred people means that just paying wages every month would cost nearly forty thousand dollars.

The wages of these gang members are much higher than those of workers; otherwise, why wouldn't they go to work in jobs without any danger, and instead have to engage in such dangerous work?

They take risks, the risk of being killed, the risk of being caught by the police and sent to prison, to engage in this work, just to get more money.

Every month, Bob has to spend over one hundred or two hundred thousand on various expenses.

Just these people under his command are equivalent to the core member teams of some medium-sized gangs.

If you add in some scattered peripheral people, he controls a team of over a thousand people.

One Bob is already so powerful, so what about the others? Do they also control hundreds of people? Therefore, Bob never believed that the Perez family would not be a match for the Lanse family; it's just that they were caught off guard this time and didn't react in time.

Once they stabilize, and then deal with the Lanse family, it will be like a strong adult bullying a child.

Even if this child is holding a sharp knife in his hand and has cut the Perez family adult.

But wanting to kill him is impossible!

Feeling this confidence and power from Bob, his son's nervous and uneasy mood gradually stabilized.

"So, next we just wait for the good news to come."

The fact is indeed as Bob expected. When they started to gather and were not running around in a panic, the attacks against the Perez family soon became fewer.

Because they are not easy to fight.

"Since they are not easy to fight, let the brothers all go back. The first round of attacks has ended."

Lanse has already come out of the hospital. According to the doctor's examination, his body is very healthy. The injuries he received in the attack only looked scary, but in fact, they were just superficial wounds, and there was no need to specifically treat those wounds.

This also made some people suddenly realize that all of this was just a setup. They might not know who Lanse set the trap to pit against, but from the smile on his face when he appeared in public, it could be seen that his plan was implemented very successfully.

Bob never allowed people to reveal that Fran was shot and hospitalized, hanging by a thread, so people still didn't know that Fran almost returned to God's embrace.

Lanse, far away in New Jincheng, has already started to remotely command the battle in the old city. He even considered approaching the battlefield of this war more closely and intensely.

"Once the Perez family gathers their personnel, the attacks will be difficult to be effective."

"The reason we were able to succeed frequently in the past two days is that we caught them off guard with an information gap. They didn't know that we had already figured out their daily routines and itineraries. Once they are on guard, the cost of our attacking them will be many times higher, and it will no longer be so cost-effective."

"In the next period of time, they may start looking for our flaws, and then try to counterattack us. We must be prepared."

"Director Chali cannot be completely trusted. He can defect to us for some interests and the future, but he might not necessarily defect to others for more interests and a brighter future."

"Once you find something wrong, withdraw immediately. Compared to them, we may appear relatively small, but being small has the benefits of being small; it is easier for us to turn around."

"Next, you try according to my ideas. Although it may not necessarily succeed, it may not necessarily not be an opportunity."

Lanse gave some more instructions. After Hiram put down the phone, he felt a bit... excessive.

Yes, a bastard with blood-stained hands who likes to pull the trigger to the end and specifically modified two reinforced drum magazines to stuff bullets weighing several pounds into other people's bodies actually felt that Lanse was a bit excessive.

However, he had to admit that Lanse's excessiveness still made some sense.

Subsequently, Hiram began to assign tasks. He really wanted to know the expressions on the faces of the core members of the Perez family these past few days.

On the afternoon he talked to Lanse on the phone, a shocking piece of news spread in the old city—

Mr. Fran Perez, a great philanthropist loved by the people, was shot in the Perez manor a few days ago.

A bullet hit his body, and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, but his life or death is unknown.

And during Fran's coma, Bob became the person who issued orders for the Perez family. There is news that Bob cooperated with the Lanse family to jointly manufacture this shocking assassination case...

"This is a naked slander!", Bob sat in front of Fran's hospital bed, denouncing the rumor-mongers, "I will find the people who spread these rumors, and then cut off their tongues and stuff them into their assholes. These sons of bitches, fuck!"

Looking at Bob's somewhat uncomposed expression, there was only playfulness in Fran's eyes. He licked his lips. Because the surgery was only a few days ago, he had just recovered to eat a small amount of liquid food, and his daily water intake was quantified.

This made his lips a bit dry, and there was no good way to deal with it.

His body is still adjusting itself. After all, one lung is missing from his chest cavity, and some internal organs will shift. Only after these internal organs adapt to the new environment can he drink more water and eat more food.

"I heard from the doctor that there is a transplant surgery now, and I can have a lung transplanted.", his expression was very calm, and he didn't seem to care much about this rumor.

Bob's performance became like a clown. He tidied up his hair, letting them all return to where they should stay, "What can I do for you?"

Fran took a deep breath, and there was a trace of longing on his face, "Find the person who can give me his lung, and then bring him here."

Bob has heard of organ transplant technology, because some religious people claim that they are blaspheming God and are attempting to use the clumsy power of mortals to grasp the authority of God. This is a disrespect to God and will be punished.

It is a pity that these claims of theirs cannot achieve the effect they want, because those who support the development of these cutting-edge medical technologies are always that small group of rich people.

When they think that changing organs can bring them longer health and longevity, they will promote the development of this medical technology.

As for the protests of some religious groups?

Let them protest! After all, the Federation is a free country. Even if they roll on the ground, it doesn't matter. Anyway, they have no chance to use it in their lifetime.

Except for rich people, people rich enough to ignore the law and morality are qualified to do this kind of surgery. Ordinary people, the middle class, and those in the general upper class simply don't have this qualification!

Actually, Fran is not that qualified either, it's just that the doctor cooperating with him is also studying this topic.

Those old, rich, and powerful people who are afraid of death are their real main consumers.

Ordinary people would feel unable to bear it if they took a three-dollar special medicine injection, but those rich people, fifty dollars an injection, a hundred dollars an injection, or even more, can take several injections every day.

So they are the real core consumer group.

As for ordinary people?

They might just be waste utilization after the profiteering period ends. After all, their base is very large.

Fran got a spot. The doctor said he could try to transplant a healthy lung for him for free.

He now needs to use more effort every time he breathes, even so, he still has a feeling of being unable to catch his breath.

People who have never experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death will never understand the warmth of life and the desire to live. Now in Fran's eyes, any Lanse family attack is no longer important; what is important is that he can live.

He stretched out his hand, which was already a bit withered. In the two days of hospitalization, he had lost a lot of weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. The back of his hand, which was originally quite full, had shrunk by a circle. Those wrinkles and raised skin looked a bit uncomfortable to people.

Bob took the initiative to reach out his hand, and it was tightly held by Fran, "Please take care of the family matters for now. You are someone I can trust."

"But you must also keep my matter in mind. You can talk to the doctor, and he will tell you what to do."

After he finished saying these words, he let out a heavy breath, "I'm a bit tired. If there is really anything you can't make a decision on, you can come and ask me. Other matters... you handle them."

Bob was joyful inside, but he couldn't show it. He tried his best to make his expression look painful and natural, "I know, I'll go contact the doctor right now."

Fran nodded and had already closed his eyes, with no other movements, as if he had fallen asleep.

Bob carefully retreated from the room. The moment the door closed, Fran, who had "fallen asleep," opened his eyes again.

Outside the room, Bob found the doctor and talked about organ transplantation.

"So, what do I need to do?"

The doctor gave him a list, "These are all locals. I have selected them, young, strong, and people without any bad habits."

"If you can persuade them to donate a part of their lung, then we can perform the transplant for Mr. Fran."

"Persuade?", Bob emphasized this word a bit, he asked, "What will happen to these people after the surgery?"

The doctor answered with an attitude of being responsible to science, "It won't affect their lives. In fact, because their lungs are very healthy, one is enough for them to use."

"Of course, it doesn't exclude the possibility of triggering some other unpredictable medical risks, which I cannot predict in advance."

Hearing the doctor say this, Bob actually already knew what he meant.

Whether it's spending money, kidnapping, or other methods, anyway, the hospital doesn't care. All they need are people for "resource donation."