Chapter 1115: Voluntary

The burning factory, the corpses that had not been dealt with in time on the ground, the expressions on the faces of the people standing outside the warehouse were as ugly as if someone in the family had passed away.

The young man standing at the very front, whose face was dyed red by the fire, kicked a stone under his feet hard. The stone flew out, leaving a white spot on the wall and making a sound before rolling to the side of the road.

"Let's go."

The group came very quickly and left very quickly. Half an hour later, Bob pinched the bridge of his nose. His head was buzzing now.

It was as if... someone had hit his skull hard with a baseball bat, and the whole world was spinning.

Millions of dollars worth of goods were gone. This loss was enough to make him feel heartache, not to mention the factory being wiped out in one pot.

Many of the equipment in the factory were customized. The cost of these equipment was not cheap at all. The capitalists of the Federation had studied making money to the limit.

The cost of those machines might be a few thousand dollars, but they are worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands each from raw materials to machines.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the mechanical drawings and some formulas are in the vault of the manor.

"This matter...", Bob let go and looked at the few family members in the room. After controlling and enjoying the beauty brought by power, he finally felt the backlash of power.

Responsibility.

He has a headache now. He found that the harder he worked, the further he was from his goal.

He wants to become the next head of the family, or gain more power, so he must show that he has the ability in this regard, so that everyone can shut their dissatisfied mouths.

But the harder he worked, the worse the family's situation is now. The attacks of the Lanse family are continuous, and he has not received any help from the federal government and the police station, but has become a target.

It should be said that such a large gang family should have great ruling power, and should not let the Lanse family, an outsider, make them so passive here.

Bob also thought so before. He felt that it was a simple thing to deal with the Lanse family, just a gang fight. He has more gunmen and more weapons than the Lanse family here, and he is the one who should win.

But the result is not like this.

In fact, the reason is very simple. He has not really contacted, seen, or understood the operation mode of this society, gangs, and government.

He just simply thought, like many family members, that their strength is because they are strong themselves.

This is like a boxer who is obsessed with his own fists and thinks he can win the championship. It is too simple.

Of course, if you only consider the strength of two boxers, how heavy their fists are, and how resistant they are to being beaten, perhaps these simple values are indeed the key to victory.

But this is not a simple numerical game. If a gang wants to exert its powerful strength, it must have a premise—a protective umbrella.

The protective umbrella is like a referee in a boxing match. When a referee favors a boxer, no matter how inappropriate actions he makes, such as fouls, he will turn a blind eye.

But his opponent, even if he just punches normally, without any mistakes or tendencies, will be called to stop immediately.

Now, their protective umbrella is losing its effect, not to mention that the law enforcement departments responsible for execution locally have turned to the Lanse family.

So Bob felt tied up.

The more he did, the more mistakes he made, the deeper he fell into the quagmire, and the more fierce the attacks from the Lanse family became!

He didn't understand this truth before. He always felt that the reason they could become the well-deserved emperor here was because of themselves.

But now he understands.

"There is a traitor in the family."

"And I have been thinking about this problem for the past few days. The current situation is not friendly to us. We need to have a plan that can be taken out to change."

He looked at the people in the room. There were not many people, but they were his confidants and trusted subordinates. "The reason we are passive now is that we are losing control of this city."

"The core problem is what we have always ignored. We have always felt that the police station and the police chief are just small characters."

"I have never looked at Hel, that son of a bitch, directly in the past, but now, he is the one who jumps out and bites people the most painfully."

His face was terribly gloomy. Perhaps only he and they could feel this pain, as well as the pain that touched deeper.

A dog raised by one's own family, but biting oneself fiercely, this kind of hatred and anger is hard to describe in words.

Of course, it may also have something to do with the fact that Bob, including Fran and these people, never regarded the bearded chief as a human being.

At that time, they were powerful. For this city, it was like this. They knew senators, knew big figures at higher levels, and only needed one phone call, and the bearded chief would lose his job, and then tuck his tail and roll back to the countryside.

But now it's different. Their big figures can't change the police chief at any time. This dog thing that they wouldn't have taken to heart in the past has begun to bite back crazily.

And it's hard to solve.

The police are the most basic law enforcement agency in the Federation, and also the largest law enforcement agency at present. Even the Perez family cannot openly confront the police.

They cannot attack the police or fight with the police. If they really did this, the militia would soon enter the city and solve them all.

The rules of the game are like this. When they cannot change the rules, they can only follow the rules.

It is precisely these rules and the current situation that have completely locked all their methods and outlets.

Bob's eyes showed a fierce look. His gaze wandered on the faces of these people. "I need someone who can help us solve Hel, kill him."

"This matter is very dangerous, because this son of a bitch is hiding in the police station and won't come out, so someone among you needs to go to the police station to kill him."

"I'll be more blunt. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, this person is dead."

"If he succeeds, he will be sent to the electric chair. Undoubtedly, this is the greatest provocation to the law enforcement system. The judiciary will not give this person any way to live."

"If he fails, with that son of a bitch's personality, I believe that the person who does it, even if he can live into the prison, won't be able to live out."

"I'm not asking you to do it yourself. See if you can find some dead men. Money is not a problem. As long as they can do it, no matter what the conditions are, as long as they are not excessive, I can agree to them."

"The action against the Lanse family is temporarily slowed down. If we don't solve Hel, this son of a bitch, we will always be in a passive state."

After he finished speaking, he sighed heavily. Perhaps including Fran, they never thought that dealing with a gang from a remote place would be so passive and so difficult.

As for whether this will bring some uncontrollable risks, he can't care about it anymore.

Then he looked at one of the people in the group. "Others go back first."

"Think about whether you have this kind of person in your hands, and ask them if they are willing to dedicate themselves to the family."

"Lyman, you stay, I have some things to ask you."

Lyman is Bob's cousin. They had a good relationship since childhood. At that time, Bob's father was also a core member of the family, but Lyman's father was not, which led to Lyman's childhood, including his adolescence, not being very good.

His father was always busy with various things and tasks assigned by the family. That period could be called the crazy expansion period of the Perez family, wild and unreasonable.

While having huge returns, one also has to face huge risks.

At that time, Bob seemed more mature than his peers. He had money in his hands and knew how to spend money to gain more support and friendship. Lyman was one of the people who followed him at that time.

Over the years, of the more than twenty people back then, only a few remained.

Some died because of carelessness in family work, and some ended their work in the family and returned to the life of ordinary people because of various reasons.

It can be said that Lyman is a person Bob trusts very much, even more than his trust in his own son.

After the people in the room left, Lyman closed the door and walked back to the table and sat down. "Bob?"

Bob came back to his senses. He lit a cigarette. "Have the things I asked you to do last time been done?"

He gave Lyman a list and asked him to kidnap the people on the list. Originally, this kind of thing would not take up too much of their energy.

If it were in the past, they only needed to make a phone call to the bearded chief and then send the list over, and that side would give them all the information.

But now the bearded chief has broken up with them, and things have become a bit tricky. Although they still have some people in the police station who can be used, these scattered people who are not systematic want to get the residential information of everyone on the list in a short time, which is not a simple thing.

You know, the Federation does not have a registered household registration policy, and social security card numbers are not managed by the police station. And even if they could manage them, wanting to find the current residential information of certain people in the vast number of files is not a simple thing.

Many people's registration information is not the same as their current situation, just like in Xigu City, Likarai State, many people's registration information is still in Xigu City.

But they are working in Jinkang City today. If you only use this information to look for them in Xigu City, even if you look for a hundred years, you may not know where they have gone.

Only by mobilizing the power of the entire law enforcement agency can they be found quickly.

But now this power cannot be used, so they can only do it themselves.

Lyman nodded. "Found a part of it, and some people's whereabouts are unclear."

He said with some hesitation, and asked softly a few seconds later, "What happened to these people?"

Bob frowned. "Control these people tomorrow, find a place to lock them up first, and then listen to my arrangements."

"As for these people...", Bob was also thinking. After considering for a while, he decided to tell him the truth. After all, he was a person he could trust. "Fran's physical condition is very bad. The doctor said he needs to cut off someone else's lungs and then install them into his body. That's roughly what it means."

"So these people are the carriers selected by them who are suitable for providing organs to Fran. Don't talk about this everywhere."

Upon hearing this answer that was completely different from what he imagined, Lyman's eyes widened. "Wang Defa?"

"Can their... organs be used for Fran?"

"Does this mean that people can live forever soon?"

This news was indeed a bit subversive to the worldview of ordinary people in this era. "If he installs his own brain into someone else's body, does it mean he can be young and healthy forever?"

"Fuck, God is going to cry!"

Bob didn't know the situation inside. After all, he was just a gang cadre. If he could figure this out, he would have been working in some laboratory.

"Don't think too much. If this is really possible, it will only be a good thing for us, not a bad thing. Do your own things first."

"Don't be surprised like a farmer in the countryside. The times are always developing."

Lyman pursed his lips. This news was still full of lethality and room for fantasy to him.

"The family's situation is very bad now. We need Fran."

After the conversation ended, the two left separately. Although the Perez family did not make it public, the streets of the old city still spread the news the next day—

Their warehouse and factory were wiped out by the Lanse family, and the loss was heavy!

For a time, the reputation of the Perez family in the old city continued to decline. Not long ago, many people still felt that the Lanse family was an arrogant person who tried to challenge an impossible opponent.

But now, they feel that the Perez family might really be a bit dangerous.

In the morning, Bob came to the hospital again. Fran was still in a half-dead state. He lay on the hospital bed with an oxygen tube, and the TV had been muted by him.

"I heard some rumors outside, although I am lying here, my ears are good."

Fran looked at Bob. "Honestly, I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed. You are usually very smart."

Bob felt a bit hot on his face. He didn't know if this was Fran's sarcasm toward him or his sincere words. "Someone betrayed the family."

Fran shook his head slightly. "Then find him and kill him."

"Don't tell me, you came over today just to say these few words to me."

His eyes were filled with expectation. Only by lying here did he understand how important a healthy body is!

He wanted the feeling of being able to breathe fresh air in big gulps too much, rather than now.

As long as the oxygen tube is removed, he will soon feel that he can't breathe, and there is a feeling of being suffocated.

In order to return to the state of the past, he is willing to pay any price! Bob didn't spoil his fun. "During this period, we have faced many challenges. The mayor can't give us any help, and Hel has also betrayed us. We are very difficult."

"We have no way to mobilize official power to find those people, but I still found a few, hoping they can be useful to you."

Originally, Fran was a bit angry, but upon hearing the latter sentence, his anger disappeared.

There were even some smiles on his face. "Remember not to say it like that next time, it's easy to get beaten."

After saying that, he smiled. "You contact my doctor later, and he will tell you what to do."

Bob nodded. "I will." He said and paused. "I plan to kill Hel, in the police station."

"The damage he caused to us is too huge. It's not that we are not the opponent of the Lanse family, but that he is always helping the Lanse family deal with us."

"If we don't kill him, we will always be in a passive state."

Fran squinted at him. "So you killed his family first."

Although he was lying on the hospital bed, as the head of the family, it was impossible for him not to know any news. There would always be people passing news to him, letting him know what happened.

This sentence was a bit blaming. If Bob hadn't been too anxious, the bearded chief might not have completely turned to Lanse.

Use a little technique, a little means, and let the bearded man keep neutral.

After solving the Lanse family, it would be fine to deal with these fence-sitters. At that time, you can handle them however you want.

In fact, Bob himself regretted it. After he finished this, he was still too anxious, too anxious to show his ability in front of the family.

Fran knew everything, but he wouldn't show his emotions. This is the biggest difference between him and Bob.

He can wait until he recovers, and then slowly clean up these people, instead of wanting to show it immediately, while being clear-cut, without giving himself any retreat.

Bob didn't respond to Fran's words, but continued to talk about his plan. "After Hel is killed, we have to push someone on our side to power."

Fran didn't continue to target him either. He nodded. "I will talk to the mayor."

"He has been pretending to be blind, deaf, and dumb for so long, it's time to do something."

Bob clenched his fists. "Then I'll go do things first."

Fran blinked, and then the muted TV made a sound again.

After coming out of the ward, Bob went to find the doctor. The doctor knew the means of these people very well, so he emphasized. "You have to ensure that these people are voluntary, so we can send them to the operating room."

Bob is a bit irritable now. He endured the emotions constantly rolling in his heart and asked. "How can I prove that they are voluntary?"

The doctor took a document from the drawer and handed it over. "Let them sign and press their fingerprints on this."

Bob took a look at the document in his hand—

Voluntary Organ Donation Commitment ===== CHAPTER 1116 =====

Bob took a glance at the document in his hand—

Voluntary Organ Donation Pledge.