Chapter 1127: The Seriousness of the Situation

Many people feel that federal government officials are not easy to deal with, but in reality, this is just because they haven't found the right approach.

As long as you give them what they want, you will find that federal politicians are actually a very easy group of people to talk to.

Even if your request is slightly out of bounds or perhaps a bit illegal, they won't mind.

After all, legal rules are made by them for ordinary people, not for themselves.

When Lans left the Department of Defense, he looked back at this building that didn't look very conspicuous, thinking about some interesting things in his heart.

At this moment, Fran had also woken up from the anesthesia of the surgery; he lay on the bed, unable to move, and could only stare at the ceiling.

He felt that his body was very painful, but there was also a very good feeling, a feeling that his breathing was no longer restricted.

Breathing before was like having a balloon in his lung lobes, and all the inhaled air was stuffed into that balloon.

The balloon had strong elasticity, and he couldn't breathe in too much oxygen before the air was squeezed out.

But now, that balloon was gone, and the air and oxygen could more fully contact every cell in his lung lobes, and a large amount of oxygen was sent into the blood circulation system, making his whole person feel much more comfortable.

"How do you feel?" the doctor asked while observing his vital signs and wounds.

Fran's voice was not loud, possibly because his body had not yet fully mastered his new organs, and with the mask on, the sound was almost inaudible, "Feels pretty good."

The doctor nodded, "In the next period of time, your condition will get better and better. The surgery was very successful. We discussed it during the operation and directly replaced both of your lungs."

"Now you have a completely healthy pair of lungs, I hope you can take good care of them."

"If there are no problems within two weeks, you can go back."

At this moment, Fran was full of joy. A healthy body—he thought of many things. He planned to talk to the hospital again after he recovered to see if he could replace his other organs as well.

This surgery was not as terrifying as he had imagined; he just lay on the bed and then fell unconscious, and when he woke up, everything had become better.

The special feeling brought by the lung transplant made him a bit obsessed. If he replaced other organs, the liver, kidneys, and others, would it make his physical condition even better?

The doctor gave some more nursing instructions and then left. They still had to go back to organize the data and send it to the group's headquarters.

This was a routine lung transplant surgery, which was considered a relatively cutting-edge technology in the whole world. The entire process of the surgery was recorded by them with cameras, just for research purposes.

Not long after, the door of the ward opened again. Fran tilted his head and took a look; Bob was coming in from outside.

He looked very haggard. Fran was a bit confused, but he didn't really want to talk right now.

Speaking just now made him feel uncomfortable, and he had to maintain a state of rest.

"Ran into some trouble." Bob sat by the bed and looked at Fran, "We arranged a plan, that plan to assassinate Lans. When we took action, there was a Major General from the Department of Defense in the car."

Fran's eyes slowly widened, and his pupils also underwent corresponding changes, constantly contracting. After a few seconds, his eyeballs rolled twice, staring at Bob.

"Pen, paper."

Bob gave him the pen and paper, and he immediately wrote on it, "Make this call, right here."

Bob asked the nurse to leave the room first, and in front of Fran, he dialed the number.

"Hello, I am Bob..."

The phone was on speaker, and before he could finish his sentence, the person on the other end hung up the phone directly.

Fran slowly closed his eyes, and he wrote down another phone number. Bob continued to dial.

After dialing several phone numbers in a row, only the last one dialed was answered.

"Why isn't it Fran?"

Bob glanced at Fran lying on the hospital bed. Fran wrote some content on the paper, and he read it out, "He just finished surgery and is not suitable for long conversations, so I am conveying it on his behalf."

The person on the other end of the receiver was silent for a while. Perhaps they had never encountered such a thing before. This call should have been very secret, but now there was an extra person, which made them a bit hesitant.

Fran quickly wrote a string of scribbled words on the writing board. Fortunately, Bob could still understand, "What is the specific situation now? Do we have any remedial measures?"

The guy on the other end of the receiver was obviously deeply involved in the "cooperation" with the Perez family. He was the only one who answered the phone when others wouldn't.

At this moment, he also realized that the Perez family's trouble might eventually evolve into his own trouble.

He lowered his voice a bit, "There is no good way. This matter... I don't know if it was designed by you."

"After your people attacked Lans, the police appeared almost immediately after the shootout ended. Now Lans is biting the New Jincheng Police Department non-stop, and the Department of Defense is also very dissatisfied with your actions."

"I also heard a piece of news: Mr. Potter has also heard about your affairs, and he is very unhappy."

Mr. Potter is the hot favorite for this election, and if there are no accidents, there basically won't be any other changes.

Capital and politics—once the power of these two is combined and locked onto this person, there basically won't be any accidents.

Because there are too many people betting, in order to ensure that their principal won't have problems, anyone who threatens them will be attacked by them.

So in a sense, Mr. Potter's success rate in being elected president is over ninety-nine percent.

When he shows dissatisfaction with the Perez family, that is the biggest trouble they have encountered.

The gentleman on the other end of the phone continued, "Senator Cleveland has also voiced his opinion, expressing great dissatisfaction with your practice of openly attacking high-level federal officials in public."

"Now the Liberal Party, the Socialist Party, and the Department of Defense have reached a consensus on this issue."

Fran quickly scribbled on the writing board, "We were only targeting Lans's operation, we didn't target anyone else!"

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone rose a few degrees, "Who the hell cares who you were targeting?"

"There was a Major General from the Department of Defense in that car. It's enough that they know this point."

"You can figure out Lans's itinerary and route arrangements; how could you not know who else was in the car besides Lans?"

"Do you think anyone believes you when you say that?"

The tone was a bit intense; it was clear that this gentleman's emotions were also fluctuating at this moment.

After all, he hadn't done anything. That day, he was just sitting on his sofa watching those dubbed TV dramas from Likai State, and suddenly a call came in, and he couldn't be happy anymore.

This matter is highly suspected—no, it should be said that it is locked onto the Perez family. There are survivors among those who attacked Lans at the scene. Under high pressure, they didn't have the firm belief to defend the family to the death and directly said everything that should and shouldn't be said.

So from the beginning, the Perez family was not a "suspect," but a "criminal," and it was locked tight.

Then naturally, anyone connected to the Perez family would be suspected by some people, wondering if they had sold out someone's information.

Once this kind of suspicion arises, it is difficult to eliminate, just like an incompetent husband suspecting his strong-willed wife who comes back red-faced every day, and the first thing she does is take a bath.

Even if she changes later and doesn't do that anymore, the husband still suspects whether something happened during this period, or that her hiding methods have become more secretive.

Being inexplicably labeled with something unfavorable to oneself by some people, who could be happy?

The receiver fell into silence. Fran held the pen for a long time without writing anything.

After about ten seconds, a voice came from the other side of the receiver, and the tone returned to normal, "If I were you, Fran, for the sake of us once being friends, the advice I can give you is to take your family and that money and find a way to leave the Federation immediately."

"Go to Slader or Dantela. Now we don't need visas on both sides, and you can take a boat directly."

"It will be very chaotic there, but in the future period of time, you can get a chance to start over there!"

These words made Fran suddenly become agitated, and he took the receiver directly, "You want me to give up everything here?"

Listening to Fran's weak voice coming through the oxygen mask, the gentleman on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, "You are very weak?"

"Fuck, now is not the time to discuss these things. You want me to give up everything here and sneak away like a defeated wild dog?"

After the phone waited for a few seconds, a questioning voice came out, "Besides this choice, do you have any other choices?"

"You did several wrong things, Fran."

"You shouldn't have had a shootout in New Jincheng."

"You shouldn't have opened fire when there was a Department of Defense official in Lans's car."

"You are too disrespectful to Mr. Potter's campaign manifesto."

"Besides this path, I can't think of any other path to take."

In fact, having a shootout in New Jincheng is not a problem. There have been shootouts in this city before, but the situation is a bit different now because of Mr. Potter's election issue.

While he emphasizes de-gangsterization, the gangs are still attacking federal officials on the streets of such an important city, which is equivalent to adding a bit of difficulty to his campaign.

Although this difficulty is almost imperceptible, to Mr. Potter himself, this is equivalent to disrespecting him.

If he weren't a hot favorite to win but just a runner-up, no one would care about his mood.

But he is a hot favorite, and he feels he has no face, so those who support him will be very unhappy.

Mr. Potter doesn't need to say anything; they will take the initiative to do something.

Fran lay back on the bed. He felt some pain; he hadn't fully recovered after the surgery, and even speaking was strenuous.

He had to continue scribbling on the writing board, "What if I am willing to pay some price?"

There was no answer, and no answer was the best answer. Fran was suddenly a bit desperate. He just had a surgery, so why did the situation become so bad?

Bob looked at the writing board in his hand and saw that there was more content, and read it out, "If I take everyone and leave now, will this matter end here?"

The gentleman talking to them emphasized a sentence after hearing it, "It is you taking your family away, Fran."

"You caused trouble. I don't know if it was your decision, but you can't leave without paying any price."

Bob continued to convey Fran's current emotions, "I have already stepped back..."

"That's not enough!"

Everything became silent again. Fran lay there, staring at the ceiling. He wanted to destroy something, but his body had no strength to support him in doing so.

Including writing, he felt exhausted.

"Fran, listen, your time is running out, and there are not many chances for you to make a choice. After this call, I won't contact you again, and I hope that if... you know, it's best not to talk nonsense."

"And this person next to you, tell him to keep his mouth shut."

"This is my advice to you."

Saying this, the guy didn't even say "goodbye" and hung up the phone.

Fran turned his head and looked at Bob. Bob also felt that he was wronged, "You agreed to this plan too."

If it weren't for Fran's agreement, Bob wouldn't have used such a method. It was clear that Fran also wanted revenge, revenge for the gunshot, but the result was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Pack up your things, take some money, and prepare to leave." Fran used all his strength to write this sentence on the writing board.

He knew very well what it meant for his friend to give him such advice, and he also understood very well that when the federal government really intended to eliminate the Perez family, they had no power to resist at all!

After all, the federal government is the main body of the Federation, not them, or anyone else.

When terrifying power gathers together, no matter who they are, they cannot resist it.

Bob was a bit unwilling, "If we leave, we might never come back."

Fran shook his head slightly, not even in the mood to continue writing.

After a while, he said softly, "Those who are willing to go, go with us; those who are not willing to go, let them stay and continue to maintain the status quo."

With a decision made, the next step was to execute it. When Bob walked out of the ward, his mind was always chaotic. He didn't know how to deal with this terrible situation.

He stood at the entrance of the hospital. Although the sun was very bright at this time, he couldn't feel a bit of warmth.

At the same time, another idea arose in his heart. He felt that staying behind might also be an opportunity for him.

If they went to Slader or Dantela together and started everything over, he would still just be an important member of the family.

But during this period when Fran was away, he had already tasted the sweetness of power. If he stayed behind, would it mean that he would become the head of the "headquarters"?

Perhaps... he could walk out a new path, who knows?

He kept thinking about this problem on the way back. Those politicians, in order to clear themselves of trouble, always exaggerate the facts.

Perhaps the situation might not be that bad?

And the Perez family has existed for so long; wanting to eliminate it all at once is definitely impossible. If they can pay some price and retain some strength, it's not impossible to rise again.

He thought a lot in his mind, as well as the matter of going to Slader to develop, because it is impossible to take everyone away. This is destined to be a very difficult process.

He knew very well how difficult it is for a group of outsiders to rise locally in Slader. That is an away game; the local gangs, local politicians, local umbrellas—these are all obstacles they have to overcome.

And they also have to face things like lack of manpower. Not everyone can be like Lans, starting from a few people and rapidly growing to a point where one cannot be ignored.

At this moment, Bob acknowledged Lans's greatness, and he also acknowledged that he couldn't do these things at all.

Just like this, amidst countless thoughts, he returned to the manor, and then immediately summoned the core members of the family, including Fran's son.

Looking at these brothers and sisters gathered together, they hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, and some even had smiles on their faces. A sense of irritability and violence inexplicably grew in Bob's heart.

But soon he suppressed these emotions.

"I went to the hospital just now. Fran's surgery was very successful, and he has already woken up."

The people in the room had different expressions. During this period, some people defected to Bob, and some still insisted that Fran was the Boss of the family. So when the news of Fran's awakening came back, some were happy, and some were unhappy.

After observing these people for a while, he continued, "At the same time, some terrible things have happened. Our attack on Lans has produced some irresistible forces. Now there are two choices."

"One, go to Slader or Dantela with Fran and start from scratch. We can only take a small number of people and a portion of the money."

"Two, stay behind and try to resist. Maybe we will die, but there is also a possibility of keeping a breath."

"I know this is a difficult choice, but it is also a choice we must make. Now you can seriously consider it."

"Just in these few days, a decision must be made."

The people who were still smiling or serious were all stunned one by one.

"Wang Defa?"

"What exactly happened? Why do we have to leave?"

Someone shouted loudly, and the others had roughly the same doubts.

Bob told them what had happened, and everyone fell into silence.

"Just because there was a Department of Defense official in the car?", a core family member raised such a question.

Many people had the same feeling as him. Just because of a Department of Defense official?

Is it necessary?

In fact, it is not just the problem of the Department of Defense, but also the problem of Mr. Potter, and many complex problems that can cause a series of changes, but Bob is not very clear, and those who know didn't elaborate.

But Bob knew it definitely wasn't a single problem. He shook his head and didn't explain, "I don't know."

"I only know that in at most two days, you have to make a decision."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became dull.

(End of chapter)