Chapter 1152: Pledge of Allegiance

Pledge of Allegiance

The FBI actually did investigate the legend of Angel Lake. They secretly came over to investigate, and it was presided over by Derick.

The result of the investigation was naturally very pessimistic. In some areas, a massive amount of oil drums were piled up underwater.

Many oil drums had rusted, revealing the concrete inside.

They had also managed to get one out. In fact, those concrete could not completely wrap a corpse; there would still be corpses close to the edge of the oil drum.

Once the oil drum rusted through, this part of the corpse would come into contact with the lake water, and eventually be decomposed by the microorganisms in the lake water, leaving only a skeleton curled up in the concrete.

Getting a skeleton from who knows how many years ago, besides identifying how this corpse died from the perspective of forensic medicine, they had no clues.

They didn't know who this corpse was, couldn't find any characteristics, and couldn't accurately judge the years of death.

Someone had been curious about why it was difficult to find the source of the corpse when an unidentified corpse was found in the federation.

If someone went missing in a city, then it was very likely these missing people, wasn't it?

But these people ignored a problem, that is, the number of missing people in the federation every year is a massive number.

In the past year, more than two hundred people went missing in New Jincheng, not including some refugees and illegal immigrants who didn't register.

Even under the control of the Lans family, people would still go missing.

Most of these people were lured by high-paying information, left here, and then targeted by human trafficking organizations and even organ organizations.

With the recent application and promotion of organ transplant surgery in major medical groups, the entire federal market was facing a huge organ gap.

People are a mine, a resource, with potential to be mined.

A person is not worth much on the black market, a few hundred dollars, but an organ can be sold for a high price of thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars—

For the wealthy, their first choice is not "organs that can be installed," but "organs that can be installed and have the least rejection reaction." This requires multiple matches, and then picking the most suitable one from them.

In terms of zero-to-whole ratio, undoubtedly, humans are one of the most valuable "commodities."

Every year, there are so many missing cases in every place. Like the New Jincheng of the past, because major gangs were more or less engaged in the population business, more people went missing.

To find the identity of this skeleton from hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of missing people every year, the police force and energy spent are absolutely not a little bit.

Eventually, Luo Lan's side called a halt to the plan to dig up the secret of Angel Lake. Digging it out is also a waste of time, and the huge and astonishing number of oil drums below, putting them there is not a problem, digging them out will become a problem.

As a senior agent in charge of the FBI headquarters, this supervisor agent was obviously also aware of this legend and inside story.

The corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably. "Your invitation method is very special!" He paused as he spoke. "But how can you make yourself believe that I really defected to you?"

In a very short time, he had thought about many things.

The instinct of living things is survival. All other desires and demands are a kind of desire extended after satisfying the instinct of survival.

Just like when people can't get enough to eat, the only thing they want is to fill their stomachs.

Only after filling their stomachs will they consider that they should have a partner, should have a warm house, and should be able to indulge in pleasure.

But before this, filling the stomach is the first demand.

And survival obviously exceeds filling the stomach.

He didn't want to die. He had a good job, a high-income crowd, and a brilliant future. If all this came to a stop at this moment, he was obviously unwilling.

His parents provided him with education, schooling, the efforts of so many years, the struggle after entering society, all this shouldn't stop at this moment.

He didn't go through too intense psychological struggle before making a decision.

Sometimes these middle and high-level people, who have mastered certain power and possess some influence, change their thinking faster than those at the bottom.

Because they really possess those beautiful things, while those at the bottom don't possess these. They have nothing left to lose. Maybe ideals are all they possess.

Losing ideals is like losing life, but those people at the high level, they have money, wives, children, families, mansions, luxury cars, everything...

Lans smiled and said, "This is very simple. Come with me."

He stood up and walked two steps, then looked back. "By the way, I forgot to ask, what is your name?"

"Actually, I might have heard your name, but I didn't match it with your face. We should get to know each other."

The senior agent in charge pursed his lips. "Aike, Aike Keshi."

A very ordinary, even a bit niche name. "You are not an old federal person?"

As they walked, Lans asked.

Supervisor Aike shook his head. "My great-great-grandfather was a native, and I have one-thirty-second native blood."

Lans felt a bit surprised. "I thought you guys would prefer to open casinos, rather than do these dangerous jobs."

Aike couldn't help but show a wry smile. Natives are now "protected" very well. They are not allowed to engage in any capital operations. The federal government even requires them to rely on hunting for a living, because only then does it conform to their position.

Someone once protested, saying that providing natives with a comfortable living environment is not conducive to retaining and maintaining some of the natives' living habits, so the protected area looks like a huge wild animal park.

But fortunately, there have been some changes in these years. They allow natives to work, for example, as prostitutes, or the lowest laborers.

Besides that, in the protected area, chieftains and other influential natives can also operate casinos. They have licenses.

"Everyone only sees those rich people, but ignores that more people don't have money."

"And from my grandfather's side, they haven't been in contact with those people anymore."

One-thirty-second bloodline can already be called a federal person, not a native.

Lans chatted with him, and while chatting, they came to the room next door, where an FBI agent was locked up.

He also looked haggard. When he saw Aike and Lans walking in together, he was a bit suspicious.

The originally good plan was suddenly seen through, and they were caught off guard, which had to make this young agent spend a night thinking about where things went wrong.

He looked at Supervisor Aike with suspicion and scrutiny in his eyes. Lans didn't care about his emotions and expressions at this time, took out his pistol, and handed it to Supervisor Aike. "Kill him."

"There is a camera here, which will record everything that happens. Kill him, and I can trust you."

Supervisor Aike nodded. There were indeed bullets inside. He looked at the people holding weapons standing behind him again. He knew very well that as long as his movements were not so correct, bullets would shoot through his brain from behind.

His gaze stayed on Lans for a moment, knowing the other party wasn't joking, and then he looked at the agent who was already terrified. A look of apology appeared on his face. "Sorry."

"I... just want to live."

He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger in the unbelievable gaze of the young agent.

The bullet shot through his brain. Because it was a small-caliber pistol, the sound wasn't loud, just pfft.

The young agent's brain tilted backward, and three bullet holes appeared on it.

Perhaps afraid that this guy wasn't dead, Supervisor Aike also took the initiative to walk over and shoot the corpse again.

Lans watched him finish all this quietly on the side, took back his weapon, and installed a new magazine for him. "Done very well. Now go to the next room."

Supervisor Aike's expression showed some subtle changes. "You... need me to do a few?"

"A few?" Lans laughed loudly. "Not a few, it's all."

This sentence made Supervisor Aike fall into silence. He knew he definitely had to show his sincerity to survive, but he didn't think this "sincerity" would be so "heavy."

He didn't resist, didn't oppose, because he knew this was meaningless.

In every room, there was a living life.

Some people were like the guy in the first room who didn't even have a name, full of vigilance toward Supervisor Aike's appearance.

But there were also people who were happy. They thought Supervisor Aike was here to rescue them, or to take them away from this ghost place.

However, no matter how they viewed Supervisor Aike's appearance here, their endings were all the same.

A total of twelve agents all died at the hands of Supervisor Aike.

By the time he killed the fourth or fifth, his hands had already begun to tremble. He felt dry mouth and tongue, and his heartbeat accelerated.

Killing, and killing his own people, made him bear huge psychological pressure. He was a bit broken.

The eyes of those young guys he brought out looking at him made his soul tremble even if he closed his eyes, those pairs of eyes full of confusion and hatred.

But after killing seven or eight, his hands didn't shake anymore, and his expression gradually became indifferent, as if he was entering a kind of habit.

When the last agent begged him not to shoot, and he shot the other party's brain very accurately, everything seemed to calm down at this moment.

His heartbeat didn't accelerate, and there was no dry mouth and tongue. He calmly pointed the muzzle of his pistol at himself and handed it to Lans. "Are there any more?"

Lans caught the pistol with a handkerchief and threw it into an evidence bag. This pistol would be sealed as evidence of the supervisor slaughtering agents.

For what Lans was doing now, Supervisor Aike didn't care anymore.

Lans smiled and put his arm around his shoulder. "You have gained my trust. Actually, there are a few more agents, but now they are in the hospital."

"You know, I have a company that specializes in movies, and I also have some insights into story writing myself."

"What you need to do is not only make me believe you are real, but also make Luo Lan believe you have no problems."

"I will arrange for someone to send you to the hospital later. By then, you can make a phone call to Luo Lan. Don't worry, they are all my people. I guarantee there are no problems with your diagnosis records and medical records."

"Explain the situation here to him, and then tell me his orders."

The two had already walked out of the dungeon. Lans handed him an envelope. "Open it and see."

Supervisor Aike opened the envelope. Inside was a deposit certificate. He looked at Lans a bit confused, as if asking "What is inside."

"This is an investment account. Every three months, one hundred thousand dollars will be remitted into this account."

"And this is an anonymous investment account. You can use it for anyone, and the money inside is also very clean, standing up to investigation."

"You are a professional. You know how to make this money enter your life more smoothly, so I won't interfere much."

"Later you will find that cooperating with me is the most correct choice you have made in your life!"

After he finished speaking, he shook hands with Supervisor Aike. Two cars had already stopped in front of them. "Later you can contact me through these phone numbers. Of course, I will also take the initiative to contact you when necessary. By the way, one more thing."

"Among you, you are not the only one!"

He patted Supervisor Aike on the shoulder, signaling people to send him to the hospital.

Supervisor Aike was pushed and pulled onto the car. His brain was still buzzing because the vibration caused by Lans's last sentence to him was even more shocking than him killing so many agents with his own hands!

He is not the only one, does that mean there are other supervisors who have defected to Lans, secretly defected, the kind that no one knows?

Perhaps the plan for their action this time was leaked by an insider, so he encountered all this!

Thinking of this, a feeling of resentment surged in his heart!

But it immediately turned into helplessness, because he knew he had no way to deal with this, and even the idea of him taking the initiative to tell Luo Lan about this didn't exist.

If he was only forced to kill one or two people, Luo Lan still had a way to save him.

But he killed too many people. Even if he was forced, he would still be sentenced when he went to court.

Even if the sentence wasn't long, as long as he entered prison, his life would be over.

His life had just gotten better, and he could see the light. He couldn't be over so early!

He glanced at a card full of phone numbers in his hand, and that deposit certificate, and put them properly into his pocket.

Since he couldn't resist, he might as well enjoy it.

Soon he was sent to the hospital, and they arranged a separate hospital bed for him. Afterward, he made a phone call to Luo Lan.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

"Why didn't you contact me?" Luo Lan's voice was very anxious. "What exactly happened?"

Before making the phone call, Supervisor Aike punched his throat and then smoked a cigar through his lungs.

The huge amount of tar and nicotine made his throat red, swollen, and hoarse, and the sound of his speaking was like he had been seriously injured and was about to die.

"We were attacked. I don't know if anyone leaked our news. Just when we were ready to act, Lans family's gunmen shot at us with rifles from a place we couldn't see."

"They forced us back into the room and then threw grenades at us. At that time, I was blown unconscious."

"When I woke up, I was already lying in the hospital. They didn't let me make a phone call. I just took advantage of the nurse being away and ran to the office to make the call..."

Hearing these, Director Luo Lan's tone became more anxious. "How could the news be leaked? Is it because you guys weren't careful enough?"

Supervisor Aike didn't speak. Director Luo Lan also knew that his sentence was not quite right. The candidates were all chosen by him, and everyone knew the importance of this matter, so it was unlikely to have problems.

He was silent for a while. "Maybe there was a problem on Derick's side. Fuck, I knew this bastard couldn't be trusted!"

He paused. "How are your casualties?"

Supervisor Aike was silent for another while. "Only a few people survived, and the injuries are very heavy."

"We are still... in the hospital now. Lans's people don't seem to have any signs of attacking us again."

Director Luo Lan took a deep breath. "Fuck, I know. I will arrange for people to pick you up."

After speaking, he hung up the phone fiercely.

Supervisor Aike looked at the receiver in his hand. Since Director Luo Lan and Lans's direct conflict intensified and kept eating losses, this tall and bright image was slowly collapsing in his heart.

Today, Director Luo Lan, who was full of dirty words, didn't care about their injuries at the first time, but cared about whether the plan succeeded, which was very bad.

Supervisor Aike stood there for a while, then returned to the ward and lay on the bed.

Next, he needed to do some "fake acting." After a surgeon injected him with anesthesia, he pulled open his skin with blunt instruments and then re-stitched it to better fit the situation of being injured.

On the other side, Director Luo Lan called Derick at the first time and scolded him severely.

Derick didn't seem to know what happened, and both of them were very impolite on the phone.

Originally Derick was made very uncomfortable by Lans, and now Luo Lan took the initiative to send it to his door. He absolutely wouldn't be used to the other party.

After the two blamed each other, they hung up the phone separately.

After Director Luo Lan put down the phone, he sat behind his office desk with his head down, constantly stroking his hair. He knew his mentality had a problem.

But it couldn't be solved.

Just like every gambler, after losing some money continuously, their reason tells them that they should stop and don't continue.

But their hands, however, involuntarily throw the chips onto the gambling table again.

Knowing and doing are never the same thing!

In the face of the problem of Lans, Director Luo Lan loses control every time. He feels that Lans is his nemesis now.

But unfortunately, he needs to show his ability to those big shots who can help him become a big shot. If he can't even handle Lans, or skip over him, what will Mr. Bo Te and those people think?

A dog that picks people to bite?

He hammered the table fiercely.

"Fuck!"

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