Chapter 1213: Locked On

In the narrow room, four men sat with not-so-good expressions, and the newspaper delivered this morning was placed between them.

Lansi encountered an attack and was injured, but the injuries were not serious; it could be said to be a graze.

Although the others didn't say it, the gray-haired man could feel that they were somewhat blaming him.

After being shot and having the bullet removed, he didn't feel much, but starting from the second half of last night, the pain from the gunshot wound tortured him so much that he couldn't sleep.

Fortunately, the brother whose house they found had some painkillers. Although they couldn't completely stop the pain, at least they could make him feel a little better.

Early in the morning, they were looking forward to the newspaper, looking forward to bad news from the hospital. Now it seemed that Lansi's bad news wouldn't be coming; all that was waiting for them was their own bad news.

"I...", the gray-haired man wanted to say something. He looked at his three comrades-in-arms and explained, "At that time, the bodyguard in front of Lansi almost blocked my entire attack route, and he was very sensitive; he kept staring at me, he locked onto me."

The team's brain frowned and asked, "You were exposed?"

The gray-haired man shook his head. "I said, he is a soldier; he might have sensed the aura on me. After all, we are not professional assassins; some habits left by the army are hard to change."

"I had to shoot."

"If I didn't shoot this time, we might not have found the next opportunity. I had already tried as much as possible to hit him."

"And you also saw the result; I did hit him, but his bodyguard was too professional."

"He didn't even give me a chance to fire a second shot."

Thinking of the moment those people threw themselves onto Lansi, the gray-haired man had an urge to curse.

It was the first time he had seen a bodyguard so unafraid of death.

He had previously been responsible for some assassination missions in Sumuli. When some people gained huge improvements, in terms of power, they inevitably had to purge another group of people who were not on the same line as them.

In the assassination cases he had participated in, the bodyguards of those guys who were assassinated performed very unprofessionally.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the first thing their bodyguards did was actually to look for cover to counterattack, instead of protecting the target.

This allowed them to easily resolve those targets in assassination after assassination; those targets just stood naked in blank spaces and were then shot to death by their random gunfire.

But this time, Lansi's bodyguards didn't care about their own safety at all; they protected Lansi tightly, and he had no way at all.

The others stared at him, and after a while, the expressions of these people eased up quite a bit.

"Then what now?" the driver in the team couldn't help but ask.

This guy responsible for driving was also a gunman, and he also had fairly good shooting skills, but he was not the person mainly responsible for shooting; his most powerful point was his driving ability.

Some people are just like this; they seem to have a natural magical ability to manipulate cars, and they can turn cars into a part of their bodies.

In a sense, although this driver was a member of the entire team, he was not a core member.

He was just responsible for driving.

The gray-haired man glanced at the wound on his shoulder. Yesterday, in order to avoid wound infection, they let that doctor inject an excessive amount of antibiotics. Now it seemed this approach was very correct; the wound hadn't worsened.

Then what they faced next was retaliation and searches from the Lansi family.

Several people looked at each other, all very helpless.

They were currently living in the attic of an apartment in the Sumuli district. This attic hadn't been lived in for a very, very long time and had been left vacant here.

The friend they found was the manager of this apartment and had all the keys to this attic, secretly settling them in.

Every once in a while, their friend would send them some food and water. Their previous idea was to first endure this most tense period and then leave here.

When the situation outside was not so tense, but looking at the waves of Lansi family people constantly appearing on the street downstairs, as well as their cars, the gray-haired man and the team's brain both felt that things were a bit tricky now.

They didn't know if other regions were also searching so densely, so they could only think toward the worst.

Lansi might already know some information about their identities, so there were the most people here.

There was a window in the attic that could see the entire street. They were just watching those Lansi family people below.

They would make every pedestrian take off their hat, and then let them leave after observing them for a while.

The team's brain judged that the guy who might have made eye contact with the gray-haired man had already found someone to draw a portrait of the gray-haired man.

With a portrait, wanting to find someone would be simpler, which also made them become more passive; it was very hard for them to leave here.

And they didn't know if these people had mastered portraits of others.

After all, they had parked the car on the edge of the square before; maybe someone noticed them and also left portraits or something.

The question raised by the driver before hadn't been answered until now. What now?

No one knew what to do now.

Everyone kept silent, not speaking; no one had a very good way.

"Let's do this for now." After a while, the team's brain sighed. "First nurse the wounds well. According to our previous idea, when it's not so tense, we'll try to slip out at night when it's dark."

"I have an idea. We'll take the small road, let him drive the car along the main road and keep running. About forty or fifty kilometers after leaving the city from here, there is a motel; we saw it when we came."

"We'll meet there and then quickly leave Denuozhou."

The other three looked at each other and had no objections.

They themselves were not characters good at thinking, and this plan sounded like it had no problems at all.

"Then let's do that. Wait patiently for these few days." He paused. "I noticed that the attic at the other end of the corridor is also empty."

"We can't completely trust this person. In the future, when he sends things up, we'll be here."

"After he leaves, we'll go to that room."

The gray-haired man's eyes were a bit dangerous. "You mean, he might betray us?"

The team's brain shook his head and said, "I can't be sure, but we have to ensure our own safety; that is the most important thing."

The gray-haired man finally confirmed it. "Then let's do as you say next."

At this time, the apartment manager downstairs didn't know that he had also become someone who was not trusted, even though he had risked danger to do many things.

He didn't even expect that the speed at which things were exposed would be so fast!

At this time, Erwin personally led a team to the apartment the old doctor mentioned. This was not the place where the manager worked; this was the place where he lived.

He lived in this apartment but worked in other apartments; this was a very common thing.

The moment the motorcade stopped, the apartment manager nervously turned off the radio and stood up.

A large number of Lansi family members walked in from outside. Erwin walked at the very front. He walked to the outside of the manager's workstation and pressed one hand on the counter. "I'm looking for someone; his name is..."

He said a name, and the manager's image of this guy immediately appeared in his mind.

After he looked at those people around, he said softly, "He lives in room seven on the ninth floor."

"Does he live alone?" Erwin asked.

The manager shook his head. "He lives with his family."

Hearing this sentence, Erwin knew that it was highly likely those gunmen were not hiding here; after all, no one would arrange these gunmen with their own family, but he still had to go up and take a look. "Is the person I mentioned at home now?"

The manager shook his head. "I don't know. From the time I started work until now, I haven't seen him return or leave."

Erwin took out two two-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them on the counter. "The last question, do you know where he works?"

"Or rather, where does he often go?"

The manager was too familiar with this question; after all, they could be considered peers, just belonging to different companies.

"He works as a manager in an apartment on another street. You turn right from the front, and at the third intersection..." He introduced in detail how to go to that place. Erwin glanced at the person beside him, and the latter nodded, indicating he had already remembered it.

Then the group entered the elevator.

The elevators in this kind of old apartment were those old-fashioned industrial elevators that looked somewhat unsettling, with two doors.

Sometimes riding it, one might worry whether the elevator would fall or rise when the door opened, and it wasn't as if such things hadn't happened.

Now in the more prosperous parts of the city, they had all been replaced with automatic doors, but here, one still needed to use their hands to open the door.

However, this kind of elevator also had one advantage, which was that it was large enough and could carry enough heavy objects.

It could not only carry personnel but also load cargo.

More than ten people were stuffed into one elevator. Accompanied by the elevator door being pulled shut, the gears on the top began to rotate, and the steel cable that was already pulled tight emitted that uncomfortable wail under the traction of force.

The dull and dim space indeed made people feel insecure and fearful.

The swaying elevator rose slowly. About a minute or two passed, and accompanied by the appearance of a huge "Ninth Floor" label directly opposite the elevator door, this meant they had already arrived at the floor they were going to.

One could see through it at a glance; the two devices that looked like push-pull folding doors made people very worried.

The person standing at the very front opened the two doors, and the speed at which the people in the elevator went out increased quite a bit.

Erwin exhaled a breath of turbid air. He actually felt uncomfortable inside, too; this old elevator was simply torturing his nerves.

Only after walking out from inside could he feel that a sense of security had returned to his side.

He glanced at the house number around, quickly found that guy's house, and then he knocked on the door.

"Who is there?" A lady's voice came from the room, and then the door opened a crack. Erwin could see that there was still a small finger-thick iron chain between the door and the door frame; she hadn't opened the safety.

The old lady looked at the people outside with a very confused expression. "I don't know you."

A smile appeared on Erwin's face. "I have some questions I want to chat with your son about."

The old lady's gaze fell on those people who didn't look easy to mess with, and her expression became nervous. "My son doesn't know you either, and there's nothing to chat about with you."

She said she was going to close the door, but someone immediately propped up the door so it couldn't be closed. Another man's voice sounded in the room. "Who is there?"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, another elderly man also appeared in the crack of the door.

He looked outside through the crack of the door, and when he saw the unique emblem on those people's sleeves, his heart went cold by half.

He turned to his wife and said, "I'll handle them; you go do your things."

His wife was somewhat worried, but she still chose to obey.

When facing certain problems, men are the most reliable ones in a family.

This old man didn't talk to them across the room; he directly opened the safety and walked out of the room. "She is very timid; let's go talk to the side."

Erwin nodded and came to the side with him.

Men are always more interested in some news, especially some serious news. The old man also read the newspaper every day, and he learned some things about the Lansi family from the newspaper.

After all, last year, Roland's main opponent was Lansi, who used some of the Liberal Party's resources to expose some "secrets" about the Lansi family in the media.

And later, the "Federal Daily" also published a feature on the largest gang in the Federation, which also introduced the Lansi family and introduced their attire.

For example, how to distinguish them; his idea was to push them into a dangerous situation from the nature of their unified attire.

Regardless of whether his goal was achieved, at least in the matter of popularizing gang knowledge, he was successful.

The old man saw at a glance that these people were from the Lansi family. Combined with the newspaper in the morning, Lansi was assassinated, and now these people came to the door; he could already imagine what had happened.

He took out a pack of five-cent cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands and pulled one out.

Not knowing if the lighter empathized with his mood at this moment, it didn't have the mood to light the fire; he struck it several times and didn't light it.

Until Erwin took out his own lighter, lit it, and handed it over.

"Thanks!" The old man lit the cigarette and returned the lighter to Erwin. "You are a good person."

Erwin smiled. He put the lighter away. "You should know our purpose."

The old man nodded. "The newspaper has already reported it; I just didn't expect that one day the things happening in the news would appear by my side."

He paused. "He is a good child, different from those young people who participate in gangs on the street early in the morning. Even for the job of apartment manager, he is very willing to do it."

Apartment manager might not be anything for middle-aged and elderly people, but for young people, especially young and vigorous young people, it is actually not a good job.

This is a service industry after all, which means they have to serve those tenants with a very low posture. Middle-aged and elderly people have already become honest after being slapped by society a few times, but young people can't; their edges and corners have not been worn down yet.

So most apartment managers are middle-aged people, elderly people; there are very few young people.

A young person being able to put down their face to "serve" others is indeed okay.

Erwin didn't respond to his words. He looked at Erwin, somewhat nervous. "I... can I ask, how do you plan to deal with him?"

Erwin thought for a while. "If he can cooperate with us and find those people, this matter will end here."

"If he tries to deceive us, help those people get rid of our capture, or even resist."

He didn't continue speaking; the words stopped here, but everyone knew what the result would be.

The old man took two hard puffs of the cigarette. He threw the cigarette on the ground. "I'll go with you."

"Do you want to see my house?"

Erwin tilted his head. Several people took out pistols, but they were tucked into their bosoms, blocked by trench coats, and entered the house with the old man.

The old lady had been paying attention to the movement outside. She saw her husband come back and immediately greeted him, grabbing his hand somewhat worriedly.

"It's nothing, they are looking for me for something, don't worry!"

"I'm going out for a trip. If there's time, I'll come back for lunch. If I don't come back, it means I'm busy."

He picked up the clothes on the coat rack by the door and draped them over himself. Without waiting for his wife to ask anything else, he said, "Watch the house, take care of yourself."

Then he left with Erwin and the others without looking back.

More than ten minutes later, the motorcade appeared outside another apartment.

"Fuck!" The driver, who was watching the scenery on the street listlessly, suddenly shouted, "There are many people downstairs; they found us!"

The team's brain ran to his side and looked down. Many people came out of the cars; they seemed to have surrounded this apartment. The gray-haired man also squeezed over.

Panic expressions appeared on everyone's faces. "What now?"

The driver continued to play his role well, a guy who only knew how to ask "What now?"

The team's brain had been thinking in his mind about where things went wrong, and finally the old doctor's appearance appeared in his mind.

He pursed his lips tightly. He underestimated the Lansi family's methods and overestimated their own abilities.

"Hide, let's hide separately. Before they come up, go to other rooms, find any room with people and hide in it; they might not find us!"

He said, pulling out his pistol. "Go now!"

"If... try to live if you can; we all survived on the battlefield, we shouldn't die here!"

The other three people, whose bodies were still a bit tense, seemed to have relaxed quite a bit at this time. ===== CHAPTER 1214 =====