Chapter 1214: Rapid Handling

The apartment manager was looking down at an adult magazine under the counter. The girl on it was too poor to afford clothes and still insisted on her dance and model ideals, making people almost moved to tears.

His attention was completely attracted by those hot bodies until the sound of footsteps was almost close to the workstation, and then he looked up.

Then he was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised. "Why are you here?"

"Did something happen at home?"

His father stood at the counter, looking at this somewhat unfamiliar son of his. "I have never heard that you have any connection with gangs or the like."

A brief panic appeared on his son's face, but it quickly recovered. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed some shadows shaking outside the apartment.

His heart was raised again. "What happened?"

The old man pursed his lips. "They found the house and said you participated in this matter. I have never thought that you would have any connection with gangs."

"Although I sometimes scold you for being stupid, in my heart I still think you are quite smart. I have never thought that you are really stupid!"

Having a connection with a gang, what good end can there be?

If the luck is a little better, just like this matter, it is not discovered, and you won't get any benefits from it.

If the luck is a little worse, it is just like the matter that happened this time, being discovered, and then they come to the door.

He wants to thank the Lansi family for being a reasonable gang, otherwise they would be miserable!

But this kind of thing won't happen again. If his son brings enemies to the door again because of things between him and the gang, he dare not guarantee that the next gang that comes to the door will still be so polite!

The apartment manager opened his mouth. He didn't know how to explain this problem. He met those people in a bar. Everyone could play together, and they were often treated by those people, drinking for free.

After coming and going, everyone became so-called friends.

His friend just told him that his friend's friend had an accident and needed help to hide for a while, so he agreed.

At that time, he didn't think about so many things, and they were all young people. When others treated him as a friend and invited him to eat, drink, and play, he didn't refuse. Now that they asked him for help with a little thing, he refused, which would make him lose face.

Even if he regretted it after agreeing, he had to bite the bullet and continue to move forward.

At this time, his father found him, and the originally peaceful mood collapsed somewhat. "Why did you find this place?" He interrupted his father's words, and his tone was somewhat tough.

The old man looked back at the swaying figures in the fog at the apartment gate, and then turned back to look at him. "People from the Lansi family are looking for the door. Why do you think I would be here?"

"They know it was you who did it, and they also promised me to let me talk to you first. If you can make things clear, they won't make things difficult for you..."

"I have never asked you to do anything, but this matter, you have to listen to me!"

Outside the door, Erwin didn't know how the people inside talked, and the cigarette in his hand had been lit halfway.

The wind blew and it was a bit cold. Seeing that there were only two puffs left, he took two puffs and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, turned around, pushed the door, and walked into the first floor of the apartment.

The people behind him also followed him into the apartment. A large group of people almost blocked the lobby on the first floor.

"It seems that your conversation was not very pleasant." Erwin walked to the side of the workstation, his gaze turning back and forth between the old man and the manager.

Both of their faces were somewhat flushed. When seeing Erwin, some timidity, shrinking, and fear appeared in the young man's eyes.

In fact, many people are like this, tough on the inside. At home, they are emperors, kings!

No one can ask them to do anything, only they ask others to do something.

But once they go out, it is as if they have entered another world. Anyone can walk over and give him two slaps, but he dare not resist. People spit on him, and he will only smile and wipe the spit off his body.

Because they have a very strong sense of security in the family, they know that no accidents will happen, so they are very arrogant.

But outside, no one will accommodate his mood, so they become soft eggs.

Young people may not be purely such people, but they are about the same.

The old man hurriedly said, "We talked very well, he is willing to say the location of those people."

He kept winking at his son, and the latter was also somewhat shaken. He looked at Erwin and those people who looked somewhat hard to mess with, and finally he exhaled a breath. "They are in the attic, just in this building."

Erwin nodded slightly. "You saved your own life." Then he tilted his head at the others. These people immediately took out their pistols and took the elevator upstairs.

At the same time, some people took the stairs to ensure that these people would not happen to miss them.

Erwin was not idle either. He stood by the workstation and asked, "Do you know whose people they are?"

The young man was silent for a while and then shook his head. "I don't know. It was introduced by a friend of mine. He said these people are all Sumuli people, and we should help our own people, asking me to help hide them."

"After a while, they will leave by themselves. For this, they promised to give a thousand dollars."

"I didn't consider too much."

"Are they Sumuli people?"

The manager nodded. "We are all Sumuli people."

Erwin nodded noncommittally and wrote this matter down.

After a while, several gunshots came from upstairs, but they quickly subsided. After a few more minutes, people came down from upstairs, and at the same time, they dragged a corpse wrapped in a bed sheet.

"There was one who resisted and has been shot to death." The person dragging the bed sheet lifted a corner of the bed sheet, revealing the dead ghost inside.

The father and son only glanced at it, and their heartbeats accelerated and their breathing became rapid.

Living people and dead people can be seen at a glance. Even if the injury is not on their faces, people can see at a glance whether a person is dead or alive.

From a purely materialistic point of view, this is actually not very possible, because death will not cause obvious material changes in a short time, especially for this kind of person who just died.

But people can distinguish it. From the lifeless, unfocused eyes of the corpse, and the visible death aura on the body, they can feel that it is just a corpse, not anything else.

Erwin's hand tapped on the counter of the workstation, pointed at the young man, and then left with the corpse and the people.

The capture process was very smooth. Some people raised their hands when they met, and some resisted fiercely. The final end was to become a corpse.

Soon the people on the street dispersed, as if the appearance of these people was just an illusion. The governor also called Lansi, asking if he had caught the person.

After getting an affirmative answer, the governor actually breathed a sigh of relief.

At least Lansi would not vent his anger on other people or organizations because of his assassination, and the city could stabilize.

He didn't disturb Lansi, and after wishing Lansi a speedy recovery, he hung up the phone. Then many people knew that the order of the city had been restored.

More than twenty minutes later, Lansi saw three people and a dead ghost.

"Handle it." He just glanced at the dead ghost and had no interest.

Soon the three people knew what Lansi meant by "handle it."

They watched their comrade-in-arms being thrown into a gasoline drum and then filled with concrete.

If there were no accidents, he might sleep eternally in some waters.

Although they knew their comrade-in-arms was already dead, watching the concrete gradually submerge his body still gave these people a kind of indescribable fear and suffocation.

Lansi sat opposite them, his gaze locked on the gray-haired man. "I remember, it was you who fired the shot."

The gray-haired man was silent. He was also the kind who surrendered directly without resistance. If he could live, who would want to die?

Lansi hooked his finger at Erwin beside him, and the latter directly placed a pistol in his hand.

He stood up, and in the unbelievable gaze of the gray-haired man, and before his action of begging for mercy was fully made, he pulled the trigger.

After a bang of gunfire, there was an extra bullet hole on the gray-haired man's forehead. He hadn't even died immediately, but was trying to turn around and escape, trying to escape here.

But he fell heavily to the ground after running two steps. Lansi walked over, stood in front of him, lowered the pistol in his hand, and kept pulling the trigger.

The bullet was ejected from the shell ejector, rolling in the air and falling to the ground, falling beside the gray-haired man.

On his face, cheeks, and near his ears, small holes kept appearing.

A circle around the small hole was somewhat white, and inside it was red-black.

It would take a while before a little blood seeped out from inside.

When the bullets in the magazine were completely fired, making an empty chamber sound, he threw the pistol to Erwin and then sat back on the chair.

"Now it's much more comfortable!" His face was full of sunny and brilliant smiles. On the contrary, this kind of smile made the bodies of the remaining two people start to tremble slightly.

Lansi had chatted with Ma Duoer about this matter before, would they have feelings of fear?

Ma Duoer told Lansi that he was very afraid on the battlefield at first, especially the first time he went to the battlefield, always feeling that he would die.

But as he participated in more battles, he gradually began to adapt to some things on the battlefield; it was a collective emotion.

Under the influence of collective emotion, in fact, many people could quickly forget life and death, with only orders and killing enemies in their brains!

This is essentially a result of collective emotional brainwashing. When the battle ends and the collective emotion stops affecting them, they will start to be afraid.

So after coming to the Federation and participating in work, if they face danger, they will also be afraid.

Unless it is some large-scale action that can make them completely not consider personal life and death, otherwise they will also be afraid. This is the most basic emotion of human beings and is very difficult to artificially block.

Just like the two soldiers in front of them, when they were on the battlefield facing the enemy's machine gun strafing, not knowing where the enemy was hiding, and occasionally giving them a shot, they had never been so afraid!

But at this moment, they were so afraid that their bodies were trembling slightly, especially the driver, whose head and face were full of sweat, and his body was also trembling slightly.

The gray-haired man, the head of their small team, just died in front of them.

The cruel environment on the battlefield did not take his life, but here, he died.

The fear in the driver's heart was constantly spreading. His spirit and emotions were about to collapse.

The guy in the team responsible for using his brain was not doing much better. He forced himself to calm down, but it was very hard to do this.

"Now, let's talk."

"Whose people are you?"

"Who asked you to come here to assassinate me?"

He said, stretching out a finger. "I only need one person to answer my question..."

The driver hadn't reacted yet, and the team's brain beside him who was responsible for giving ideas immediately answered, "We are Leonardo Bianchi's people."

The driver beside him opened his mouth wide and looked at this comrade-in-arms. His brain seemed unable to understand why his good brother would say it so quickly at this time?

Shouldn't he keep silent like himself, and then say something like "We will say it only if you let us go," using the information the other party wanted to save their two lives?

He saw apology in the other party's eyes, and also saw a trace of ruthless decisiveness.

Had things gotten to such a bad point?

The next second, the driver's forehead suddenly cracked from the inside out, and blood, brains, and bone fragments sprayed out together.

The sound of gunfire in his ears was somewhat noisy. He fell to the ground with a thud. The strike of the brain made his body start to twitch. They wanted to know what happened, but unfortunately, it was highly likely they would not have a chance to know.

The team's brain looked at the fallen comrade-in-arms, and there was some reluctance in his eyes, but soon he threw all these behind his head and looked at Lansi. "Leonardo asked us to come here to listen to the orders of a person named Christopher."

"He showed us some information about you, and then asked someone to send us over. You already know what happened next."

Lansi nodded while listening. He also looked at Erwin and said, "It's about the same as what I thought after knowing some news. I originally planned to wait until the weather was a bit warmer to free up my hands to solve this problem."

"I didn't expect him to make a move on me first."

"This dog thing, his courage has grown quite a bit after leaving New Jincheng!"

There was a smile on his face, but there was a kind of evil spirit hidden in this smile, a kind of rising desire to kill.

He turned back to look at this very decisive guy. "Tell me, where does he live in that city now?"

The guy in front of him said all the news he knew without any concealment, including some situations when they first met.

After saying these things, his eyes looked at Lansi with some expectation.

Lansi also discovered this point.

However, the next second, the expression of this guy who was willing to use his brain and often used his brain was slightly suffocated, because he noticed that Lansi's gaze suddenly shifted from his face to behind him.

In an instant, he had a creepy feeling, and every hair stood up at this moment, including the hair!

He almost instinctively turned back to look behind him, but just at the moment he turned back, he felt someone hit his head hard.

The bullet shot through his head, similar to the driver's situation, but the place where he cracked was above his ear, the range of the crack was larger, and the opening was also larger.

After the gunshot, he still turned a small circle, looked at the person who fired behind him, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

In his dying moments, he struggled to look at Lansi, but only saw half of it, probably when he saw Lansi's calf position, he died completely.

Lansi stood up and twisted his neck. "Really stupid, I said only one person, did I say I would let you go!"

"Handle it all, these damn dog bastards dirtied my lawn!"

"Find someone to clean up these lawns."

Someone asked, "Do you need to replace the lawn?"

Lansi shook his head. "Why change it? With this blood and nutrients, they will grow better than others. I just don't like these few idiots dirtying my lawn. Just find someone to clean it up."

Returning to the lobby, Erwin sat not far from Lansi. "Are we going to retaliate now?"

Lansi nodded. "I remember we have people over there. Let them go and touch it, figure out Christopher's situation, and then wait for our action."

Erwin asked again, "What about that Leonardo?"

Lansi considered for a while. "He likes to send gunmen to shoot at me, so why don't we use the same method to say hello to him?"

At the same time, Christopher, who was far away in Denuozhou, also knew the result of assassinating Lansi.

The influence of this matter was actually very large, and Lansi was also a person who often appeared in serious political news, so soon newspapers everywhere bought the copyright of related reports from those news agencies and reprinted them.

For a time, the entire Federation knew that a guy named "Lansi White" had been shot, but he was lucky, and it could only be said to be a graze.

Christopher also saw the content in the newspaper. After reading it, he couldn't help but curse.

These dog-raising gunmen were all people Leonardo found for him. Several people pretended to be quite good, with an appearance that they could easily handle Lansi, which gave Christopher an illusion, feeling that they could do it!

Facts proved that if you can, you can; if you can't, you can't. No matter how you pretend, you can't!

He was very disappointed with the performance of these people, but he hadn't thought that those gunmen had already been caught, and they even said what should be said and what shouldn't be said.

He called Leonardo and briefly told him what happened here. Leonardo didn't have any good way either.

After hanging up the phone, Christopher sat on the sofa and considered that to succeed, he still had to rely on his own people.

Sumuli was a small place after all, and these people had never seen or experienced big scenes.

Still have to come by yourself! ===== CHAPTER 1215 =====