Chapter 1221: Emptying Out

"Motherfucker, you got blood all over the car!" the driver couldn't help but complain. The guard's artery had been severed, and blood sprayed from the cut wound like an opened faucet.

The passenger seat, the driver's seat, were all covered in blood, and the pungent smell of blood filled the entire car!

The guy in the passenger seat pushed the guard aside with force. After entering through the small door, he found the keys in the guard room and opened the manor's gate completely.

Actually, there were still quite a few people in the manor. Christopher and his group had about seventy or eighty core members locally, not counting the peripheral members.

They weren't "gangs" in the strict sense, the kind that entrenched themselves in a certain area and made money through criminal business, like the Five Families of the Federation.

Christopher was more like a smuggler. For him, there was no "territory" in the strict sense; wherever he was, that was his territory.

He didn't need to manage his territory either; he just needed some bars, and then someone would come to him to buy alcohol, and he would hand the things over to others.

He didn't have any conflicts with the local gangs; his bars were even opened in other people's territories, but both sides didn't have any actual conflicts.

So he wasn't a gang leader; he was the leader of a criminal organization mainly focused on smuggling and selling alcohol, and he didn't need that many people.

Someone watched the warehouse for him, someone went to promote alcohol for him, and a portion of gunmen were responsible for maintaining the safety of the business and his own safety, and that was enough.

He didn't have such a large territory that required everyone to stand on the street to maintain the dignity of his gang. He wasn't that kind of traditional gang; he was more like a "gang businessman."

The Lansi family had many people because they also needed to manage their own territory. Those family members wandering on the street were the main reason for the constantly increasing number of personnel.

If there were twenty or thirty people on one street, or more, then ten streets would be hundreds of people, and twenty or thirty streets would be two or three thousand people.

But there weren't many people here. He took away a large number of men, and the manor was left with only the servants here, as well as more than ten core members and twenty or thirty peripheral members.

They were all gathered near the manor. There was a slight distance from the gate to the main building, and there was a vegetation wall between the two as a visual obstruction. The people inside didn't know what had happened at all.

The people standing at the high place only saw two cars coming in from the outside. They could pass through the gate, obviously, it was the guard who let them in, so the two gunmen at the high place just took a look and then withdrew their gaze.

A group of people got off the car. The guy covered in blood walked at the very back of the crowd, while the people in the second car walked at the very front.

There were also four or five people standing at the manor entrance. They gathered together smoking. Those patrolling or on duty outside the building were all peripheral members.

Without permission, they couldn't enter the building.

Seeing a group of people coming up from the steps, they also dispersed, but they weren't nervous.

This was Christopher's manor, his old lair. No one would run here to find trouble for them, unless they didn't want to get those alcohol with explosive profits from here.

"Hey, who are you?"

"I haven't seen you!"

The one standing at the very front blocked these people. He appeared a bit lazy, and the submachine gun was carried on his side, not held in his hand.

The guy standing in front of him smiled and said to him, "You have to go home and ask your mother."

"What the fuck?" The guard couldn't believe what his ears heard. He looked back at his equally surprised companion behind him, but soon the doubt on his companion's face turned into terror. He seemed to see the scythe of the Grim Reaper waving at him from his companion's eyes.

He almost subconsciously reached for his gun and turned around. His body had already made the movement to dodge, and he had already started to tilt, but the next moment, he heard a gunshot, followed by him running forward two steps, stumbling and falling to the ground.

The bullet shot through his side brain. He lay on the ground twitching constantly, and his cognition and analysis of the world gradually stopped along with the damage to his brain.

In his last line of sight, his companions were quickly shot and killed in front of him, and that group of people rushed toward the inside of the house.

More cars appeared in the courtyard, and more people appeared there.

The two guards standing on the roof didn't even have time to issue an alarm before they were shot down by rifles. The entire manor instantly fell into chaos...

The battle didn't last for a long time. Their main force was pulled away by Christopher, and the remaining power in the entire manor couldn't block the Lansi family's attack. Very easily, they cleaned the place up cleanly.

The large trucks that drove over were transporting corpses. On the road entering the manor in the distance, several police cars had already set up roadblocks, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the basement of the manor, the locksmith was wearing a stethoscope and "auscultating" a huge iron door. His hands constantly turned the wheel on the door. When a sound other than the friction sound produced by the normal rotation of the gears came from the stethoscope, there was also a very faint sound like a thin iron wire hitting a steel sheet, and a smile appeared on his face.

This kind of combination lock is actually not difficult to open. When you understand its structure, you know how to open it.

Since following Lansi, the locksmith could be considered to have reached the peak of his life. He didn't need to look for work everywhere every day for a living like in the past. People not only wouldn't stare at him with strange eyes, but instead would show a respectful attitude toward him.

The salary and bonuses that were too much for him to know how to spend, as well as the patent usage fees, he threw all his enthusiasm into the ideal and career of "how to open every lock in the world."

Like the lock on this iron door they opened today, he had dismantled more than one. He had completely figured out the working principle of this set of combination locks, so opening it was just a matter of proficiency.

Without a doubt, this door couldn't stop him. Along with him taking out a large string of handmade lock picks, choosing one of them, inserting it into the keyhole and twisting it a few times, the sound of the lock spring bouncing was as beautiful as the sound of nature!

He turned the dial like a ship's rudder, and the subtle friction sound when the latch retracted also became exceptionally beautiful at this time!

For a locksmith, opening the locks he knew had become his pursuit and dream. He had also talked to Lansi about this matter some time ago. He wanted to try to open the door of a bank vault.

However, this matter was not so easy to implement. After all, no bank would easily agree to Lansi's request, as this related to the bank's security issues.

For a bank, a secure vault door was the content they focused on promoting. If this door was really opened by a locksmith, without a doubt, this would be a heavy blow to their reputation.

As for not being able to open it?

People wouldn't care about a person with no fame who failed to challenge a bank door lock and this story, so for the bank, this kind of thing only had disadvantages and no advantages. The vault door was slowly pushed open under the joint push of two people, and the inside of the iron door, which was nearly a foot thick, exuded the smell of money!

The bright light shone on the priceless items piled up inside, and the people standing outside the door all let out an exclamation!

The "stolen money" from Christopher's alcohol sales was all cash.

Those criminal groups, gangs, they didn't dare to transfer money to Christopher via bank transfer, and Christopher didn't dare to accept any transfers, so the transactions between the two sides were mainly in cash.

Including when they transported funds to Sumuli Island, they also sent cash and smuggled it over.

So much cash was definitely not very convenient, so criminal groups wouldn't be stupid enough to really use cash for everything. They would also use some precious metals, such as gold, and for example, use some artworks with transparent prices.

This room was composed of a part of money, plus a part of gold products, and some artworks.

Like the painting "Girl on the Balcony" hanging on the wall, it could easily be sold for 200,000 Federal Sol on the trading market. It was "paid" to Christopher by a gang last year for 215,000.

And for example, a very gorgeous gold scepter placed in a display cabinet in the corner. If this thing was just evaluating its weight and the gems inlaid on it, it might only be worth tens of thousands.

It had cultural relic properties, and it was a precious cultural relic. Some collectors could take out a price of 300,000 for it.

These things eventually made up Christopher's wealth, about 30 million or so.

After all, they weren't professional appraisers and couldn't accurately estimate the value of all goods, but it should be about these.

This money wasn't all of Christopher's. He also had some money deposited into different accounts after being washed, and there was even another place to store artworks. The money in those places added up to about 20 million or so.

The plan for this operation was to force them to leave here and then take all these things away.

Even if Christopher wouldn't be angered by someone not accepting the payment and wouldn't leave here, Lansi had other ways to force him to leave.

For example, when investigating his problem as the "head of the Sumuli criminal group," when the police, prohibition agents, and even the Federal Bureau of Investigation started to find trouble for him, he would definitely have to run to other places.

With his habit of lacking a sense of security, he would definitely take most of the people with him to leave here and hide for a period of time.

As long as Lansi himself was in Indeno State and appeared in public, Christopher wouldn't be too worried.

Lansi arranged for people to watch Christopher, so Christopher definitely also arranged for people to watch Lansi. This was a mutual process!

Lansi had been appearing in public frequently during this period, which was also one of the main reasons Christopher didn't run away.

As long as he left the manor, even if it was only for a few hours, Lansi would empty everything he had here.

Making a person desperate, making a person who always lacks a sense of security desperate, is actually very simple, and that is to "peel" him layer by layer, stripping away all those things that can increase his sense of security from around him.

Wealth, power, status, people who protect his safety, everything!

Lansi wouldn't let him die easily. He must suffer all kinds of torture before he could atone for all the wrong things he had done with death!

"Let's do it, brothers!"

The two captains responsible for this operation had excited smiles on their faces. Without a doubt, the success of the operation would increase their "merit" in the family and provide necessary support for their subsequent promotion to cadres.

Because Dai Wen did a good job last time, he had already been promoted to a family cadre, which made many captains envious and jealous!

The gap between a captain and a cadre seemed not to be very large, but in reality, it was a world of difference.

A captain had to listen to the cadre's orders. Even if they had their own ideas, they had to take the cadre's opinions as the main thing, and what they did, what they didn't do, they couldn't decide for themselves.

Just like in the family headquarters in Jincheng, there would be many captains idling around in the headquarters every day.

They would chat together, play billiards, play those game machines, or simply constantly exercise or fight in the ring.

When a cadre needed to take action, they would point out some captains they knew or had a good relationship with to go out and handle things.

Because no one knew if there would be any sudden situations, there would be quite a few cadres on duty in the company every day.

Every place was like this, and Indeno State was also like this. With Lansi's arrival, a large number of captains had arrived in Indeno State with their men, ready to accept Lansi's dispatch at any time.

Being able to come out to participate in the operation was a very precious opportunity for these captains.

Perhaps just because of their work this time, they would have the opportunity to be like Dai Wen and those people, changing from the lower-middle level to the upper-middle level of the gang!

A large amount of artworks, antiques, bonds, gold, and boxes of banknotes were loaded into the cars. The things actually weren't many, but they still filled two trucks.

There were relatively professional people who came this time, and they guided these young guys on how to properly transport these artworks away properly.

From the arrival of the first car at the manor to their complete withdrawal, the whole process only took more than an hour...

In the evening, Christopher and his group had arrived in the neighboring city. They didn't stay long and went straight to the gang territory that owed the payment. What made Christopher feel uneasy was that this gang, which had had a period of stable cooperation with them, had actually run away.

Their bar also closed its doors. It wasn't pretending to close. Christopher had people pry open the door and drill in. It was clean inside, with no people and no alcohol, as if it had been specially cleaned.

There weren't many people in the headquarters where their gang was located, which made Christopher feel some unease.

He didn't stay and immediately found another gang in the local area that had a cooperative relationship with them to inquire about this matter.

This friend of his told him that the gang that owed him the payment had already run away for a period of time. It was said that they had provoked a big shot and had run away long ago...

Christopher, who felt more and more wrong after returning to the hotel, dialed the manor's phone, and his heart also sank constantly, just like the phone that had no response.

"Something happened!" ===== CHAPTER 1222 =====