Chapter 124: Chance Encounter

In the luxurious living room, Wei De stood up under the gaze of the people, walked to the wall, picked up a travel bag, walked to the coffee table, and then unzipped it.

He lifted it forcefully and shook it with the opening facing down. The banknotes rolled into rolls and tied with rubber bands immediately poured out, falling onto the coffee table, while some rolled onto the ground.

Everyone's breathing became slightly rapid, and their heartbeats also swayed constantly with those banknotes rolling everywhere.

What is the purpose of mixing in a gang?

Not being bullied, being glorious, having face—perhaps everyone's answer is different, but there is one point they can reach a consensus on: having money!

For these people, mixing in a gang is actually no different from going to work. Every month, Wei De will give them a sum of money, the amount not necessarily fixed.

If the gang gets more money and Wei De gets more money, then they can take a bit more, one or two hundred, or more.

If the gang didn't get much criminal profit this month, and even suffered losses, for example, a venue belonging to the gang was burned by another gang.

Then the money everyone gets will be a little less, but it's still better than working outside, seventy or eighty dollars.

This is also why, even though it is very dangerous, they are all willing to continue here.

Money is really a good thing, at least in the Federation it is like this. It can solve most of the troubles of most people.

But it is also not that good, because it is too hard to earn.

People's eyes were fixed on those banknotes. They didn't know how much there was, but certainly, everyone could get a roll.

When the last roll of banknotes was poured out, Wei De threw the travel bag to the side and lit another cigarette, "One roll per person. After the matter is done, there will be another roll when you come back."

He spat out a burst of smoke. The smoke distorted people's vision, making his calm face somewhat distorted in the blur.

These subordinates of his weren't taking this kind of money for the first time, and they all knew the rules of distributing money. The confidant Wei De trusted most sat in his previous position and began to hand those rolls of money to the people beside him.

After everyone got the money, they would stand on the other side. Some of them put the money directly into their pockets, and some would remove the rubber band and fold it before putting it into their pockets, which was easier to carry.

Each roll is five-dollar denomination banknotes, with a total of twenty sheets, which is one hundred dollars.

If there is another roll after coming back, it is two hundred dollars.

There are more than thirty people here, distributing money twice, which is about seven thousand dollars or so.

Finally, two rolls were left, which means someone didn't come, but he didn't care anymore.

"I only have one request, avenge my brother..."

At this time, Officer Lukaer became nervous because the police officer he arranged to tail told him that Wei De suddenly gathered a large number of subordinates, suspecting whether they had any action tonight.

Along the way, he quickened his pace and came outside the assistant director's office, knocking on the door.

After about ten seconds, a "come in" with a hint of fatigue came out. He pushed the door and entered, seeing the assistant director yawning.

The New Jincheng City Police Department has one police chief and two assistant directors. Because of the special nature of this city, the assistant directors need to be on duty twenty-four hours a day.

In other words, there is one person here during the day, and another person here at night.

The assistant director saw Officer Lukaer and rubbed his eye sockets, "What's wrong?"

Officer Lukaer said what his subordinate discovered, "I suspect Wei De and the others will act tonight. Now he has gathered a large number of subordinates in his villa."

"This might be mobilization. Once the mobilization ends, they will definitely act."

The assistant director took twenty or thirty seconds to react slowly, but he didn't agree with Officer Lukaer's judgment, "Do you have evidence?"

"Or is all this just your guess?"

Officer Lukaer shook his head, "I don't have any evidence, but I believe my guess is correct."

"He can't hold it back anymore. He will definitely act."

He looked at Officer Lukaer, "Lukaer, you are also an old police officer. You should be very clear that our police force at night is very tight."

"If because of your guess without evidence, I have to mobilize the police force to prevent things that haven't happened yet, and if you guess wrong, do you know how much trouble this will bring me?"

"If your guess is correct, then everything is fine. You will be commended, I will be commended, and everyone is fine."

"But what if your guess is wrong?", the assistant director asked back, "Do you know what we have to pay for this if you guess wrong?"

"Also, what if they discover that we are mobilizing the police force and give up on doing things at night?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, from here to the branch, it has been infiltrated to an unrecognizable state. Now, no matter what major action plan we have, they will even know earlier than the chief!"

This is also a fact. In the era when corrupt police are most rampant, anyone might dial a number that doesn't quite fit their identity in a phone booth on the side of the road for a stack of banknotes.

"Are we going to do nothing?", Officer Lukaer was somewhat annoyed, although this wasn't the first time he had been so annoyed.

The assistant director shook his head, picked up the cold coffee and took a sip, "They are all criminals, Lukaer. Let them fight. After they start fighting, we will go to clean up the mess."

"Believe me, the citizens would rather they die more, instead of stopping them before they have even acted!"

I don't know why, but Officer Lukaer suddenly remembered Lans's joke that wasn't funny—the climax of the story is always in the last twenty minutes!

He returned to his office, sat down, and couldn't help standing up. After going back and forth several times, he called two police officers, took weapons, pushed the door, and left.

This time he didn't drive his own car, but drove a police car. Sometimes police cars can play a bigger role in such sudden events.

At the same time, several shadows climbed over the wall from behind the office and entered the alley. In the darkness, Hailamu and Lao En kept walking along the wall in the shadows.

Across the road, a car was parked there, with two people inside.

They were the people watching here. At this time, they were already somewhat drowsy, and the replay of the baseball team game playing on the car radio didn't make them interested at all.

One was holding the steering wheel, his head nodding, while the other was leaning back, paralyzed in the passenger seat, mouth open, already entering a dream.

Hailamu and Lao En walked lightly to both sides of the car door. They slowly opened the car door.

Thanks to this car being well-maintained, the hinges didn't make a creaking sound.

The two looked at each other. Hailamu took out a dagger, grabbed the hair of the guy in the driver's seat, and stabbed a knife into his neck at the same time.

And on the other side, Lao En pressed his arm against the guy's wide-open mouth and also stabbed a knife into it.

Both people struggled hard, but didn't struggle for long before losing movement.

Lao En walked to Hailamu's side, dragged the person out of the driver's seat, and then threw him into the back row, then drove the car into the office courtyard.

This car will be disposed of tomorrow.

Watching the people being pulled out, Hailamu ran back into the office, and soon five cars drove out one after another, advancing rapidly toward the west of the Imperial District.

At night, there are not many cars on the road, and not many people. The night curtain blocks the light and people's vision, and also covers countless evils.

On the other side, Wei De was also arranging for people to solve the people watching.

Of course, he wouldn't kill these police officers, although he had been tortured by hatred to the point of being almost crazy, he hadn't gone crazy to the point of killing Criminal Investigation Unit police officers.

Several subordinates walked out of the villa. The driver who was watching poked his partner who was already asleep with his elbow, and the partner woke up immediately.

While wiping his face, he looked around, "What's wrong?"

However, his partner didn't answer him. Just as he looked toward his partner, he also saw several people outside the driver's cab.

They all held pistols in their hands. The person standing closest to them said softly, "Wei De invites you to be guests at his villa. Don't make it difficult for us!"

Under the pitch-black muzzle, all beings are equal.

Two police officers raised their hands, and the sleepiness disappeared. They didn't talk tough and were very cooperative.

Fortunately, Wei De didn't make it difficult for them, just tied them up, threw them into the basement, and told them that he would let them out after the matter was over.

Everyone got into the car, and seven cars left the villa in turn, but what they didn't know was that besides the police watching them, there were also people watching them at the gate of the villa.

Mo Lisi was actually exhausted at this time, but he knew they were acting tonight, and Lans told him, so he had been persisting.

In a daze, suddenly he heard the sound of a car horn. After a jolt, he looked at the villa gate, and a row of cars was blocked at the gate.

A man in black was scolding the security guard. The security guard nodded and bowed in apology, then raised the railing.

"Damn it!"

"They also chose tonight!"

Watching the cars that had already slowly come out from inside, there wasn't much time left for Mo Lisi to think. The speed of these cars wasn't slow. Perhaps at most ten seconds later, he could only see their backs as they left.

It was also at this moment that he made an important decision. He started the car, then followed, and also turned on the headlights.

What's more magical is that the last car actually didn't discover that it was the last car.

In the dark night, they couldn't see the car Mo Lisi was driving clearly, but they could see two headlights. Added to the closed environment, the people in the last car could only subconsciously think that this car was also in the same group as them.

Two motorcades, driving face-to-face in the middle of the night, no one spoke in any car, and everyone kept silent.

Some people were checking weapons, some were praying secretly, and some were suppressing their boiling emotions!

More than ten minutes later, the two motorcades could already see each other's headlights from afar, but neither of them discovered that their target was in the opposite lane.

The night in the Imperial District is quiet. It is poor and backward. Before it became the "Imperial District", most dock workers lived on this side because it was not far from the dock.

Whether taking public transportation or walking to the dock, it didn't take much time.

But with the influx of a large number of imperial immigrants and illegal immigrants, they began to live here in clusters, convenient for them to go to the dock or other areas to work, so there are more and more imperial people here, eventually becoming the Imperial District.

But this won't make a place that isn't lively become lively. In other places, it is the most lively time at night, but the Imperial District is quiet.

The dim light bulbs on both sides of the road couldn't illuminate much range. Occasionally, wild cats or wild dogs passing by from the light source under the street lamp would also quickly hide back into the shadows after being illuminated.

Nocturnal creatures all clearly understand this point: don't expose yourself to the light.

Perhaps only those homeless people sleeping on the ground don't care about this. Anyway, no one will be crazy enough to hurt them when they have nothing.

The distance between the two motorcades is getting closer and closer. Unfortunately, it is night. If it were daytime, perhaps a passing math teacher would slap his head and think of a primary school math problem that only college students could solve.

But now, there is nothing here.

The motorcades are getting closer and closer, and one can even vaguely see the blurred appearance of the people in the cars.

Lans looked at the motorcade opposite. He didn't recognize the person in the front. Wei De's car was in the middle, so he just took them as ordinary people passing by.

New Jincheng is one of the cities with the most gang forces, the most chaotic, but also the most orderly in the Federation, so it is not surprising at all to encounter gangs going out in groups at night.

Although it is difficult to increase the speed to a very high speed during this period, the process of meeting cars is still very short, at most ten seconds or so.

Seeing that the two motorcades were about to pass each other, Mo Lisi discovered Lans.

The next moment, the sound of a car horn came from Mo Lisi's car. Lans, whose attention was attracted, saw him immediately, and also saw the gestures he made.

Although those gestures didn't seem to have any specific meaning, this also made Lans realize that this motorcade was the person he was looking for!

But now... how to do it?

Almost in these few seconds, Lans turned the steering wheel, and the front of the car hit the butt of the car Mo Lisi was driving. The sound of the collision and the different car horns alarmed the entire motorcade. Both motorcades that were moving stopped because of this traffic accident.

Lans glanced at Enio sitting in the passenger seat, "Tell the brothers, this is the person we are looking for. When my car starts later, let them follow me and circle around them, shooting while circling. Go quickly!"

After Enio finished listening, he left the passenger seat hunched over and passed the message.

Wei De sat in the car frowning, looking back through the somewhat blurred rear window, "What happened?"

He looked at the subordinate sitting in the passenger seat and ordered, "Go see what happened."

His confidant subordinate opened the car door and got out, walking quickly to the end of the motorcade.

Mo Lisi's car was crooked in the middle of the road. The front of the other party's car clearly crossed the center line and hit the back of Mo Lisi's car.

Anyone who looks at it knows it's the other party's problem.

A young man stood at the front of the car, checking the situation of the collision. He walked over, "What's going on?"

The young man looked full of apology, "Sorry, my cigarette accidentally fell. I bent down to pick it up, and the steering wheel suddenly swung over."

"You see how much money is needed, I can give it to you. This is my fault!"

The confidant subordinate looked at this young man's face several times, and also looked at the place that was hit, "Wait...", he said and walked back.

He stood outside Wei De's car window and told what he saw and heard, "He intends to compensate us a little money and wants to know how much."

Wei De's frown never stretched out, "Go tell him, he doesn't need to compensate, let him go, we have other things to do."

If it were normal times, he would let the other party know who is the father in the Imperial District, but now, he is anxious to take revenge and has no time to delay for this little thing.

The confidant subordinate nodded and returned to the car accident scene again.

And at this time, Wei De also began to focus his attention on the motorcade opposite.

They have five cars, Wei De has seven cars here, so the fourth car of the other party is exactly opposite Wei De's car.

Both sides were staring at each other. Wei De looked at these people, and these people also looked at them.

In the car compartment that was pitch black and only had a strong light source on the back, he couldn't see the appearance of these people clearly, but he could see that they were all staring at his side, which made Wei De feel uncomfortable.

Just when this staring made the atmosphere somewhat tense, and even a bit of gunpowder, the guy sitting in the back seat of the driver's seat opposite suddenly shook his hair.

Wei De had a trace of a smile on his face, but soon restrained it. He said "idiot" in a voice only he could hear.

But soon, his frown tightened again. He saw that in the motorcade opposite, someone was talking to everyone in every car one by one, just a few words, and left after speaking.

This action made him feel a trace of uneasiness. He looked back again. His confidant subordinate was walking toward this side. I don't know why, but he suddenly had a feeling of palpitations.

He looked at the opposite side again. The idiot who made him smile just now had already leaned his upper body out of the car body.

Then, in Wei De's horrified gaze, he took out a submachine gun from his side!

"Fuck!", he shrank into the car seat fiercely, pulled out his pistol, and regardless of whether he could see or not, shot at the outside.

But at this time, Lans's motorcade had already started moving.

The sound of pistol gunfire, the sound of submachine gun gunfire, instantly resounded over this section of the road!

Wei De's confidant subordinate didn't have time to return to the car before he was hit by several bullets and fell to the ground.

The entire motorcade was caught off guard. Many people's weapons hadn't even been pulled out before they were hit!

Lans drove the car, and Enio sat in the back seat constantly pulling the trigger. The submachine gun in his hand sprayed fire tongues stably as if there was no recoil.

Five cars circled around seven cars, gunfire was constant, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The wild cats and wild dogs in the alley on the side of the road lost their tracks in an instant. The rats that occasionally poked their heads out of the sewer entrance also shrank back to the deepest part.

The homeless people covered with newspapers on the side of the road wished they could fly away immediately, but they were afraid that if they stood up suddenly, they would attract firepower, so they could only continue to pretend to be dead.

"Drive, drive, get the car moving!", Wei De shouted, while hitting the back of the driver's seat forcefully.

But just as the driver sat down, his head suddenly hit the steering wheel heavily. Wei De cursed while trying to leave this iron guy... ===== CHAPTER 125 =====