Chapter 139: Walking Further and Further into Helplessness

In a dim corner of the club, Liam sat in the shadows. He liked sitting like this.

Observing others from a place where they couldn't observe him was a hobby of his, or rather, a kind of caution.

Among the seven high-level cadres of the Kamila Gang, everyone had their own different characteristics.

His personality wasn't considered flamboyant. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many terrible things, and he could no longer be full of hot blood like an ordinary young man. Actually, he wasn't old either, in his thirties.

Having joined the Kamila Gang for over ten years, to a certain extent, he had actually realized his initial federal dream—having money, a house, and social status.

But human greed is never satisfied. Having gained some, one becomes arrogant and learns not to be satisfied, craving more. Greed is a poisonous snake; it will devour people's hearts, devour people's reason, and magnify all desires.

He had seen some people fall into the abyss because of greed and desire. He could only try his best to keep himself calm, but he couldn't manage to be without greed or desire; no one could.

He picked up his wine glass and took a small sip. On the stage of the strip club, two girls were performing skilled dances with all their might, while the regulars around were drinking and chatting.

This was the Empire District, the lair of the Kamila Gang. Even if the Empire District branch had any major operations, they would notify them in advance, so he wasn't worried at all about anyone coming to disrupt the business here.

However, he had recently heard that the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration had been established. This department would have great power and focus on catching smuggling, storage, sales, and use of tobacco, alcohol, and hazardous materials.

This gave him a bad premonition. If alcoholic beverages couldn't be sold here, there would be many fewer customers.

Almost half of the sales came from impulsive consumption after customers drank too much.

Before getting drunk, who the hell would be willing to spend far more than finding a streetwalker, just to have a female dancer dance a bit more for them?

He thought about some possibilities for the future, wanting to sort out the context of the situation. With his legs crossed, the shirt cuffs that extended longer than the sleeves were rolled back over the suit cuffs. His clothes looked a bit exaggerated, but also a bit trendy.

The music in the hall wasn't intense, but very soothing. Combined with the girls' soft and stretching movements, everything was so fitting.

One could even see people's desires being ignited bit by bit, blooming with fire!

There were live performers here. Actually, no one expected that those people, besides being little experts at picking cotton, also had good expressive power in music.

After Liam thought about other things for a while, he began to think about some "private orders" for the evening.

Some big shots wouldn't come to such occasions, but they would have some normal or perverted needs, which required arranging for girls to be sent over.

These orders were for big money. Those big shots didn't care how much they spent; they only cared about whether they could discover the deepest desires in their hearts!

He had once sent a girl to a priest.

While he was thinking about how to arrange the evening's itinerary, hurried footsteps disturbed his thoughts.

He put down his wine glass and looked at the person walking toward him, one of his subordinates. Finally, that person stopped not far from him. "Liam... they made a call, saying Luo Bote has defected to Lansi. He might already know your plan."

Liam was stunned for a moment. "I see." He picked up his wine glass and drank it in one gulp. "Notify everyone to go to the villa for a meeting."

"Also, find someone to take care of Luo Bote. I don't like having traitors around me."

Business premises generally wouldn't store large quantities of weapons and the like; it would be very troublesome if they were found.

Wanting to own legal weapons in different parts of the Federation wasn't a simple matter, and criminal groups like them often used weapons to do some illegal and criminal things.

If they used registered weapons, it was equivalent to telling others it was them. They were the same as other big gangs and families; they all used black guns.

Weapons were stored in his villa. He then stood up and walked toward the door, saying as he walked, "Don't forget the orders for tonight. I won't be here; you must help me keep a close eye on things."

The two walked to the door, and the waiter had already opened the door for him. He looked at the manager. "If you make my guests dissatisfied, I'll give you to my guests and let them find a way to be satisfied!"

The manager nodded. Although he knew this was a threat and not really what he was going to do, he was still a bit scared.

The desires of those rich guys—it would be fine if they were normal, but there were always some people whose desires weren't normal. They didn't just need to vent their desires through complex "sex."

Some of them liked to hit people, some liked to hurt others, and even... the manager didn't want to end up at the bottom of Angel Lake just after one night, so he hurriedly promised, "Liam, I'm not working for you for the first day. Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Liam nodded, patted his cheek, and left the Red High Heels club.

Standing on the steps at the entrance, he habitually looked around. Very good, nothing made him uneasy. He walked toward the blue sedan parked on the side of the road.

This was a new sedan, and it had undergone some changes in exterior design compared to past cars.

First, it canceled the dome, changed to a convertible, and the front was longer and more streamlined.

All four wheels had wheel covers, and the overall color was blue, with a small part in ivory white. It looked particularly high-end and comfortable!

The high-end paint technology—just by getting close to it, one could see one's own reflection on the paint surface. He loved this car to death!

At this moment, he had already taken the car key out of his pocket. With twenty meters to go, he could drive his car home.

There were quite a few pedestrians on the road, and some were paying attention to his car, which made him look very happy.

Of all the people who bought expensive goods, only a few bought them for practical purposes; most bought them for the purpose of showing off.

There were too many sounds on the road during the day, so he couldn't hear the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground when a car in the distance suddenly started and accelerated.

He couldn't hear the sound of the submachine gun's bolt being pulled and the safety being turned off either. He hummed the tune of the little cotton-picking expert and opened the car door.

The heavy car door felt like stroking a girlfriend's thigh—round, warm, and smooth. He was even a little intoxicated!

At this moment, a car was driving on the road at an extremely fast speed. Seeing that it had already reached his side, he frowned with some displeasure.

The right-hand traffic rule meant the driver's seat in the Federation was on the left, making him either have to sit in quickly and close the door, or close the door first and wait for the other party to leave before sitting in, otherwise there was a risk of scraping.

He chose the latter, closed the door, stood by the car, and gave the driver of that car the middle finger.

However, the next second, a person leaned out from the rear window—a man, actually wearing a braid?

He hadn't had time to mock this man with a braid when, in his incredulous gaze, the other party took out a submachine gun!

Almost at the same time, Liam ducked his neck and ran toward the front of the car while crouching, but at this moment, time seemed to be pressed into slow motion by God. He had already run and escaped with all his might, but his speed didn't seem to increase.

The sound of rapid breathing occupied his entire world. He even saw a bullet pierce the car's shell, but at this moment, he had no mood to turn back and scold that gunman.

You damn well shoot people properly, why are you shooting my car?

He suddenly felt someone push him twice from behind, and he stumbled forward and fell to the ground.

But soon, he supported himself on the front of the car and stood up. He didn't know why his feet were a bit slippery, and that car suddenly reduced its speed.

He heard someone say—

"Don't damn well slam on the brakes, I almost got shaken out!"

When he turned his head again, the gunman was already aiming the gun at him.

Tongues of fire erupted from the barrel. Only then did the crowd around realize what had happened, and people screamed and fled in all directions.

The manager who had just returned to the bar heard that Liam had been shot at the entrance, but he didn't dare go out now because he had no weapons.

A large group of people pulled back the curtains and looked outside through the windows. They saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives!

That man who was like a demon was standing there. Even though he was still there, people could feel that he was melting, melting under this sunlight.

His body, along with his sins, together.

The submachine gun in Hiram's hand already made a sound of an empty magazine. He glanced at Liam, who was beyond saving, shrank back into the back seat, and patted the driver's shoulder hard.

The car tires spun crazily again, smoking, and the car itself shot out like a sharp arrow!

"Is he dead?" asked Deruixi (Hiram's friend) in the driver's seat.

Hiram took off the empty magazine and replaced it with another one, to avoid needing it if they encountered trouble on the road.

"He was hit by at least a dozen shots. If he can still not die from this, tomorrow, without Lansi saying it, I'll go jump into Angel Lake myself."

Deruixi wasn't nervous and felt very relaxed. "Do you like No. 2 cement or No. 3 cement?"

Hiram flicked his arm and hit him on the head, and the car swayed slightly. "I'll have them grind you up and fill you in; we'll go down together!"

The car drove rapidly toward the outskirts of the city. Many drivers on the road were startled by their rude driving style, and they even ran some red lights.

However... in the absence of police at the scene, this behavior wouldn't have any serious consequences.

As one of the largest ports in the Federation, New Jincheng had many goods concentrated here to be unloaded and then transported to other cities by train, so the train lines here were also very developed.

There were many small stations outside New Jincheng. They left the city from the west, but outside, they drove the car to the northwest direction, then found a place with dense vegetation to stop. After changing clothes, they bought a train ticket back to New Jincheng at the station.

After they left, someone called the police. When the police arrived, Liam was already completely cold.

Until his death, his hands were still resting on his car.

Some people were very sad about this, but undoubtedly, today was absolutely the lucky day for the Red High Heels club...

The person in charge of this case was Hunter. The new criminal investigation team officer hadn't come to report yet, and the other two were handling other cases. He was relatively free now, which of course also had to do with Mr. Qiaobafu and his assistant completely giving up on chasing the murderer.

After arriving at the scene, he looked at Liam lying in a pool of blood and scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled.

Undoubtedly, a gang member being shot to death in broad daylight at his own business premises was a gang vendetta.

For the person who could create this style, there were only a few people in his mind: Poli, or the five major families.

But the five major families were no longer so rude now. They had already gotten rid of the "underclass." Many times, they would be like those in high society, needing to consider their own decency. It seemed the correct answer was about to surface.

However, he also felt that this matter didn't look like something Poli did. The Brotherhood's turf was in the Port District, and this was the Empire District. Unless the Brotherhood first solved the Red Dog Gang and then wanted to swallow the interests of the Empire District, it was impossible for these two gangs to go to war!

Then... he thought of another case. The case that Officer Lukaer... no, now Senior Agent Lukaer, had told him about before. When Wei De died, the forensic doctor found over forty bullets in his body.

Wei De and Liam were both people from the Kamila Gang, and both of them were... filled with so many little cuties.

Perhaps these two cases could be connected.

Other police officers were taking notes at the scene, looking for some witnesses. Even some witnesses who were unwilling to go to court spoke about what they saw.

"The man with a braid" became an important clue.

Almost at the same time, Lansi received a call. Someone told him that Liam was dead.

If Wei De's death was covered up by the loss of hundreds of thousands of dollars in goods, then Liam's death finally made him realize that although the Lansi Family had few people, they were absolutely not to be trifled with.

And they used submachine guns in broad daylight—were these people crazy or what?

The eyes of the entire city's police would be focused here!

At the same time, he also faced a new problem.

Originally, he thought this Lansi and his Lansi Family were just small characters he could blackmail at any time, but now, kicking into an I-beam wasn't just painful; the toes were broken.

If they were to continue, the war would escalate, and the investment would become larger and larger.

He had just lost 200,000 in goods, and he was already a bit tight on cash. If he were to continue launching a gang war, he wouldn't have much money left.

Over the years, all the money the Lansi family got had been laundered by him, and then used to purchase some industries, and even stocks.

He had always been leaving himself a way out. Although he didn't care much about the deaths of family members during the gang's rise, he was still very uneasy about the danger itself.

This was a difficult choice!

But no matter what, Liam was dead. He had to show his attitude, otherwise, those high-level cadres might have other thoughts.

At night, the two people dressed ordinarily took a taxi back to the company. Everyone was here, and seeing them return safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"We were just waiting for you." The room was full of smoke, and almost everyone was holding a cigarette.

Finishing off Liam didn't make everyone feel much more relaxed.

Finishing off Liam and Wei De were both results of surprise attacks, which didn't mean the Kamila Gang was a weak gang. It had been entrenched in the Empire District for a few decades without being swallowed by other gang forces; it ultimately had some special features.

So Lansi wasn't blindly optimistic. Things had reached this point; in fact, neither side had a chance to turn back.

Sometimes things are just like this. It might have been a small matter, but the development of the small matter would eventually poke a hole in the sky.

Lansi had them sit down. Hiram found that Erwin, who was still in the hospital, had returned, and the two greeted each other.

"Originally, when we finished off Wei De, we felt we should keep a low profile for a while, but their hands reached too far. If we don't fight back, they will test our bottom line again and again."

"The Kamila Gang has over three hundred people, ten times our number, but they are divided into several groups by different cadres."

"We just finished off Wei De's people, and today we finished off Liam. No matter how they behave on the surface, there must be some who support going to war with us, and some who oppose it."

"This is an opportunity."

"Also, we need to expand our manpower. We have too few people."

"But expansion cannot be blind."

"I plan to let you all get out of production and become non-productive personnel, so we need to find some people to replace your work in the company."

"This part of the people will be managed by Xiao En for the time being, and they won't be involved in other operations of the family."

"The other part will be fully invested in the family business."

Erwin had been mixing at the docks for over a month before, and because he was quick-witted and good at socializing, he knew a large group of people.

"How many people should we recruit?"

"Adding up the company side, there are at least forty people. Let's recruit another thirty people here."

Erwin recorded this number. "There are quite a few blue-shirts who hope to join us."

Blue-shirts was the term for people wearing the uniforms of the Wanli Company. The influence and deterrent power produced by these uniforms were gradually increasing. Plus, Lansi broke Qiangni's arm in front of many people, allowing the immigrants to hold their heads high at the docks for the first time. Now, they were forming a force!

Some people saw their glory, but whether it was to be glorious themselves or to hope to join this vibrant social group and do something for the Empire immigrants, they all showed a strong sense of career.

Lansi thought for a while. "You can recruit some at your discretion; it's best if they are acquaintances."

"Also, ask if there are any people who have served in the military who are willing to join us. We need some more professional people!" ===== CHAPTER 140 =====