Chapter 146

"What do we do, Lans? What can we do to do something for our brothers who died?"

Yisen was the first to stand up. He was big, and when he hid behind the car, he couldn't hide completely. He took a bullet in the butt, and now he walked with a limp, looking a bit comical.

Although comical, people couldn't laugh. The bodies of those brothers were still in the police station's morgue.

They had originally intended to take the bodies away, but the police signaled that they had to leave them behind; this was also part of giving an account to the public.

In fact, these police were also surprised, because in their plan, many of Lans and his people would die, or even be wiped out, so from the beginning, they hadn't considered that they could actually hold on.

So much so that when they left, the police didn't even need them to leave any living people behind to give an account, and they even showed some... awe toward these people.

Actually, this kind of shootout between social organizations full of vitality is all about psychological quality.

Even professional soldiers will collapse when battle damage reaches a certain level, let alone gang members who haven't received professional military training and haven't done relevant psychological preparation.

Some people die, and then the psychological resistance of the remaining people is disintegrated; they either raise their hands to surrender, or they find a way to break out, running out without brains.

In a situation where they are clearly at a huge disadvantage in numbers, whether surrendering or breaking out, the final result is certain death.

Like those three or five people who can charge out on two legs while being surrounded and intercepted by more than a hundred gang members holding thermal weapons, it might only happen in the currently popular Western movie plots.

In reality, there are no such people, but this group of Lans resisted tenaciously in the back alley until the last second, everyone was fighting for their lives, which made them feel incredible and unable to understand.

There were even two girls in it, and they seemed to have made enough effort.

Out of accident and consideration, they didn't let Lans's side leave anyone behind; those bodies were enough.

The sense of oppression Yisen gave after standing up with his butt crooked was still great. Lans looked at these brothers and sat forward slightly, sitting on the edge of the sofa.

He pressed his arms on his thighs and leaned his body forward, "First, we need to 'disappear' for a period of time."

"If we are always under people's gaze, then every move we make will be watched by people. Currently, we don't have the advantage, we must establish our own advantage."

"Maybe we get in the car on this side, and they will have some movement on that side, for example, suddenly increasing manpower, or doing some other things."

"In a situation where our strengths are unequal, we are both in the light, and we will obviously be at a greater disadvantage, so we must first 'disappear' from people's sight."

"If they can't see us, they will be nervous. Once they are nervous, we can find their loopholes. As long as there is this loophole...", Lans straightened up, his hand scooped in the air, as if he had firmly grasped something in his hand!

Aierwen asked, "What about the office?"

Lans looked at Xiao En, "Xiao En stays behind and continues to do the work there. You don't need to be afraid; they won't touch the office because behind the office are the rice bowls of thousands of workers at the pier."

"You are safe at the office, unless they plan to go to war with thousands of illegal immigrants at the pier."

"As for the others, act with me. We don't have the advantage in numbers, so we must concentrate our strength. One punch has the force of one punch!"

After Lans made this decision, he immediately started to arrange it. They didn't go out all day, and not the next day either. The people responsible for watching them still didn't see anyone entering or leaving on the third day, which immediately made some people, including Haile, feel that something was wrong.

That day, someone tried to check this house, only to find that the house was completely empty.

The blood-stained gauze left on the ground had already grown a bit of mold. It looked like they left in a hurry, and they left very quickly, not even having time to pack up.

How they left and when they left became a mystery.

Haile, who was originally actively preparing to deal with Lans's revenge, also became nervous.

He didn't even go to the Empire Night Nightclub anymore, hiding in his manor all day, and summoned all the hundred or so people under his command to protect him.

If Lans and his people were still in the open, he wouldn't be so nervous; after all, there is something called a telephone.

As soon as Lans and his people went out, he could receive a call, and he could completely use Lans's departure to set up an ambush.

This time there was no house and back alley to cover him, right?

But the problem is that now the people are gone, you don't know where they are, what they plan to do, and what they are doing.

People's fear of the unknown is at the top of all kinds of fear emotions—

People's fear of death is essentially also the unknown of the world after death, which is also the reason why various belief religions could develop rapidly in the ignorant period.

They explain the world after death through unscientific methods, turning the unknown into the known, and this greatly comforted people's fear of death.

Because in their view, the world after death is no longer unknown.

Of course, in order to obtain benefits, they also set some conditions for the world after death, which is faith.

Only the world after death for people with faith is known, and the world after death for people without faith is unknown.

When long-term faith and religious rule turned these into a habit, and even a custom, it achieved unprecedented success.

Now that Lans and his people have disappeared, it has magnified the anxiety in Haile's heart, making him like a lamb lost without faith.

He didn't dare to go out, and even many times didn't dare to appear in front of the window, afraid that Lans would shoot from afar.

This directly affected the normal operation of the Kamila Gang. The big boss kept hiding at home and not coming out, which also made some underclass members a bit disappointed in him.

Haile also knew that the current situation was very bad, but as long as Lans didn't appear for a day, he wouldn't be at ease for a day.

Someone from the city police station had already passed on to him that his subordinates setting fire in the Triangle District made some big shots very unhappy, and he must keep a low profile recently.

This also made him unable to send a large number of people to search for the whereabouts of Lans's group, and he could only protect himself temporarily.

What made him even more angry was that this was not the only bad thing!

His expenses this week were very high. In order to completely finish off Lans at once, he spent 180,000, but the result was that he was mocked by the whole city like a clown.

He still had about 100,000 in funds in his hands, which was all he had left—

Originally there was about 500,000 in cash. This money was more than enough to maintain the operation of a gang, but the problem was that 200,000 of it was used by him to pay for moonshine, which had already been paid out.

The 180,000 used this week, and some subsequent expenses that need to be calculated, such as medical expenses, etc., he could only have a few tens of thousands left in his hands at most.

Even if they were looking for black market doctors or underground doctors, these doctors' fees were cheaper than medical groups, but it was impossible to save everything.

It is possible that only 20,000 or 30,000 or 30,000 to 50,000 can be left, which is the limit.

He even sometimes felt that those who were seriously injured would be better off dying on the spot, at least the pension was much less than the treatment cost!

If there is not much money left, he has to find a way to get money.

He has two paths to choose from. The first is to transfer the money he has washed clean back to his account, but he won't do that.

He spent a huge price to wash the money clean, and he would never use these funds until the end.

So he chose another method, asking Big Poli for money.

"Hi, Big Poli, I heard that a batch of wine is selling well on the market recently. You must have made a lot of money, right?", he used such words to open the topic first. No matter what Poli said, he would bring up the 100,000 that the other party owed him.

But the development of things exceeded his expectations, "What wine?"

Haile already vaguely felt something bad, "The wine you took from me, wine worth 100,000!"

Big Poli's lazy but arrogant voice sounded in the receiver on the other end of the phone, "When the fuck did I take your wine?"

"Haile, don't fucking think that you are the leader of the Ka... whatever gang, you can talk to me like this. If you provoke me, I will take people to kill you immediately!"

"Also, don't fucking call me if there's nothing, and don't tell others that you called me. How can I know a loser like you?"

Saying that, he hung up the phone, not giving Haile a chance to react at all.

Haile looked at the receiver in his hand in disbelief, clutching his chest in discomfort. This son of a bitch!

My... 350,000!

He hurriedly took out medicine and took one, hating Weier and Lans into a hole.

Weier was in front, Lans was behind. He had already fucking told Weier that he was going to pick up the goods the next day, but this bitch-raised person still wanted to take action, causing him to have to transfer this batch of goods out.

If it weren't for him, those things that happened later wouldn't have happened, and it wouldn't have caused him to lose... 550,000.

His math is not very good. The principal of 200,000 and the wine that can be sold for 350,000 is exactly 550,000.

Several subordinates standing at the door on duty vaguely heard cursing coming from Haile's room.

Sometimes scolding Weier, sometimes scolding Lans, sometimes scolding Big Poli, as if these three people had done something to his family!

Haile can hide in his manor, let a hundred or so people surround him and protect him, but those high-level cadres can't.

They still have to hand over part of the money they earned to the gang, and then they have many subordinates to support themselves.

Many people think... it's easy to start a gang, but you have to understand that just paying wages to thirty people costs at least 2,000 a month.

You can't just pay them 35. These people joined the gang at a certain risk, besides hoping not to be bullied, the main purpose is to make money.

The income of gang members is definitely higher than the wages of ordinary people.

Besides that, you have to cover their food, clothing, and daily expenses, and even buy them weapons, cars, etc.

They don't pay for consumption in their own bars, restaurants, or entertainment venues, and these all have to be calculated.

A high-level cadre supports thirty subordinates, all added together, it's not enough to use without 4,000 a month. This is the restriction!

Haile was equivalent to seven high-level cadres supporting him alone before, so of course he had money, but for high-level cadres, they were not that rich.

At night, at a corner of 13th Street near the port area in the Empire District, there is an underground bar. This is a business operated by a high-level cadre of the Kamila Gang.

In the Empire District, the Kamila Gang is the most vicious existence. No one makes trouble here, and no one dares to make trouble here, so it actually makes the business here quite good.

People like stable entertainment venues, especially places with complex personnel like this.

In the originally lively bar, suddenly, as a cup filled with more than half of beer was smashed on the ground, people screamed, and the bar became completely "lively".

Security guards rushed over immediately. This was not a trouble between guests and the bar, but a trouble between guests and guests.

A girl brought by a guest said that the other party touched her butt, so it started with an argument, then started to escalate, and in the situation where both sides were drunk, it directly rose to fists and feet.

The number of people on both sides is not small, adding up to about twenty people. For other guests in the bar, watching a free fight is definitely the liveliest program.

The bar's security guards tried to separate them, but a few security guards couldn't separate a battle group of twenty people.

Not only couldn't they do it, but some security guards were also beaten and lost their guns.

The bartender notified the boss immediately, and the bar boss, that is, the high-level cadre who was not named, although he already felt that something was a bit wrong, considering that the bar was one of his main sources of income, he couldn't give it up easily, so he still arranged for a few subordinates to go over.

This also left him with only about ten people around him.

He was a bit uneasy. In the pitch-black night outside the house, it seemed like some monster was hiding, peeking at him in the dark.

He ordered his subordinates to turn on all the lights in the house, but there was still an uneasy feeling, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him.

He couldn't sit or stand still, and from time to time he had to take a weapon and stand at the door to look outside, and then quickly returned to the house. Everyone was tortured by him to the point of being almost neurotic!

The suddenly ringing phone bell made his whole body tremble. He almost pulled the trigger at the phone, but fortunately he controlled himself.

He walked to the phone and picked it up. Inside came the voice of his familiar subordinate, "Boss, people in the bar used guns, you have to come over..."

Although they suppressed the situation at the scene, it also caused a huge impact. If he didn't go over, those people at the scene wouldn't know how to deal with it.

Perhaps it was the night around him that made him feel depressed, and the lively atmosphere of the bar could give him a sense of security. He didn't hesitate for long before agreeing.

"I'll be there immediately, keep an eye on them, and send them to the attic."

After saying this, he summoned his subordinates, "Prepare, we are going to the bar immediately."

Hiding for a few days had already made these people grow mold on their bodies. The departure of their companions just now had already made them red-eyed with jealousy. Now that they heard they could leave and go to the bar, everyone sincerely supported their boss.

Two cars left the villa one after another, driving towards 13th Street.

Actually, it's not far from here to 13th Street, about a ten-minute drive. At first, when he just came out, he was still a bit nervous, but as time passed, nothing unusual happened around, and his heart finally stabilized.

At the same time, he was also complaining in his heart that Haile was really fucking useless, letting everything reach such an uncontrollable and irreversible step.

Actually, he hadn't figured out what exactly made them reach this step, but as a high-level cadre, he didn't think these were his own mistakes.

Just as the thought of whether to leave the Kamila Gang emerged in his heart, when passing an intersection, suddenly, light that was a bit dazzling shone from the side.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the light. The front of a truck hit the side door of the car he was riding in directly.

The huge impact directly caused the carriage to deform, and it pushed the whole car to move horizontally at the intersection!

Just as he pulled out a gun from his arms in horror, but didn't know who to shoot at, accompanied by a violent vibration, everything stopped!

The car was pushed to the corner of the building on the side of the road. The 90-degree corner was deeply embedded in the car body. The doors on both sides couldn't be opened, and the car windows couldn't escape either.

He lowered his body and hid in the back carriage. Outside the car came the "da-da-da" sound of submachine guns and the "pa-pa" sound of pistols, as well as the sound of tires and the ground slipping.

The shootout seemed very intense, but everything happened very briefly. Soon, the gunfire stopped.

He was already covered in sweat. Perhaps thinking that the driver was still here and could fight these people with him, he pushed the driver hard, but when the driver slowly turned his head, he was startled!

The twisted and deformed car body caused the steering wheel to invade the space of the driver's cab. The steering wheel was squeezed on the driver's chest.

Strong light shone in from the other side, illuminating his face that was flushed red, as if it could drip blood.

His eyeballs were also bulging out, and his mouth slowly opened, but not a single syllable could be uttered.

The unnamed cadre was scared into a tremble. For the first time, he was so terrified and afraid.

He just wanted to stay away from this... person. He hid behind the passenger seat. The bright truck headlights made him almost unable to open his eyes. Perhaps it was the narrow space wrapping him, making him feel a trace of... security.

Suddenly, the sound of shoe nails on the ground ringing in his ears made him nervous. He quietly raised his head and looked in the direction the sound came from.

In the dark night, three guys holding submachine guns, wearing trench coats, wearing hats, and the shadows produced by the brims covering their faces, were walking towards him under the light of the truck headlights!

He shrank his body violently, letting himself lie on the bottom of the car as much as possible, praying to the God of the Federalists or the God of the Imperialists, letting all this pass.

The truck slowly left, but he didn't have the slightest joy. When a person appeared outside the car window and saw him, he said in a voice that almost only he could hear—

"Please..."

Just like the countless people who had said this to him, but were still torn up by him, so terrified, and desperate!

"May God bless you, my friend!"

Three gun muzzles instantly burst into sparks with a "da-da-da" sound. A few seconds later, four cars and the truck left here at the same time, leaving only two cars and the bodies inside.

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Back alley ===== CHAPTER 147 =====