Chapter 147: Attitude and rumors and escape monthly ticket 6661

The "woo-woo" police soon appeared at the intersection. A landlord of a house stood in front of the police and complained.

The outer wall of his house was violently hit, and the windows were even a bit cracked!

But he didn't know who to find for this matter, he could only find the police, and he was also the first to call the police.

He thought it was a car accident, until he heard the intense gunfire.

Officer Hunter put on gloves, lifted the warning tape, and stepped into the scene. Two cars, one stopped in the middle of the road, one close to the wall, and the car body was severely deformed.

He first walked towards the car stopped in the middle of the road. Just a casual glance, he had a very familiar feeling, just like... the situation of this car had been seen somewhere.

Where had he seen it?

Many crime scenes flashed through his mind, and finally locked onto the photo of the gang shootout scene not long ago. Weier died outside the car, and all the cars at the scene were like this, covered in bullet holes.

The scene had high-wattage lighting equipment, which clearly found the tire skid marks on the ground.

"The attackers had at least two cars. They shot around this car. The people sitting inside didn't even react before they were all killed."

"Very professional, and very sharp technique. These people are old hands.", Officer Hunter walked to the side of the car and glanced inside. The four people were dead thoroughly.

"The forensic doctor hasn't come?"

"Not yet, they said the car keys couldn't be found."

He shook his head slightly, then walked towards the car that was twisted and deformed at the corner of the wall. The police officer responsible for maintaining order at the scene followed behind him.

While walking, he introduced the situation here to him, "The one who died is a high-level cadre of the Kamila Gang. He was first hit by a truck, and then it pushed him and hit him on this corner of the wall."

"The driver died of compressive asphyxiation, no other injuries."

"... This... guy died of close-range strafing by a submachine gun."

"At least more than a pound.", Officer Hunter suddenly said a sentence, which made the police officer responsible for the scene a bit confused.

"Sorry, Officer Hunter, what did you just say?"

Officer Hunter withdrew his head from the car window, walked outside the warning tape, took out a cigarette and lit it.

He had just eaten something as a midnight snack for his shift, and then saw such a bloody scene. Although he had seen more disgusting ones, it indeed made people feel uncomfortable. First smoke a cigarette to suppress the shock.

"I said, this unlucky guy has at least more than a pound of bullet heads in his body."

After he finished speaking, he spat out a puff of smoke, "For this case, you guys first clean up the evidence at the scene, and then send it to my office later. I am responsible for this case."

Weier, Liam, plus this unlucky guy.

Officer Hunter had heard about the shootout between the Kamila Gang and the Lans family, and was also exceptionally surprised by the final result. Undoubtedly, they started their revenge.

He looked around. Actually, there was nothing at the scene and evidence to collect. He had seen the crime scenes of this group of people, and they were all handled very cleanly.

Sometimes they were so experienced that they didn't look like a small team that had just been established at all, but sometimes, they were indeed very immature.

At least in how to make others hear clearly what they said, they were still very immature.

After Hunter returned to the police station, he asked the assistant director who was on duty, "I went to the scene, it is very likely that Lans and his people did it."

"Someone said they saw three people shooting around that car. They shot at least sixty bullets into his body, which is another interesting challenge for the forensic doctor."

Finding every bullet head from the broken pieces of internal organs might be a good game for the forensic doctor when he is bored.

"Director, should we warn them, or...", or what he didn't continue to say.

The assistant director was smoking a pipe. He didn't like pipes. Who the fuck can like pipes and stuff tobacco into it themselves?

But he wouldn't say it. Sometimes he would even bring some tobacco to Director Chali.

It was clearly bought at a high price, but it had to be packed in a worthless box, and falsely claimed that it was made by a country relative.

Everyone has moments they cannot resist.

The assistant director knew what Officer Hunter meant. He pondered for a while, "Go and make contact."

Officer Hunter stood up with a cheeky face, saluted very casually, and walked to the door while saying, "I will come over as soon as I have news."

"But it's unlikely we'll find him during this time. They have all disappeared!"

Soon, people who should know about this matter all knew about it. Lans started his revenge!

And, they also knew, this was just a beginning!

The next morning, Weilian drove his worthless car to the dedicated parking lot of the City Hall. Just after getting out of the car, he heard people discussing the shooting case last night.

Six people, five shot dead. This case spread very quickly among some people.

And the name "Lans" also attracted his attention. He silently remembered it in his heart.

After arriving at the office, after he simply handled the work in his hands, he found a friend with a good relationship.

The two carried cups to the tea room. This is a good place to slack off. The old coffee machine gave them a suitable reason to stay here for a longer time.

Weilian stood in front of the coffee machine and hammered this broken machine hard, "I heard that they changed the toilets in the whole building, but only the coffee machine wasn't changed."

His colleague couldn't help laughing, "Although the coffee machine is old and broken, it can at least be used. If the toilet explodes, then it's not a question of whether to go to the toilet or not."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Weilian talked about things he didn't know much about, "I heard people say Lans and some gang, what happened to them?"

His colleague obviously knew more about these things than him, "Lans is the Lans family, an organization in the Triangle District that is... similar to a neighborhood family."

"Can't really say, I don't know much, they don't collect protection fees, nor do they rob or coerce others, they just lend money to people who need to borrow money, and also help illegal immigrants find jobs."

"Sometimes I think they should be the ones coming here to work, because they do more than us!"

Solving the problem of residents not having money, helping capitalists find cheap labor, solving the problem of illegal immigrants causing the city's public security to decline, maybe there are others, in short, they indeed solved a lot of trouble.

Much stronger than some people who only know how to sit in the office and give orders.

"And then?", Weilian started to boil coffee, which takes a bit of time, "What happened to them?"

"The Kamila Gang said they had some conflicts with them, I don't know much, and then two of their cadres died."

"You know, they take this kind of thing very seriously, it's a matter of face, so they decided to take revenge."

"Then the two groups of people had a shootout for an hour. The Kamila Gang fought with the Lans family for more than an hour with more people against fewer, hundreds of people died, and they actually lost."

"Hundreds of people?", Weilian asked in disbelief!

His colleague didn't think the number he said was exaggerated at all, "Are you listening to you or listening to me?"

Weilian was stunned for two seconds, "Listen to you."

"Then shut up!", his colleague seemed very engaged, talking with great enthusiasm, "Then yesterday was the revenge of the Lans family, and the one who died was still a high-level cadre of the Kamila Gang."

"If you go to the Empire District now, you can find that there are many Kamila Gang people on the street, they are looking for Lans family people everywhere."

"As long as they enter the Empire District, they will definitely be discovered!"

"Also, Weilian, you can take the coffee pot down!"

"What?", he turned his head, saw the coffee pot whose lid was about to be pushed up, and hurriedly took it down from the dedicated small stove, "God, almost spilled out."

While pouring coffee, he asked, "Then now?"

His colleague shrugged, "Not clear, but revenge will definitely not end. We are all guessing to what extent it will eventually develop."

Weilian returned to the office with a heavy heart. It wasn't that he was worried about Lans, but that he was worried about his daughter.

Finding such a boyfriend, will she be implicated?

At the same time, the seed of desire planted by Lans in his heart also received its first irrigation and started to sprout.

He is a true Federalist. If you don't consider the level of official position, he can be said to be an orthodox Federalist.

From his family's ancestors, they were great farm owners. He knows better than Lans what the core of this society is.

If Lans can make a name for himself this time, perhaps for him, it is also an opportunity.

He is now urgently wanting to contact Lans, but can't contact him. This has to go back and ask his daughter.

Actually, it's not just him, or Patricia who can't contact Lans, even Alberto can't contact him.

This also led to their trip to Yalan possibly having to be postponed, but he didn't care. He also wanted to know the result, many people wanted to know.

Even some people in the Five Great Families started to notice Lans and the Lans family.

The death of a companion was enough to make the remaining four high-level cadres of the Kamila Gang panic. One of the guys decided to go to the countryside to hide.

He didn't even dare to take too many people away, but took advantage of the night to take two confidants and ran away in the middle of the night.

Of course, he also explained to other subordinates what to do, wait for him to come back.

The overnight road made the three of them mentally exhausted. In order to go a little further, they drove until noon before stopping at a motel on the side of the road.

After the three of them slept happily and woke up, it was already dark.

Actually, the time wasn't too late, but in winter, it gets dark earlier.

There is a small restaurant downstairs in the motel. The three of them ordered some things that could fill their stomachs. Now they are no longer pursuing richness and deliciousness.

While they were wolfing down their food, they were discussing some subsequent itineraries, and guessing the situation in the city now.

"We also have our people in Xigu City. Let's go there and hide for a period of time first. When the situation here stabilizes, we will consider whether to come back."

"I don't think highly of Haile at all now. He is not heroic at all. He should take responsibility for the trouble he caused, but he is hiding at home and not coming out now, making us targets!"

When the three were talking, the bell hanging on the restaurant door suddenly rang with a "ding-a-ling".

The sleepy girl stood up and said the welcome words "Welcome to Oasis Motel Restaurant" with a forced smile.

Four guys wearing long trench coats, wearing hats, and wearing formal suits with red ties walked in.

This kind of high-end clothing made the girl lift her spirits a bit, but these people didn't seem to be here to eat. They suddenly turned around and looked at the three people eating next to them.

Just as the girl was about to tell them that ordering was at the bar, the four of them pulled out submachine guns from the hems of their trench coats in a neat movement, leaving her stunned... ===== CHAPTER 148 =====