Chapter 151: Solution and hug a big thigh first

Actually, when they arrived at the Empire Night Nightclub, they found something wrong.

Before they arrived at Empire Night, the gunfire had already stopped. It is said that about twenty minutes ago, the only car also left suddenly.

People in Empire Night didn't dare to take the risk to go out. The four bodies on the steps were still warning them that this was not a joke, people would really die!

Whose life is not a life?

Everyone has parents, maybe wives and children. They joined the Kamila Gang, or worked here, just to make money!

There is no higher ideal, and even if there is, it has nothing to do with the things happening in front of them!

Plus the manor's phone couldn't get through, which eventually caused such a situation.

The two confidants who just got off the car immediately let the car turn around and return to the manor immediately.

The drivers didn't dare to delay, stepped on the accelerator to the end. Fortunately, there were no cars on the road at night, and no police guarding the traffic lights.

They were deceived. No one stormed the Empire Night Nightclub at all. Lans and his group did this just to mobilize all the people guarding the manor!

The two cursed Lans's shamelessness and despicable behavior while constantly looking around anxiously. Perhaps only by doing so could they reduce some of their anxiety.

However, the two were not too worried, because the safe room was really safe.

Haile's whole family was almost killed by enemies in gang battles, so he cared very much about his safety issues. Not only does his manor have a safe room, but actually there is also a safe room on Empire Night Nightclub.

They had seen that safe room and tried to destroy it.

No matter if it was thermal weapons or anything else, it was very difficult to destroy it.

Haile was not joking about his safety. He even joked that if you want to catch him out of the safe room, except for him coming out voluntarily, even if the Federal Army came, there would be no way!

As long as Haile doesn't do stupid things and run out by himself, then they don't need to worry at all that Lans and his group can hurt Haile.

And what they have to do is to rush back before Lans and his group leave.

Although I don't know if it's too late.

The attitude and thoughts of these two are actually the same as Haile's. You can't always defend passively, you must find a way to take the initiative.

During this period, they had been guarding against Lans's attack and also realized that this was Lans's conspiracy.

But knowing that all this is a conspiracy is of no use.

Either stay in the old nest all the time, waiting for Lans to take the initiative to hit the door.

Or, find a way to lure Lans out, set up an ambush circle in advance, and after he enters, eliminate him and his people.

Many people are observing the development of the situation while thinking about what they should do if they were Haile.

It's just that they found that they didn't seem to be able to do better than Haile.

Although they were lured out this time, for the two of them, they felt that this might not be an opportunity!

"Go, go back immediately!", one of them shouted, and the people beside the car immediately returned to the car. A dozen cars turned around quickly and drove towards the manor.

Eighty-something people, all holding submachine guns, how can they lose?

The dull road was very dull, no one spoke, some people had already prepared for the battle that might break out next, and some people were full of nervous emotions in their hearts.

They already had four high-level cadres die at the hands of this group of Lans. No one knows how many more they can kill, whether it will end here, or continue.

When the motorcade arrived at two-thirds of the road, the first car suddenly lost control of direction and hit the grass on the side of the road. Although the second, third, and fourth cars had noticed, they still lost control one after another.

"It's a triangular nail.", someone got out of the car to check and got a nail from the ground.

Looking at the triangular nail in his hand, the two seemed to have no hope of being able to rush back in time.

They had to abandon the four cars that had blown tires and leave first in other cars.

As for the others, they walked to the manor.

When the motorcade arrived at the manor, they saw the scene before.

A truck's front tire was already trapped in the fountain's pool. The two gates locked with chains were between it and the fountain. The whole manor was quiet, no gunfire, no other sound.

There were no cars here. They seemed to have left. One of the two confidants stamped his feet hatefully, "They left too fast!"

The other shook his head, "It's us who came back too late, nearly an hour. If they find that the safe room can't be entered, they will definitely search and leave. Who would stay until now?"

"But we have to be careful...", they held weapons carefully and walked towards the house, front and back. At this time, they could already hear strange "pa-pa" sounds in their ears.

Confidant A frowned, "Did you hear any sound?"

Confidant B standing in the crowd looked around, "Heard it, but didn't find anything..."

The gate of the manor building is facing the south, and they entered from the east, only able to see the side of the building.

They don't know what made these sounds, but they all think that these sounds came from the house.

At first, this sound made them a bit nervous, but hearing only the sound and seeing no movement made them relax their vigilance quickly.

Until, they could see the gate of the building.

Twenty or so of their people were tied with ropes and hung on the wall from the roof. The sea breeze on the night of December was very strong, and these people were blown to collide and rub against the outer wall.

When someone was blown high by the sea breeze and lost the support of the wind in a very short time, they would hit the wall heavily with a "pa" sound.

The dark brown wall had already turned red and dark. The lights originally used to illuminate the outer wall of the house were now illuminating them.

"Ugh!", someone couldn't help vomiting in disgust. This sound seemed to be contagious, and soon more people started to feel nauseous and disgusted.

The expressions of the two confidants were as black as the bottom of a pot. Confidant A pointed to several subordinates who didn't have a vomiting reaction with a black face, "You guys, go to the roof and put them down."

Several subordinates nodded and ran into the house first. The carpet in the hall had been completely soaked with blood. When stepping on it, there would be a slowly sinking sticky infiltration feeling.

And with every step, you could hear the "pu-chi" sound, making them have some strange feelings psychologically.

A feeling of hair-raising started to linger around them. The manor that they had envied and envied so much before was now so quiet that it made them feel afraid!

Enduring the psychological discomfort, they rushed to the roof and started cutting those ropes with daggers.

On the other side, the two confidant subordinates walked to the study with big strides. They actually already had some ominous premonitions in their hearts.

But until the last moment, they would never believe that Haile would die, in the case of having a safe room!

When they looked through the observation hole on the safe door and saw Haile who was cosplaying a fish, they couldn't speak for a while.

He was floating back and forth in the water, his face as pale as the two confidants outside.

But before they could react, intense gunfire appeared in the manor, and the two pulled out pistols and just poked half their bodies out of the study, and bullets forced them back.

Lans didn't leave!

Lans certainly didn't leave!

He left, where to find these people when he turned back?

So he simply hid the cars, pretending they had already left. These people broke in like this, without even much preparation!

All of them were scattered, and Lans's side used local advantages to constantly swallow the separated gang members. Although the battle was intense, it didn't last for a long time.

Everything outside the house completely disintegrated the resistance will of these people, plus Haile and the two confidants didn't appear, and soon someone collapsed and ran away.

If they didn't run, perhaps the battle would continue for a period of time, but they ran, only making the battle end earlier.

When the two confidants listened to the gunfire outside gradually subsiding, they looked at each other and already realized that everything was finished.

"We surrender...", they took the initiative to throw their guns into the corridor, and then walked out of the study with their hands raised.

But what greeted them was not forgiveness, but bullets!

Several people walked in front of them, raised the submachine guns in their hands, and poured the last bullets in the magazine at them with a "da-da-da" sound.

Looking at the bodies that were not completely dead yet, Lans lit a cigarette, "Forgiving you is God's business, and I, will only solve you!"

He stepped over the two bodies that were about to become corpses and came to the study, picked up the phone, and dialed Mr. Pasreto's number.

After the phone rang for about four rings, it was answered, "The master has already rested. If there is anything unimportant, I can help you transfer it..."

It was the butler's voice. Lans sat on the chair that was the same as the one in the Empire Night office and could completely wrap his body, "I am Lans. The Kamila Gang has become a thing of the past. I hope to get Mr. Pasreto's help."

The butler was stunned for a moment when he heard this, "Haile..."

Lans looked at Haile who was still snorkeling, "He is snorkeling beside me."

However, it seemed the butler didn't have any sense of humor, and didn't seem to understand Lans's words.

"He has been snorkeling for half an hour."

Now he understood, and the butler also seemed to understand this cold joke, and laughed twice, "Please don't hang up..."

The butler put the phone down. Actually, Mr. Pasreto hadn't rested. He had just finished socializing and was enjoying massage service.

There are the most skilled girls from Sumuli Island here. Of course, it's not that kind of skill, but massage skill. They will make Mr. Pasreto's body completely relax and be able to enter a dreamland better.

The butler walked halfway, it seemed that the cold joke was working, and he couldn't help laughing a few times again.

At this time, he was lying on the sofa bed, so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep. The butler's footsteps and laughter made him turn his head and look at the door.

"Master, Mr. Lans's call."

"He solved Haile and his people, the Kamila Gang is finished, he hopes to get your help."

Mr. Pasreto was a bit surprised, "Just now?"

He raised his hand, signaling that the two girls could leave, and didn't forget to say a thank you.

Then he stood up with a bath towel, "Let him wait a while, I'll change my clothes and come over..."

"By the way, what were you laughing at just now?", the look in his eyes looking at the butler was full of probing.

Five minutes later, there were some sounds in Lans's receiver, "Very funny joke, Lans!"

It can be heard that the butler also told this cold joke to Mr. Pasreto. Compared with the butler's lack of humor, Mr. Pasreto, who is obviously better at socializing, has rich humor cells.

"Hope Haile didn't forget his snorkeling equipment...", he said and paused, "What do you think?"

"The Empire District needs people to manage. I am the best person. I have a legal identity certificate of a Federalist and have a very deep friendship with Imperial people."

"I will make this place very stable, and I will find a way to provide more job positions for the people here, and for Federalists."

"Also, I will master more than 8,000 votes at the pier as soon as possible..."

If the previous words only made Mr. Pasreto feel dispensable, then the last sentence made him have some interest.

Being a manager actually doesn't require much personal ability. Management work is not a technical job. You don't need to know what the difference is between one silk and two silks when touching with your fingers.

Nor do you need to be able to make the stitches so dense that you can't pick out any flaws.

You just need to tell people what you can do, but that won't work, and let them understand what the consequences of violating the rules are!

These bottom-level managers in the Federation emerge one after another, not because the Federation produces managers, but because management has no threshold.

But rulers have.

Sometimes there are some regulations that even the highest rulers must follow. Everyone knows the consequences of them not following.

As long as people still follow these rules, then the game factors they set for these rules become exceptionally important.

Like taxes, like unemployment rate, like economic development speed, like... votes!

Many people call "votes" the "foundation of rule". The direct election system of bottom-level rulers makes them have to please all voters. Whoever can influence the attitude of voters can decide who is whose daddy at the bottom, which is also the most real power side.

"8,000 votes are many for other cities, but for here, it still lacks a bit of meaning."

Lans continued, "There are also 120,000 people in the Empire District. I can't guarantee that everyone has a vote, but there are at least about 20,000 legal votes."

This is something Lans has more or less read during the time he was hiding, which is helpful to him, among which the issue of voting rights was mentioned.

After the end of the Civil War, in order to solve the problem of cotton-picking experts and the increasing number of immigrant citizenship rights, Federalists pushed a new amendment, which is the Voting Rights Act.

This act stipulates that male cotton-picking experts and male immigrants all have the qualifications to possess voting rights, but at the same time, it also stipulates that they "must be people who are helpful to society".

Then how to confirm that a cotton-picking expert or immigrant male is helpful to society?

Actually, the Federal government and capitalists realized this point very early—

At the very beginning, before this amendment, they stipulated that the landlord class was the master of the Federation, but with the changes of the times, wanting everyone to be a great farm owner, a great landlord is unlikely.

This requires flexibility.

How to be flexible?

Either you pay taxes, letting people know that you are at least middle class, or even a capitalist, who has voting rights inherently, or you consume a lot.

This kind of consumption is not saying that others buy a donut, you buy two, it proves you can consume more than others, and you have to give you voting rights.

You have to buy a house!

Now immigrants or cotton-picking experts go to participate in serious political activities and advocate their own rights. They will ask you if you drove here, and then ask where your house is in which community.

Not "the house you rent" or "where you live now", but "the house you bought, in which community".

You can buy a house, or you pay a large amount of taxes, you are a person who contributes to society, others are not!

So the content of the new amendment is very simple: must be a Federal citizen born in the Federation, and possess real estate belonging to oneself or have a long-term tax payment certificate, and be an adult male over 21 years old, to obtain voting rights.

That is, the right to vote.

Actually, this article doesn't say cotton-picking and immigrants, many local citizens can't reach the requirement.

A house of a few thousand yuan looks very cheap, but who the fuck can use 20 years of savings to buy a house just for voting rights?

Many local citizens of the Federation are renting houses to live. This part of people also doesn't possess voting rights.

With the recent promotion of the equal rights movement, it is said that Congress has started to discuss whether to give women the most basic political respect, which is to let "women who are helpful to society" obtain votes.

However, I think most women can't obtain votes, because most of them don't have their own real estate.

But the pier, it is not as unbearable as Mr. Pasreto said. The Empire District can only produce 10,000 or 20,000 votes, and one pier can produce at least 8,000 votes. You can imagine the gold content here.

And, workers have power!

Mr. Pasreto in the receiver had been thinking, and after a while, "You have to be able to do this, I can speak for you."

"And I want to ask, what can you do for me, if I help you."

Lans took a deep breath of smoke and exhaled slowly. Mr. Pasreto on the other end of the phone couldn't follow the phone line to see Lans at this time, who was quite dancing with joy.

"I can help you wash money cleaner with a smaller price, more votes, and greater social influence."

After Mr. Pasreto finished listening, he didn't say yes or no, "Are you going to join my family?"

"No, I serve you!"

One is a master-servant relationship, one is a subordinate relationship. Mr. Pasreto didn't rush to refuse or be unhappy, but seriously thought about the feasibility of this matter.

The conditions Lans proposed, honestly, are still very attractive.

Plus the relationship between Alberto and him, Mr. Pasreto finally had a decision, "Okay, but you also have to pay money on time like other families or gangs!"

Lans stood up all of a sudden, "No problem, Mr. Pasreto!"

"Sir?"

"Boss!" ===== CHAPTER 152 =====

"Sir?"

"Boss!"