Chapter 158: Caught, rumors, and the branch

When Hiram kicked his abdomen, the young man felt as if a tendon on his whole body had been pulled up at once.

He curled up into a ball at once! Hiram shook his hair, raised his foot, and kicked him fiercely. "Not finding a job, robbing a store?"

"And firing a gun?"

Originally, there were some people on the side of the road who showed unbearable expressions, but after Hiram said these words, they were all stunned one after another, and then realized that this group of young people were the ones who robbed the small shop yesterday.

They not only robbed the money and commodities but also fired a gun and injured the shop boss. If it weren't for the doctor's successful rescue, the person might have been gone.

But even so, not considering the high rescue expenses, just hearing that half of his liver was cut off made people feel terrified and angry!

No one wanted this kind of thing to happen to themselves, and it was in a situation where they hadn't provoked anyone. Anyone could encounter this kind of situation.

The encounter of the small shop boss spread in the Imperial District in a very short time. People were very angry, and they had already found out who one of them was.

Some people spontaneously went to the entrance of the branch to provide clues, but the police's statement was "We are investigating," and they asked the public "not to interfere with judicial procedures," letting them best not do anything.

They also said that after they knew who robbed the shop, shouting it out would very likely let the criminals escape in advance, making them fall into a passive position.

But the police themselves didn't do anything, just two police officers recorded it after hearing these things, and then returned to the police station.

This dissatisfied emotion had been piling up, which also made some people very confused.

They wanted to do something, so that this country, this society at least wouldn't deviate so much from their cognition of here, but they couldn't do anything.

At this time, when someone did something about this matter, they suddenly felt a kind of indescribable comfort.

The faces of some people who knew about this matter all revealed faint smiles. Evil was judged, and evil ultimately couldn't defeat justice.

Although this justice was a bit strange, at least it wasn't in the same boat as evil, and judged the other party, wasn't it?

Suddenly, a gunshot came from the other side. Hiram shrank his neck, and then Mo Lisi's scolding came. Hiram pulled out a pistol from his bosom and ran over.

Laun looked at the two rookies and pointed to the young man on the ground. "Continue to beat him, but don't beat him to death."

He also pulled out a pistol and followed Hiram across the road.

Across the road, Mo Lisi hid behind the corner of the wall. In the car, and the two young people were hiding behind the car.

Hiram ran to his side. "Shot?"

Mo Lisi shook his head, breathing heavily, and lifted his windbreaker. There was a hole on it.

Hiram hurriedly touched him, and indeed didn't touch any wound, which made him feel relieved.

"This son of a bitch!" He quickly stretched his head and took a look. That guy had already run out.

People watching around had long screamed and hid.

He directly opened the car door of the co-pilot where Mo Lisi was sitting, and Laun squeezed in.

Mo Lisi signaled the driver to get off, sat in the driver's seat himself, released the brake with force, and stepped on the accelerator to the end.

The tires were smoking and slipping. The whole car shook twice in place, and then rushed out violently.

People, after all, couldn't run faster than cars.

Hiram and Laun sat in the co-pilot and the position behind the co-pilot one after another. When approaching the young man running frantically, both of them stretched out their pistols from the car window.

Bang bang bang bang, several shots in a row. The young man holding the revolver suddenly staggered a few steps and almost fell. He leaned against the shop window on the side of the wall and stabilized his center of gravity, continuing to run forward.

But the speed obviously dropped.

After running about ten steps, he fell to the ground head-first, and the gun in his hand couldn't be held, falling to the ground.

Mo Lisi shifted gears, pulled the brake, and the car drove onto the sidewalk with a creak.

When Hiram and Laun got off the car, the young man had already started to cry.

"Spare me... Mom!"

This was the closest time to death for Mo Lisi except for the alley battle that day. He pulled out the gun he carried and rushed to the young man's side.

Hiram had already kicked the revolver to the side. Mo Lisi was cursing while emptying the magazine.

According to the fine tradition of the Lanse Family, Hiram and Laun also shot all the bullets.

The young man lay on the ground, because constant love was poured into his body, and he shed the last drop of tears with emotion.

The tense muscles and fearful expression also gradually eased and became calm.

When the empty chamber sound of click-click-click came out, Hiram pulled out the magazine and changed to a new magazine.

Some people hid in the alley looking at them, some hid in the shop, and the street was quiet as death.

He glanced at the shop window glass of two shops on the side of the road that he and Laun had broken when shooting in the car, and walked straight over.

Countless gazes moved with his footsteps, and the heart tide also rose and fell with it.

He walked to one shop first. There were three guests in the shop, plus the boss, four people. They all stood in the corner, lowering their heads, very afraid.

Hiram's body was still carrying a thick evil spirit. Although he looked very stupid now, no one dared to underestimate him.

"Accidentally broke your glass..." He raised his thumb and gestured toward the shop window that had already cracked behind him, then took out five dollars and put it on the counter. "This is the glass money for you."

"If the money isn't enough, you can come to the Lanse Family to find me, and I will make it up to you."

The boss was so scared that he didn't know what to say. Hiram saw his trembling appearance, couldn't help but laugh, walked over, and patted his shoulder. "I don't eat people, brother!"

Saying that, he turned and left, going to another shop. This was a bakery, and there were still some fresh bread in the shop window.

Looking at the bread under the glass slag, Hiram rolled his eyes, took out two five-dollar bills, and put them on the counter. "Compensating for your glass and bread. I don't know if it's enough."

The boss was a young couple. There were also several guests in the bakery standing blankly by the dining table.

The couple nodded repeatedly, bending over slightly. "Enough, sir, enough. It doesn't need so much money..."

They said they still wanted to return the money to Hiram. Hiram refused. "If there's more, give me... a bag of donuts. They all love to eat this."

The young couple saw some incredible things from each other's eyes, but soon they prepared a large bag of donuts and handed it over. They didn't look as scared and uneasy as they were at the beginning.

"I hope I didn't scare you. Please believe me, this street will soon return to quiet. Good day!"

He left the bakery carrying the bag of donuts, leaving only some people looking at each other.

"They look... seem a bit different from those other gangs."

The young couple said softly. Ten dollars was indeed far more than their loss.

That glass probably cost three-plus dollars, and the bread below was actually only worth two or three dollars. Giving ten dollars was indeed too much, even if they filled a whole bag of donuts.

But this wasn't a question of whether the money was much or little, but that these people would actually compensate for their losses!

Several guests who were eating bread also walked to the shop window one after another and looked outside.

An older old man couldn't help but say, "Yesterday... a shop a few streets away was robbed by five young people, and they also fired a gun and injured the boss. It should be these people."

"My God, how is that injured boss?"

This older old man seemed very talkative, and the news was also very well-informed. "His liver and spleen were removed because the injury was very serious. I heard that he now even needs to scoop out his stool from the opening on his stomach..."

"Too terrible!" Other guests exclaimed one after another.

These exclamations made the old man realize the meaning and value of his words. "So I think their approach isn't extreme at all. You should think about it. If no one comes to manage these lawless people, perhaps we will be the next victim."

"If someone must hold a gun, I hope it's them. At least they know to compensate after breaking your shop window and bread."

Several people didn't make a sound, carefully savoring the words the old man said, but they didn't know that soon the injured old man who only had a large part of his liver cut off would become a vegetable in the rumors...

Of course, this actually didn't have much relationship with them, or rather, it had a relationship with everyone. If the shop owner was "said to death" by people, then every link of spreading rumors was a murderer and participant!

Outside the door, Laun had already taken out a waterproof cloth from the trunk and covered the whole trunk. The two of them lifted the corpse and threw it in.

Laun drove away directly. He had to go back and handle the corpse well.

Perhaps it was because this guy was shot to death on the street, and the guy who just came out of the antique shop also gave up running away.

Four people were beaten fiercely and brought onto the car, disappearing on the street quickly.

About ten-plus minutes later, two more cars came. Several young people wearing work clothes brushed the blood residue left on the ground. They even seemed to use some chemical agents...

The police arrived here twenty minutes later, but they didn't get any information. Almost everyone didn't remember what those shooters looked like, didn't remember what color their car was, and didn't know what kind of person was shot and taken away.

Collective amnesia!

At this time, Nick, who was in the hospital, looked at his father who was dying on the hospital bed. The anger and hatred in his eyes seemed to be about to ignite the air with sparks!

Of course, dying was just his performance now. Extremely weak, but it didn't mean he was really going to be gone.

Looking at the money, the doctors snatched his life from the hands of the god of death. He was already awake now, just a bit too weak.

"I will definitely make them pay the price!" Nick's voice squeezed out from the gaps in his teeth. Anyone could hear the hatred in his words.

The old man shook his head slightly and closed his eyes, seeming a bit tired. After a while, he opened them. "After reporting to the police, just forget it. They are all desperate people. You don't need to take risks for me. That's not worth it."

Nick didn't speak. The old man knew his youngest son had the most stubborn temper. "I will get better. Let's forget about this. This is the Federation, not the Empire."

While they were talking, Nick's eldest nephew suddenly rushed in with a face full of surprise. "They were caught!"

Other relatives in the room all stood up one after another, revealing the same surprised expressions. Nick also stood up suddenly and looked at him. "If you don't want your butt to blossom, it's best to finish the words in one breath."

Nick's brother also asked, "Did the police catch them?"

"Are they locked in the branch or the city bureau now?"

Criminal cases were basically handled by the city police bureau, but there were also some injury cases that didn't cause serious consequences, which would be handled by the branch.

There was more light in the old man's eyes.

The child shook his head and laughed loudly twice. "It wasn't the police who caught them. The police didn't even do anything. It was the Lanse Family's people!"

"They went to the 11th Street side to fence stolen goods this morning, and then were seen, and then the Lanse Family's people came over."

"Several of them even tried to escape, and someone fired a gun, and then the one who fired the gun was shot to death directly on the street by them!"

"The others were all taken away. Now everyone is discussing this matter..."

As he spoke, his expression was still a bit strange.

Nick was already so surprised that he couldn't speak!

"Anything else?"

His nephew glanced at his grandfather lying on the hospital bed and said a bit hesitantly, "They said grandfather's organs in his stomach were all cut off, and he has become a vegetable."

Although hearing this kind of rumor would make people very unhappy, the people in the room all laughed at this time. Nick was also laughing. He turned and sat back, sitting by the hospital bed. "Heard it?"

"They all say you are about to be finished. You have to get better quickly and let them be surprised!"

The old man also laughed twice, but his expression immediately became serious. "How do you know the Lanse Family's people?"

"What did you promise them to find them for help?"

Nick knew his father liked those gangs the least. When the old man came here, it was the period when the Kamila Gang was most active.

Not fighting, then kidnapping, extortion, and blackmail. In order not to let the people who were extorted go to the police station to report them and add trouble to themselves, regardless of whether they could get the ransom or not, they would tear up the ticket in the end.

This made Imperial people very afraid, afraid of the Kamila Gang, and also afraid of all gangs.

Nick told the process and result of the matter, and his voice wasn't small, which also let other relatives hear it. "I didn't pay any price, Dad."

"I saw Mr. Lanse. He is very young, but on him, I saw the bearing that only big shots have."

"I told him about the things we encountered, and requested him to help us, and then... you saw it. Things the police couldn't do, they have already done!"

After listening, the old man was silent for a long time. "Go to the warehouse to get some gifts, take the family members to thank Mr. Lanse and others. He helped us, and we should also know how to be grateful."

Nick nodded. "I will."

The old man nodded. "Go now."

After coming out of the hospital, he returned directly to the warehouse behind the shop. He didn't know what to take, and finally took out two bottles of wine he brewed himself from a very secret place, wrapped them in paper, and carried them on his body.

Just after coming out of the shop, some old neighbors surrounded him. They just saw Nick enter the shop.

"We are all concerned about your father's situation. I heard he has become a vegetable. I heard there is a psychic in the Xilin District..."

Nick raised his hand with a smile. "Stop, stop. My father's situation is very good, and he can be discharged from the hospital after a period of time."

"I don't know who you heard these things from, but it's very clear that these are all rumors!"

The old neighbors were stunned for a moment, and then started to congratulate him. After all, this was indeed considered a good thing.

Immediately, someone who was well-informed asked, "I heard you asked the Lanse Family's people for help?"

Nick didn't deny it. "Mr. Lanse is very young, but also very reasonable. He understood my difficulties, sympathized with my encounter, so he helped me."

"So the rumor is true?" someone exclaimed. "I heard they were just caught and shot to death on the street!"

People around whose versions were lagging also let out exclamations. "My God, this is too terrible!"

But others didn't care about these. They recorded these rumors. In order to prove their authenticity in the process of spreading, and to add their own sense of participation, they often continued to polish some, and then used "I saw it with my own eyes" to increase authenticity.

Nick watched them discuss hotly, said goodbye to them, and then went to the Wanli Office with his family.

But it was a pity that Lanse wasn't there now. Elvin received them and accepted the gifts they brought, and indicated that he would convey their gratitude to Mr. Lanse.

At this time, Lanse had already been called over by the Imperial District Branch Chief, and was in his office.

"... Now the rumors on the street are very bad. People are saying everything, and these rumors will make me very passive."

"They will think I am an incompetent branch chief, or even not as good as the head of a family."

The Imperial District Branch Chief, Bulu, was a big-bearded man. His skin was very white, and his beard was thick and black. He should be a mixed-blood of multiple bloodlines.

But because he mixed relatively well, or mixed relatively early, he had already become a "pure-blood" federal person.

He looked at Lanse, his expression a bit unhappy. This was his habitual technique. "We let you solve the chaotic street problems, not let you solve them with this method."

Lanse looked at some trophies and medals on the wall behind him. It was a small honorary wall.

Looking at Lanse's absent-minded appearance, he knocked on the table forcefully. "Pay attention to your attitude, Lanse."

"I don't know how you convinced those big shots, but this is the Imperial District Branch. Here, I am the one who has the final say."

"You have to learn, and must respect me!"

Lanse's gaze returned from the honorary wall to Bulu's face. "Within a week, those vicious cases in the Imperial District will completely disappear. Even petty theft, I will make them not appear so often. Here will become one of the administrative districts with the highest public security rate in New Jincheng..." ===== CHAPTER 159 =====