Chapter 196: Overnight

"We talked about this, Bill."

"Now you can give me an answer. Our time is limited. Don't waste each other's lives, okay?"

Bill glanced at the cadres sitting beside him, somewhat unhappy. "I said, I need time to consider..."

Before the phone call was finished, Lans hung up.

Bill looked at the receiver and felt very unhappy, but it was very difficult to make any decision. Perhaps seeing his emotional change, a senior cadre asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

He hesitated for a while. "Lans's call, wanting us to give up the territory of the Empire District to him. I didn't agree."

He didn't not agree, but needed to consider it. This was a subtle, skillful expression.

A considerable part of the senior cadres in the office suddenly became unhappy.

"Why does he ask us to do this?"

"And we seem to have no conflict with their business, but they have been using cheap alcohol to squeeze the sales of our bars."

"We didn't find trouble for him; he actually had the nerve to find trouble for us?"

Some people also shouted loudly, "Let him try and see if we can hurt him!"

Now, the emotions of these people were amplified in a collective environment, and even Bill couldn't easily make a decision contrary to their thoughts.

He was just such a person. As he got older, sometimes he hoped more that others would bear the responsibility, rather than himself.

He figured out some things and slapped the table, also becoming tough. "Yes, you are very right. This is the territory we fought for ourselves. Why give it to him?"

"If he wants to come and take it, he must be prepared to have a tooth broken!"

"Let the brothers in the Empire District pay attention and be careful that they will do it directly..."

Soon, the object of people's discussion changed from "Did Poli set off the bomb" to "How are we going to confront Lans and crush him." Although they thought quite well, Bill always felt some unease.

Always felt that there might be some trouble, and at the same time, was also curious about what prompted Lans to make a decision so quickly.

Didn't he say he would consider it for a few days?

But what Bill didn't know was that Lans couldn't wait anymore, and wouldn't give him time to consider again.

Considered for a few days and still have to fucking consider; does this kind of thing need to be considered for so long?

To put it bluntly, Bill was too indecisive. He was already old. Lans decided to help him so he could make a decision.

Lans, who hung up the phone, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

Aierwen happened to push the door and enter. As soon as he came in, he heard Lans's question to him: "Where are our new gentlemen?".

This happened to be an opportunity to test whether these people were reliable.

Some people always talk very fiercely, making it seem like everyone is a super killing machine on the battlefield, but when they are really needed, they all turn into lambs of God.

"They are arranging training plans. We plan to rotate the people in our hands for training."

This was Lans's plan, letting more family members accept some militarized training. Even if it was only for a week, it could allow them to have some good progress in execution and combat.

"Call them over. I have work to arrange for them. In addition, find some combat captains to come over."

Aierwen nodded while asking curiously, "Is there an action?"

Lans didn't deny it. "We don't have time to wait for Bill to make a decision, and I'm worried that once the development trend of the situation becomes clear, he won't lay out the port area on a large scale, but instead might squeeze toward our side."

"So we must drive them out before they react."

Aierwen was slightly worried. "Didn't Chief Bulu say..."

Branch Director Chief Bulu's meaning was to find a way to let the Red Dog Gang make the first move, so that Lans's counterattack wouldn't be considered touching the rule of "destroying social order."

But now, it couldn't be cared about anymore. Regardless of who set the bomb, the order of society had been broken!

He shook his head. "Don't worry about this; they can't worry about us."

Soon, over a dozen veterans and seven or eight combat captains gathered in the office. Lans stood by the window, watching the police cars turning around in the street.

The bombing case made the law enforcement department nervous. Chief Bulu had just called him to tell him to calm down recently.

However, obviously, he couldn't calm down.

"Lans, everyone is here."

Lans's gaze was taken back from the outside and transferred to these people in the room. He walked to the table and sat on the edge of the table.

"You probably already know that an idiot bombed the Hazardous Materials Administration and also blew up a senior agent."

"Next, the situation in the entire New Jincheng will have some unexpected changes. Before these changes affect us, we must complete the unification of the Empire District."

"Bill of the Red Dog Gang is hesitant, and his attitude toward doing things is as hesitant as the bitches under him, so let's help him."

"They still have about four bars and several in the Empire District. Your task is to handle these bars and drive them out."

"But I must remind you of one point: try not to set fires."

"There are many old buildings in the Empire District. These old buildings haven't been fireproofed. Once ignited, it's easy to form a fire, and then it will become a huge trouble."

"Drive them out. If they counterattack, let go and mess them up!"

Aierwen stood there. "Where do I go?"

Lans walked to a wooden board and picked up a pen to draw a circle on the map. "You come with me. We'll go to their biggest strip club here..."

In the evening, the neon sign of the Flower Sea Strip Club lit up. This was the biggest business place of the Red Dog Gang in the Empire District.

Here, not only legal oral sex business is operated, but also illegal call-girl business.

However, although Bill was indecisive, he was still very cautious in operating criminal businesses.

The call-girl transaction didn't happen here, but in the old apartment next door.

A total of 36 rooms. It is said that when the business was hottest, the girls brought guests and had to queue to find empty rooms.

However, as it had been operating for more than ten years, the business gradually wasn't as good as before.

The girls were getting old. Even if the girls were rotated from time to time, after more than ten years, the guests were already familiar with every girl here.

This kind of thing sells a sense of freshness. When the girls and the johns are as familiar as a husband and wife without a marriage certificate, the guests can't get excited.

This actually isn't a matter of taste, because their taste has never changed; they have always favored young new faces.

However, even so, this is still a very lively place. Striptease, alcohol, and sex—under the night, these things always attract people's attention.

Today, quite a few young people are standing at the door of the Flower Sea Strip Club. They stand together in groups of three or five, communicating in low voices.

Looking at it makes people feel a bit strange. Guests entering the club also found that there were more "people" today than usual.

However, soon these guests relaxed. Those strangers wouldn't affect them seeking pleasure here.

Under the dual anesthesia of alcohol and sex, soon they forgot about these.

Time ticked by and reached 10 o'clock, which was also the best time for the club's business.

From time to time, one could see girls taking guests away from the club and coming to the old apartment next door.

Guests need to pay 2.50 to take the girls upstairs.

There is a role similar to an apartment administrator in the lobby management office on the first floor. When the guest pays the money to him, he will record something in a book and then take a key for the other party.

The key has a door number, allowing them to find the room according to these numbers.

Generally, these guests will come out in at most ten minutes. Very few people can persist after 20 or 30 minutes. After all, every girl here has her own specialty in this regard.

Some are technical types. Their talent might not be very outstanding, but they have acquired some very special abilities through exercise, letting people surrender unexpectedly in a struggle.

There are also talented types. They don't need to do anything; they just need to lie there, and soon the guests will surrender themselves.

As for wanting to stay a bit longer?

The thugs below will tell you, this is impossible!

Quite a few gang members gathered here. As time passed, these people were also a bit sleepy.

Just at this time, the car lights suddenly lit up at the street corner in the distance. In this day and age, there are few people who can afford a car. Three pairs of car lights illuminated the road in the night, also making these members at the door of the Red Dog Gang alert.

The three senior cadres playing cards in the manager's office also received the news. They put down the poker in their hands and brought weapons to the door.

The speed of those three cars wasn't fast. It took several minutes to arrive at the door of the club.

The car window in the back seat of the middle car was rolled down. The neon lights and lights of the Flower Sea Strip Nightclub illuminated his face. He turned his head to look at those people on the steps through the car window, his expression calm, even somewhat indifferent.

There wasn't a shred of fear on his face. The people who got off from other cars stood in front of his car, eight people, standing in a row.

You know, at this time, the people he had here, added together, were less than ten.

The senior cadre of the Red Dog Gang also saw Lans. "Lans, this isn't a place you should come to. Leave here now, and I can act as if you didn't come."

Lans took off his black sheepskin gloves. He took out a cigarette, and Hiram bent over to light it for him. He exhaled smoke, looking at the people on the steps. "What if I say no?"

The senior cadre who spoke, wearing red sequined clothes, seemed to have heard the funniest thing. He made a "ha" sound, then spread his hands and turned around in place.

"I have so many people, what do you have?"

Lans was still looking at him as calmly as before. "Is it powerful because there are many people?"

Perhaps it was the surrounding crowd that made him feel a sense of security. He slightly raised his chin, looking at Lans with his nostrils. "Many people are powerful!"

Just when he was complacent, suddenly someone elbowed him, signaling him to look around.

Around, many people wearing black felt hats, black trench coats, and red armbands walked out from the darkness.

Their clothing blended into the night, and it was hard to be discovered just now, so no one found that there weren't no people around, but that there were people.

When these people kept surrounding, just this process brought great psychological pressure to the people of the Red Dog Gang, so much so that they didn't dare to act rashly!

The Red Dog Gang no longer had an advantage in numbers, and since no one knew if there were more people in that pitch-black darkness, they all fell into silence.

The senior cadre in red sequins also felt his scalp heating up, and there was a dry mouth.

"Do you still think you have many people now?"

The expression of the red-sequined cadre standing on the steps was very ugly. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Lans shook his head slightly and made a "do it" gesture. Those people in front of his car seemed to have received some signal and neatly took out submachine guns from the hem of their trench coats.

The three senior cadres standing on the steps and the confidants beside them had already realized something. Whether they were preparing to pull out their guns to fight back or planning to escape, it was already too late!

The guy wearing red sequins who talked to Lans and was very flashy looked at the pitch-black gun barrels. He actually didn't move at all at this time, just foolishly looking at them, and then said a "fuck."

The next second, eight submachine guns fired at the same time. The hot bullets not only dispelled the cold in the night but also dispelled the silence of the night.

The sound of shooting "da da da" resounded through the entire night sky, accompanied by screams and cries from inside the club, adding a touch of New Jincheng style to the silent night sky!

The entire process lasted less than 15 seconds. Those who actually died from the shooting were only the senior cadres and core captains in the middle. On the contrary, those small fry around didn't have much casualties.

As long as they didn't mess around, no bullets would chase them. Lans was sometimes very merciful.

Hiram carried a pistol and stepped onto the steps in a few steps, clearing the magazine directly at the few corpses on the ground. He maintained the style of the Lans family very well—making the forensic doctor spend several times the time to find the bullets, as well as puzzles.

The members of the Red Dog Gang around were terrified. Some silently raised their hands and knelt down, and then more people did.

Soon, the thugs at the door were all kneeling in several rows on the ground. Honestly, the weather was still very cold, and the ground was cold and hard, a bit painful.

But compared to a headache, obviously, a knee ache was acceptable!

Lans took the last puff of smoke and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. Hiram opened the car door, letting him come out of the car.

At this time, fresh blood had already flowed down the steps layer by layer, flowing to his feet.

He lowered his head and glanced at the cigarette butt extinguished in the blood, looked at the new leather shoes that had been stained with fresh blood, shook his head, raised his leg, and stepped on the fresh blood to walk toward the steps.

He crossed the corpse of the guy wearing red sequins and raised his foot to step over his corpse.

Thirty seconds ago, he was still in this victorious appearance.

Thirty seconds later, he was lying on the ground looking up at the starry sky. Life's opportunities are just so unpredictable.

At this time, the club was already silent. Guests and girls were crowded in the corner. Someone tried to escape from the back door, but there were also people at the back door.

As for jumping off the building?

They couldn't do it.

As Lans's people started to enter the club, the club soon gave up resistance.

So many people outside couldn't resist this group of people coming in. Some gang members in the club very sensibly chose to surrender. After confirming that they had controlled the situation, Lans walked in from the outside.

"Sorry, disturbed.", as soon as he opened his mouth, he apologized for the attack tonight. He stood in the center of the lobby. "This is a matter between me and the Red Dog Gang, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Now, if you want to leave, then take your things, raise your hands high, and you can leave from the main door."

"Please don't make any misleading actions, for example, putting your hands in the clothes behind the collar, or in your pockets."

"I don't guarantee whether anyone will overreact and shoot!"

Some people at the scene let out exclamations. "It's Mr. Lans!"

"Is it Mr. Lans of the Lans family?"

They suddenly became not so afraid. Someone even took the initiative to ask, "Mr. Lans, did the Red Dog Gang offend you?"

Lans shook his head. "They didn't offend me, it's just that Bill made a stupid decision."

Someone asked again, "Will it still open in the future?"

Lans had an appearance of taking it for granted. "Why not?"

"I will redecorate it, and then reopen it. At that time, you can still come to play."

"But at that time, it won't belong to the Red Dog Gang, but will belong to us..."

Hiram walked over from afar, flipping his hair. "What about those people outside?"

If they were all killed, there were too many people, which wasn't very convenient, so he needed to ask Lans.

Lans thought for a while. "Leave the weapons on them, and then let them get out."

Hiram nodded and returned to the door. He arranged for people to strip these people's clothes, leaving them only with a pair of underpants, and told them they could get out.

Clearly, it was a very shameful thing, but at this time, for these people, it was like the most wonderful sound in the world!

Their faces were red with the joy of surviving a disaster, rubbing their body hair and quickly losing their tracks in the dark night.

Overnight, the territory of the Red Dog Gang in the Empire District was cleaned up.

But strangely, there weren't many people calling the police.

On the contrary, there were more people calling the police in the port area. The police came a few times, but soon they all left again.

They didn't see any scene of crossfire, nor did they see corpses or anything. They only saw cleaning workers diligently cleaning the ground with chemical agents.

Branch Director Chief Bulu ran to Lans in person, but looking at Lans's calm face, the words he originally had a stomach full of wanting to say suddenly couldn't be said... ===== CHAPTER 197 =====