Chapter 250: 251. Chapter 248: Plan as Usual and Who Are You Opposing?

251. Chapter 248: Plan as Usual and Who Are You Opposing?

Snake didn't know how he survived. At the moment the grenade exploded, he was pressed tightly against the ground, but even so, in the moment before he lost consciousness in his memory, he felt the pain in his body.

He was covered in dust, with several burning pains on his back. The shrapnel tore through the wooden bed, leaving wounds on his body that kept bleeding.

He coughed a few times, holding the gun in his hand, and crawled toward the outside of the house.

He could barely stand up now; he was too seriously injured!

He felt his clothes were sticky. He knew that was the effect produced after being soaked in fresh blood. He didn't know how long had passed, but he knew he had to seek help as soon as possible!

He crawled slowly toward the door with his hands and feet. Just as he was about to reach the door, the door suddenly opened.

A pair of brand-new, shiny leather shoes appeared in his line of sight. He slowly raised his head and saw several young faces.

"Mr. Snake?"

The leader asked.

Snake didn't know how the others were doing, but he only wanted to survive now. "I'm not Snake, Snake lives in the room next door."

"Xie Te, he is Snake, I swear!"

"There is a viper tattoo on his wrist. Only he in the whole gang has it tattooed on his wrist!", the voice of a high-level gang cadre came from outside the door. Snake's eyes went black, but fortunately, he held on.

He knew that sophistry no longer had any meaning. He looked at the person in the front. "How do you plan to deal with me?"

Lansi showed a very regretful expression. "I didn't plan to let you leave alive, Mr. Snake."

"I came here just to see who was plotting to kill me, but...", he showed some regretful expressions, "I didn't expect you to be such a character."

"As a host, please allow me to say 'Welcome to New Jincheng, Mr. Snake'."

"And...", he said, starting to turn around, "... Goodbye, Mr. Snake."

The two young men standing behind him drew their handguns, and amidst Snake's "motherfucker," he was beaten into a sieve.

Mo Lisi stood in the parking lot and shouted toward this side, "The state police are coming soon."

Lansi stood on the second floor and gave him a thumbs up, meaning everything was settled.

The group went downstairs, and the other high-level cadres of the Viper Gang followed them at a loss, all the way to the parking lot.

Lansi sat in the car, looked at them, and said with a slightly regretful expression, "Sorry, there is no place for you here."

Several high-level cadres of the Viper Gang didn't understand what this sentence meant, and the dense gunshots rang out again!

In an instant, all five people fell to the ground, their faces revealing fear of death, or anger at having such an end!

The group got into the cars, including the Viper Gang's cars, all of which were driven away by Lansi and the others.

About seven or eight minutes after Lansi and the others left, three state police patrol cars stopped on the shoulder not far from the motel.

They first observed with binoculars for a while, then listened carefully for a while, and after confirming that no one was shooting, they approached the motel without turning on the police sirens.

When they saw the empty parking lot at the entrance of the motel, these state police officers breathed a sigh of relief.

They sounded the sirens and notified the radio station that they had arrived at the crime scene.

Being a policeman in this day and age has never been a simple matter. In some literary works or rumors, people always feel that criminals don't dare to shoot at law enforcement officers.

But this is actually a misunderstanding, or rather, this is actually a plot arrangement for the purpose of dissemination. In reality, there is nothing that criminal groups dare not do!

For example, during the development of the West, those criminal groups not only dared to rob those commercial institutions, but also dared to rob sheriff's offices, post offices, and banks!

Law enforcement officers?

Law enforcement officers are also human. In the eyes of criminals, law enforcement officers are actually no different from ordinary people.

If they get shot in a vital spot, they will also die. They are not supermen, they can't scare anyone!

So the Federation doesn't lack people who dare to take action against law enforcement officers. On the interstate highway, it's no-man's-land everywhere, and highway police and state police are actually quite cowardly.

They don't dare to intercept vehicles that look like they shouldn't be messed with at will. If they happen to intercept a fierce star, that's when they'll be draped in the national flag!

So even if they receive a report that there is a gunfight here, they have to wait for the gunfight to end, and even for one side to leave, before entering the scene.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the leading police officer relied on the tobacco in his pipe to eliminate the discomfort of nausea. "These bastards are too unrefined..."

His partner couldn't help but tease, "How do you want them to be refined?"

"Clean themselves up and raise their hands waiting for you to come over and handcuff them?"

The police officer cursed in a low voice and then threw himself into work.

They had to check the identities of these people and find some identity information from them to determine who the victims were.

But in fact, doing this is useless. Every year, thousands of people die on the federal interstate highways, with an average of more than a dozen highway homicide cases every day. Let alone those that can be solved in the end, even those that can be discovered might be less than 80 percent.

There are still many people sleeping under the mud in the wild for decades or even a hundred years, until the murderer who killed them gets tired of the police's incompetence and takes the initiative to stand up, only then do they have a day to see the light of day again.

Otherwise, most of the skeletons will eventually be decomposed by nature and completely return to nature.

As for chasing those criminals?

They are not that stupid yet. Those criminals have long since run away without a trace. Even if they were allowed to chase, they would only chase in the opposite direction.

Time passed bit by bit. In order to show "sincerity," Brinton brought thirty or forty people out this time, and the remaining half stayed in the nightclub to prevent Lansi and the others from launching a sneak attack on the nightclub.

It wasn't even nine o'clock yet, and he had arrived early at the agreed restaurant and expelled the normal guests in the restaurant.

All the tables and chairs were placed against the wall by his men. In the entire restaurant, there was only one table in the middle, and dishes were being served one after another.

Smelling the delicious fragrance, he felt hungry, but he still had to wait, wait for Lansi to arrive.

He was in a good mood. After tonight, the Viper Gang would be the biggest gang in the Imperial District!

The time pointed to 8:55, and a subordinate suddenly walked in. "Lansi and the others are here."

A convoy stopped at the entrance. Erwin and Yisen got out of the car first. They checked around the restaurant to confirm that no one was hiding inside before returning to the door. Lansi got out of the car, walked into the restaurant, and sat opposite Brinton.

This was the first time they sat face to face. Lansi lit a cigarette and looked at Brinton, while Brinton was also carefully sizing up Lansi.

"You are not quite the same as I imagined, Lansi.", he said in a carefree, heartless manner, "But you are punctual, I like punctual people."

Lansi said "Thank you," which made Brinton freeze for a moment. "The one who answered the phone this afternoon wasn't you?"

He heard that Lansi's voice was not the same person as the voice on the phone this afternoon. He was a bit confused about the situation.

Lansi didn't deny it. "But the result is the same, isn't it?"

He looked around. "Now we are sitting here, isn't this your purpose?"

Brinton thought about it carefully, and his face was filled with smiles again. "That's right, as long as the result is the same."

"By the way, I also invited a special guest to come over tonight, I hope you won't mind."

Lansi looked at him with a half-smile. "Oh? What guest, do I know him?"

He thought Brinton was talking about Snake. That dead ghost should be lying on the coroner's table of the Interstate Highway Police now, and the coroner was experiencing the unique fun of the New Jincheng coroner—finding bullets in the sticky body that had been beaten into minced meat.

However, he guessed wrong this time, because soon he heard footsteps coming from behind. He turned his head and looked back. It was Eric.

He looked much gloomier. The painkillers had tortured him enough, and he was now completely inseparable from painkillers.

A few days ago, Red Heels was surrounded, and he was also caught. That bastard Chali didn't sell his face at all. He only wore a pair of underpants and accepted the search.

The only sense of security the mayor could provide him was that those policemen didn't use sticks to poke his ass!

But the days of being detained were not comfortable. In the middle of the night, the effect of the painkillers ended, and he was in pain all over, constantly groaning, and as a result, he was beaten by the prisoners detained together.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party realized he wasn't faking it after beating him up and finding he was still screaming, perhaps he would have died in pain inside!

This made him feel that he had suffered a huge humiliation, and at the same time, it made him realize that he might never be able to leave painkillers for the rest of his life.

He didn't like this. Although he didn't care about this little money, he didn't like the feeling of his personality being controlled by a drug.

He wanted to vent, wanted to relax!

Brinton's big move couldn't be hidden from him. When he heard that Brinton intended to completely solve Lansi tonight, he suddenly became interested.

He also wanted to see if Lansi would still... he didn't know how to describe the word "sarcastic," anyway, he just had this feeling.

The meaning Lansi wanted to express in every sentence was completely different from the meaning he expressed. Obviously, he occupied a more active position, but he always felt that Lansi not only looked down on him but would also mock him!

He wanted to see if he could continue to be so arrogant!

Eric regarded Lansi's unwillingness to bow to him as arrogance. In his cognition, a person of Lansi's status shouldn't have the courage to refuse him.

As a result, Lansi not only refused him many times but also made him sulk.

So he came.

He sat down beside Brinton swaggeringly, looking at Lansi with contempt and mockery in his eyes. "Don't worry about me, I'm just here to sit for a while and eat something."

He said, greeting the two. "Why don't you eat when you ordered so much?"

"Don't waste food. You have to know that there are still many people who can't even fill their stomachs."

Brinton echoed and started to use the knife and fork. "Eat while we talk."

Lansi didn't refuse. After running around all afternoon, he was also a bit hungry.

In order to wait for Snake to arrive, Brinton could only find ways to delay time. "Lansi, in fact, there is no contradiction between us that cannot be resolved."

"We are all for money, for more things. On this point, our goals are the same."

"We can cooperate deeply, and we also have such a foundation.", he said, glancing at Eric, meaning that as long as Lansi bowed to Eric, they would have a foundation for cooperation.

Eric liked this point of Brinton very much. He could see the situation clearly, but Eric immediately sneered. "Forget it, Mr. Lansi doesn't look down on people like me, you guys should talk about other things."

Brinton felt it was a pity. "If we could cooperate, we would definitely be the strongest in New Jincheng!"

He paused. "Lansi, in fact, I also like it here. We are all people who climbed up from the bottom. I know the bottom is not easy."

"How about this, I take the intersection of... Avenue and Avenue as the center point, and divide the Imperial District into two parts, east and west."

"You are in the west, we are in the east, each managing their own, coexisting peacefully, not infringing on each other, how about it?"

Lansi looked at Brinton's clown-like expression. He wasn't in a hurry at all, but instead started to recommend some dishes. "The steak is well-made, you should try it."

Brinton froze for a moment. He didn't expect Lansi to start taking the initiative, but he thought that Lansi had no future, and then laughed freely. "Okay, I'll try it."

What's the point of being serious with someone who is about to be finished?

For a time, the atmosphere in the restaurant was exceptionally harmonious. They no longer talked about territory, partners, etc., and started chatting about some news in New Jincheng, and even chatted about some international situations.

Eric had eaten enough. His expression was slightly strange, and then he stood up a bit shakily. "I'm going to the bathroom, you guys keep talking."

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His body started to hurt, and his finger joints had started to itch.

Every time before the pain, the first thing that appeared was itching, and then it was unbearable severe pain, and these itches also told him that he needed to continue using painkillers.

He came to the bathroom, chose a cubicle, didn't care if the toilet was dirty or not, sat on it, and then let out a heavy sigh of relief, and a smile he didn't even realize appeared on his face.

Outside, dinner was still continuing. Lansi ate until he was full. His stomach couldn't hold so many things. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "A good dinner, it's just a bit late, but the deliciousness makes up for everything. Brinton, you know how to choose a restaurant."

"Then...", he leaned back with one hand on the edge of the table. Although he didn't have any aggressiveness, he became a bit taller in Brinton's eyes.

"Our dinner is finished, is our conversation coming to an end?"

Brinton froze for a moment. "Yes... I mean we haven't discussed any results."

Lansi looked at him. "Are you waiting for someone?"

Brinton suddenly became alert. "I don't quite understand what you mean, Lansi."

"I just invited you to dinner, I want to peacefully resolve the differences between us, that's all."

Lansi took out a cigarette and lit one. There were only two of them in the restaurant, and the others were at the door. This was to prevent someone from suddenly taking action.

Erwin, who was chatting with Brinton's men outside the door, saw Lansi light the cigarette. He suddenly hugged Brinton's subordinate beside him, acting very affectionately, and took the other party to the side.

Seeing this step, everyone else seemed to have started preparing to take action, because Lansi lighting the cigarette was the signal!

Lansi looked at him and said in the most ordinary, most careless tone, "You are waiting for Snake."

An expression of disbelief appeared on Brinton's face, as if he was asking "How the fuck do you know," followed by an angry look. "You fucking bought off the people around me?"

A young man from the Viper Gang at the door heard Brinton's shout. The moment he turned his head, he was hugged by the neck.

Just as he was about to struggle, he felt a knife stab into his chest. His heart immediately jumped wildly, and he didn't even have the strength to speak!

At this moment approaching death, his hearing seemed exceptionally sensitive. He heard the "pop-pop" sounds from around, and the exclamation of being strangled, but he wanted to do something, it was already too late.

He was helped by the people beside him to the alley, then thrown to the ground, and then the second person was pressed on top of him...

The world became dim. The last glimmer of light let him notice that there were still some people he knew who had been pointed at by guns and stood in a row against the wall.

This is a trap!

Before dying, he roared silently, but it was meaningless.

In the restaurant, Brinton didn't notice that his people at the door had all been taken away. His attention was focused on Lansi.

So many years of experience and knowledge in the gang also told him that things were not right.

But he didn't dare to move around now.

Lansi shook his head. "I didn't buy off the people around you. It's actually not difficult to know those things about you. There are always people who are afraid of death. As long as they are afraid of death, they will say everything I want to know."

"I'm very curious, Brinton, are you afraid of death?"

Brinton had a dark face. "Whether I'm afraid of death is not important. What's important is, Lansi, do you know who you are opposing?"

"You think you are opposing me, but in fact, you are opposing the mayor. You are just a small character, you shouldn't have been so stupid to get involved."

Lansi glanced at the ash on the cigarette. "Can you pass the ashtray to me?", he didn't wait for Brinton to answer, and said again, "Forget it, I'll get it myself."

He walked to the table next to him and picked up a glass ashtray, which was very handy.

When he walked to the edge of the table, he looked down at Brinton and suddenly asked the question again, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Brinton?"

Brinton's face was full of mockery. He opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he saw Lansi suddenly raise the ashtray quickly, and then his cheeks felt the breeze, and the sound of wind pressure rang in his ears!

The time left for him in this world was not much. In this one-thousandth of a second, he said the last sentence, or a word, left in this world—

"Xie Te!" ===== CHAPTER 251 =====