Chapter 289

In a room in a corner of the city, an old man and a young man sat opposite the Mayor's secretary.

The attire of these two people was very ordinary, and there was no difference from ordinary people. If they walked on the street, without staring at them, just for a moment of distraction, they would melt into the whole street.

They were the kind of standard passersby, ordinary attire, ordinary appearance, ordinary hair, but they had an extraordinary identity.

Assassins.

Assassins are a very ancient profession; from the beginning of human society, assassins began to be active on the stage of history.

They, along with priests and prostitutes, are evaluated as the most ancient professions.

On the coffee table between the two, a photo was placed, which was a frontal photo of Lans.

He had a smile on his face, looked very handsome, and even had a trace of shyness, making it impossible for people to connect this sunny, handsome big boy with the name "Lans family."

Even more impossible to connect him with "one pound of bullets"!

The old man picked up the photo, looked at it a few times, flipped it over, and the back of the photo recorded a lot of information.

He then handed the photo to the young man beside him, and then looked at the secretary, "I thought he wouldn't use me until he died."

This sentence actually has many deeper meanings. The old man knew who the Mayor was, knew he was the mastermind, and also knew what he was doing now.

This sentence actually didn't have any meaning of sarcasm or mockery; it was just simply describing a fact.

A Mayor was actually forced to the point of using assassins; this shows that he indeed encountered a big trouble he couldn't solve himself.

Under the Mayor system, there aren't many opponents who can make a Mayor feel helpless.

The secretary smiled and took out half a one-dollar bill from his bosom and handed it over.

The old man also took out half a bill from his bosom, and the two halves were put together. Although they couldn't be seamless, it could basically be seen that this was the same bill.

He put these two halves together and lit them with a match, burning them into ashes.

No one spoke during the whole process.

The profession of assassin actually isn't as... interesting as people imagine, and there's nothing like a leaderboard.

All famous assassins eventually died early, just like their former targets.

Only those unknown assassins could live to the end.

When the old man was young, he encountered some trouble, and the Mayor appeared and pulled him, not only letting him live but also letting his family live.

To repay the Mayor, he promised to do one thing for the Mayor: kill one person.

Although there is no concept of "chivalry" in the Federation, some people also value promises very much!

Even if it makes them risk their lives to fulfill the promise, maybe they will scold you bloody, but they will eventually fulfill the promise they once made.

For some people, this is their belief in living, the spiritual foundation for pursuing everything.

The stronger the inner heart, the more they care about the things they promised. The old man is like this; his inner heart is very strong, and he cannot avoid this matter.

Otherwise, he would have doubts about himself, and everything he possesses that makes him proud would be shaken, collapsed, and disintegrated.

"This person is very troublesome; using conventional means isn't very easy to solve him, and you know, he is a gang member."

"He can not follow the rules, and it was also him who didn't follow the rules first."

The old man's calm gaze was like looking at a mass of air, "I don't care who he is; I came here to repay what I owe him. After finishing the work, I will leave."

"However, you must understand that my grandson and I are just gunmen, not the kind of assassins you know who can get rid of a legion by themselves."

"He should have told you."

The secretary nodded again, "Yes, so there will be people cooperating with you, find a way to lure Lans out, and then you get rid of him."

Actually, strictly speaking, these two ancestors and grandchildren are "snipers." They couldn't be like the modern soldiers described in those literary works who could solve a legion by themselves.

What they are best at is preparing in a place suitable for an ambush, then waiting for the other party to deliver themselves to the door, and then pulling the trigger!

Bullets can talk!

They can also prove their ability; actually, compared to assassins, he prefers others to call them "sharpshooters."

The old man nodded slightly, "That's easy to handle. Last time we met a guest who thought that by giving us each a pistol, we could help him solve all his opponents."

The grandson beside him showed some smiles; they still completed the task, but the client's loss was slightly large.

"Our plan is..."

The old man interrupted him, "You don't need to tell me what your plan is; you just need to tell me where the target will appear, and then the rest is our business."

The secretary wasn't very used to his assertiveness, but considering the other party was a professional assassin, he took out the prepared map and drew a few circles.

"This is where he lives, this is where he often appears. Now his mode of action is very single; every time he goes out, there will be a large number of people following..."

The old man picked up the map, put it in his pocket, and then stood up, "I know."

The secretary watched the ancestors and grandchildren leave and curled his lips, but thinking that the Mayor told him this old guy was very powerful, perhaps powerful people would be a bit strange.

Hope Lans can still hold on this time, he had a thought, and then was amused by himself!

The assassin is in place, and it's time to urge Wolf and the Professor.

When the Professor received the call, he was talking about cooperation with several small gangs.

"If it weren't for Bill wanting to drive us out, or even get rid of us, we couldn't have fought back so fiercely."

"And you saw it; after getting rid of the Red Dog Gang, we didn't expand outward immediately, but talked to you about cooperation."

"Although we are outsiders, now we have a foundation in the Port District; in a sense, we are also people of the Port District,"

"The sentence I heard most often after coming here is 'New Jincheng is so big'!"

The young people in the room couldn't help but laugh, because this sentence scratched the itch of their pride just right!

The proudest place in New Jincheng is that New Jincheng is very big, much bigger than other cities. This sentence reflects the pride and arrogance of New Jincheng people from one aspect!

Because they don't think there is any city that is bigger than New Jincheng.

But in reality, it's not that there are no cities bigger than it, and there is more than one, it's just that these cities might not be as famous as New Jincheng and aren't known to people.

The Professor's appearance is very deceptive: gentle, not fierce at all, and the tone of speaking is very slow, the pronunciation is very clear, wearing a pair of glasses, making people feel no threat.

The atmosphere of chatting in the room was very relaxed; the Professor's little tricks achieved miraculous effects, "What I want to say is, New Jincheng is so big, we don't have to put our eyes only on the Port District, on our internal affairs."

"I hit you, you hit me; no matter what the result is, we are all conducting a kind of internal friction."

"We should put our eyes further, put them in further places: Pulixiya, City Center, Starlight District..."

"These places where big money can be made are the places we should yearn for."

"To be honest, even if the Port District is occupied by a gang, the benefits we get from here aren't as much as a gang in the Bay Area gets."

"Why do we have to kill each other for this poor place?"

"This is the place I don't understand the most; who the hell stipulated that we people in the Port District can only grab territory in the Port District?"

"If you ask me, we should fight out..."

A Mr. Blake sitting in the corner interjected, "You said it very correctly..."

But before he finished his words, someone next to him immediately laughed and said, "There is no cotton here, brother!"

Everyone understood this joke, and for a moment, they all laughed!

The situation of the little cotton-picking expert isn't good, and it's not even as good as immigrants.

At least immigrants are still "people"; in the hearts of some people who accept traditional Federation thought, this group of cotton-pickers, they are just animals, and can't be counted as people.

The guy from the Blake gang who spoke immediately stood up; he was tall and strong, and the laughter decreased a bit as he stood up, and soon ended.

Both sides seemed to have a bit of gunpowder smell. The Professor sighed in his heart; these dog-raising bastards are really damn cheap!

But he still smoothed things over, soothing both sides; the method used was benefits!

"If you fight now, I'm afraid many people will laugh out loud, and I will, and they will."

"Because soon, the ones distributing benefits with us will have two fewer gangs."

After the people on both sides looked at each other fiercely for a while, they put their attention back on the Professor.

"What do you mean just now?", the leader of the tall and strong Blake people asked, "I don't want to waste time talking to a group of idiots here; if you have anything, just say it directly!"

The guy next to him muttered again, "Pig brains can't think of it!"

Seeing that the people on both sides were going to have friction again, the Professor hurriedly said, "Wolf and I plan to give two-thirds of the Port District to you!"

In one sentence, all contradictions disappeared, and the gazes were concentrated on the Professor.

Actually, he swapped a concept; the Wolf Gang didn't rule the territory of the entire Port District; they might not even occupy one-third.

So the two-thirds that the Professor said to give up was simply nonsense; they had never possessed it, so how could they give it up now?

But he was facing a group of social dregs who hadn't received higher education, or even finished high school.

Dealing with these people, the Professor, as a high school teacher, was enough!

Sure enough, they quieted down.

"Our plan is to give the Port District to you, and we will enter the Empire District."

"The Empire District only has one gang, which is the Lans family. If we get rid of the Lans family, it's equal to ruling the Empire District."

"With the Empire District, whether it's the City Center, Pulixiya, or the Triangle District, they all border us."

"We can try to touch those places, nibble away at their territory bit by bit, and eventually obtain more territory!"

"A bar in the City Center is said to earn tens of thousands a day, but here, in the damn Port District, a bar only earns a few thousand a day!"

The Professor didn't know that actually, the poor sales of bars in the Port District had a relationship with the Dock Workers' Club.

If more than ten thousand dock workers had a demand for drinking, they would go to the club and buy cheap liquor.

Other bars do business to make money, but the Workers' Club is to lose money.

If Lans hadn't refused non-dock workers from entering, maybe their business would be even worse!

The Professor's words triggered resonance among people; everyone talked about how profitable it was to run a bar, why didn't they experience it?

In the grand blueprint simply described by the Professor, what they saw was countless money!

The Blake people seemed very extroverted and had a strong desire to express; maybe it was because their ancestors were whipped into their genes when they weren't allowed to communicate while picking cotton, making them have a strong desire to express now.

"What do we need to do?"

"We don't have any requirements; maybe the only requirement is, don't attack us behind our backs!"

"Actually, I hope more that we can become a whole; only in this way, when we expand outward, will we have an advantage."

"Of course, this is just a proposal of mine; you can consider it. I don't have to have everyone together; this isn't realistic, but this is indeed a good method."

"After merging, you are still you, and we are still we; we just share a gang name..."

Someone knocked on the door and walked in, whispering a few words in the Professor's ear.

Afterward, the Professor excused himself and left the room; he came to the office and picked up the phone.

"Sir?"

"Professor?"

"Yes, it's me."

"In a few days, I want to see the results of your move against the Lans family; don't try to drag your feet, even if it's just a little bit, at least let us see."

The Professor bent over and whispered, "Of course, sir, I guarantee!"

Glancing at the idiots in the other room, the Professor lit a cigarette; it was indeed almost time.

That night, the Wolf Gang swept the remaining forces of the Red Dog Gang on a large scale, and what made people feel even more incredible was that other small gangs in the Port District actually went together with the Wolf Gang!

This discovery made many people feel incredible; they didn't know how the Wolf Gang got together with these people, but they knew the Wolf Gang had become dangerous.

Actually, it was easy for the Professor to do this; he just told these people that a large part of the Red Dog Gang's territory would be given to them.

Since it was for their own benefits, how could they fall behind others?

This also led to the sound of scattered gunfire in the Port District all night.

The sky was slightly bright, and the Red Dog Gang officially became a thing of the past. At the same time, the Wolf Gang also began to send people to probe, setting up a house in the Empire District.

"They opened a bar, right on our territory."

When Aierwen reported this to Lans, he felt a bit incredible. These people are damn crazy?

Actually opened a bar in the Empire District?

But soon he realized that it seemed not quite right, so he came to tell Lans early.

Lans raised his wrist to look at the time; it was only ten-something, "The news spread very fast; who did you hear it from?"

"Some drunks are spreading it; they say the Wolf Gang's whiskey tastes more biting."

"So we knew that the Wolf Gang intends to insert their flag into our territory."

"Do you want to send people to handle them?"

Lans rubbed his eyebrows, "We just finished those few things, and the Wolf Gang stepped over with one foot now; it must be that the Mayor gave them pressure."

"Send people to keep an eye on it first; I feel they intend to move against us."

This made Aierwen a bit nervous, "What will they do?"

Lans shrugged, "Now he can't mobilize the police, the Hazardous Materials Administration doesn't manage people like us, so the only thing he can use is the gang from Fides."

"The Wolf Gang is from Fides!"

"During this period, you must be careful when going out; let Mo Lisi go and feel it out, see if he can find those core figures of theirs."

"If we can find them, we'll do it again!"

Gangs, once they lose the pyramid tip, the people below will soon disperse.

This is because the resources of the gang are basically mastered by a few people at the pyramid tip; once these people have an accident, it means the gang will enter a state of suspension.

However, this also made Lans relax a bit; if it's just using gangs, he isn't afraid of anyone!

On this day, some other things also happened.

For example, Chali showed his influence on the police system again; almost all Branch Directors went to his villa, because the Branch Director of the Port District Branch also died in the previous attack.

So the word "almost" was used here, not all.

In Chali's villa, he talked about many things, for example, the unprecedented challenges recently encountered by the police system, for example, the Hazardous Materials Administration is taking away the law enforcement power of the police, for example, "unity."

Chali believes that the police system is now becoming hesitant and at a loss, just because it lacks someone to stand up and lead everyone in the right direction.

Although he has resigned and is no longer the Police Chief, he is willing to act as a bridge between the police system and the Bay Area to help everyone.

At the same time, he also believes that Hunter is a capable person who can lead everyone back to the past time very well.

This gathering revealed a lot of information; although everyone agreed to Chali on the surface, letting Hunter temporarily be responsible for grasping the overall situation, this actually triggered some people's dissatisfaction.

He has already resigned, is no longer the Police Chief, and still tries to use his former Police Chief identity to influence everyone's choice.

How can this make people satisfied?

It's just that there seems to be no other way, so everyone recognized it by pinching their noses.

But Branch Director Bulu felt that they were dissatisfied with Chali, and also a bit dissatisfied with Hunter.

A criminal investigation officer, why should he manage all of them?