Chapter 291

"I have mobilized everyone I could..."

Hiram stood beside Lans, submachine gun in hand, which made those police officers feel a bit uneasy.

But considering the Federal Constitution allows federal citizens to legally own weapons to protect their own lives and property, they could only ignore it.

Even though they knew that, strictly speaking, the majority of these people at this very moment were not federal citizens.

But compared to a firefight, playing dumb was obviously easier.

Over a hundred people holding various firearms occupied the entire street, which made those police officers, who only had defensive revolvers in their hands, feel an unspeakable string of profanities lingering in their chests.

The ground was covered in shell casings, along with over a dozen corpses.

There were fifteen people in the other three cars, but now only nine had gotten out; six were already dead, and adding the driver of Lans's car, that made seven!

Twenty minutes out, seven people dead; perhaps this is the most realistic portrayal of gang life.

You never know when, where, who, or why someone might suddenly put a few bullets in you!

Lans walked over to the cars and looked at the brothers who had come out with him; he could have ground his teeth to dust.

These people who could come out with him were the ones he trusted most, and yet so many had died at once; his eye sockets were slightly red.

Elvin had also taken a bullet to the shoulder, but it was only a graze, even lighter than the graze Laun had suffered last time; a simple bandage was enough.

Branch Chief Chief Bulu knew this was not a good time, but he still approached, "They said they would like to invite you to the police station to rest for a while and help us find out who pulled the trigger."

He used very careful wording; he could see that Lans was in a rage.

Some people, when angry or furious, will shout and scream, but for some, the angrier they are, the calmer they become.

Lans did not move a muscle, his pupils merely sliding from the center to the far left, the corner of his eye sweeping over Branch Chief Chief Bulu.

Just this one glance made Branch Chief Chief Bulu feel something terrifying.

He held his breath in his chest, and even his breathing seemed to be out of his control!

But soon, Lans took a deep breath, and the flames of anger in his eyes were actually suppressed by him, "I need to call my lawyer first."

Lans shifted his gaze away, and only then did Branch Chief Chief Bulu let out a heavy sigh.

Who the hell would provoke Lans for no reason?

At this time, ambulances had also arrived; the doctors and nurses looked at the corpses all over the ground, unsure for a moment whether they should start rescue efforts.

"Let them save them, try to save them, including these people."

With Lans's order, the doctors began to get busy; at the same time, Lawyer Luo Ben also received the call.

He told Lans not to say anything detrimental to himself; he was worried Lans wouldn't know what was detrimental, so he said, "If you are not sure whether what you are about to say is detrimental to you, then don't say anything at all!"

This is actually a very effective method of subjective judgment; only things you are strongly certain will cause you no problems can be said.

However, his advice was still to say nothing at all and wait for him to arrive.

He had very rich experience in defending and serving gangs, and he knew how to deal with the police.

But when he heard Lans was still waiting for him at the scene, he was not so anxious; perhaps this is the special nature of a "big client"!

Ambulances, police cars, hearses, doctors, coroners, police, and the neatly arranged corpses...

Fortunately, Lawyer Luo Ben was not far from here; his office was in the Pulicia District, and he arrived in seven or eight minutes.

When he looked at the shell casings all over the ground and the large pools of blood, his scalp went a bit numb.

"You are the one among all my clients who likes big scenes the most, Mr. Lans!", Lawyer Luo Ben said—it couldn't be called sarcasm, it should be... a sigh—before walking toward the police officer from the Pulicia branch, "I am Mr. Lans's agent lawyer; if you have any questions, you can speak to me first."

The police officer, who had been dazed for a while, was also quite innocent, but fortunately, Chief Bulu had already contacted their branch chief, so he wouldn't have too hard a time.

"We would like to have Mr. Lans come to the police station with us to make a statement and ask a few questions."

He phrased it very carefully, and Lawyer Luo Ben agreed, but with one requirement, "I must be by my client's side."

The police officer was in no position to raise any conditions and agreed immediately.

Soon, Lans rode in their own car to the Pulicia branch; news of the attack on Lans's motorcade also spread throughout New Jincheng in a very short time.

The Mayor was in a meeting; when he heard about this, he raised an eyebrow, said "What a pity," and returned to his work.

Officer Officer Lukaer also learned the news; he actually let out a sigh of relief—as long as Lans didn't die, because in the end, whether it was sending Lans away or putting him inside, it could only be him!

When Heng Te told Cha Li about this, Cha Li just narrowed his eyes slightly and remained motionless.

After going to the Pulicia branch police station with the police, the Branch Chief personally received Lans in his office.

Lans left other matters to Lawyer Luo Ben and Elvin, and he lit a cigarette.

His body was still splattered with some blood; after wiping it clean with a handkerchief dipped in water, he sat on the sofa.

The curling smoke obscured his face, and Branch Chief Chief Bulu and the branch chief beside him did not know what to say for a moment.

After a while, Lans took several puffs of his cigarette, "We met last time."

At Cha Li's retirement party.

Lans placed his hand on his temple, as if thinking, "I remember your name... Mr. Hendeli?"

Branch Chief Hendeli immediately revealed a smile; Lans reached out his hand, shook his, and said, "I've caused you trouble today."

This sentence was not easy to respond to, so he didn't, "Are you injured?"

Lans shook his head, "The blood on me is my brother's; it might dirty your sofa, I hope you don't mind."

"How could I mind?", he said, then paused for a moment, "Mr. Lans, this is a very vicious attack case; we will definitely arrange manpower to investigate it clearly."

"Please rest assured, we will do our best to capture the culprits and give an account to those who were injured and killed!"

Lans pursed his lips and nodded, "It would be best if you can do that; of course, if you have any clues, you can also tell me—there are some things that are more appropriate for me to do."

His implication was very clear: he didn't need evidence, only clues, and then he would let the bullets do the talking.

Hendeli clearly understood that Lans didn't want to say more now, and he didn't engage in excessive conversation; after asking how the processing was going, he let Lans and the others leave.

Obviously, there was no way to go and take over the bar in the Star Fall District today; sitting in the car, he had the motorcade go directly to the Wanli Laowusuo.

When the motorcade stopped, it gave the Howard brothers, who were sunbathing at the entrance, a big fright, but after seeing it was Lans getting out of the car, they let out a sigh of relief, though they still stood up.

"Heard you were attacked?", they had helped Lans before, and Lans bumped shoulders with them.

"Yes, I don't know how many people there were, bullets were everywhere, but fortunately I survived...", he glanced at the sign for the Wanli Laowusuo, "Is Alberto here?"

Little Howard gestured behind his shoulder with his thumb, "He's in the office."

Lans patted the brothers on the arm, squeezed out a little smile, and walked inside; Hiram wanted to follow, but Lans refused.

He didn't greet the young beauty this time; the young beauty looked at Lans's back, appearing a bit at a loss, exchanged glances with the Howard brothers at the door, rolled her eyes, and sat back down.

Lans pushed open the door to Alberto's office directly this time; Alberto was on the phone, and when he saw Lans enter, he was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'll call you back later," and hung up the phone.

"I heard you were attacked."

Lans walked over to the chair opposite him and sat down, "At least twenty or thirty gunmen were firing at our cars; the scene was extremely explosive!"

He sounded like he was joking, but there was no smile on his face, which made Alberto feel suspicious, "What's wrong with you?"

Lans leaned forward, playing with some small ornaments on his desk, "Only your people knew I was going to the Star Fall District today."

If this had been in the Imperial District, Lans could not have been attacked on such a large scale!

He couldn't say he absolutely wouldn't be attacked by gunmen, but for such a large-scale group of "outsiders" to enter the Imperial District, they wouldn't even be able to get past those old men who were dissatisfied with the streets!

These old men had lived on their streets for twenty or thirty years; in this era that doesn't isolate itself due to electronic information, the connections between people are very tight!

They could clearly state who lived on this street and what their characteristics were, so if "non-locals" wanted to enter on a large scale, Lans would be alerted the first moment.

And under the financial encouragement pushed by Lans, whenever there was anything that made the old men feel something was wrong, or people they hadn't seen before, they would all call Bo Dun!

So the difficulty of attacking Lans in the Imperial District is very high!

Today he went to the Star Fall District to take over the bar Paul had promised him; besides the people he trusted around him, only the people from the Hou Pasiletuo family knew about this.

After all... tidying up a bar and handing it over is not a small matter for the Pasiletuo family.

Alberto understood immediately, and his expression also became serious, "You mean, someone on my side sold your information?"

Lans pressed the tail of the mermaid desktop lighter Alberto had just bought; every time he pressed it, the mermaid would make a kissing motion, and then fire would rise from her head.

"Someone knew in advance that I was going to the Star Fall District; besides something going wrong on your side, I can't think of a second possibility!"