Chapter 302: Attacks and Discoveries

Lanse's kidnapping plan made everyone feel it was perfect. Hiram looked at Lanse with a strange expression. "You must have done this before."

"Don't talk nonsense, I haven't!" Lanse laughed and scolded. "Alright, everyone do as I just instructed. We don't know when that guy will call me, but we must have everything prepared before he does."

"These next few days are mainly about this matter."

Erwin raised his hand. "The Wolf Gang's bar opens the day after tomorrow..."

Lanse blinked, quickly reacting. The Wolf Gang had opened a bar on the edge of the Imperial District and the Port District, near the Triangle District.

This was a probe, and also a statement. Lanse didn't say much about it. "Since he dares to reach his claws in, he should be prepared to have them chopped off by us. Then, arrange for it..."

The next morning, the bar, which was almost finished with renovations, made it clear at a glance that this was a place selling alcoholic beverages.

Under the Mayor's interference, the Hazardous Materials Bureau wouldn't check the Wolf Gang's bar at all; even if someone reported it, they wouldn't go to check.

Even if they had to go, they would call ahead to let them hide the alcohol in time, so that no evidence could be found.

This made the Wolf Gang's bar relatively popular in the Port District; although the prices were slightly higher, it was at least safe and comfortable.

Except for those drunks who just wanted to get wasted, most people drank for the purpose of relaxation, and a comfortable environment allowed them to shed their exhaustion.

In some settings, the Wolf Gang members directly stated that they had people on the inside, so there was no need to worry about police raids when drinking at their bar, which led to their business being significantly better than others.

Displaying the content of their business so unscrupulously was in itself a guarantee of their strength.

Many people said they had connections with the Hazardous Materials Bureau, which was one of the methods the Professor used to persuade those small gangs to coexist peacefully with them, or even integrate into them!

He could guarantee that these small gangs' bars wouldn't be harassed, and he could notify them in advance if there was any news.

This was very important for small bars that weren't inherently strong, because every time they were raided, it meant they suffered a heavy blow. They weren't Lanse, nor were they some other large gang that didn't care if they were taken down.

Of course, the Wolf Gang's bar wouldn't hang up a bar sign directly. No matter how powerful the Mayor was, he wouldn't dare to defy the Congress's administrative orders.

The outside of the bar was truly just a place selling beverages, fruit juice or soda, but walking further inside was where the alcohol was sold.

Various types of alcohol, just sitting there in bottles, were enough to make people feel the scent of wealth they radiated!

With one day left until the opening, there were already some Wolf Gang members in the bar, doing the final inspection work.

The Professor had a premonition that this bar would definitely be extremely popular!

So early in the morning, he had people come over to tidy up one last time and prepare for tomorrow's business.

For this, he also launched some promotional activities, such as buy five get one free, so that without changing the price of the drinks, he could make the guests feel they were getting a good deal, and they would be more willing to come here.

Perhaps at first they would come together in groups to buy drinks just for the free one, but as their consumption habits formed, they would gradually stop being greedy for small gains.

Although the Professor was a high school teacher, he had some experience and insights in business management.

The bar manager was taking inventory; there were about ten thousand dollars' worth of various alcoholic beverages here, and after business started, another batch would be sent over.

The Wolf Gang members stood at the door chatting, their faces filled with longing for the beautiful life ahead!

Since they came to New Jincheng from Fides, no matter how much else they had gained, at least in terms of wealth, they had earned in just a few months what might have taken a year to earn in the past!

New Jincheng was just as people said: gold was everywhere!

Even the flesh trade, which wasn't very easy to do in Fides, had become easy in New Jincheng.

As long as the girls stood on the street for a while, someone would come to ask for the price or drive up to take them away.

The girls controlled by the Wolf Gang were very cheap, two to five dollars; they never did particularly expensive business.

The two-dollar ones were the kind of common girls, wearing heavy makeup that didn't make them look ugly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, girls around seventy-five points were the five-dollar price.

Anything above that couldn't be sold on the roadside, nor was it for those eating fast food on the street.

They had to have enough fame first, and then they could cooperate with high-end hotels to send those beautiful girls in.

In short, no matter what the business was, the profits that could be obtained in New Jincheng were several times that of Fides!

Not everyone in this group was from Fides. In the past few days, the Professor had integrated some small gangs. When the Wolf Gang wiped out the Red Dog Gang and gave up the territory, many people weren't as disgusted with them anymore.

Some people even took the initiative to integrate into the Wolf Gang—some locals from New Jincheng.

The Professor's strategy was very successful. He gave both sides more room and scope for cooperation. When the Wolf Gang wasn't just Fides people, but also had locals from New Jincheng, then no one could clearly say whether it was a local gang or not!

These people stood outside the bar door chatting with excitement, because after the bar opened tomorrow, a significant portion of its revenue would be managed by the manager. The better the bar's business, the higher their income. Who could be dejected because their income increased?

Just as they were chatting about some fresh news, some gang matters, and also the Lanse family.

Everyone said the Lanse family's control over the Imperial District was very strict, but now they felt it was just so-so.

The bar was about to open, and maybe the Lanse family didn't even know. Just like that, they still boasted about being the "controllers of the Imperial District"?

These young faces and the young souls in their bodies, under the promotion of the "brave questioning" spirit of these years, not only questioned their parents and elders but also questioned the Lanse family, which had gained great fame.

Perhaps someone would mention the matter of them just wiping out the Greg family, but these matters and influence hadn't fully spread yet.

Just as they were discussing whether the Lanse family would strike tomorrow, or continue to pretend they didn't know anything and didn't care about anything like now.

At the corner at the end of the street, three cars were rapidly driving toward this side.

Hiram checked the drum magazine; he felt the thirty-something round magazine had too few bullets, so the gunsmith got Hiram a drum magazine that could hold seventy-five rounds, but the cost was that the weight of the gun body would increase significantly when using the drum.

And the barrel would be easier to overheat due to continuous firing; whether the last dozen rounds could hit anything would depend entirely on luck!

He pulled the bolt, chambering a round. The bar in the distance was already vaguely visible, and the dozen or so gang members outside the bar could also be seen.

These people looked like gang members at a glance; good people wouldn't stand at the bar door smoking and chatting. As the distance between the two sides grew closer, Hiram rested the barrel of the submachine gun on the car window.

When the two sides were only about fifteen meters apart, he pulled the trigger!

It wasn't just him; everyone else in the car also pulled the trigger. Bullets poured out like a rainstorm!

The pedestrians on the road screamed and fled after being stunned for a moment, but those at the bar door weren't so lucky!

Some of them fell on the spot, while others were hit and crashed into the bar, starting to draw their guns and return fire. The scene was in chaos!

Although there was no one left standing at the door, they still had no intention of saving ammunition. Bullets fired crazily at the renovated bar, including its sign.

Ten-odd seconds later, the three cars quickly left. The passersby hiding from the gunfire didn't even know what had happened; everything was completely over!

Those who survived immediately told the Professor and Wolf about what happened here. Wolf's temper was slightly irritable; when he heard this news, he slammed the table and stood up. "Son of a bitch, let's go kill them!"

But the Professor was clearly much calmer. He looked at Wolf. "Are you planning to go to your death?"

Wolf had a fierce expression. "If we don't retaliate, they will definitely think we are afraid of them!"

"So, are you planning to go to your death?"

Wolf's eyes widened. "We just gathered so many small gangs, and now Lanse's people have given us a hard look. How will those small gangs think?"

"They will think we aren't as strong as they imagined, and they will breed some thoughts they shouldn't have!"

"We must prove to them that we aren't to be trifled with!"

The Professor pushed his glasses. "So, are you planning to go to your death?"

"Lanse and the others clearly knew long ago that we opened a bar. Their control over the Imperial District is still very strong. I guarantee you'll be discovered the moment you enter the Imperial District."

"Then what awaits you is a large group of people surrounding your car and firing, and in the end, they can take at least two pounds of bullets out of your body!"

"Then your wife will find another man, your children will have no one to care for them, and your money will either rot in the bank or be spent by your wife's new husband."

"No one will remember a clown who rushed to his death; people will only remember Lanse, who killed many clowns."

"So, are you going to your death?"

Wolf suddenly sat back down, a bit dejected. In terms of using his brain, he trusted the Professor more than anyone else.

If it weren't for the Professor, he might not have had today's achievements, nor would he have had the Wolf Gang.

He picked up the cup and took a big gulp of water. "But my bar might not be able to open tomorrow."

Seeing that Wolf's temper had begun to subside, the Professor lowered his voice. "If it can't open, it can't open. Just wait a few days and renovate it."

"Next time they want to stop us so easily, it won't be such an easy matter!"

"If you want revenge, then you'd better find out where Lanse's bar is. They strafed our bar, so we'll retaliate!"

"We need planned revenge, not rushing over like fools and getting shot to death!"

Wolf slammed the water cup in his hand heavily onto the table, making a huge sound. "I'll handle this matter!"

Watching Wolf take the initiative to leave to "work," the Professor let out a sigh of relief.

Lanse was a very difficult person to deal with.

The Professor didn't know what else was waiting for them, but he knew that this bar would definitely be very difficult to open.

But in reality, this was also their first round of confrontation with Lanse. Before the two sides formally fought, this was also a probe.

Probing each other's capabilities, observing each other more closely.

If Lanse had died when he was attacked before, how good would that have been?

He sighed.

Compared to the Professor's pessimistic attitude, Hiram finally felt satisfied this time!

The seventy-five-round drum magazine made his hands feel slightly numb, but he had to say, it was really satisfying!

Bullets kept spraying out from the muzzle, tearing through everything blocking its path!

Whether it was human bodies, glass, or wooden boards, they would be bitten hard by it and then pierced through. This feeling was great!

The car was full of laughter; they didn't think this was any trouble at all. This was the Imperial District, the Lanse family's territory, and even the police station was run by Lanse!

The three cars entered the alley one after another, parked, and Lanse stood at the back door smiling as he watched them.

"Did everything go smoothly?"

Hiram put the gun into a cart next to him, as did the others.

These guns needed to have their rifling changed so they wouldn't match the bullets fired. Hiram waved his fist. "Extremely satisfying!"

He described everything that happened at the time, beaming; the feeling of this job was too great!

Compared to the seventeen-dollar monthly income at the docks, even if they didn't pay him a salary, he would love this job!

Ma Duoer, who was standing beside Lanse, stood behind Lanse, maintaining vigilance. Ever since Lanse was attacked, he had temporarily put down his work as an instructor and had been following Lanse as the captain of the security team.

That group of theirs were Imperial veterans, carefully selected by Erwin. These people had excellent combat experience, were good shots, killed ruthlessly, and had a more professional judgment of the situation; they could protect Lanse very well.

While others were talking, Ma Duoer had been paying attention to the movements around them. Suddenly, he discovered a light spot moving on the wall to the left. He turned his head to look in the direction of the light spot's change. In a building across the road, a window was being opened.

The person opening the window was an old man. If it were just that, Ma Duoer might not have been sensitive or cared.

But he discovered that when the old man was also looking at him, and their gazes collided across a distance of maybe seventy or eighty meters, he sensitively realized that this old man had a problem.

After the two stared at each other across the distance for a while, the old man moved his gaze away and turned back into the room.

Ma Duoer walked to Lanse's side and whispered, "The room with the open window in the middle of the building to our right—the situation isn't right."

Lanse turned his head and glanced. "I didn't see anything."

Ma Duoer said, "The person who opened the window just now was observing us. This position is very dangerous for you."

In an instant, many things crossed Lanse's mind. He nodded slightly. "Take some people to check. If you got it wrong, give them some money."

Ma Duoer immediately turned and left with a few people. Lanse also retreated a few steps and returned to the house.

Erwin looked left and right and chased after him. "What's wrong?"

"I just saw Ma Duoer's expression was a bit serious."

Lanse lit a cigarette. Although the lights were on in the room, compared to the glaring sunlight outside, it still made people feel the dimness inside.

In the dim environment, Lanse's face was not so clear. He said expressionlessly, "He suspects someone is observing us."

Erwin just wanted to go out and check, but was afraid of being discovered, so he could only stop. "I'll call a few more people over, lest they be in danger."

Lanse nodded.

He trusted Ma Duoer's judgment; he had no reason to lie to himself, and he had fulfilled his promise to bring their families over.

Lanse only had kindness toward him, nothing else!

He exhaled smoke slowly. Countless people flashed through his mind one by one, but no one could stay there for long.

At this time, Ma Duoer had already blocked the front and back doors of the exit. This apartment had a front door and a back door, both of which were guarded, while he took others directly to the fourth floor; that window was on the fourth floor.

He found the approximate location and knocked on the door. No one answered in the room.

He retreated two steps and drew his pistol. He had clearly seen someone just now, but now the person in the room wouldn't make a sound. Could there be no ghost here?

Others also took out their weapons. Ma Duoer retreated a few more steps, and then with an explosive kick, the door lock, which wasn't very sturdy to begin with, was kicked open!

Several people didn't rush in with weapons immediately but stood on both sides of the door to observe.

After confirming there was no ambush, they entered the room in turns.

There was no one in the room. Ma Duoer put away his weapon. He walked to the kitchen and opened the lid of a soup pot. Inside were the ingredients for a tomato mushroom soup that was prepared but not yet cooked.

Others went around in other rooms; there were traces of life, but no one.

"Should have left not long ago. I saw someone here before I came." Ma Duoer stood at the window observing the street opposite. Most of the scene in the yard behind the company house could be seen; this was indeed a good observation spot.

Just as they were about to leave without finding anything, he stopped when passing the table. He casually touched an inconspicuous place on the edge of the table and then sniffed.

Then he let the person beside him sniff it too. That person gave the same judgment as him: "Gun oil."

Ma Duoer nodded. "Yes, gun oil."

"Notify Lanse, seal off the entire building!" ===== CHAPTER 303 =====