Chapter 352

353. Chapter 349: Action 66611

"Lanse's control over the Imperial District mainly relies on two parts."

"First, Burton and those old men of his!"

The professor stood in front of a blackboard, telling the senior cadres of the Wolf Gang about the next action plan.

On the blackboard behind him was written the word "Safety," and then two lines came down, connecting the names "Burton" and "Mo Lisi" respectively, and there were also their photos.

The photos were not taken close up; they were stolen shots from a long distance, so they were a bit blurry and didn't look very real, but even if they weren't very real, they could still allow people to recognize him through the photos.

The enlarged Burton was sitting in a coffee shop, talking to an old man in front of him, and the photographer captured most of his face well.

He looked a bit cold, and maybe even a bit impatient. The old man in front of him could only see the back of his head, which was bald and had age spots.

The chalk in the professor's hand drew a few circles on Burton's name.

"Lanse is not better than others. He is just a little bit smarter. This line of defense looks weak, but it is actually very efficient!"

"The old men under Burton are all people who have lived in the nearby neighborhood for decades. As long as we enter their neighborhood, within their line of sight, they can know whether we are people who often appear on this street."

"Thereby judging whether we are outsiders."

"Everyone is connected to Burton. In other words, Burton is the 'spider' at the center of this network. Solving him will cause this network to be paralyzed."

"So, our first step is to solve him."

"Lanse arranged two to four people to protect him, and there are also their patrol members in the surrounding neighborhood. We need to handle them within two minutes."

"Otherwise Lanse's support will arrive."

Burton sat in the coffee shop, tasting coffee and desserts. He loved this kind of life to death.

Having money, not needing to do hard physical labor, and being able to get people's respect.

Who wouldn't respectfully call him "Mr. Burton" when they see him now?

Isn't this the federal dream he has always longed for?

His young wife is already pregnant. After getting married, he injected almost all his energy into his young wife's body, just to make her pregnant as soon as possible to consolidate his position in the family.

It sounds quite despicable, but this is the only effective method, which is to put all family members under Lanse's control!

That woman is actually quite satisfied too. Having money to spend, not needing to work, and being infinitely glorious, they are actually a type of person to some extent.

Future life will only be better. Recently, Burton has planned to consider looking at villas. Detached houses can no longer satisfy him.

However, he knows that now is not the time, and he needs to be low-key.

Buying a house again after only a few months, even if Lanse doesn't mind, there will always be people saying strange things.

He doesn't want anyone to say strange things, as that would destroy Lanse's trust in him.

He turned his head to look at the sunny weather outside the kitchen window. The news of the mayor's assassination made the whole city nervous, and he was too.

Hope those people don't come to find trouble at this time.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly two cars drove quickly from a distance, and then braked urgently in front of the coffee house. When Burton noticed the hand of a person getting off the car swinging out from behind quickly, he felt a chill rushing from his tailbone to the top of his head!

His scalp felt numb, and then he crawled under the table in a very embarrassed manner and took out a pistol.

The sound of gunfire rang out the moment he hid. The glass window shattered into pieces with a clatter. He pushed the table toward the display window, and at the same time, the two bodyguards responsible for protecting him also began to draw their guns and fight back!

"Fuck, fuck!"

Adrenaline made him feel like he had infinite power in an instant. He took advantage of the moment when the people outside the window couldn't see him and quickly crawled along the ground to behind the bar of the coffee shop, picked up the phone, and dialed the company's number.

"I was attacked by someone, at Maple Coffee House..."

"Fuck!"

One bodyguard was hit by several bullets and lay directly on the ground, while the other bodyguard hid behind the table, only occasionally taking the time to close his eyes and reach out to fire a shot.

The ringing of the doorbell made him shiver. Those gunmen came in!

At this time, it couldn't be anyone else besides the gunmen. Who the hell would run to order a cup of coffee during a gunfight?

He bit the bullet and popped his head out along the ground, firing two shots. The sound of gunfire made the two gunmen who had just entered hide out again, which also gave him a trace of breathing room.

The bar is not deep, and staying here is a dead end. He suddenly saw a guy trembling in the bar.

He knows this person, an illegal immigrant, who has been here for two years and has been working here. Every month the boss gives him 20, which is considered to have a little conscience.

Looking at him trembling there, Burton's brain was spinning at a high speed like never before.

"I'll make a deal with you. You run out and help me attract fire. If you die, I'll mail five thousand to your family."

"If you live, I'll give you this money directly."

The waiter didn't hesitate for too long and agreed, "You really are a beast, Burton!"

They actually spent a long time together. Burton came every day, and he often provided services for Burton. After going back and forth, the two became familiar.

Sometimes they would chat a few words. The waiter has always been proud and honored to be able to chat with big shots like Mr. Burton.

But I didn't expect that this Burton, who had a high status in his mind, was this kind of person!

The waiter looked at the weapon pointing at him in Burton's hand, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.

Burton didn't show any embarrassed expression, "I just want to live, sorry, I will compensate you!"

He shook the pistol, and the doorbell rang again, "I'm going to shoot."

"Fuck!", this time it was the waiter's turn. He looked at Burton viciously, "You said it, five thousand!"

Burton nodded, "Five thousand, I said it!"

The waiter took two deep breaths. He seemed to have gathered his courage, and suddenly rushed out shouting "Ah ah"!

In an instant, six guns outside the counter were aimed at him and pulled the trigger.

When Burton heard the first empty chamber sound, he also gritted his teeth and bit the bullet, rushing toward the kitchen door five meters away!

While running, he fired, and the gunmen fought back a few shots and then ran out of bullets one after another, and Burton's counterattack also forced them to find cover.

Bullets whistled past him. He felt like he had been hit by a shot, but at this moment he couldn't notice these at all. He only had one idea, which was to run!

He crashed into the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. There was a back door here. He ran frantically toward the back door, and stars of blood were left on the ground.

The remaining bodyguard saw Burton run away by himself, and he began to play dead, while the gunmen saw Burton run into the kitchen and didn't dare to chase in casually for a while, so they could only curse a few words and leave quickly, leaving only a mess on the ground...

"After solving Burton, we still need to solve one person, and that is Mo Lisi."

The professor took the chalk and drew a few circles around Mo Lisi's photo, and also clicked a few times with the chalk to concentrate people's attention.

"If Burton is one of Lanse's eyes, then Mo Lisi is Lanse's other eye. Although a cyclops is not good-looking, at least he can still see."

"We want to make Lanse completely blind!"

"Mo Lisi's father likes gambling. During this period, we have already found the place where Mo Lisi's father often goes through Qiaobafu's relationship."

"Find a way to detain him, and then let Mo Lisi come over to pay him, just in the name of him losing money gambling. Mo Lisi will definitely come."

"Ever since Mo Lisi followed Lanse, his father has lost many times and asked him to send money, so he won't have any precautions."

"Losing Burton and Mo Lisi, Lanse will be like a blind man, completely losing control over the Imperial District!"

The professor pushed his glasses, "Without eyes, the sky is dark, which is just convenient for us to act!"

Beside the gambling table, Mo Lisi's father, wearing clothes that were not cheap, cursed and threw the cards on the table. They were playing poker, a way of playing between players and players.

The big blind is ten, but the win or loss of each hand cannot be judged based on the size of the blind. Sometimes the win or loss of a hand is ten times or even a hundred times the blind!

Lost again!

He looked at the two strangers on the other side of the gambling table with unkind expressions, "I haven't seen you before."

The two glanced at him sideways, "If you want to play, continue to buy in. If you have no money, get out. Don't block others from playing, and don't hinder me from making money!"

"Bastard!", Mo Lisi's father looked at the operator of the casino, "Give me another box of chips."

A box is fifty. The operator of the casino walked over with chips and whispered while giving them to him, "This is the last box. You can't beat them."

But he didn't listen at all. He had already lost seven or eight hundred. Now what he is gambling is not winning or losing, but a breath!

Unsurprisingly, he lost again. The operator of the casino could only call Mo Lisi, "Your father lost a lot..."

Mo Lisi, who was playing ball, hung up the phone. He exhaled, a bit of a headache, and temporarily said goodbye to others.

Although sometimes he quite hates his father always counting money, he cannot deny that although his father is a gambler, he didn't abuse him since he was a child, and he took him to mix some benefits in the casino.

Now he has money, and he doesn't care about the win or loss of his father's small card games.

It's just that he always hangs on the account, and if he loses, he asks his son to pay. In fact, Mo Lisi also understands that this is a way for his father to show off to his card friends.

So whenever the casino calls him, he will also go over. After all, that is his father, and a father who is quite good to him!