Chapter 393: 395. Chapter 389: If It's Not Mine, I Don't Want It and Locking onto the Target

395. Chapter 389: If It's Not Mine, I Don't Want It and Locking onto the Target

In the morning, Ma Duoer brought some people back from the pier, and Lans received them in the open space behind the office.

And with two of them, he came into the office together.

"These are all my former comrades-in-arms. Luigi was killed by their own hands."

He handed a few photos to Lans, including a newspaper.

For a small country like the Republic of Aldra, the death of a foreigner was definitely not a big deal.

There were always people in this world who didn't believe in evil. You told them it was dangerous there and not to go there for tourism, but there were people who insisted on going to see whether it was dangerous or not.

Xiang Yalan was included in the "Travel Danger List" in many wealthy countries because it was too poor.

During this period, cross-regional withdrawals from the same bank were troublesome, let alone cross-border and cross-bank withdrawals, so most people would carry money on their bodies.

For tourists from wealthy countries, this might be a small amount, but for the people of Xiang Yalan, it was a large sum of money!

They felt it was worth taking risks for a large sum of money, or even money that could achieve their financial freedom.

Every year, many tourists went missing in Xiang Yalan. The local government could do nothing about it and could only say, "Don't fucking go to dangerous places." They didn't even talk about whether to stay or not; it was don't even go.

They wouldn't report whether these foreigners were killed after being robbed or killed after being violated. They wouldn't report it. Who the fuck would take the initiative to report this?

But Luigi was different. He was a relatively famous foreign businessman in the Republic of Aldra. His death would surely trigger some changes locally.

The newspaper reported his death, along with some death photos taken at close range by reporters.

Half of his face was blown away, and the cerebellum was penetrated. This was his true cause of death.

Lans curled his lips after looking at the photos twice and threw them into the trash can, as well as the newspaper.

"It's terrible, the public security in Aldra. Fortunately, the Federation is safe." He curled his lips, felt sorry for his encounter, and then smiled.

"How should I address the two of you?"

Ma Duoer introduced, "The one on the left is Abel, a former second lieutenant in the Imperial Army's Second Group Army."

"The one on the right is..."

The guy who looked taller took a step forward. "Griggs, also a soldier in the Army's Second Group Army, a lieutenant."

Lans raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ma Duoer.

The latter explained, "Actually, many of us came out of the Imperial Army."

If the rebel army wanted to form combat effectiveness quickly, relying solely on those farmers who had just put down their hoes was simply impossible!

This wasn't ancient times; finding some farmers and giving each a spear could be called military strength.

This was a more developed world with rifles, artillery, and even some simple mechanized troops. Farmers who hadn't received training wouldn't even know how to fire a gun. How could you let them fight against the regular army?

And still fucking make the regular army collapse?

This wasn't realistic!

Untrained farmers were never the opponents of the regular army. If someone told you that a group of farmers who had just received weapons and didn't know how to pull the bolt could make professional soldiers collapse, they must be lying!

In fact, in the early stages of various rebel armies, many were supported by nobles behind the scenes. They gave money, supplies, and even officers and troops.

And when they fought, they let the army go easy, leading to the phenomenon of three or five hundred rebel soldiers chasing thousands of Imperial troops.

It was precisely because of this that the Imperial situation collapsed so quickly.

It wasn't that these rebel armies were so powerful, but that the nobles were too powerful!

Now that His Majesty the Emperor and the great nobles seemed to have sorted out the division of interests, some people were starting to be liquidated.

Those nobles who were put on the dining table became the sacrifices to end this farce. Now that everyone's interest demands had been satisfied, well, the peasant uprising was over.

Ma Duoer, Abel, Griggs, and the soldiers outside, along with their former "masters," had all become victims of interests. Their masters had been put on the dining table, and their fate was also obvious.

They would be executed in the name of "rebels," and it would also implicate their families and clans.

For middle and lower-level managers, they didn't care if these people were really rebelling, nor did they care about the reasons for their rebellion; they only cared about catering to those above.

In other words, if there were no changes, they were dead!

"Politics is always dirty. I deeply regret your encounter!" Lans nodded slightly. "I don't care what you did in the past. Now you work for me, and I will arrange to bring all your families over."

"Ma Duoer can do this; you are experienced."

Ma Duoer nodded on the side and said, "Yes, our families have already been brought over."

The two of them looked very calm, not at all like they had heard this good news.

You know, when Ma Duoer and the others heard that they could bring their families over, everyone showed a look of ecstasy!

No one knew how the situation in the Empire would develop, nor did they know if the executioner's beheading axe would turn toward their families. Only by bringing them to the Federation were they truly safe.

Griggs bowed slightly. "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Lans."

He glanced at Ma Duoer. Ma Duoer's expression showed a brief shock, followed by becoming a bit serious. He didn't even have time to stop it before Griggs said, "Mr. Lans, I want to talk to you about a business..."

"Shut up!"

Ma Duoer glared at him. "You shouldn't say this!"

Griggs didn't look at him but looked at Lans with glowing eyes. Lans wasn't quite sure what they were doing. He was silent for a while.

"I trust Ma Duoer very much. He protected me in a crisis. If he thinks your behavior is inappropriate, I will give you a sum of money. You can try your luck here, or I can arrange for someone to send you back to the Empire."

This sentence forced Griggs to look at Ma Duoer. Ma Duoer glared at him, but he didn't have the slightest fear. "This is the meaning of the Young General."

As soon as the term "Young General" came out, Ma Duoer's expression also eased a little. Lans was more interested in learning about these stories.

He glanced at his watch. "We still have plenty of time. Are you willing to share these stories with me?"

"Just a simple sharing!"

Ma Duoer sat back. He knew where to start. Griggs said directly, "Let me say it."

Lans nodded slightly. "Please speak."

"We are all the General's soldiers. The General has been secretly captured and executed. They fought to the death to protect the Young General and let him escape. Now we have regrouped around the Young General and are fighting for him."

"We, including Ma Duoer, have all received the Young General's kindness. If it weren't for him, Mr. Lans, you know the situation in the Empire; many people would die!"

"He didn't abandon us in times of danger, and now we cannot abandon him. We did come with a purpose and a mission."

"The Young General wants to overturn the corrupt rule of the royal family. We will all fight for this great and sacred goal, even if it means being smashed to pieces!"

"But we are currently lacking funds, supplies, and everything."

"We can sell our lives for you, Mr. Lans. We are the best executors. We are professionally trained soldiers. I will be a sharp spear!"

"We will pierce all the shields and enemies behind the shields that block your path forward, and all you have to do is support our just cause!"

Lans frowned as he listened. "You are the sharpest spear in someone else's hands, not mine. This makes me very worried. Will the spearhead turn against me one day?"

"Because I have what your master wants here. When our interests and will are not consistent, whose side will you be on?"

He shook his head and glanced at Ma Duoer. "Withdraw some money from Mero, take your friends around, and then arrange them according to their own wishes."

"Stay or go back."

"Mr. Lans!" Griggs raised his voice and stood up.

Abel also stood up. Helam, who had been sitting in the corner without much presence, took out his weapon directly and looked at them.

As long as they moved again, he would kill them all!

He didn't care whose soldier these were, nor did he care what happened to their master now.

Lans sat on the chair with his legs crossed. He spread his hands. "This is the Federation, my territory, and I have the final say!"

Ma Duoer also got up, looking at them, his expression very displeased. "Get out, you make me very disappointed!"

Griggs and Abel looked at each other, apologized with some disappointment, and turned to leave.

Lans glanced at Helam, and the latter followed them out.

He had people keep an eye on this group, and if necessary, he would send them to the police station.

Although Lans was willing to integrate and unite the Imperial people, he would not accept these forces that obviously didn't belong to him.

Walking out of the house, Ma Duoer started complaining, "I thought you were really planning to defect to me."

Griggs squinted at him. "And learn to be a deserter like you?"

This sentence left Ma Duoer speechless. From a practical point of view, he was indeed a deserter.

"I'm going to make a phone call." Griggs went straight out of the company gate and walked toward the phone booth at the door. He had to contact the Young General's people.

In fact, it wasn't just this part of them that came to the Federation; there were others, all seeking various help.

The royal family and the great nobles had already negotiated the distribution of interests. The next step was the crazy encirclement and suppression of the rebel army, especially those like the Young General who should have been executed but survived.

He had enough connections in the Empire. Once he was given the opportunity to grow, it was hard to say whether those nobles would have other ideas and thoughts.

Some people gained huge benefits, while others paid a heavy price.

The winners hoped that the current situation would continue forever, while the losers hoped to reshuffle the deck.

The call was quickly connected, and Griggs talked to the person on the other side about what had just happened.

Outside the phone booth, Ma Duoer looked at Abel and said, "You shouldn't have done that. This will make it very difficult for me."

Abel showed some apologetic smiles. "Actually... many things happened after you left."

"They surrounded our hometown, took a roster, grabbed all our families, and forced us to surrender."

When he said this, Ma Duoer already knew what would happen next. A "My God" escaped from his mouth.

"Yes, you know, they are all dead."

Abel rubbed his face. "Now what keeps us alive is the power of hatred, so you and your Mr. Lans don't need to worry about what we will do at all."

"At least before completing the revenge, we won't do anything. We will be the quietest and most useful tools."

"Whoever can bring us hope of revenge, we will fight for whoever!"

Ma Duoer felt a lingering fear in his heart. Fortunately, his family had already been brought to the Federation by him. He couldn't imagine that if he had known Lans later, maybe his family would have been poisoned too!

He walked over and gave Abel a hug. "Everything will be fine."

While talking, Griggs walked out of the phone booth. "Martin will come over. We will stay here for two days. You help us arrange it."

Ma Duoer rolled his eyes, but eventually agreed.

Martin was the General's cousin and the family's chief steward. He was sent to the Federation by the Young General to get some help.

Ma Duoer sighed. "You should have told me in advance."

Griggs appeared very unreserved. "And then we send back the money he gave me?"

"I don't like lying, Ma Duoer. What it is, it is. If he can accept it, then we will sell our lives for him."

"If he can't accept it, then we will look for people who are willing to trade with us. That's it!"

Considering that the other party's whole family was dead, it was difficult for Ma Duoer to care about these old friends. He just nodded. "Okay, you guys take a little rest these two days and see if Martin can convince the boss."

"Boss?" Griggs asked.

"Boss!" Ma Duoer increased his tone a little. "He gave us our current life and brought our families over. I sell my life for him. That's it."

"What about the General?" Griggs asked again.

Abel on the side hurriedly stood between the two. "Okay, okay, don't say these. I haven't been to the Federation yet. It's just right to look around. They all say the water here is sweet!"

Ma Duoer squinted at Griggs, a person completely dominated by hatred. He was too lazy to continue talking to this former friend.

He looked at Abel, his mouth slightly raised, wanting to laugh, but held back.

"The water is indeed sweet, but not necessarily safe."

Abel scratched his head. "What do you mean?"

Then Ma Duoer began to explain what this meant. In fact, when he first came, he also liked to drink the water in the tap, sweet, just like sugar was added!

But when he heard Lans say that the heavy metals in these waters exceeded the standard and would be poisoned if he drank too much, he had an expression of "what the fuck did I hear"!

He even asked Lans if the federal government was afraid of people dying by doing this?

In fact, they were really not afraid of anyone being poisoned!

Because this requires a very long process. Even if someone is poisoned, the victim's family still has to prove that their death is related to the water supply system, and they have to find a way to win the lawsuit before they can get compensation from the federal government and the water supply company.

The energy and expenses they need to spend may far exceed what they can get, so the federal government and the water supply company are not worried at all.

Replacing the entire water network is a super large project, and they simply can't come up with so much extra budget!

Lans, standing on the second floor, watched Ma Duoer take his people away, and his eyes were retracted from behind the blinds.

There were many people sitting in the office. Lans returned to the chair and sat down. "Keep an eye on them. If they cause us trouble, kill them directly."

He paused as he spoke. "Is anyone still making trouble at the pier today?"

Erwin was now responsible for this matter. He shook his head and said, "No, many workers have already signed the 'Waiver of Rights' and then rolled away with their final wages."

Lans showed some disdain. "They once had a better choice, but greed destroyed them!"

He paused. "The firm continues to recruit people, and our people also continue to recruit. When the Councilor is almost gone, we will clean up those little pieces of trash."

His eyes looked at Mo Lisi sitting in a wheelchair in the corner. "Is your body better?"

Mo Lisi's face didn't look very good. He hadn't fully recovered, but he just couldn't stay idle.

"A little better, at least it doesn't hurt so much."

Lans thought for a while. "You continue to take over your people, and at the same time, I will allocate another sum of money to you to continue to expand. I want you to monitor the Five Great Families."

This sentence was beyond everyone's expectations, but then it was a look of ecstasy!

"Are we... going to move against the Five Great Families?"

Lans nodded. "First is the Cassia family, then the Koda family. Councilor Williams wants to be mayor and needs to bring out more benefits."

"It's unrealistic for us to give up all the profits from alcohol, but besides the alcohol business, the places in New Jincheng that can produce so much profit are the pier business and the Koda family's casino business."

"Those people in the Bay Area are too cliquey. We are not easy to move now, and we still lack some foundation and strength."

"But the Koda family has no problems. This is the price of their wrong bet!"

People listened and rubbed their hands. "Great, I've long been tired of people always hanging the Five Great Families on their lips. If you ask me, New Jincheng has only one family, and that is our Lans family!"

Lans couldn't help laughing after listening. "Very good, very motivated, then let's work around this goal!"

He glanced at his watch again. "I'm going to attend a party tonight. If you have nothing else to do, go do whatever you want..." ===== CHAPTER 394 =====