Chapter 396: The Old Ends and the New Begins

"I won, hahaha, I won!" He laughed and threw the cards in his hand onto the table. The excitement made him ignore the fact that the eyes of the people around him were not looking at him, but at his back.

He reached out to stack the money on the table, but saw that the people at the table didn't even want the money box and turned to flee from here.

It was also at this moment that he turned his head to look at the roadside.

In this process, he could feel a kind of thing he couldn't say calling him, just like he suddenly gained the power to visit fate.

He saw his fate line, and in the next second, it broke.

Two gunmen sat in the car, and the dark muzzle in their hands was facing him.

Time seemed to be paused at this moment, and his eyes became exceptionally good. He could even see the appearance of these two gunmen!

His brain made his body make a dodging action, but time was paused, and his body simply couldn't do these things.

He wanted to curse a dirty word or something. The moment this thought appeared, time recovered.

The dirty word was finally not cursed, and was drowned by the sound of gunfire.

The bullets of da-da-da tore the street that had just been calm for not long. He fell from the chair, still thinking about crawling back into the delicatessen, but he was hit by too many bullets, struggled simply on the ground and had no movement.

The wheels rotated rapidly so that a burst of blue smoke rubbed on the ground. The car whistled and disappeared on the streets of the city. Some of his subordinates in the delicatessen took weapons and bent over and rushed out of the delicatessen, and couldn't even eat the exhaust of the car.

They looked at the leader who had fallen into a pool of blood, and for a while didn't know what to do!

In a small square, a guy who looked not much different from ordinary people held a bag of pigeon food in his hand, and a large number of pigeons gathered around him.

He liked to feed pigeons, not because pigeons were a symbol of peace, but just because he felt these little things were cute, and no one was so complicated.

Every once in a while, he would come here to attract pigeons.

He came more often, and obviously the pigeons were not so afraid of him.

Those white feathers symbolized purity, and he had no burden to get along with these small animals. This was also a way for him to relieve his pressure.

He sat on the bench, grabbed a handful of things like rice and corn, and threw some out.

A large number of pigeons flapped their wings and scrambled for the pigeon food on the ground in front of him. He glanced at a few subordinates in the distance, thinking about the subsequent development of the gang in his mind.

Lans obviously wanted to strongly unify the port area, and he was unwilling to be ruled by others.

At first, it was the Brother Gang that controlled here, then the Wolf Gang, and now another Lans family came.

When could they really stand up?

He didn't know, but he knew that he actually didn't have many choices.

Either stay and continue to fight, or leave on the spot.

Just when he was considering these things, suddenly a few people walked toward this side.

His subordinates took the initiative to block the way of these people, and said in a voice he could vaguely hear, "If you don't want to cause trouble, you'd better change the road!"

He looked at those people. He didn't have that kind of Virgin mentality, nor did he have the idea of letting them go. This was his privilege, and he was fully qualified to enjoy these.

"Better not scare my pigeons!" He muttered. If the other party scared his pigeons, he would make these people pay the price.

However, in the next second, the sudden sound of gunfire made a large number of pigeons fly into the sky in fright!

The flapping pigeons and the feathers that fell when they were panicked and flew high blocked his sight. He couldn't see what happened at all, and even had to protect his head with his arms.

When the pigeons began to circle in the air, he was finally able to look at the place where the gunfire came from.

His subordinates lay on the ground, and four gunmen had stood less than five meters away from him, and raised the pistols in their hands.

"I...", he wanted to beg for mercy, but in the next second he saw the flames vaguely visible from those muzzles.

Strands of power drilled into his body, and he fell straight to the ground.

The last thing remaining in his eyes was the pigeons circling in the sky.

A pigeon shit fell from the sky and dripped on his face. The spirit in his eyes slowly dissipated and was never seen again!

"Fuck, fuck!"

In the alley of the city block, a young man of twenty-four or five years old was running wildly!

His face was full of horror, because just now, two gunmen shot at him!

He reacted, and his brother blocked a few bullets for him.

This should have been a "good story" similar to Paul and his cousin, but if you consider that he pushed his brother, maybe this story is not so perfect.

In short, he escaped the first round of shooting and ran into the alley.

He was very familiar with this place. He fought back while running wildly.

The alleys of the Federation were very clean. There were not so many sundries here to block the people behind from catching up with him, because as long as they were worth a little money, they were all found by homeless people and sold for money.

Those things that were not worth money, such as wood, things that could burn, were also taken away by them and turned into firewood, thrown into abandoned oil drums and lit, as things to keep warm in winter.

So here, except for garbage, shit, and urine, there is actually nothing else.

The people behind chased very tightly, and he felt his lungs starting to burn.

Since he didn't need to run often to avoid some trouble like in the past, he rarely exercised violently.

This also led to a huge regression in his physical strength, so that he started panting not long after running.

Run, run faster, otherwise you will die!

Obviously there were only two people behind him, but he just had a feeling that as long as he stopped, he would die!

At this time, he wanted to curse all the idiots who took away the things that were slightly useful in this box, and the homeless.

He also hoped that his subordinates could catch up as soon as possible to help him escape the slaughter!

As long as he could escape this assassination, he guaranteed that he would leave the port area immediately.

He actually knew, knew who arranged for people to assassinate him. He also regretted a little now, why did he oppose it at the beginning?

He hated himself, and he hated Lans. Why didn't Lans send someone to talk to him privately?

Wolf Gang, Professor, Wolf, weren't they all doing this?

Seeing that the light at the alley entrance was getting stronger and stronger, he had a trace of a smile of escaping from birth on his face!

As long as he could rush out of the alley and cross the road, he could see his people there!

The hot lungs seemed to be much better, and the tired pace became light again. The moment he rushed out of the shadow and embraced the sun, a car quickly hit him and flew out!

He lay on the ground, his body twitching constantly, and blood slowly overflowed from his mouth and nose.

He didn't move now, only his eyeballs could turn. He was still alive, but he was not far from death.

Two gunmen rushed out of the alley entrance, they inserted their weapons into the holster, and then quickly got into the car and left from his side.

A strong desire to vomit rose from the bottom of his heart, and there was more and more blood. He didn't know why, clearly it was summer, and he was clearly bathed in the sun.

But he still felt that not only was he getting colder and colder, but everything around him was constantly being swallowed by darkness...

The vehicle returned to the company, the gunmen got off the car, and handed the weapons to the gunsmith.

Although the police in New Jincheng might not necessarily dare to come to Lans for trouble, they must be prepared.

They handed in the guns, went to Lans to report, and described in detail how they solved this guy.

Lans listened very carefully. When he heard that the other party was already vomiting blood and twitching after being hit, he nodded very satisfied.

"Go to Mero to receive this mission subsidy. You will have a five-day holiday next."

"You can continue to work, accumulate these holidays, and you can also go to relax well. The hot girls are waiting for you!"

The gunmen, including the driver, laughed and left. Another subsidy of hundreds of dollars, this is why they are willing to work for Lans.

Never in arrears, as long as the work is finished, you can get the money immediately.

The door was closed again, and Lans glanced at the list on the table. "There are two more that haven't been killed, one hasn't been found, and one... has run away in advance."

He put this list on the corner of the table and looked at Mo Lisi sitting in the corner.

Clearly it was midsummer, and he covered a thin blanket on his legs. From time to time, he would cough twice and show a painful expression.

The lung surgery was finished and was also recovering. This might continue for a period of time.

As for what it could recover into, no one knew.

"This matter is left to you."

Mo Lisi showed a grateful expression. He didn't want to really become a useless person. Being able to do something within his power for the family was the faith and motivation for him to live now!

"Cough... left to me."

Lans nodded slightly, and then looked at Erwin. "Go and tell those gang members, either pack up and go home to find a job, or go to other areas, don't fucking stay on my territory."

"This place doesn't need them!"

"In addition, tell the boys to find all the street elders who have status on the street here. I have something to tell them."

"Deruixi goes to be responsible for site selection. We have to open at least twenty to thirty bars in the port area. If you choose a good place, you will open directly. Everything is as usual..."

Lans arranged every work and task in an orderly manner, and soon finished all the arrangements.

He then called Branch Chief Bulu. "Does the Port Area Branch have a new branch chief candidate now?"

"Yes, are you looking for him for something?" Branch Chief Bulu tested it. He didn't know what Lans was looking for them for, but asking first was definitely not wrong.

Recently, Lans's market was still rising. At the Councilor's party, many people saw him talking to the people around the Councilor.

Also saw him exchanging business cards with the Secretary of State, and Councilor Williams was accompanying him on the side.

Although many people thought this was because the Lans family assisted the Councilor in solving the port strike problem, although the means were a bit intense, it was indeed solved!

Now no one is on strike at the pier, and the blood on the ground has been cleaned up by the new refugee workers with hairbrushes. Everything is as if nothing happened!

Lans did it beautifully, didn't cause trouble for anyone, so he was received and praised.

But some people also thought that he had walked the old path of the Five Great Families and started to squeeze into the upper-class society.

Now the Five Great Families are already going downhill.

The Pasleto family was seriously injured because of "civil strife." Now Francisco cannot suppress his grandfathers, uncles, aunts, and aunts, and can only protect himself.

The Koda family did not participate in this series of things this time. They wanted to stay out of it, but obviously their behavior was a betrayal of the vested interest group in New Jincheng, so their days behind will definitely not be good.

The destruction of the Cassia family has entered a countdown. If there are no accidents, after Keen and the Tita family clean up the Wolf Gang, they will come to deal with the Cassia family.

The Five Great Families are basically facing a reshuffle. Lans has such a chance to become one of the new Five Great Families.

Some people think that the Lans family may replace the Cassia family and become one of the new Five Great.

However, this kind of thing is hard to say, because there are other gangs competing, and Lans is not without opponents.

It's just that among these "candidates," the overall strength of the Lans family has not suffered much damage, and it is still expanding.

The Lans family, which has two regions, has basically led the vast majority of gangs!

Once they become one of the new Five Great, they will naturally become more extraordinary.

So Branch Chief Bulu became more and more "enthusiastic"—

Enthusiastic, and loyal!

Lans could feel the caution and curiosity of Branch Chief Bulu. He explained, "I have already taken the two largest districts in New Jincheng. Now I am qualified to re-formulate part of the rules."

"You come over, let's talk."

"Okay, I will call him over together immediately."

After Branch Chief Bulu hung up the phone, he drove directly to the Port Branch.

The position of the City Police Chief is determined by the mayor, but the position of the branch chief is determined by the City Police Chief. Now the position of the City Police Chief is temporarily vacant.

It is said that Hunter has resubmitted an application, recommending himself to become the new Police Chief. It is not certain when the results can be seen.

But everyone feels that the possibility is very large.

Although there is no chief now, Hunter also has a little qualification. They used some loopholes in the procedures to directly appoint the branch chief.

The new branch chief of the Port Area is called Du Ke, a local, and like most branch chiefs, he has worked in the police system for many years.

Not the kind of person who is particularly outstanding, but not unknown.

If he was really unknown, Hunter would not choose him.

After Branch Chief Bulu explained the situation, Du Ke got directly into his car.

Councilor Cleveland's train had just started, and Lans moved against the remaining gang leaders in the port area.

The assassination, which was as precise as a scalpel, made him a little uneasy. After all, there were rumors that John was killed by Lans.

He even dared to kill the Police Chief. He, a branch chief, might not be in Lans's eyes even more.

The two soon arrived at Lans's office. After a simple introduction, he and Branch Chief Bulu sat opposite Lans's desk.

Lans opened the cigarette case to indicate that they could smoke, and both took one.

"I have always felt that some rules now are a bit unreasonable."

After Branch Chief Bulu and Branch Chief Du Ke leaned together to light the cigarettes, they looked at each other, just nodded, but didn't speak.

Lans continued, "For example, gangs are collecting fees from operators on the roadside, and the police are also collecting fees from them. Most of the income of a shop in a month goes into other people's pockets."

"The port area occupies many geographical conveniences. It should be more prosperous than it is now."

"But because of some reasons like this, such as chaotic fees, the business environment here is not satisfactory."

He put his ten fingers together and arched them into a tower shape. "My idea is to formulate a charging standard and unify it."

"Whether it is us or you, we don't directly collect fees from shops. Many people actually don't follow the rules. I have encountered them."

He was talking about John, obviously over-collecting, not only breaking the rules, but also giving operators huge operating pressure.

"It can't be that this group of people came to collect once today, and that group of people has to come again tomorrow. What we have to do is cultivate the environment, not destroy the environment."

"The more prosperous the port area, the better it is for us, whether it is from the perspective of income or other aspects."

The two branch chiefs looked at each other again. They both wanted the other to speak. Finally, Branch Chief Bulu spoke. He was more familiar with Lans and could talk better.

"Lans, actually... we have talked about this problem. We have many problems that need to be solved here. The police's income is too low, and it is too dangerous."

"This money is an incentive for us, and it is a guarantee. If something happens, at least it won't cause regret because there is no money!"

Lans nodded in agreement. "You are right. I didn't say not to collect, but there must be a standard. We will set up a company to do this."

"I don't not believe you, but some things do need to be treated seriously."

"How to collect money every month, how to divide this money, must have a set of rules and regulations, open and transparent."

"And I say one thing, we don't profit from it."

The two considered for a while, and Branch Chief Du Ke finally spoke. "Mr. White..."

"We are friends, friends all call me Lans."

"Lans..., how much do you plan to collect from them?"

"How much can we get?"

Lans leaned back. "Only more, not less. This is what I can guarantee." ===== CHAPTER 397 =====