Chapter 470: 473. Chapter 466 Failed Kidnapping Case

473. Chapter 466 Failed Kidnapping Case

Sixty minutes ago, in a telephone booth on the side of the road, a middle-aged man in a windbreaker stood inside, pinching a burning cigarette.

He kept nodding at the phone, his expression looking like he had eaten shit.

"... I don't care how you do it, I just want to see this son of a bitch named Lansi White appear in the newspaper, understand what I mean?"

"He is lying on the ground or somewhere, with a hole in his head, I only want these!"

"As for how you do it, I don't care!"

The director hung up the phone because these gunmen told him that it was very difficult to find a suitable opportunity to take action against Lansi in a short time.

Lansi moves with three or four cars, four or five cars, and a large group of people following him.

The place where he lives is tightly guarded, he has no fixed habits and routes for going out, and after arriving at the place, his bodyguards clear the scene first, and then he will get off the car...

Wanting to intercept and kill him on the road is basically a difficult thing, unless they get more people to come.

Twenty or thirty people, or more, only then have such a possibility.

With fewer people, it's simply impossible.

But the director who contacted them didn't listen to their explanation. Now he only wants a result!

The Commissioner and the Commissioner's team have been completely "written off." Not only has the group company's face been unable to hang, but they also have to face huge compensation!

CEO, Chairman, now they only want to vent their anger!

If they can kill Lansi, even if they pay a large sum of money to them, this is acceptable!

The company's purpose is very simple, just to tell others through such things that if you want to get a sum of money from the company through extortion and the like, no problem.

As long as you are prepared for death, then come!

This is a question of attitude.

But when a wild dog bares its teeth at you, and you don't carry out a firm counterattack, more wild dogs will try to provoke your authority and test your majesty!

This is not a question of money, it is a question of stance and attitude!

Looking at the phone that hung up in his hand, the windbreaker man kicked the base of the telephone booth. He cursed, and then walked out of the telephone booth and sat into the car on the side of the road.

"They require us to take action as soon as possible," he pinched the cigarette and took a big puff. The irritable mood kept surging.

The person beside him couldn't help but complain, "The success rate of taking action now is too low, unless we can find more people, or can find a sharpshooter to come."

"But we can'

Hitting a target from several hundred meters away with a single shot?

It sounds quite reliable, but those who have never tried it simply cannot understand the difficulty of doing so!

In an era where firearm precision is not that accurate, and one must also consider factors like wind speed, trajectory, and distance, a sniper capable of hitting a human-sized target from several hundred meters away exists only in the military, and they are extremely rare!

Ultimately, they still have to get close to the target.

But approaching a target without some "additional items" leaves only one possibility—everyone dies.

"We have to think of a way; if it really doesn't work, we'll just go back and tell the Boss that we can't handle this job."

After the few people in the car thought for a while, someone suggested, "We can use explosives."

The others' gazes were all focused on him, and he continued, "Anyway, all they want is Lanse, not that we have to kill him in a specific way."

"We kidnap a character who is important to Lanse, and then make him come personally to save the person."

"Set up some explosives, and as soon as he comes, we'll send him to the sky!" He used his hand to make an explosion gesture, and after the others heard this, they actually felt that this plan was feasible!

"No need for aiming, and no need for many people; we only need a bait, and then wait for him to come to our door!"

This is indeed a good method, but it also has some problems.

Someone asked, "Who should we kidnap?"

"His sister?"

The person who proposed this suggestion waved his hand, "No, Lanse is an Imperial, but his sister is a Federal citizen. Don't you know that they recently have a way to let foreigners become Federal citizens?"

"Maybe he would hope even more than us that that nominal sister is finished, so that no one can expose his identity."

"Then who do we kidnap?"

"His girlfriend, or his good friend?"

Lanse's "good friends" are basically gang members, and they are all very fierce gang members. They could attack these characters to provoke Lanse, but the possibility of kidnapping these people to lure Lanse over is not very high.

They had also observed Patricia, but Patricia is currently in the villa, and there is a security team of over a dozen people outside the villa providing protection.

There are only a few of them; not to mention having no chance at all, even if there were a small chance, it would require paying a heavy price.

Finally, the person who raised the question provided a character he deemed suitable—

"William, William Lawrence, the father of Lanse's girlfriend, and also his business partner."

"He just became a municipal councilor, and now he runs around everywhere every day, and his itinerary can be found out."

"He is Lanse's important business partner, and also his girlfriend's father; Lanse will definitely come!"

The person sitting in the driver's seat asked, "What if he doesn't come?"

"The possibility of you knowing it's a trap and still stepping into it is not high; he is very likely to let his subordinates come to save the person."

The person who proposed this idea could only shrug and say, "Then we'll just detonate the bomb and leave here, and let the Boss deal with those big shots."

After the few people pondered for a while, they agreed with his idea.

It is not difficult to know what William does in a day; his daily itinerary is almost transparent now, as long as one calls his office.

Soon, they knew that William was still in the office and was about to leave, so they drove to the outside of William's office and waited for him to come out.

After lunch, they indeed saw William get into the car, and then they followed closely behind.

The car William was riding in was moving very fast, and they had to accelerate as well, otherwise, they might be shaken off at a traffic light!

"I've looked at the map; the street they are going down will have fewer and fewer people. Once there aren't many people on the road, we'll make our move."

Just as they were discussing when to make their move, William in the back seat of the car in front suddenly turned around and looked back at them through the rear window.

And at this very moment, they knew they had been discovered!

"Fuck, ram into them!"

The few people grabbed the armrests, and the man in the trench coat in the passenger seat told the driver to ram into them and find a way to intercept the car.

The simplest way is to slam the steering wheel when the front of the car reaches the rear one-third to one-half of the other car's speed.

This can force the other party's car to lose control; at such a high speed, it will definitely crash into the roadside.

By then, they will grab William out of the car, bring him into their car, and leave; this matter will be resolved.

Of course, they indeed did exactly that; the driver floored the accelerator, and vaguely, there was already a chance to intercept. He looked at the back seat of that car with a slightly expectant, twisted smile on his face.

The look of panic he wanted to see did not appear in his eyes; he only saw a man holding a gun in his hand.

"Fuck!"

"They have guns!"

The front of the car that was supposed to ram into them suddenly swerved after the driver slammed on the brakes.

The moment the gunfire rang out, it turned this kidnapping case into a vehicle chase and shootout.

The man in the trench coat in the passenger seat kept cursing; he took out his weapon and fired continuously at the car opposite, "Shoot their tires, shoot the tires!"

Two people fired maybe ten or twenty shots, and finally hit a tire.

The car William was riding in swayed violently and crashed into a shop on the side of the road, and the car came to a stop.

After the violent impact, his whole person was dazed, as if someone had turned off the lights, and the whole world was pitch black.

The violent impact caused his brain to suffer a concussion, and the gunfire ringing in his ears kept telling him that this place was not safe.

But he couldn't even stand up now; he could only curl up behind the car door, watching a dark shadow continuously firing in front of him.

Only the occasional flash of fire from the muzzle could light up some colors of the world, but it would soon return to dimness.

I don't know how long it had been, but William suddenly shivered!

A stream of warm, wet stuff spilled onto his face, and at the same time, a heavy body pressed onto him, and the dim world in his eyes began to gradually brighten again.

He pushed away the guy pressing on him; the guy had taken a shot to the face, and one eyeball was about to fall out.

Fresh, hot blood and messy things spilled all over his face, and a strong sense of fear rose from the depths of his heart!

Fear to the limit is the birth of anger!

He pushed this corpse onto the seat next to him and used force to pry the corpse's fingers.

When a person dies, the extremities of the body are sometimes in a state of tension; he broke several of this guy's fingers before he got the pistol into his own hands.

He wiped the blood off his face and raised his hand to fire two shots!

He had used guns and knew how to use them; the boys of the Lawrence family had their own hunting rifles from a young age.

There were many animals around the farm that would cause them trouble, such as coyotes, rabbits, foxes, and even wild boars.

These animals would bring huge losses to the farm; they would kill the livestock in the farm, and some would make a mess of the farmland!

So they had their own hunting rifles from a young age, and in the summer and autumn, under the guidance of the older generation, they would shoot these small animals everywhere.

This was the first time William had fired at a person; the thrill of bullets whistling past him brought about a rapid secretion of adrenaline!

He felt himself to be incomparably powerful, invincible, at this moment!

The shootout between the two sides lasted for a minute or two. William felt all over the bodyguard beside him, but could no longer find any other magazines, and there were not many bullets left in his pistol.

There were three other people in the car, a bodyguard and his assistant; all three had lowered their bodies, not exposing themselves to the sight of those people.

He ejected the magazine and took a look; there weren't many bullets left. Now he could only hope that the other side didn't have many bullets either.

After all, no one goes out to do business carrying a box of bullets, and even if they did, there wouldn't be time to reload.

Most people carry three to five spare magazines, which adds up to about fifty to sixty bullets. If the winner hasn't been decided after all these bullets are fired, then whether there are more or fewer bullets doesn't really matter.

At this time, William's mind was still very chaotic, but suddenly he froze for a moment, and then shouted, "I am William, Lanse's business partner, who can help me?"

Slight cursing sounds came from afar; these people also understood William's meaning. They tried to rush over, but after William fired two shots, those people shrank back again.

No one is not afraid of death, even these gunmen.

Now what William needs to do is to drag out the time, drag it out until Lanse's people arrive here.

He had heard that on Lanse's turf, there are his patrol teams!

"Whoever it is, I hope they can come as soon as possible!", he made the most earnest prayer of his life!

The ding-a-ling of the telephone rang suddenly. Alan glanced at Lanse's room where the lights were not on, and he answered it directly.

Then his expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted, "Get some people to come with me, bring weapons," and as he spoke, he ran toward the outside.

The place where William was attacked was in the city center, but the place he was going to today was the Imperial District, because he was going to the Imperial District to choose a piece of land, so this was already the boundary between the city center and the Imperial District.

Someone heard William's shouting, and they told Bolton about this, and Bolton's call was made to here.

"Fuck, fuck!"

The gunman in the trench coat hid behind cover. He looked at the car that had clearly lost power and William shouting inside, but he had no other good way!

Now he must make a decision: risk going over to grab the person and take him away, or leave Jincheng immediately?

He looked at the others, the guys who came here to do business with him; every one of them avoided his gaze.

He knew they were unwilling to rush up.

In fact, this problem had the same result for him; he asked himself, was he willing to risk rushing over?

Without any inner struggle, he gave himself an answer.

No, he was not willing to risk rushing to the front, which is why he looked at the others.

Now, he knew that everyone's thoughts were the same.

Never has any group been able to maintain such highly consistent thinking, except on this matter!

Since everyone is unwilling to take risks, then they can only leave.

Their mission this time was not to shoot a municipal councilor with no value, but to kidnap him!

When they found that kidnapping was not possible, there was no need to stay; this operation failed!

"Go...", without any hesitation, he gave the order to retreat.

The few people quickly got into the car, as quickly as if they had been trained a thousand times to find their positions. The car was immediately started, and then the steering wheel was turned, and they floored the accelerator toward another road.

Just as the vehicle was about to leave, a car rammed into them from the side...

Twenty minutes later, Lanse arrived at the hospital.

William was leaning on the hospital bed.

"Are you injured?", Lanse walked to the chair beside the hospital bed and sat down.

William stretched out his hands to show himself, "They said I have a concussion, some wounds on my body, and glass shards scratched me."

He thought of the young man who died on him, "That... the guy next to me, he..."

Lanse pursed his lips, "Dead, you don't think you can survive after taking a shot to the face, do you?"

Although there have been similar rumors, saying that someone had their chin blown off by a bullet, or survived a shot to the head, individual cases are individual cases after all.

The bullet pierced the base of the young man's skull; he was dead as dead could be.

William's mood was slightly low, "I'm very sorry."

Lanse raised his hand, "No, you don't need to apologize; this is his job. You should respect his job, and the courage he had to be willing to pay the price of his life for this job."

"You should thank him for not abandoning you at such a time."

"If you really want to do something, then give his family a sum of money."

William nodded, "I will!"

The room was quiet for a while, "Can I know who wants to deal with me?"

Lanse clapped his hands, and he leaned his body slightly forward, "To tell you the truth, they wanted to use you to find trouble for me."

"You were implicated."

When William heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that they weren't specifically looking for trouble with him.

"I remember you caught them?"

Lanse did not deny it, "Yes, they are being questioned. If nothing goes wrong, I will be able to resolve this matter soon."

"Emily and Pat are very worried about you; you can call them back later."

"It's best to carry a weapon when you go out recently; it might not save your life, but it will definitely take the lives of those who want to hurt you."

"I still have to deal with those people, I'm leaving first; I've left new bodyguards for you at the door."

"Goodbye!"

William looked at him for a few seconds, as if he were in a daze, and then said goodbye.

After Lanse left, he lay back down, looking at the clean white ceiling, his mind recalling the scene where the eyeball fell out.

At this moment, he didn't feel much fear, only the luck of surviving a disaster, and some guilt.

There were many police officers outside the door, and the police officers all took the initiative to greet Lanse when they saw him. Branch Chief Bulu also came over, "Those suspects..."

"After I get what I want, I will hand them over to you, but I don't guarantee whether they can be handed over to you intact."

Regarding this, Branch Chief Bulu had no reason at all; even if it were a corpse, it would count as a "perfect" conclusion to the case.

He didn't dare to ask for more now, because he could feel that Lanse was not in a good mood.

Of course, those who were in a worse mood than him were the few gunmen who were caught.

Not only were they not in a good mood, but their throats were also not very good.