Chapter 568

Shi Dong was shouting, making a scene, and cursing hysterically; he was seeking death.

He did this while crying, while being afraid, while being strong—a fool.

Lanse nodded slightly. "Satisfy him."

When he said this, Shi Dong was clearly stunned for a moment. Before the shock on his face could turn into an expression of emotion, a rope was looped around his neck and then pulled tight with force!

He didn't struggle at first, just closed his eyes; he seemed determined to die.

But as time passed bit by bit, he suddenly started to struggle uncontrollably. He grabbed the rope, wanting to untie it; he tore at it with force and even wanted to stand up.

But his legs were held down by people, and only his hands could try to pry the rope open, even if it was just a tiny gap, just enough to let him catch his breath!

But he couldn't do it; even if his fingernails were broken, he couldn't do it.

The guy behind him grabbed both ends of the rope with both hands and pulled it tight; Shi Dong was no match.

Finally, after a brief moment of stiffening from the exertion, his body suddenly went limp.

Logically speaking, it should have ended here, but immediately after, they loosened the rope and then started pressing on Shi Dong's chest and helping him with artificial respiration.

The power that had been turned off was turned back on after less than two minutes of rescue.

He took a sharp breath, his throat making a whistling sound, and he sat up abruptly, looking at the people in the room with a somewhat dazed gaze.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't; his voice was very hoarse.

Wasn't he dead?

How was he alive again?

He didn't know, but he knew one thing: being alive was really good!

Being able to breathe air freely was really good!

His eyes became different from before; although timid, although afraid, there was still the determination to face death.

At this moment, the moment of returning from the dead, his determination shattered.

His gaze dodged, no longer daring to look at Lanse, while Lanse looked at him with a smile. "Still want to die?"

He didn't speak, nor did he make any movements, just lowered his head.

"You have already died once, Shi Dong."

"This time you were dead for a few minutes, and we were still able to save you. What about next time?"

"How many minutes can you be dead next time?"

"Five minutes?"

"Ten minutes?"

"Twenty minutes?"

He shook his head. "Or is this the death of the land?"

"What does the feeling of dying feel like, Shi Dong?"

He hadn't recovered from those questions of Lanse's when his attention was taken away by a new question.

He didn't know; his mind was a blank. Perhaps this was the world after death?

No, it wasn't!

A tremor from the depths of his soul, from the depths of his species' genes, made his whole body start to tremble!

He didn't want to die!

Because he had died once, he was more afraid of dying than before, and cherished being alive more!

Even at this moment, he felt that being beaten was a kind of enjoyment; at least he was still alive!

"It seems Ted still hasn't taught you how to respect others."

He nodded slightly, and the person standing behind him suddenly tightened his neck again. Just as he wanted to struggle, the people beside him held down his arms and legs. This time, they didn't even give him a chance to struggle.

He was pressed firmly into the chair, feeling death descending bit by bit...

More than a minute later, he was placed back on the ground, and rescue started.

This rescue took a little longer, but fortunately, he was saved. Amidst violent gasping and coughing, he got up.

The coughing wasn't because of a lung problem; it was because of the heart.

Many people think that coughing must be a lung problem; in fact, heart problems also cause coughing, constant coughing, just that people don't associate them together.

After he sat up, he looked at Lanse in terror, as if he were looking at a demon.

Lanse was still the same, looking at Shi Dong with a smile. "This time, it took us ten minutes to save you, Shi Dong."

"How long do you think it will be next time?"

"Or is there no next time?"

Upon hearing these words from Lanse, he couldn't help but be afraid!

Lanse had someone bring a chair, and he sat down. "Actually, you are not as important as you think, Shi Dong."

"And it's not just you who has value."

"How many deaths do you guess Fleming can withstand?"

"What about your cousins?"

"Bandi, who is so afraid of death, will he be less able to withstand it than you?"

"People are not as strong as you think; people are fragile."

"Look, you have already died twice."

"Will the third time be eternal sleep?"

Lanse looked at him and raised his hand. Shi Dong's eyes were instantly filled with fear. He protected his neck with both hands and asked in a hoarse voice, "What... cough, do you want me to do?"

Lanse put his hand down, and the people beside him also moved away from him a little, which gave him an unprecedented sense of security.

He looked at Lanse, his voice extremely hoarse. "What do you want me to do?"

Lanse let out a breath. "Help us lift Mr. Shi Dong up..."

After Shi Dong sat down, Lanse said, "I need the criminal evidence of the Keda family."

"All these years, it has always been you and your father managing the criminal work of the Keda family. You must have left some criminal evidence; I want these."

"Give them to me, and I promise to let you change your name and go live in a place where no one knows you."

"Don't give them to me, then eternal sleep is waiting for you. You can't be this lucky every time; the Grim Reaper will always be able to snatch you from our hands one day!"

Dealing with the Keda family is not quite the same as dealing with the Keen or Dita families, which is also a change brought about by Bandi's whitewashing process.

Many of his industries, including personnel, have already separated from the "criminal organization," such as those gunmen.

They are mixed into security companies as ordinary security guards. You say this security company is the violent department of a criminal organization; how do you prove it?

Lanse has no way to prove these, so they are always not so easy to clear out—

If you simply wipe them out in a physical sense, it's not difficult.

No one can resist bullets with their flesh and blood and not die; they can't, and neither can Lanse.

But doing so will leave some terrible records, for example, people will remember that Lanse used violent gang methods to murder some legitimate and legal businessmen, which will become the evidence of his crimes placed in front of every big shot, without even needing to be collected.

In the future, when they want to deal with Lanse, they just need to take these things out, and Lanse will have nowhere to run.

At the same time, using such low-level means to complete a high-difficulty task will only trap him in this class.

Senator Cleveland doesn't lack people willing to kill for him; what he lacks are partners.

Although for now, this partner is still somewhat out of reach for Lanse, at least he shouldn't let himself not even have a chance.

So how can this be done without leaving a trace?

Actually, it's very simple. He has already controlled the police force of New Jincheng and has a good relationship with the State Prosecutor's Office. He can completely treat the Keda family as a large organized crime group.

As long as the evidence is obtained, in court, even if the President himself came over overnight carrying a train and said he wanted to protect the Keda family, he wouldn't be able to protect them!

Of course, this has nothing to do with whether the law is equal, because the moment the President appears, the law is no longer equal.

No matter what other cards the Keda family has, Senator Cleveland and his political circle will have the opportunity to intervene—

This is why it is said that even the President coming wouldn't work.

You, a President, interfering in judicial justice that doesn't involve politics?

Congress would immediately protest or even impeach!

So in other words, doing it this way leaves no trace and won't have any accidents; they are dead for sure!

Perhaps at this moment, Senator Cleveland, Attorney General Terry, and even the Lieutenant Governor and Secretary of State didn't really take Lanse seriously, all feeling that he would use violent means to stupidly solve this matter and leave behind a handle and evidence that could put him to death anytime, anywhere.

But who could have thought that he, a gang leader, wouldn't think about using guns and bullets to solve this problem, but instead use the weapon of the law?

No one could have thought of this, no one!

Shi Dong's reaction now is a bit slow; after all, his brain has been oxygen-deprived for seven or eight minutes, and many brain cells have died, so he really needs to be given a little more time.

After a while, he asked, "What do you want this evidence for?"

Lanse shook his head. "This is not a question you should ask. You just need to answer me: where is the evidence, or tell me you want to die again."

A painful expression appeared on his face. He... felt that he had already done his limit for the family, for his father, for Bandi, done his limit!

He had already died twice!

Lanse didn't even know if he could save him alive a third time, and he himself didn't have much confidence; he didn't dare to gamble.

And he didn't dare to gamble that he could always break free from the embrace of the Grim Reaper.

He could succeed many times, but he only had one chance to fail, and with just one failure, he would be completely dead.

His mind was fast, and his eyes turned red again. Only now did he gradually notice that his pants were a bit damp and cold.

The effect of tactile sensation on his body began to decrease; he had already wet his pants when he died the first time.

When a person dies, the sphincter and urethra will uncontrollably relax, and feces and urine will naturally come out.

He hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, so there was no feces, but there was quite a bit of urine.

Countless thoughts and ideas were constantly rolling in his heart. On one hand, he told himself, it's just dying; he had already died twice, was he still afraid of really dying?

On the other hand was another self, constantly persuading him: if you can live, why die? Why not let someone else die? Why should it be him?

He had done enough for the family, for his relatives!

The past him was already dead; now, he should live for himself.

"We have some notebooks..."