Chapter 670: Things Everyone Has to Do

Mayor Williams picked up the coffee in front of him and took a small sip.

The milk made its taste smoother, and a small piece of sugar also made it easier to enter the mouth.

The quality of the coffee itself was not particularly good. He hadn't drunk this kind of cheap coffee for a long time.

I don't know if it's because its raw materials are indeed not good, or because of psychological factors. In short, he only took a small sip and put the cup down.

He turned his head to look at the bustling street outside the window. Now it's past five in the afternoon. People are coming and going. Under winter time, the time to get off work will be advanced by one hour or half an hour, but correspondingly, their working time may be advanced, or the rest time may be compressed.

He could understand what Lanse meant.

Arthur is now in the hands of this group of people. Their purpose is only to drag him, not letting him have time to deal with it.

Very despicable practice, but it must be said, very effective.

If he were the kind of person who could harden his heart to look at his political life as more important than Arthur's life, then undoubtedly, they couldn't threaten him.

A child died, but a riot was calmed down. Perhaps some people would disdain his ruthless practice, but similarly, he could also gain more people's support.

Putting the safety and stability of society above the safety and stability of his own family, what gimmick could be more pleasing to those bottom-level people who can only earn forty dollars a month?

Although they can only earn forty dollars a month, some of them are important voters.

But Mayor Williams is not that kind of person. Based on his love for his wife, he is also very fond of Arthur, so he knows very well what he is facing now.

That group of people has Arthur as the biggest bargaining chip. If they attack rashly, will they... use Arthur as a bargaining chip for the transaction?

Or rather, will they feel that they know there is no hope of escaping, and simply kill Arthur?

There is such a possibility. When a person is forced into a dead end and cannot see any hope, they can make a desperate fight.

The risk coefficient of the second choice is relatively smaller than the first one. What he can think of is that Lanse will find a way to stimulate them, and then force them to leave there as soon as possible.

As long as they show their heads, kill them and save Arthur.

They want to hide Arthur, so they definitely can't let him show his face. In this case, it will instead provide Arthur with a safe environment.

Even if he stuffed him into the trunk, he was safe at that moment.

However, doing so also has a disadvantage, that is, if the correct kidnappers are not found, Arthur will be taken away by them, and next time they will only be more careful and more hidden.

"The first choice is too risky, the second choice has a failure probability.", Mayor Williams sighed, "Life is always making choices between two dilemmas, no matter when it is."

He picked up the coffee again and took a small sip. The feeling this time was slightly better, but only a little, just a tiny bit.

"Find them!"

"If Arthur really has an accident... I hope all of them will be buried with Arthur."

"Including the Bay Area!", he picked up the coffee and took a big sip, "The coffee is not bad."

Lanse nodded slightly, then stood up, "Three dollars a pot, top-quality coffee!"

"I have paid the bill."

After saying this, he picked up his hat and left here under the gaze of the coffee shop owner who wanted to go up but didn't dare.

Mayor Williams didn't leave. He would wait here.

Either wait for that waste Arthur to come over and tell him how miserable he was these days.

Or, wait for a terrible message that would make everyone terrified.

He tasted the three-dollar-a-pot coffee, and the coffee brewed from hundreds of dollars a pound of coffee beans in his home, it seems the difference is not that big.

At this time, the guy who walked out of the cooked food shop was holding two large bags of cooked food, mainly elbow and cooked beef.

Federal people don't have the concept of "braising," but they have cooking methods that go for the same purpose.

Use spices to marinate the beef thoroughly, and then put it in the oven to stew it with the oven temperature.

The advantage of this non-open-fire stewing method is that after the beef is thoroughly cooked, it won't appear like the open-fire roasting, with some scorched places, and the fat and meat quality are fully combined, causing the meat quality to soften.

Beef prepared in this way will not have its fat rendered out excessively, and it will maintain a relatively complete posture, but it will soften.

It will have a complete "coat." After taking it out, it is wrapped in kraft paper bags and placed on the counter for sale.

Because the continuation of the appearance allows it to be stored for a longer time in a relatively low-temperature state, and the taste won't become too bad.

If anyone needs cooked beef, the clerk will take it out from the counter, and then cut a piece in front of the guest, and then divide it or pack it directly.

After the guest takes it back, it can be simply heated, or even eaten directly without heating.

Of course, it can also be re-fried or re-roasted, both are fine.

In short, this is a very commercial cooking method. It may not be very delicious or tasty, but in terms of the convenience of storage and sale, it is undoubtedly better than other methods.

A large bag of beef and a large bag of elbow are enough for them to eat for a considerable period of time. There is also bread in the cooked food shop, and he also bought some bread.

Coming out of the cooked food shop, the cold wind blew on his body, and the biting cold made him shrink his neck. His attention was on the road.

He saw some cars that didn't look right. People were sitting in these cars, but they neither came out of the car nor started the car to leave, just staying in place.

Coupled with the two cars he encountered when he came out of the alley, he vaguely had an illusion that they had been discovered!

The more it was like this, the more he couldn't expose himself.

Just standing at the door of the cooked food shop for a while, he immediately felt that someone's gaze fell on him.

He immediately turned and walked toward a grocery store on the side of the road, bought more than ten boxes of cigarettes, and whether it was going in or coming out, he didn't look at those cars on the side of the road that were obviously not right.

He thought his... disguise was good, but in fact, he had already been targeted.

"He bought two large bags of meat. People living here can't afford such expensive food."

A young man sitting in the passenger seat looked at the guy who was holding two large cooked food bags, also carrying a braided rope net bag, and walking toward the distance, revealing a sharp gaze.

They were all from poor backgrounds. If they weren't from poor backgrounds, if they didn't have prominent backgrounds, just ordinary backgrounds, and had stable lives and futures, they might not have taken huge risks to mix in gangs.

So they looked very young, and indeed lacked experience in many issues.

But in the matter of struggling to survive at the bottom, their experience was very rich!

Those foods added up to at least several dollars, plus cigarettes, ten or so dollars.

Let alone a week, people who can consume ten or so dollars in diet in a month are not many in this district.

The guy who came out to buy things didn't know that he had exposed himself because he bought too much food.

If he knew that a spy was caught because he couldn't help but secretly eat a piece of meat, he might have become slightly vigilant, not letting his behavior be so out of place with the surroundings.

When he was about to reach the place where they were hiding, he saw some guys wearing wool windbreakers with red armbands on their left arms, entering an apartment building.

When those people moved, he saw they all carried guns, and even submachine guns.

This made him even more nervous, and his pace was faster.

After he thought he had returned to their current residence very secretly, the closed door isolated the inside and outside, and also let him breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with you?", Richi was playing cards with others. He saw his subordinate's uneasy appearance and couldn't help but ask.

The guy who bought things held the things to the center of the room, "Many people from the Lanse family came outside, we might have been exposed."

The cigarette in Richi's mouth fell from his mouth, popping some sparks. It was also these sparks that made him put down the poker in his hand, while patting the residual sparks on his body, while asking with some incomprehension, "How could we be exposed?"

"We didn't reveal any news, didn't let Arthur talk to them, didn't even give them a chance to talk about the password. How did they find us?"

Richi didn't understand. He carefully recalled everything. He didn't reveal any information at all. How did they find here?

He didn't think about the honking sound of the car outside, which would be the reason for locking his location, even until now.

He walked back and forth a few times, "You won't see it wrong, right?"

That person shook his head, "They all have the red armbands of the Lanse family."

"Fuck!", Richi cursed, immediately picked up the phone, and didn't care about being hungry, directly dialed Mr. Charles's number.

The phone was quickly connected. Mr. Charles's mood was quite good now, because the demolition site had already completely made a fuss. Whether Mayor Williams knew about this matter at this time was no longer important.

This is like arson.

When the fire is just a small flame, any wind and grass movement can extinguish it, so the arsonist must protect this small flame well.

But once the small flame starts to burn fiercely, becomes a disaster, then there is no need to care too much. Even if the firefighters are allowed to save the fire, they may not be able to save it in a short time.

So he was in a good mood now, "You guys did a good job!"

Richi interrupted him directly, "Sir, people from the Lanse family might have found us.", he glanced at Arthur in the cage in the corner, "Should Arthur be kept?"

Charles was stunned for a moment. It was originally a happy thing, but a change suddenly appeared, and the smile on his face also converged.

Because for him, this was also a difficult choice!

Kill Arthur, Mayor Williams will go crazy, he will fight to the death, and the final result might change.

Don't kill Arthur, Mayor Williams can free up his hands to focus on dealing with the current situation. He won't be that radical, but this doesn't mean he is easy to deal with.

Life is a choice. Either you do it, or he does it! ===== CHAPTER 671 =====