Chapter 673: Rescue and Direction

Being able to obtain more information, it was only natural that Mayor Williams also learned what was happening at this very moment.

He appeared somewhat decadent now, having already smoked three cigarettes in a row.

His personal doctor had warned him that he could continue to smoke, but absolutely not in succession, and the number of cigarettes per day must not exceed seven.

Seven is a lucky number generally acknowledged by people; this number brings good luck to people, and likewise, a maximum of seven cigarettes is the same.

In fact, doctors know better than ordinary people the harm tobacco causes to the human body, but the public relations capability of tobacco groups is too strong, and the presidents of some well-known tobacco companies also smoke their own products in public.

The concept of "Even the president is smoking, what are you, a poor person, afraid of?" quickly took root in people's hearts, because everyone firmly believed one point.

That is, rich people are more afraid of death than poor people.

Everyone refuses to admit that there is a connection between smoking and lung disease, in order to ensure tobacco sales.

Actually, even if they published this result, those who smoke would still smoke; it is just that in expanding new customer groups, for example, teenagers and women would face these problems.

After the continuous intake of tobacco's nicotine brought pleasure, boredom would breed.

His body was telling him, that's enough, stop!

He had only taken the first two puffs of this cigarette, and until now, he had not touched it again.

He tilted his head and looked at the "battle plan" that Lans and his subordinates were agreeing upon while sitting on the other side of the table; he had heard a general idea.

They would find a way to attract their attention first, create some noise, and then have someone open that door.

If Arthur was not in a place like the middle of the living room, then the possibility of him surviving would be very high.

"But if he is in a place where it is easier to reach those people, the living room, or the bedroom where they are watching the excitement, he will very likely become a hostage."

Lans frankly stated the result of this action plan, "Once Arthur is held hostage by them in a narrow environment, as a shield, it is difficult for me to guarantee that in order not to hurt him, I will let my people be passively shot at."

He looked at Mayor Williams, his eyes somewhat sharp, "My suggestion is actually still the same: force them out, and in the process of them transferring, take them out, and then save Arthur."

"At least the probability of Arthur surviving this way will be a bit higher."

Mayor Williams was dazed for a while, then came back to his senses; this was indeed a terrible situation, and he shook his head, "It can still be seen now, but when it really gets to night, can you ensure that they can all see?"

This was indeed a problem; if the other party wanted to transfer, they would definitely do it in the second half of the night.

After the lights nearby were extinguished in the second half of the night, let alone whether the person coming out was Arthur, they would even have difficulty distinguishing whether the thing coming out was a person!

This is not the era with night vision goggles and thermal imaging as auxiliary tools; even those soldiers of Ma Duoer, in such an environment without much light, could not distinguish who was Arthur and who was not Arthur.

They were all dark shadows, and it was impossible to distinguish between targets and non-targets.

So from a certain point of view, rushing in now, the success probability is actually higher than the other choice.

Unless they could come out at dawn, for example, right now.

But this was obviously impossible; even a fool would know to wait until it was pitch black before leaving.

"And, I don't have that much time to deal with these things!"

He was talking about the riot in the old industrial zone; he had only heard some general content, and the specific situation was not yet clear, but he understood that this was definitely a challenge in his political career!

He needed to be fully focused on dealing with this challenge, whether it was saving Arthur and letting him completely set his mind at ease.

Or Arthur accidentally having an accident, letting him completely give up hope; in short, he could not be distracted by other things.

He needed a result, as soon as possible!

Lans saw the determination in his eyes and knew there was no need to persuade him further; he nodded and glanced at Hai Lamu and Aierwen, "Do as we planned, let Ma Duoer's people go in front, no need for live captives."

The two glanced at Mayor Williams again, and seeing him throw away the cigarette that had already burned to the butt and pull out a new one, the two left.

He expressed his stance in this way: he would wait for news here, rather than interfere with anything.

The two people left here; they probably needed ten minutes to prepare, and the sky had already started to darken, but there were lights in the room, so it was not a big problem.

"How do you plan to deal with the matter over there?"

Lans's people brought some less detailed news; Mayor Williams held the cigarette in his mouth and did not immediately answer Lans's question; he took out a silver lighter to light the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep puff, and exhaled slowly.

His body was protesting to him, and even the experience brought by smoking was becoming worse, but the intake of nicotine made him greedy.

At this very moment, in dealing with the matter of smoking, his desire and instinct were opposing and conflicting.

However, none of this could change the fact that what determined his behavior was his reason.

He put away the lighter and sighed, "It's a bit difficult to handle; I don't know the specific situation, and I don't know how many people died."

"I hope James isn't too timid; what is needed at this time is courage and boldness, and he should possess these virtues."

He paused, "This matter might still need your help later."

Lans did not refuse; now the interests of both sides were consistent, "No problem, this matter might not necessarily be a bad thing for you."

Mayor Williams looked at him, and Lans said unhurriedly, "The dissatisfaction of the federal people toward them is greater than their dissatisfaction toward the immigrant group, and protests and demonstrations against refugees entering have appeared in many places."

"You can utilize these things, in your capacity as mayor, to call for removing these refugees from our homeland, not letting them defile the environment here."

"This might put some extremist hat on you, but it will also bring you a certain degree of group prestige."

Mayor Williams had not considered this line of thinking before; being older was one aspect, and sometimes the speed of the brain in areas not experienced before was slightly slower.

On the other hand, his main thought was still on how to "resolve" the impact this matter might have on himself.

The essence of politics is trading and compromise.

He and Mr. Charles certainly had no basis for trading and compromise, so he could only think about seeking opportunities for trading and compromise in other directions.

But these words of Lans gave him some new inspiration; since they wanted to do something big, why didn't he do something even bigger?

His eyes were shining as he looked at Lans; at this very moment, he had an impulse to have a daughter and then let that daughter have a child with Lans that had Lans's bloodline.

Such an excellent bloodline should be integrated into the Williams family's genes!

He kept this matter in his heart for the time being; after the matter in front of him was handled, he must see if there were any suitable women in the family.

He even thought of his wife for a moment, but unfortunately, although his wife also had the surname "Williams," she did not have their family's bloodline, which was a pity.

After skipping this matter, he began to think about the feasibility of Lans's proposal, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was promising.

Compared to the "careless development" of the Freedom Party, the Social Party was obviously more purposeful and relatively more conservative on racial and immigration issues.

Anyway, he didn't plan to leave Jincheng in this life, and he didn't have the opportunity to leave either.

By the time his term ended, he would be over seventy years old; what could he do at over seventy?

Could he go to be president?

If he could hold on until that time.

So for him, perhaps "extreme conservatism" would make his political path narrow; now everyone pays attention to being flexible, but for him, this was not a problem at all.

After finishing two terms as mayor, he could retire.

Then, using this opportunity to label himself and get through this crisis, what his stance actually was, was not important to him at all.

On the contrary, doing so might bring about some better changes!

"You gave me a very good line of thinking, but there might be some trouble in this; I have to appear more extreme."

He did not say how to be more extreme, but Lans understood what he meant to express.

If you ask a farmer what extreme conservatism toward high-contrast colored people is, he will definitely tell you that it is sticking a shotgun into that idiot's ass and pulling the trigger!

Lans considered it for a while, "Let Bulu and Du Ke do this matter; it's better than me doing it." "A gang is a gang; it should be pure and shouldn't have such a distinct stance and camp."

"However, I can secretly help you, given our friendship."

Mayor Williams also had more smiles on his face when he heard this; this crisis seemed to be a crisis, but it was actually an opportunity.

So next, the thing that worries him is whether that damn fool Arthur can stay alive to see tomorrow's sun.

At this time, suddenly a car lost control and crashed into another car, and stopped on the sidewalk.

Richi in the room was first attracted by the sound of the car hitting the wall; he walked toward a room and saw two people arguing ten meters away through the window.

He immediately frowned.

The two people were accusing and scolding each other; he didn't know if some nosy bitch had called the police, and police sirens were already ringing in the distance.

Now, in their situation, what they were most afraid of was the police coming to check the situation.

If they felt something was wrong and wanted to come in and take a look, there might be trouble.

!

He didn't turn off the lights and just stood behind the window staring; others were also watching the excitement; what they didn't notice was that at this time, several young people had already arrived outside their house from behind the alley.

The locksmith took out the quick lock-picking tool he had made himself based on the drawing Lans gave him and inserted it into the keyhole.

Now almost all of them were pin-tumbler locks, and there were some particularly old buildings using that kind of bump lock, but the quantity was not large.

The house used pin-tumbler locks, and for the locksmith, this was no different from having no lock.

He first listened for a while outside the door to make sure there was no one behind the door, then used his hand to press the spring and pushed back and forth with force a few times; the whole process took less than two seconds, and then with a hard twist, the door opened.

He took back the lock-picking tool and left; he was not a combatant, and his job was to open the locks Lans asked him to open in the shortest time.

The work was easy, the income was high, he had a detached house to live in, and most of the time he was researching those newly released locks; he loved this job now.

Ma Duoer's people outside the door looked at each other; they thought it would take a while to open this lock, but in fact, it only took two seconds.

This made them feel a slight chill on their scalps.

If in the middle of the night while fast asleep, this kind of person silently pried open their door...

Thinking of this made them feel a bit horrified; fortunately, this guy was on their side, otherwise they would have to kill him early!

Ma Duoer personally took charge of this operation; he confirmed the policy of this operation with his eyes again, and then twisted open the door lock.

There was no one behind the room; they walked inside on tiptoe; just as they entered the living room, the guy sitting in the living room eating something looked at these guys holding weapons with a somewhat slow brain.

It was as if... he completely couldn't understand what was happening now.

The time the two sides looked at each other only lasted less than a second, and Ma Duoer fired directly.

The gunshot startled Richi in the room; he pulled out his pistol and shot at the wooden door.

Actually, he couldn't shoot the people outside at all; he couldn't see, so naturally he couldn't shoot accurately, but it also made the people in the living room hide.

The suddenly erupted gunfire made the people watching the excitement on the street scream and flee from here; in the Triangle District, they had an almost instinctive allergic reaction to gunfire!

Mayor Williams, sitting in a cafe not far away, also shook, and cigarette ash fell on the table; there were also coffee pots, coffee cups, and some pastries here.

He looked very shocked, and even knew to say "sorry" and then let the waiter change all these things.

But it was still impossible for people to see through his nervousness and anxiety at this time.

He kept flicking cigarette ash, flicked it once, then flicked it again, took a puff of the cigarette, and flicked it again, using this way to cover up and alleviate the nervousness in his heart.

Lans did not disturb him, but kept quiet; now they both needed to be calm.

Once the exchange of fire started, many things would lose control; Ma Duoer panted slightly and shouted loudly, "Arthur, where are you?"

Arthur in the basement suddenly raised his head and looked toward the stairs, and tears flowed out in an instant.

He had never been so excited before!

"I'm here, I'm here!"

Hiding Arthur in the basement was also Richi's decision, because no one would hide a person in a place that could be seen as soon as the door was opened; at this time, he hated in his heart.

"Let's go, it'll be too late if we don't go...", since it had reached this point and couldn't be saved, then don't drag it out and leave immediately.

He asked a subordinate to open the window; this was the first floor, and jumping out of the window wouldn't kill anyone, but just when his subordinate was about to climb out of the window to escape, gunfire also rang out outside.

His subordinate fell outside the window with a thud, and for a time, the room fell into silence.

They were surrounded.

Ma Duoer's people quickly found the entrance to the basement; he stepped back and forth on the floor with his military boots, and soon found the entrance to the basement under the carpet.

Pulling open the basement door, he heard the sound of Arthur thanking God inside.

"Are there others inside?", Ma Duoer didn't go down immediately, but asked first, and at the same time took out a small mirror and shone it downward.

Arthur hurriedly responded, "No one, I swear, they were all attracted away by the sound of the collision just now..."

Ma Duoer asked his people to keep shooting while taking people down to the basement; they found Arthur in a cage in the corner.

He was very disheveled now, because for these two days, he had been living with his own feces!

Richi and those people didn't give him a chance to come out to defecate at all; he could only defecate in the cage, and what was even more fatal was that the cage itself was not very big.

After he fell asleep at night, he accidentally pressed on it, so that he was now exuding the smell of shit all over his body!

He kept thanking in his mouth, thanking this, thanking that.

Richi in the room perhaps knew that there was no possibility of escaping anymore; the expression on his face suddenly became firm!

"It's time to return to God's embrace, lambs!"

Those subordinates who still had some fear on their faces heard these words he said and suddenly became calm; although their eyes were still a bit flustered, they were not as panicked as just now.

"The devil is outside the door; defeat them, it's time to spread God's gospel and glory!"

Those people plucked up their courage and rushed out without fear of death, and then were beaten into a sieve; when it was his turn, he threw the pistol out, shouting "I surrender," and then stretched out his hands.

Two minutes later, Mayor Williams looked at Arthur, who ran over under the cover of Ma Duoer and others, and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

But immediately after, a "useless thing" was scolded out!

He said this while standing up, unbuckling his belt, looking murderous.

"Do I need to avoid it?", Lans asked.

Mayor Williams shook his head, "No need, I'll be done soon."

Arthur, who had spent two days in fear and anxiety, saw his father again; before he could hug his old father, the belt in Mayor Williams's hand whipped onto his head!

With a slap, it was extremely loud!

Accompanied by Arthur's painful screams, Mayor Williams vented his negative emotions of these two days to his heart's content with the belt in his hand!

After a while, he stopped while panting heavily, "Go change the clothes on your body that are stained with shit; you make me vomit, you know?"

After he buckled his belt, he tidied up his clothes, then came to Lans's side and made a posture of needing a hug.

Lans stood up along the way and hugged him; the old man patted his back, "Thanks to you, Lans."

"As long as the Williams family is in Jincheng for one day, we will always be close comrades-in-arms!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 674 =====