Chapter 775: A gift for Mr. Fran

Ted's luck was not bad; although he was hit by two bullets, he didn't die immediately.

He lay dazed on the ground, raising his head, looking at the people who had died around him. A trace of daze and hesitation appeared in his eyes, along with some things he didn't want to understand.

A young man picked his way through the gaps between the corpses, stepping on the blood-covered ground, and walked over. He kicked the weapon out of Ted's hand, then grabbed his hair and dragged him from among the corpses to the steps.

He coughed violently twice; the collision when he was dragged caused him pain, and the pain made him cough.

One bullet in the thigh, one in the lower abdomen; it shouldn't have hit any vital organs, at least he was still very clear-headed now.

Just when his mind was in chaos, clear footsteps rang out from afar. He realized something and raised his head with effort, looking toward the corridor on one side of the second floor.

After about ten or twenty seconds, Lanse, surrounded by some people, appeared in front of him.

"A young man who is unbelievably young" was how some people evaluated Lanse. It didn't mean he was really young, but rather that at his age, being able to achieve such accomplishments was simply an incredible thing!

Lanse stood on the steps. His entire soul hadn't fully returned to his body from the ocean of music.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and took two deep breaths. The thick smell of blood contained in the air made him slowly open his eyes.

He looked down at Ted, who was looking up at him from the steps. There was no hatred or hostility in his eyes, only a normal gaze.

But it was this ordinary gaze that gave Ted some complex emotions at this moment. He thought of the suffering statue; God also looked down on the world like this.

He also thought of the statues of gods in those temples; they also looked down on the world so indifferently.

He reached out his hand, wanting to touch the high-and-mighty Lanse, but couldn't even climb the first step.

He felt a deep exhaustion and finally could only press against the ground, breathing slowly. Although he wasn't dead yet, he couldn't be considered alive either.

Lanse slowly walked down the steps to in front of Ted. He used his toe to lift Ted's chin, looking at his face that had no vitality left. "They all say the Perez family is amazing, but why can you only do this much?"

"Are they exaggerating your abilities, or is this all you are?"

Ted tried his best to look fierce as he stared at Lanse. "Fran will avenge me."

Lanse shook his head slightly. "This is my territory. No matter how many people come, they all die."

"I'm sorry about your son, but this is his fate, and it is also your fate."

Lanse let go of his foot, preparing to give him relief. He suddenly said, "You will be like this one day too!"

"What did you say?" Before Lanse could say anything, Erwin next to him went up and gave him a kick.

Ted's emotions suddenly erupted. He might have been like a flash of light before death; his body had strength again.

Every cell in his body was making a final effort.

He laughed while coughing. "You, you all, will be like this one day too."

"Either you kill, or you are killed by others. You will be killed one day too."

Erwin was still preparing to take action, but Lanse stopped him. He looked at Ted, who could raise his head on his own. "You're right. When we stepped onto this path, this was our fate."

"But some people's fate is in the hands of others, for example, you."

"And some people hold their own fate, for example, me."

He pulled the pistol from Erwin's waist, turned off the safety, and aimed at Ted's head. "Do you have anything else you need to convey to Fran?"

"This counts as my appreciation for your courage."

Ted was silent for a while. "Help me tell him, 'fuck'!"

Lanse nodded seriously. "I will."

The next second, he pulled the trigger. The bullet shot into Ted's forehead. His body, which had been propped up, immediately fell heavily onto the floor. Lanse walked over and fired a few more shots.

Until he didn't move at all.

He noticed that some of these people were playing dead. At least he found one, and he pulled the trigger at the guy who was playing dead. Soon, the guy playing dead was dead for real.

Lanse turned on the safety of the pistol and inserted it into Erwin's holster. "Clean up, pay attention to those playing dead."

Soon, a burst of gunfire rang out over the suburbs again, but it wasn't intense, and it even had a bit of rhythm, a very regular "pa-pa-pa."

Indeed, some people were playing dead, and others couldn't handle the pressure and tried to do something else—maybe escape, maybe do something else—but they were soon finished off by the gunmen who were staying vigilant.

Lanse returned to the side hall. He sat on the sofa, looking at the people who were slightly out of breath, his gaze soon falling on Hylam's shoulder.

"Shot?"

Hylam shook his hair. "Small wound."

He was too easily excited; as soon as he got excited, he stood up. He had to be thankful it was night, and thankful there was no time for the opponent to aim, so it only hit his shoulder.

If it had moved to the side by even half a meter—no, thirty centimeters—he would have had to go see God.

Blood was seeping out from his shoulder. There was a doctor in the manor who had already removed the bullet for Hylam and bandaged it.

Laun said from the side, "It hit the bone. The doctor said his hand will have some difficulty with lifting movements in the future."

"Fuck, shut up!" Hylam suddenly became furious, which was rare. He stared at Laun. "This is my business, don't you meddle!"

Laun looked at him without fear. The two were actually very good friends; it was Hylam who had brought him and several others to join Lanse in the first place.

Lanse knew what Laun meant. Hylam had suffered a serious injury tonight, and his arm might not be convenient in the future.

He was worried that this bastard would mess around in the future, so his meaning was probably to let Lanse give him fewer combat missions in the future.

But for Hylam, in this big family, he believed his greatest role was fighting!

Compared to the time he joined Lanse, he definitely couldn't compare to Erwin and the others who came on the same boat as Lanse. Even if Lanse was intimate with them, overall, if favorability values were quantified—

Erwin was 100, and he could only be 99 at most.

Compared to intelligence, he couldn't compare to Xiao En. Xiao En was already in college and would soon come back to work for the family, possibly even bringing more young people with higher education.

Compared to management ability, he couldn't compare to people like Mero. As the big butler of the family in the true sense, he had an indelible contribution to the stability of the Lanse family's development to this day.

Everyone had their own strengths. Hylam felt that besides fighting, he had no other strengths.

If he wasn't allowed to fight now, what else could he do?

Be a bartender in a bar and then mix days waiting for death?

Watching other brothers still fighting and killing gloriously, while he was like an outsider, chatting about how to mix some kind of wine?

This wasn't the life he wanted, so he suddenly became angry.

Lanse raised his hand to press down virtually. "Okay, okay, no need to argue about these small things. I will let the best doctor check your wound to minimize the impact on your performance."

"If this arm of yours is really difficult to recover to its previous flexibility..."

When Lanse said this, Hylam suddenly became nervous. Lanse was also bad, deliberately not continuing immediately, just to make him anxious for a while.

Then he smiled and said, "You are very likely to have no fate with rifles. Practice more with submachine guns in the future."

A smile appeared on Hylam's face visibly. He waved his fist, then turned and gave Laun a punch, and the two glared at each other again.

"How many casualties do we have?"

"And how many of them did we kill?"

"Who can tell me this?"

Mero walked out of the crowd. "We just counted. There are 179 corpses in total. They also caught over 20 people who were running away outside, and I heard there are others who have already run away in the chaos."

Hearing this, Lanse didn't feel surprised. When they drove in and found that there were gunmen here, having over a hundred people follow Ted to charge forward could already be said that these people were indeed elites.

However, this also meant they would have heavy losses. "What about us?"

Mero shook his head. "We have casualties..."

"Say it separately."

Lanse reminded him.

Sometimes they would confuse this number to avoid deception, or rather, to soothe Lanse's emotions. A hundred casualties could mean one dead and ninety-nine injured.

But it could also mean one injured and ninety-nine dead. This had a lot of flexible space.

But Lanse didn't play this game with him.

Mero could only smile bitterly and say, "We have thirty-seven people shot and left, and about twenty-something people have been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. There are thirty or forty with minor injuries. I haven't specifically counted this part."

Erwin explained from the side, "Their bus crashed directly into the flower bed, destroying our original formation. Many of us were directly exposed to their gun barrels."

Originally, they were in the area in front of the flower bed, where there was a fountain and some independent small flower beds, defending and counterattacking around this area.

But Ted directly had the driver floor the gas pedal, crashing directly into the interior of the first line of defense.

Those guys were attacked from two sides for a time, and some people stood up in a panic.

They didn't have Hylam's good luck, being able to lean out of the car window many times without being hit. This time, even in such a chaotic scene, he only got hit by one bullet in the shoulder.

Many people didn't have such good luck and fell to the ground after being shot.

Lanse's scalp felt a bit itchy. "Compensate according to the family's regulations."

"Now that people's income is low and prices are high, give half more, and everything else remains the same."

Mero nodded and wrote this down.

The Lanse family's compensation was very high. Currently, the federal military's compensation was only seven or eight thousand dollars, and it wasn't certain that all of it could be obtained.

Lanse's side already started at ten thousand. Ten thousand dollars, and now with half more, that was fifteen thousand dollars.

There were people everywhere outside who would sell their lives for three or five thousand. This fifteen thousand dollars was indeed not a small amount, but in Lanse's view, it was still too little.

Because life is priceless!

Of course, he wasn't saying any cold words. To him, the lives of his own people were priceless, and the lives of enemies and people outside were cheap, worthless, and even lowly!

So he could give so much money, and this money also made many imperial immigrants think he was a good person.

Sometimes it's really simple to handle these people at the bottom of society. As long as you aren't so harsh and aren't so stingy, they can offer loyalty!

Lanse distributed some things for them to do, then went to the study alone. He first made a call to Mayor Williams.

The butler had told him that Mayor Williams had called. Now it wasn't late, and Mayor Williams definitely hadn't slept.

As his best partner in Jincheng, Lanse still needed to tell him.

The call was connected quickly. Without waiting for Lanse to say anything, Mayor Williams asked actively, "Did you win?"

Lanse was a bit stunned, then smiled dumbly. "Hmm, won."

"I heard the gunfire was very intense."

"They came with about two hundred people. Some ran away, and the rest stayed behind."

After hearing this exaggerated number, Mayor Williams couldn't help but curse. "This fucking isn't a hundred years ago!"

"These people are really crazy. I will file a complaint against them!"

As a mayor, he still had some status within the Social Party. He could complain at the party congress, the state party congress, and the National Social Party Congress.

Even if the people in Jinzhou wouldn't do anything to the Perez family, they could make them feel somewhat disgusted with this family.

Sending so many people to attack a local prominent family so ostentatiously, this Perez family didn't take the federal social rules seriously at all!

Lanse chatted with him for a few more sentences, then suddenly seemed to think of something. "Is the ancestor of the Perez family one of the first immigrants to arrive in the Federation?"

This question also stumped Mayor Williams. He couldn't answer for a long time. Lanse didn't force him to answer either. After saying "forget it," he exchanged pleasantries with him and hung up the phone.

Then he made another call to Tang Mu, telling him about how he quickly solved the people sent by the Perez family here, and then asked the same question.

For Tang Mu, as long as Lanse was fine, he didn't care about anything else. However, he still knew the question Lanse asked.

After all, the five major families were indeed objects that people needed to pay attention to.

"Yes, the first person of the Perez family whose origin can be found was an exiled criminal on the 'Hope,' who later became a sailor."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know any necromancy?"

Federal people really fucking believe in this!

They really believe that some people can communicate with dead souls!

Lanse laughed twice. "I don't know how to summon his ancestors to my front, but I know how to send him to see his ancestors!"

After Tang Mu was stunned, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Has anyone told you that you are very humorous?"

"Everyone says so!"

After laughing for a while, Tang Mu continued, "Someone might want to mediate. Today, other senators visited Mr. Kelilanfu. You need to be mentally prepared."

Although Lanse was a bit surprised, since they wanted to mediate, why did they still send people over? This was what he couldn't understand.

Finally, he could only think that this might be a small trick of Fran's, to see if he could take advantage.

If he did, he wouldn't mediate.

If he couldn't, he would pretend he didn't know.

"I know. Contact me if there's anything."

After hanging up the phone, Lanse asked the butler, "How do they deal with the natives?"

This sentence was asked without rhyme or reason, but soon the butler realized that what Lanse was talking about should be "how the first immigrants treated the natives."

He listed some excessive works, including using the natives' skin to make a full set of leather goods.

Sometimes it's really hard to believe that federal people are no different from natives in terms of superstition and ignorance!

The natives called them "white devils," and federal people used the natives' skin to make leather goods to wear, which was said to be able to resist the wizard's curse...

In some museums, they still collect evidence of how they cruelly treated the natives at that time—a full set of leather goods!

Lanse nodded slightly. "Find some natives and ask them if they are willing to make a set of leather goods for the Perez family, using the skin of people from their family's direct bloodline."

"As for the others, cut off their ears and mail them to Mr. Fran. Remember to use a refrigerated carriage so they don't rot on the way."

One always has to leave a gift for Fran that makes him feel different, otherwise, he will send people to harass him when he has nothing to do, and Lanse will also be impatient.

Of course, he knows that after the war between him and Fran ends, there will definitely be a comprehensive gang war, so there is no need to pretend to be harmonious now; there is no need.

Although the butler didn't quite understand Lanse's "bad taste," he still did it.

Compared to Lanse's practices that can only be called "bad taste," the nobles are the real perverts!

After solving the things in his hands, Lanse smiled, shook his head, picked up the phone, and dialed Fran's number.

Fran didn't sleep. For him in his prime, before eleven o'clock at night could be considered daytime.

He had no social engagements today and was also sitting in the study smoking, thinking, and waiting.

The phone on the desktop suddenly rang. He was startled first, then took a deep puff of smoke to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and then answered the phone.

"It's me, Fran."

"Mr. Fran, Mr. Ted hopes I can convey a sentence to you for him."

"How is he?" Fran's emotions began to fluctuate. He realized that Ted was likely to have failed and been caught.

Because he could still let Lanse convey some information to himself, at least it showed that a moment ago, he was still alive.

He was caught; this was Fran's guess.

Lanse chuckled a few times. "You'd better listen to what he wants to say first."

Fran was silent for a while, many thoughts colliding in his brain, and finally stopped. "What did he say?"

"He said..."

"Fuck!"

"Tu..."

"Tu..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 776 =====