Empire of Shadows

Chapter 122: Family [Monthly Ticket 666+3]

Officer Rucker has been keeping an eye on Kent (a small casino operator)'s case recently. Because so many people died, the case has been labeled as a key investigation by the King's Landing City Police Department.

It sounds like… they take it seriously, but many cases have such labels, but most of them end up unresolved.

Some are because they really can't find any clues, and some are because they find clues, but can't investigate further.

A very prestigious detective once said that the most difficult cases to solve are random, indiscriminate murders. The perpetrator's motive is only due to some motives that ordinary people cannot understand.

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In this kind of case, if there is not enough evidence left at the scene, and there are not enough witnesses, it is basically impossible to solve it.

As for the kind that can't be investigated, whether there is evidence or witnesses, it can't be investigated.

This is also why the rise in the water level of Angel Lake is always a mystery in the mouths of experts, and no one really goes to the bottom of the lake to check.

Fortunately, Kent's case can be investigated further, because he has an older brother who is a senior member of the mafia, and he can use many methods that the police cannot use.

Look, now clues, motives, and witnesses are gradually beginning to surface.

This contact with Lance is also a kind of probing. He is not afraid of arousing Lance's vigilance, because Will is following behind. If this matter has something to do with Lance, he will eventually reveal his flaws.

Rucker took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to him, "Have you seen this person?"

The person in the photo is Kent. He is wearing a colorful shirt, wearing a gold necklace, and standing on the street waiting to cross the road.

Lance looked at it twice and shook his head, "Not familiar."

Officer Rucker emphasized and repeated, "Not familiar?"

Lance returned the photo to him, "I've heard of this person, he runs a casino in the Imperial District."

Officer Rucker put the photo back in his pocket, "He has an older brother named Will, a senior member of the Camilla gang. Now he may be targeting you."

When he said these words, he stared at Lance's eyes, trying to find a trace of panic in his eyes.

But unfortunately, he failed, but he didn't completely fail, because Lance's eyes were very calm, as if this news didn't bring him any surprises.

If a businessman is really just an ordinary businessman, then when he hears that a notorious local gang is starting to make trouble for him, he must be panicked.

Even if Lance himself runs a financial company that is suspected of lending at usurious rates.

This shows that he may have been prepared, or expected this. He must have a close connection with this case, and it is even possible that he participated in it.

Officer Rucker found it hard to imagine the scene where he ran into Lance that day. The young man in the sun was full of a surging youthful power, but now he is linked to crime.

How can people be so complicated?

Or, can those criminals really show such a bright and clear side?

He didn't know. Even though he had seen many criminals, there was no experience to use on Lance.

Lance said jokingly, "Is it too late to call the police now?"

Officer Rucker was a little stunned. This answer exceeded all his expectations. He didn't even know what to say or what to say.

After about three to five seconds, he came back to his senses, "Of course, seeking police protection is your right, Lance, but the King's Landing City police force is limited, and we can't protect you all the time."

"These hungry wolves are watching you, and one day you will reveal your flaws, so if you know why he is targeting you, tell me, maybe I can help you!"

Lance shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, "Maybe it's because I've made a lot of money recently?"

Wrong answer!

Officer Rucker showed a slight smile, "Okay, it seems you really don't know, but be careful recently, he has completely gone crazy because of his brother's death."

He left a phone number for Lance, "This is my office number, someone will answer it 24 hours a day. Call me anytime you encounter trouble, and I can definitely be there within twenty minutes."

Lance didn't refuse. He took the slip of paper with the phone number on it and glanced at it, jokingly saying, "No wonder the climax of movies is always in the last twenty minutes."

Seeing Officer Rucker's confused look, he explained with a smile, "You guys always appear in the last three minutes!"

He understood, and after a dumbfounded smile, the smile froze slightly.

He glanced at Lance meaningfully, patted him on the arm, "Interesting joke, but remember to call me if you want to."

He could already feel that there would be a fight between Lance and Will, but he didn't know when, where, or in what way.

Lance drove away without going back, and went directly to Alberto's place, and said straight to the point, "I want a batch of weapons."

Alberto has made a lot of money recently, and Lance's wine has made him very respectable in front of Mr. Pasreto, and he has also benefited a lot, so he is particularly enthusiastic about Lance.

"No problem, let Fordis take you to get it, I can give you a friendship price."

"Are there submachine guns?"

Alberto was stunned for a moment, "Yes, but are you sure you want this?"

"If you use it in the city, you will definitely pay some price. You know, the public will be afraid."

The best way to soothe the fear in the hearts of the people is to catch the "criminals". As for whether they catch the ones they are looking for, that doesn't matter.

Just like Big Polly, many people know that he was the one who held a submachine gun and strafed a passerby from the window on the second floor, but when someone said that he did it, the police didn't investigate further.

On the one hand, they were also afraid of retaliation from this madman, and on the other hand, he also paid enough "price". Those two bastards will most likely stay inside for five to ten years.

Even if he finds a way to get people out, it will be a few years later.

Using the freedom of two people for more than ten years to soothe the public's uneasy emotions is enough.

Lance shook his head, "I will be careful."

Alberto looked at him for a while, "Are you in trouble?"

"Small trouble."

He took the initiative to say, "If you need my help, just ask. Even if I can't solve it, Mr. Pasreto can help you."

"In this city, his words are more useful than the mayor's."

"And he has wanted to meet you for a long time."

Refusing other people's kindness again and again is inherently impolite, so this time, Lance did not refuse, but added a prerequisite, "After I solve this trouble, I will personally visit Mr. Pasreto."

Alberto nodded, "I will tell him."

Then he picked up the phone and asked Fordis to come over and take Lance to the armory.

There is a reason why the Sumerians are not easily bullied in the Federation. Submachine guns, rifles, grenades, and even landmines, these things have broadened Lance's horizons. This can completely equip a small infantry unit!

"They are all weapons that have no problems. If you don't want to use them after you use them, you can also bring them over, and we will recycle them at a 40% discount."

The bearded man looked serious, and Lance said with a smile, "It's a pity that you didn't become a businessman."

He had an indifferent expression, "This is business!"

Six submachine guns that Lance didn't recognize, twenty Magre 1212 semi-automatic pistols, and corresponding bullets.

It is worth mentioning that these submachine guns also use pistol bullets, and they can be mixed, which reduces the burden of logistics, although this little thing can't be considered a burden, let alone logistics pressure.

For these things, Lance paid two thousand two hundred yuan, and the bearded man also gave Lance an extra fragmentation grenade, "I hope you don't need it."

Lance patted the bearded man on the arm, "I will come to you again in the future."

When the two walked to the garage, Fordis pulled Lance to stand in the corner, "Are you in trouble?"

"Small problem."

Lance gave the other party a cigarette, "People from the Camilla gang."

Fordis took a puff after lighting the cigarette, "Guys like bugs, Alberto must have told you, if you need anything, call us!"

"You will always be our friend, Lance."

Lance hugged him, "Small difficulties are like stones on the roadside, just step over them. After I solve this trouble, I still have something to ask you."

Fordis didn't ask why, just said "I'll wait for you."

After returning to the company with a carload of dangerous goods, Lance called over all the people who had nothing to do.

"Kent's older brother, Will, has recently found us. They are different from the police."

"The police won't move me without evidence, even if they know we did it."

"But Will is different. He is a member of the Camilla gang. He won't wait for evidence like the police before taking action against us, so we must be prepared, or even solve him before he takes action against us."

Ennio had been distracted. Lance walked over, grabbed the back of his neck and patted him, "What are you daydreaming about?"

His expression was not very good, and he squeezed out some smiles, "I'm sorry, this is my problem, I…"

Lance pushed him. Unexpectedly, he almost pushed him to the ground, staggering several steps before standing firm.

Lance pointed at him, speaking with force, "We're family, don't talk to me like that. Your trouble is my trouble. And if it's my trouble, we go solve it!"

Lance's words made Ennio feel a pang of guilt, but at the same time, a desire to fight was also ignited.

He nodded forcefully. "Right... no, yes, we'll solve it together."

Lance laboriously pulled the duffel bag full of weapons from the car, tossed it onto the table, and then unzipped it.

Looking at the weapons inside, box after box of ammunition, everyone gasped, and at the same time, a kind of courage, a kind of strength, was born in their hearts!