Empire of Shadows

Chapter 292: Target [666+3]

Erwin personally arrived at the forensic office of the Precia District branch, where two forensic doctors were processing the bodies.

One was older, and the other was younger, a girl.

He had been there for a while, about thirty minutes, but the two forensic doctors were still busy working, making him a little anxious.

He couldn't help but push open the door and walk in, then saw the body on the autopsy table.

The older forensic doctor looked back, a half-smile on his face, "Are you getting impatient?"

Erwin just looked at him, "I've been standing outside for thirty minutes."

The older forensic doctor looked up at the wall clock, "Actually, it's only been twenty-one minutes…"

"Actually, it's not my fault, sir. Too many bullets were shot into this body. We have to make sure that every bullet corresponding to each wound is found."

As he spoke, he looked at the dissected body and reached into some of the bullet-torn organs.

The organs and his gloved hand made a "gurgling" sound, and with his stirring, a stench became increasingly obvious.

The girl secretly glanced at Erwin, a surprised expression on her face. This was one of their morbid pleasures.

They didn't like being disturbed during autopsies. If someone barged in, they would do something disgusting to "repel" the rash intruder.

Most people would have covered their mouths and started looking for trash cans at this sight, but Erwin just watched quietly. He even had the mind to ask a question, "Why do you have to find those bullets?"

The older forensic doctor glanced at him again, "Each bullet is an independent piece of evidence. We record how many shots he took, take pictures, and then find each bullet and put it in an evidence bag."

As he was talking, a smile appeared on his face, "Look, I found it!"

He pulled a section of intestine from the corpse's abdominal cavity. There was already a rupture in the intestine. Because the body's internal flora began to reproduce uncontrollably after death, the intestine began to inflate, causing the inner membrane to turn outward and block the wound.

This made it look like it wasn't injured if you didn't look closely.

The older forensic doctor squeezed his finger into the wound and, with the cooperation of the other hand, quickly found the bullet in the intestine and dropped it into the metal tray with a "ding."

Unless their families signed an agreement to donate their bodies to medical institutions, these organs would not be removed casually if it wasn't necessary.

If their families were willing to sign, the bodies would be sent to medical institutions or schools for research or to be made into teaching materials.

"Wash it and put it back," he instructed, letting his apprentice complete the subsequent work. He breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the sink to wash his hands, and asked curiously, "Did you shoot?"

Erwin shook his head, "I wasn't at the scene. How do you know it was us?"

The forensic doctor shrugged, "Only killers aren't afraid of the people they kill!"

"Wise words!"

The forensic doctor smiled, cleaned himself up, took off his protective suit, and went to the office with Erwin.

He sorted out the files of these corpses and handed them to him, "Several of these people have criminal records. Besides that, they have gang-related tattoos. You should be able to find that out."

"I hope these things can help you."

"By the way, what should I call you?"

"Erwin!"

"Mr. Erwin, you can call me Doctor Seth."

He handed the files to Erwin, spread his hands, and quickly dropped them to his side, "I heard my colleagues complaining that you shot too many bullets into those people's bodies. It takes them a while just to find the bullets!"

"And every time they're done with those things, they're a mess, making it difficult for them to leave peacefully, you know what I mean!"

"God doesn't like rag dolls!"

"You're wrong, they can't go to heaven!" Erwin took the files and glanced at them. "Also, thank you, Seth."

He hesitated, "My brothers…"

Seth shook his arm again, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of them, make sure they can be buried with dignity!"

Erwin withdrew his hand, counted out a hundred dollars from his pocket, folded it, and placed it in Seth's hand, "Thank you for everything you've done for them!"

Seth raised his eyebrows, "I have to say, I like the way you express your gratitude!"

Erwin sighed, somewhat sadly, "I hope we don't meet again, Seth."

Seth laughed loudly, "I'm not cursing you, but who can say for sure?"

By the time he returned from the forensic doctor, it was already dark. He gave the files to Lance, who opened them and took everything out, his eyes falling on the first page.

A portrait, clearly taken when he was incarcerated, showing his front and side profiles, next to his name, age, race, religion, and residential address, as well as identification numbers that proved his identity.

Below were some of this person's criminal history and experiences. Clearly, he was a repeat offender.

"Four prior convictions for assault, one prior conviction for theft, one prior conviction for robbery…" Lance read out his file, looking at the others, "Looks like we found the right person."

Lance shook the file, "The Gregg family… does anyone know them?"

Maurice raised his hand, "They're not far from us. They have territory in the city center. The Gregg family is made up of Sagonians."

Sagonians are not "native" to the Federation; they are also immigrants.

Perhaps some Sagonians are included in the Federation, but it wouldn't be the majority.

They are known as descendants of pirates and robbers, without a specific place of residence, and some people call them the "nomads of the sea."

In the past, when navigation and shipbuilding technology were not well developed, the people sailing at sea were most afraid of encountering these Sagonians.

They would intercept passing ships, kill all the men on board, steal their wealth, goods, and women, and then sell them at nearby ports in exchange for gold coins, silver coins, and various resources.

Plunder was their way of life. The leader of a pirate group, once known as the "Pirate King," said that the sea was the Sagonians' pasture.

And those ships traveling on the sea were their lambs!

This was the Sagonians' way of life.

But with the continuous development and advancement of navigation and shipbuilding technology, the Sagonians themselves could not produce advanced ships, and the price of buying ships was too expensive, and they didn't know how to maintain and use them themselves.

Eventually, they began to gradually withdraw from the stage of history. Although some Sagonians who kept up with the times were still active at sea, more of them had begun to come ashore.

These people were very united. They inherited the ruthlessness of their ancestors and were very difficult to deal with for the small gangs in Gold Harbor City.

The Gregg family was now in its third and a half generation. The first generation of Greggs were basically all dead, and the second generation were either old or dead. Now it was the active period of the third and fourth generations.

They had the idea of actively expanding outward, but Lance didn't quite understand why they would attack him.

But he also knew that finding the leader of the Gregg family would unlock this secret!

"Do you know the specific location of their base?"

Maurice nodded, "They have a club, about fifteen minutes away from here."

Lance threw the file on the table and glanced at his watch, "There's still time before bed!"

Everyone stood up, and Burton seemed a little overwhelmed.

Of course, he knew what these people were going to do, but he had never participated in a gunfight. He hadn't even fired a gun yet!

Perhaps sensing his unease, Lance didn't let him follow, but instead had him continue to be responsible for gathering intelligence tomorrow.

When making the decision, Lance didn't consider the possibility of mistakes. Whether it was right or wrong, someone had to bear his anger first.

He could even guess that this matter might not have been the Gregg family's decision, but they were responsible for the execution, so they were wrong!

This time, Lance dispatched twelve cars, a full forty people.

The convoy advanced towards the city center in the night, like ghosts in the night.

Quiet and fast!

At this time, in a club in the city center, close to the Imperial District and the Precia District, the head of the Gregg family was receiving two important guests.

Two guests from the Pasreito family!

Since Paul had decided to protect Dover, he certainly wouldn't leave any obvious flaws. After dealing with those around Dover, they immediately found the current leader of the Gregg family.

No matter how tense the situation was now, the five major families were still insurmountable mountains in the eyes of these people.

So he behaved very humbly, with no trace of the Sagonians' unruliness.

"Does anyone else know about this?" The man with the parted hair sat on the chair with his legs crossed. He didn't look fierce at all, always wearing a smiling expression.

The leader sitting across the table shook his head, "I'm the only one who knows about this."

He and Dover met through smuggling drugs. The Pasreito family could get some popular special medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs, or something.

These medicines seem readily available for purchase in the Federation, but for some relatively underdeveloped countries, or those not exactly friendly with the Federation, these things are worth their weight in gold!

For example, a vial of special anti-inflammatory medicine might cost thirty-five dollars in the Federation, but in those less developed regions, selling to the wealthy, a single vial could fetch around a hundred dollars, or even more!

The Segeron people have ample sales channels at sea, and these medicines can be quickly sold through their hands.

Back and forth, he became acquainted with Dover, who could provide him with all sorts of goods.