Empire of Shadows

Chapter 349 Action [666+11]

"The Lance family's control over the Imperial District relies mainly on two parts."

"First, Bolton and his old geezers!"

The professor stood in front of a blackboard, addressing the senior members of the Wolf Gang about the upcoming plan of action.

On the blackboard behind him was the word "Safety," from which two lines extended, connecting to the names "Bolton" and "Morris," along with their photos.

The photos weren't close-ups; they were taken from a distance, so they were a bit blurry and didn't look very realistic, but even if they weren't very clear, people could still recognize them from the photos.

The enlarged photo of Bolton showed him sitting in a coffee shop, talking to an old man in front of him; the photographer had captured most of his face very well.

He looked a bit stern, perhaps even a little impatient; the old man in front of him only showed the back of his bald head, covered in age spots.

The professor circled Bolton's name several times with his chalk.

"Lance isn't any more capable than others; he's just a little bit smarter. This line of defense seems weak, but it's actually very effective!"

"The old men under Bolton are people who have lived in the nearby blocks for decades. As soon as we enter their blocks, they can tell whether we are people who often appear on this street."

"Thus, they can determine whether we are outsiders."

"Everyone is connected to Bolton. In other words, Bolton is the 'spider' at the center of this network. Get rid of him, and this network will be paralyzed."

"So, our first step is to eliminate him."

"Lance has arranged for two to four people to protect him, and there are also their patrolmen in the surrounding blocks. We need to take them down within two minutes."

"Otherwise, Lance's reinforcements will arrive."

......

Bolton sat in the coffee shop, savoring his coffee and dessert. He loved this kind of life.

Having money, not needing to do hard physical labor, and also being respected by people.

Now, who wouldn't respectfully call him "Mr. Bolton" when they saw him?

Wasn't this the Federal dream he had always longed for?

His young wife was already pregnant. After getting married, he had poured almost all of his energy into his young wife's body, just to get her pregnant as soon as possible, to solidify his position in the family.

It sounded a bit despicable, but it was the only effective way, which was to put all family members under Lance's control!

That woman was actually quite satisfied too; she had money to spend, didn't need to work, and was endlessly glamorous. They were actually the same kind of people to some extent.

The future life would only be better. Recently, Bolton had been planning to look at villas; detached houses were no longer able to satisfy him.

But he knew that now was not the time; he needed to keep a low profile.

Buying a new house after only a few months, even if Lance didn't mind, there would always be people who would say strange things.

He didn't want anyone to say strange things; that would undermine Lance's trust in him.

He turned his head to look at the sunny weather outside the display window. The news of the mayor's assassination had made the whole city tense, and so was he.

He hoped those people wouldn't come looking for trouble at this time.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly two cars sped from a distance and screeched to a halt outside the coffee shop. When Bolton noticed a person getting out of the car quickly pulling something out from behind their back, he felt a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head!

His scalp tingled, and then he awkwardly dove under the table and pulled out his gun.

Gunshots rang out the first moment he hid, and the glass window shattered into pieces. He pushed the table towards the display window, while the two bodyguards responsible for protecting him also began to draw their guns and return fire!

"F*ck, f*ck!"

The adrenaline made him feel like he had endless power for a moment. While the people outside the window couldn't see him, he quickly crawled along the ground to the coffee shop's bar, picked up the phone, and dialed the company's number.

"I'm being attacked, at Maple Coffee Shop..."

"F*ck!"

One bodyguard was hit by several bullets and lay directly on the ground. The other bodyguard hid behind a table, only occasionally taking the time to close his eyes and stick his hand out to fire a shot.

The ringing of the doorbell made him shiver. The gunmen were coming in!

The only people who would come in at this time were gunmen; who the hell would run in to order a cup of coffee during a gunfight?

He braced himself and peeked his head out from the ground, firing two shots. The gunshots made the two gunmen who had just entered quickly hide again, which gave him a chance to breathe.

The bar wasn't deep; staying here would only lead to death. He suddenly saw a guy trembling inside the bar.

He knew this person, an illegal immigrant, who had been working here for two years. The boss would give him twenty dollars a month, which was considered a bit conscientious.

Looking at him trembling there, Bolton's brain raced faster than ever before.

"I'll make a deal with you. You run out and help me attract firepower. If you die, I'll mail five thousand dollars to your family."

"If you live, I'll give you the money directly."

The waiter didn't hesitate for too long before agreeing, "You're really a beast, Bolton!"

They had actually spent a long time together. Bolton came every day, and he often provided services to Bolton. Over time, the two became familiar.

Sometimes they would chat a few words, and the waiter had always been proud and honored to be able to chat with a big shot like Mr. Bolton.

But he didn't expect that this Bolton, who had a high status in his mind, was this kind of person!

The waiter looked at the weapon in Bolton's hand pointing at him, his eyes almost popping out.

Bolton didn't show any embarrassment, "I just want to live. Sorry, I'll compensate you!"

He waved his gun, and the doorbell rang again, "I'm going to shoot."

"F*ck!", This time it was the waiter's turn. He glared at Bolton fiercely, "You said, five thousand dollars!"

Bolton nodded, "Five thousand dollars, I said it!"

The waiter took two deep breaths. As if he had mustered his courage, he suddenly screamed "Ah ah" and rushed out!

In an instant, six guns outside the counter were aimed at him and pulled the trigger.

When Bolton heard the first empty chamber sound, he gritted his teeth and braced himself to rush towards the back kitchen door five meters away!

While running, he fired his gun. The gunmen fired back a few shots and quickly ran out of bullets, and Bolton's counterattack forced them to find cover.

Bullets whizzed past him, and he felt like he had been hit by a shot, but at this time he couldn't pay attention to these things at all. He only had one thought, and that was to run!

He crashed into the back kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. There was a back door here, and he ran frantically towards the back door, leaving behind a scattering of bloodstains on the ground.

The remaining bodyguard saw that Bolton had run away by himself, so he began to play dead, and the gunmen saw that Bolton had run into the back kitchen and didn't dare to chase in casually for a while, only cursing a few words and quickly leaving, leaving behind a mess......

......

"After dealing with Bolton, we also need to deal with one person, that is Morris."

The professor circled Morris's photo several times with chalk, and also tapped it a few times with chalk to focus people's attention.

"If Bolton is one of Lance's eyes, then Morris is Lance's other eye. A one-eyed dragon may not be good-looking, but at least he can still see."

"We want to make Lance completely blind!"

"Morris's father likes to gamble. During this time, we have found the place Morris's father often goes through Qiaobafu's relationship."

"Find a way to detain him, and then let Morris come over to pay for him, in the name of gambling and losing money. Morris will definitely come."

"Since Morris followed Lance, his father has lost many times and he has been asked to send money, so he won't be wary."

"Losing Bolton and Morris, Lance will be like a blind man, completely losing control of the Imperial District!"

The professor pushed his glasses, "Without eyes, the sky will be dark, which will be convenient for us to act!"

......

At the gambling table, Morris's father, wearing expensive clothes, threw the cards on the table with dirty words. They were playing poker, a kind of game between players.

The big blind was ten, but the win or loss of each hand could not be judged according to the size of the blind. Sometimes the win or loss of one hand was ten times, or even a hundred times the blind!

Lost again!

He looked unkindly at the two strangers on the other side of the gambling table, "I haven't seen you before."

The two glanced at him sideways, "If you want to play, continue to buy in. If you don't have money, get out of the way. Don't play in front of others, and don't hinder me from making money!"

"Bastard!", Morris's father looked at the casino operator, "Give me another box of chips."

A box was fifty dollars. The casino operator took the chips and walked over, whispering to him, "This is the last box. You can't beat them."

But he didn't listen at all. He had already lost seven or eight hundred. Now he wasn't betting on winning or losing, but on a breath!

Unsurprisingly, he lost again. The casino operator had no choice but to call Morris, "Your father has lost a lot..."

Morris, who was playing ball, hung up the phone. He let out a breath and said goodbye to the others with a bit of a headache.

Although he sometimes really hated his father for constantly counting money, he couldn't deny that, even though his father was a gambler, he hadn't abused him growing up. Moreover, he had even brought him along to the casino and let him benefit from it.

Now that he had money, he didn't care about the small stakes his father played for.

It was just that he always ran up debts, and if he lost, he would have his son pay for it. In reality, Maurice understood that this was his father's way of showing off to his card-playing buddies.

So whenever the casino called him, he would still go. After all, that was his father, and a father who had treated him quite well!