Empire of Shadows

Chapter 388 Another Countdown [666+5]

"Beno?"

Allen looked at Beno, who was leaning against the van smoking, and called his name several times, but he didn't respond.

He poked his head out and took a look, only to realize that he seemed to be daydreaming.

He walked over and knocked on the side of the car next to him, which startled him!

"F... What's wrong?" His cigarette slipped from his hand, and he focused on preventing the cigarette from falling on his clothes.

Two or three seconds later, after the cigarette butt shot out some sparks on the ground, he stomped it out.

"What's wrong?" he turned to look at Allen. "I was thinking about something just now and didn't hear what you said."

Allen pointed behind him, "I'm loading the goods, go and sign the form."

He looked at Beno, "If you have any worries, tell me, we are brothers, I will help you solve them!"

Allen felt that everyone was family, especially the people around him. He was very happy with them.

Whether it's working or going on missions, this is the life he dreamed of!

He didn't want this kind of life to be destroyed, especially by those who had the best relationship with him.

If Beno or others were really undercover agents, he would tell Elvin now and ask for his help.

He believed that Elvin would definitely give him this face, although some people might think it was not worth it, but he thought it was worth it.

These are his brothers!

They didn't lie to him.

Beno didn't know if he could feel it, but the emotions contained in Allen's eyes, that kind of sincerity, made him feel a little guilty.

He turned his head and looked elsewhere, "I'm fine, everything is fine, I'll go sign the form."

He patted Allen's arm, walked around him, and walked towards the back.

They were loading wine, and this batch of wine was going to be delivered to the bar.

Melo required the signing of the form. He had to count how much wine they sold every day and how much money they received to ensure that no one was tampering with the company's accounts.

In fact, someone did tamper with the accounts and was caught and punished, but this kind of thing could not be stopped.

As the price of alcohol became higher and higher, some people would always be dissatisfied with their current honest income and would take risks to find ways to make money.

The last guy they caught was a bartender. He would add more crushed ice to each glass, and then each bottle of wine could save two glasses.

He would pocket the income from the saved wine.

Because there was only the bartender at the bar, and these bars were not too big, the drawer for money was in front of him.

People couldn't see whether he put the money in the drawer or in his own pocket.

At first, he only took twenty yuan, once every two or three days.

Later, he found that no one had discovered him doing this, so he started taking it every day, then thirty yuan, forty yuan, fifty yuan every day!

At most, he took more than one hundred yuan a day.

The accounts could be matched. Except for the customers who felt that they drank one less sip than usual and the taste was a bit bland, they couldn't actually taste much difference.

Until someone felt that the wine was not right, he ordered four glasses, and then quickly drained the ice in front of everyone.

People saw that about one-fifth of the wine was missing in the glass, and then they became angry.

For alcoholics, you can scold them, even beat them, but you shouldn't deduct their alcohol, especially when the price of alcohol is constantly rising.

He couldn't explain these reasons, and then someone said that he had been spending money extravagantly recently.

No matter how harmonious the Lance family is, it cannot change the fact that it is a "family".

In front of his family, the bartender couldn't lie. He confessed what he had done, and Lance had him punished.

He was transferred from the bar to patrol outside, but because of this incident, everyone's income was increased by ten yuan.

Lance told them that if someone was putting money from the company's account into their own pocket, it was either that person was too greedy, or they were giving too little!

He didn't know if the fifty yuan given was too little, but he gave another ten yuan, and now everyone can get at least sixty yuan a month in salary, even if they don't do anything.

Just do a little bit, and you can actually get a lot of money.

The bartender's income was not low, two hundred yuan a month, but compared to the "money" he earned up to one hundred yuan a day, his income was indeed not high.

After this incident, everyone was very careful and followed the requirements of the regulations.

Including Allen and the others, when they came to deliver goods, they also had to sign multiple times to ensure that there were no problems in every link. Some people felt that they were more formal than those big companies!

It is obviously a family, a gang, but they are doing serious work, which may make many people feel a little contrast.

Looking at Beno's leaving back, Allen shook his head. He returned to the carriage and began to move the wine into it.

Beno, who was walking towards the warehouse, was always in a daze because of Lucar's death.

Lucar was dead. The corpse with the smashed face was discovered by an old man strolling in the park, and then he called the police.

When the police arrived, Lucar was lying naked on the ground, with only a pair of underwear left.

His coat, pants, belt, shoes, and even socks were taken away by nearby homeless people.

The scene was completely destroyed, but the forensic doctor still knew from his death that the person died from craniocerebral injury caused by multiple blunt instrument blows to the face.

It's just that the face was smashed a bit abstractly, and they couldn't tell who he was for a while—neither the police nor the forensic doctor would stare at a corpse for a long time thinking about whether they had seen this person.

There have been so many cases in King's Landing recently, they have no intention of managing these. After someone reports a missing person case, they can find the deceased's information by comparing it.

As for no one reporting the case?

That's great, this case will be treated as if it never happened!

Every year, many such cases eventually become records in a file bag in the corner of the archive, and then they are completely destroyed after being sealed for a period of time.

It's as if those people never came to this world!

Lucar's wife called the police after Lucar didn't go back the next day.

At first, they didn't think about it this way, but after asking everyone, they didn't know where Lucar went, and the city handled a case of overtime parking.

After verification, the car parked outside the park for many days belonged to Lucar, and they then found Lucar's body in the cold storage.

After identification by acquaintances, the one lying inside was him.

Lucar is dead. There is no doubt that this is a vendetta, but at this critical moment, Dale did not dare to publicize it.

The senator is in this city, and they have also talked on the phone.

If he said at this time that his men were killed in a vendetta, it would seem... that he actually had no ability!

For the old men in Congress, you can be greedy, lustful, and have many shortcomings, but there is one thing you must have, and that is ability!

So Lucar's death was miraculously defined as "killed in a robbery", and the reason and evidence were that everything on him was gone.

Then the police here arrested a few homeless people and threw them into prison, and that was the end of the matter.

But Beno knew that Lucar's death was not that simple.

He couldn't say whether he felt a little relaxed or a little heavy.

Without Lucar, no one would know that he was an undercover agent, but he was not sure whether Lucar had left any documents, he was very conflicted.

He walked to the warehouse, took the clipboard from the "administrator", and filled in the quantity of wine, his name, and the confirmation signature for which bar it was to be delivered to at the other party's request.

"Isn't this bar already sealed up?" He looked at the address and the name of the bar and asked casually.

The administrator shrugged, "Who knows?"

"Maybe it's open again!"

"Maybe they also think it's impossible for us to reopen in a sealed old site?"

He checked the signature, ticked a few places himself, and then said, "Okay, you're done!"

"Remember to close the iron door when you leave!"

Beno bumped fists with him and turned to leave. Everything was very normal, calm, and there was nothing wrong.

He returned to the outside, and Allen had already loaded everything into the car.

Recently, he learned to drive. Beno used to drive. He said with a smile that if Beno was not there one day, he couldn't drive himself.

Learning to drive is very simple for them, because the family has a lot of cars. As long as they want to learn, they can learn quickly.

"Didn't encounter any problems?" Allen looked at him, "You must tell me if there are any problems, we will solve them together!"

Beno shook his head and smiled, "What problems could there be?"

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Allen could only temporarily put these thoughts down. The car started slowly and soon disappeared into the city.

What Beno didn't know was that the delivery note he signed was soon sent to Lance's office.

"This is the last one!" Lance put more than a dozen documents of various types together and handed them to the handwriting professor.

The handwriting professor smiled and put away these documents, "Mr. Lance, don't worry, I will be able to find out who wrote that note in at most five days!"

There were several notes, most of which were written by Lucar himself, but the handwriting of one of them was significantly different from Lucar's!

All the characteristics were telling him that this person was not Lucar.

Naturally, Lance found a way to have everyone leave their handwriting samples without them noticing.

Lance opened a drawer, took out another thousand dollars, and handed it over, "I need you to work hard during this period. This result is very important to me!"

The professor looked at the thousand dollars, his face beaming!

"No problem, Mr. Lance. I guarantee that besides eating and sleeping, I will use all my other time to push this forward!"

"Maybe we'll be lucky, and the first one will be this person?"

Lance also said with a smile, "Hopefully!"