Empire of Shadows

Between killing the enemy leader and saving your own, what do you choose?

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This is a very complex question. Some choose to continue hunting down the enemy leader, while others choose to save their own boss.

After all, saving the boss's life is far more likely to earn the boss's favor than killing the enemy leader.

When the gunmen from Yalan began to fight back and dragged him out of the car, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In this extremely short period, he made a decision: return to the hotel.

The hotel has many rooms, unlike the open space here. As long as he defends a corridor or a stairwell, he can save his life.

Rick had also experienced this kind of battle. Before he showed the ability to inherit the family, he was just a captain who had to go to "work" often.

He hadn't been in this kind of environment for a long time. The surge of adrenaline gave him the illusion that he could rush out with a gun and kill everyone.

His reason told him that he wasn't cut out for this.

But this road was not so easy to walk. The surrounding firepower was too fierce. He didn't know how many enemies there were, but he knew that the people around him who were protecting him were constantly dying, so much so that he needed to pick up a pistol from the ground and start trying to fight back.

The whole process probably only took about three or four minutes. The sound of gunfire finally subsided a lot. Rick, who was hiding behind a car and breathing heavily, felt a little desperate.

He watched helplessly as a gunman in front of him used the car as cover to shoot. In less than five seconds, several more bullet holes appeared on his face, and he fell on top of him.

In that instant, he thought of his son. A sense of fear arose from the depths of his heart and began to spread…

He panicked, as frightened as a woman, and pushed away the gunman who had fallen on him. He told himself to find a way to escape back to the hotel.

Although there were only twenty or thirty meters, this distance seemed to be an abyss with no bottom, constantly devouring people's lives.

A gunman struggled and fell to the ground. This guy had the slightly darker skin characteristic of Yalan people, and his skin was still very rough.

He had some acne on his face and looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He just stared straight at Rick, his shoulders twitching, and then he began to vomit blood.

In less than a few seconds, he seemed to lose consciousness.

At this moment, revenge, dignity, the two emperors—nothing was more important than life!

He regretted it a little, but it was too late.

Several backlit black shadows appeared behind him. He looked back at those people, the sun was above their heads, and he could only squint.

He couldn't see their faces clearly, he could only see their cold eyes. He was just about to say something when the gunshots rang out.

So, this is what it feels like to be shot.

He leaned against the tire and slowly fell to the ground. Just now, he felt countless fists falling on his body, but strangely, it didn't hurt at all.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his strength was being lost, and there was a very serious feeling of panic.

If there was a doctor here, he would tell Rick that this was a near-death experience.

It is the last signal sent by the organism before death. These signals are telling his brain to think of a way.

If he can think of a way, then the near-death experience will disappear.

If he can't think of a way, then it will also disappear.

Because dead people have no feeling.

Oxygen deprivation in the brain caused by blood loss made the world in front of him turn black. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a young man came to him.

He had seen that young man before, his name seemed to be… Lance.

Yes, Lance White, a small character.

He watched Lance nod to him, and then the gunmen around him surrounded him, and bullets instantly overwhelmed him.

What he didn't see was that behind Lance, there were two other people, Alberto and Francisco.

Francisco looked at Rick, who had been riddled with holes, in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this person, who had brought huge losses to the family, and even Paul's death was partly due to him, had died on this street, under the sunlight.

Blood spread out from under his body. Francisco suddenly felt a little sad and a little fortunate.

The gunfire in the distance continued, and some gunmen were still attacking Sarif.

"It's over," Alberto exhaled a breath of stale air. He glanced at Lance and noticed that Lance was looking at another area of the street.

"Sarif is not a good person. You might not believe it, but Bandi looked for me."

Lance's gaze shifted to Alberto's face, "What did he want you to do?"

"He said Sarif said that Rick's son was killed by us. He told us not to interfere in this matter."

A very special expression appeared on Lance's face, "Actually, it's not over yet!"

Under Alberto's confused gaze, Lance called Hiram, who was wearing braids, over and said something in his ear. Then, he beckoned for his men to run towards Sarif.

Alberto was a little confused, "Are you going to save him?"

Lance shook his head, "I'm afraid he won't die."

Then, under Alberto's surprised gaze, he also ran over there.

Sarif was shot twice, in the legs. He suspected that these two shots were not fired by Rick's people, but by his own people, because when he was shot, it was impossible for the other party to hit his legs from that position; it was only possible from behind.

But now saying this not only doesn't solve the problem, but can also cause some unnecessary trouble, so he has been encouraging everyone to continue to resist, and reinforcements are coming soon.

He didn't have many people left either. They were lucky, the car crashed into a roadside shop, and then they gathered some manpower and held on here. Even if there were more people on the other side, it would not be easy to rush in.

He was a little panicked now. These Yalan gunmen were too damn fierce, fighting without regard for their lives.

He was afraid that his people hadn't managed to take care of Rick, and he was also worried that these people would not be able to withstand the attack of the gunmen outside.

And they didn't have many bullets left.

This was a very desperate thing, but suddenly, there was another burst of fierce gunfire outside. Immediately afterwards, it seemed that all the gunfire stopped, and it was quiet in an instant!

A look of surprise appeared on Sarif's face. He shouted loudly, "Who's outside?"

"It's me, Lance!"

"Are you okay?"

"Can you walk out by yourself?"

Sarif breathed a heavy sigh of relief at this time, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

Lance had arrived, which meant that Rick had been killed and he was safe.

He was just about to stand up when a sharp pain began to attack him. He fell to the ground all of a sudden, which made him cry out in pain.

"What's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

"Yes, I've been shot. This car… is a bit in the way. Can you help me get out of here?"

"Of course…"

Soon, Lance and the others walked in. There were only five people left in the room, and several others were lying on the ground, probably asleep.

This is the good thing about young people, no matter where they are, whether there is noise or not, they fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Lance's eyes fell on Sarif's thigh. The wound was not fatal; if it was fatal, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.

For some reason, Sarif suddenly felt that something was wrong, because these people didn't come over to help him up or drive the car away, but stood there looking at them.

He squeezed out a smile, a very reluctant smile, and was extremely nervous in his heart!

"Lance, you…"

Lance asked with a smile, "I heard you told Bandi that Alberto and I killed Rick's son?"

In that instant, Sarif knew where the problem was. At the same time, he understood that Bandi and Rick were in cahoots, and they had set a trap to harm him!

That's why they revealed to Lance and Alberto that he had leaked the news, so that they wouldn't help him.

But he never expected that Lance and the others would not only come in, but also kill him.

"Let me explain…" His mind was racing at an unprecedented speed. He had never put so much effort into using his brain in his life!

The people around him also looked at him with the expression of looking at a madman. They couldn't understand Sarif's operation either.

At this time, betraying allies, are you really crazy?!

His act of explaining precisely showed that he had done these things.

Lance raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger at Sarif, who was lying on the ground, one hand still covering his wound, "Go to heaven and explain to God!"

Sarif, whose eyes were still wide open, looked at Lance and the others, his mind was not completely blank—

Bandi, you son of a bitch!

This gunshot was like a signal. The survivors in the room were instantly riddled with holes, including Sarif.

He seemed to have a "why" remaining in his mouth, wanting to ask Lance, and his eyes were also full of confusion at the last moment.

Lance noticed two girls in the corner. They were so scared that they had wet their pants, and their whole bodies were trembling violently.

Lance looked at them, his tone very light, even gentle!

"You didn't see us. He was killed by the gunmen outside. The gunmen left after killing them, remember?"

The two girls could only nod and tremble. It wasn't hard to see from their faces that they hadn't expected to survive!

Lance flashed a brilliant smile, gave them a very Federal military salute common in movies, and then, stepping on the debris of the building, led his men away from the shop.

The police quickly sealed off the entire street, and the mayor, lying in his hospital bed, was also alarmed and came to the scene. However, there was no anger or anything like that on his face, only composure, and even a hint of a smile.

Although his future was ruined, he would still smile at the misfortune of these people. Perhaps this was the most realistic portrayal of having no demands and therefore no fatal weaknesses!

In fact, when the police arrived, they saw Lance and Alberto's convoy. However, based on a rigorous legal attitude, they would not intercept these convoys without sufficient evidence, let alone suspect that the people in the cars had anything to do with the gunfight just now.

The results of the downtown shootout spread throughout the city within twenty minutes, and thirty minutes later, even the governor had heard about it.

The Tita family and the Cassia family, two of the five major families, engaged in a shootout on the main road outside the Golden Century Hotel in the city center.

It is rumored that Sarif had previously killed Rick's son, which may be the reason for the escalation of the conflict.

A total of more than seventy gang corpses were found at the scene. According to witnesses, a large number of people also fled the scene.

Among the corpses found, they discovered the body of Rick Cassia, the number one figure in the Cassia family.

As well as the body of Sarif Tita, the number one figure in the Tita family.

This news shook the entire Golden Port City and even Likalai State. Subsequently, news came out that the two had negotiated at the Golden Century Hotel before the shootout. It is said that Bandi also participated in the negotiation…

When Bandi heard the news, his hand trembled, and he spilled coffee on his leg. At that moment, he had a fleeting suspicion that if he had left later, he might have been killed as well.

Because obviously there was another group of people at the scene. Whose people were they, and why did they do this?

To the point where he even began to suspect, were Rick and Sarif really killed in a shootout?

But thinking about these things now is useless. Hunter called him and asked him to go to the police station for a talk.

With such a big thing happening, although they did find two people who could take responsibility for all the problems, the necessary procedures still had to be followed.

When Bandi traveled, he made a big show of it. Hunter, who greeted him at the entrance of the police station, couldn't help but frown. "I thought you were going to attack the police station."

Bandi shook his head and said nothing. He was just uneasy.

Whether it was Rick or Sarif, they were once representative figures of the top forces in Golden Port City.

Now that they were suddenly dead, it gave him a very bad feeling.

In just one year, Paul died, and Rick and Sarif died. Of the "old guys" of the "old era," only he and Figal remained.

He didn't have this feeling before, but now he did.

It was as if a huge storm was about to hit the city, and some omens had already appeared!

Although traveling with so many people might be a little… embarrassing, it was better than losing his life.

"Isn't this Charlie's room?" Bandi, sitting across from the desk, was a little strange. He remembered that Charlie's office was not in this location.

Hunter did not answer his question, but the answer was "yes." This was not Charlie's office. He did not continue to use Charlie's office, but chose a new one.

Although there was nothing wrong with doing so, it more or less showed some of his personal intentions.

He placed his hands naturally on the table. "You already know why I asked you to come. Can you tell me, what exactly happened?"

Bandi crossed his legs and pressed his hands on the armrests of the chair. He looked a little nervous and was trying to hide it. "They had some conflicts and contradictions. I wanted to help them mediate."

"You know, the city's security is getting worse and worse. As a member of Golden Port City, I also hope to restore it to its previous state as soon as possible."

"I invited them to the outdoor coffee shop at the Golden Century Hotel. We talked for a while, but the talks broke down."

"Neither of them was willing to let go of their hatred. Seeing that I couldn't persuade them, I left first."

"Then what happened, I still heard from you. I know as much as you know, even less than you know."

Hunter stared at Bandi, seemingly wanting to find some traces of lying on his face, but he obviously failed. He didn't succeed.

After a brief silence, he asked, "Tell me something you know."

Bandi chose to say some things that could be said. These things that could be said were of no value, and it didn't matter if they were said.

Listening to those complicated and meaningless things, Hunter finally waved his hand. "You better be like what you said, and have nothing to do with this matter."

After a period of sorting out his state and confiding, Bandi's emotions recovered a lot. He frowned slightly. "Charlie wouldn't dare talk to me like this."

His meaning was obvious. Hunter was just Charlie's subordinate. What was he, and he dared to talk to him like this?

Hunter shook his head slightly. "I just want to know what happened and catch the criminals as soon as possible."

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it at all."

Bandi's eyes suddenly flickered slightly. "I suddenly thought of something. Recently, Sarif and the people from the Pasreito family, that Alberto, and Lance White have been very close. Maybe they know something."

Hunter wrote these down. "I will investigate them. Are there any other valuable clues?"

Bandi shook his head. "No more."

Hunter knew that he couldn't get anything out of asking. Doing this was just going through the motions. He stood up, extended his hand, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Koda. If you remember any other valuable clues, call me anytime."

Bandi nodded, turned around and left. Hunter sent him to the entrance of the police station and watched him leave by car.

If this shootout had been at night, if it had been in a more remote place, then it would have been easily resolved.

But a fierce shootout in the city center in broad daylight, this case will definitely spread quickly. If he doesn't act by then, it will be giving the mayor an excuse to remove him from this position.

Even if he has made up his mind to make this case a "both sides in the shootout died" as the core of the closing, he still has to do as much as he should.

When he heard that this case involved Lance, he had a new idea.

Lance is challenging his and Charlie's base. Now many police officers in the branch are discussing the "split" of the Empire District and the Port District.

They have a special collection company, and then issue an extra legal income to each police officer in the jurisdiction, which is still very attractive to the police.

After all, this money is clean, and they have no burden to use it, let alone worry that one day in the future, they will have problems because of this money.

And once the sharing model is implemented, they will never be able to leave Lance again.

This is tantamount to challenging the bottom line for Hunter and Richard, who are based on the police!