Chapter 248: The plan is still the same. Who are you fighting against?
Snake didn't know how he survived. The moment the grenade exploded, he was close to the ground. But even so, he remembered the pain in his body at the moment before he fell into coma.
His body was now covered in dust, and there were burning pains in several places on his back. The splinters tore the wooden bed, leaving bleeding wounds on his body.
He coughed a few times, held the gun in his hand, and crawled outside the house.
It's hard for him to even stand up now, he's so injured!
He felt that his clothes were sticky, and he knew that it was the effect of being soaked with blood. He didn't know how long it had been, but he knew that he had to seek help as soon as possible!
He crawled slowly toward the door on his hands and knees. Just when he was about to reach the door, the door suddenly opened.
Pairs of brand new and shiny leather shoes appeared in his sight. He slowly raised his head and saw several young faces.
"Mr. Snake?"
The leader asked.
Snake doesn't know what happened to the others, but now he just wants to survive, "I'm not Snake, Snake lives in the next room."
"Shet, that's Snake, I swear!"
"He has a viper tattoo on his wrist. He is the only one in the entire gang with a tattoo on his wrist!" The voice of a senior gang leader came from outside the door. Snake's eyesight went dark, but luckily he held on.
He knew that there was no point in quibbling. He looked at the man in front and said, "What are you going to do with me?"
Lance showed a regretful expression, "I have no intention of letting you leave alive, Mr. Snake."
"I came here just to see who was planning to kill me, but..." He showed some regret, "I didn't expect it to be a character like you."
"As the host, please allow me to say, 'Welcome to Golden Harbor City, Mr. Snake.'"
"And...", he said, turning around, "...goodbye, Mr. Snake."
The two young men standing behind him drew their pistols and were beaten to a sieve in Snake's "Morafak."
Morris stood in the parking lot and shouted, "The state troopers are coming."
Lance stood on the second floor and gave him a thumbs up, which meant everything was settled.
The group of people went downstairs, and several other senior cadres of the Viper Gang followed them to the parking lot.
Lance got into the car, looked at them, and said with a slightly regretful expression, "Sorry, there is no place for you here."
Several senior cadres of the Viper Gang still didn't know what this sentence meant, and intensive gunfire rang out again!
In an instant, all five people fell to the ground, their faces showing fear of death or anger at getting such an end!
A group of people got into the car, including the Viper Gang's car, but Lance and the others drove away.
About seven or eight minutes after Lance and the others left, three state police patrol cars stopped on the shoulder of the road not far from the motel.
They first observed with binoculars for a while, and then listened carefully for a while. After confirming that no one fired, they approached the motel without sirens.
The state troopers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the empty parking lot in front of the motel.
They sounded the siren and informed the radio station that they had arrived at the scene of the crime.
Being a police officer these days has never been an easy task. In some literary works or rumors, people always feel that criminals are hesitant to shoot at law enforcement officers.
But this is actually a misunderstanding, or it is actually a plot arrangement for the purpose of dissemination. In real situations, there is nothing that criminal groups dare not do!
For example, during the development of the western region, those criminal groups not only dared to loot commercial institutions, but also dared to loot Sheriff's offices, post offices, and banks!
Law enforcer?
Law enforcement officers are also human beings. In the eyes of criminals, law enforcement officers are no different from ordinary people.
One shot in their vital parts will kill them. They are not supermen and they can't scare anyone!
Therefore, there is no shortage of people in the federal government who dare to take action against law enforcement. On interstate highways, there is no man's land at all times, and highway police and state police are actually very timid.
They don't dare to randomly intercept vehicles that don't look easy to mess with. If they intercept a bad guy, it's time for them to put on the national flag!
So even if they receive a call that there is a firefight here, they will not enter the scene until the firefight is over or even one of the parties has left.
Looking at the corpses scattered all over the place, the leading police officer relied on the tobacco in his pipe to relieve his nausea, "These bitches are so poorly raised..."
His partner couldn't help but tease, "How do you want them to be particular?"
"Clean them up for you and wait for you to come over and cuff them with your hands raised?"
The officer swore under his breath and got back to work.
They want to check the identities of these people and find some identifying information from them to determine who the victims are.
But in fact, there is no use in doing so. Thousands of people die on federal interstate highways every year, and there are an average of more than a dozen highway homicides every day. Let alone the ones that can be solved in the end, even if they can be discovered, it may be less than 100%. Eighty.
There are still many people who have slept under the soil in the wild for dozens or hundreds of years. It was not until their murderers got tired of the police's incompetence and took the initiative to come forward that they could see the light of day again.
Otherwise, most skeletons will eventually be decomposed by nature and return to nature completely.
As for chasing those criminals?
They are not that stupid. Those criminals have long since disappeared. Even if they were asked to chase them, they would only pursue them in the opposite direction.
Time passed like this bit by bit. In order to show "sincerity", Brinton brought thirty or forty people out this time. The remaining half of the people stayed in the nightclub to prevent Lance and the others from sneaking into the nightclub. .
Before nine o'clock, he arrived at the appointed restaurant early and expelled the normal guests in the restaurant.
All the tables and chairs were placed against the wall by his men. In the entire restaurant, there was only one table in the middle, and the dishes began to be served one after another.
Smelling the delicious fragrance, he felt hungry, but he still had to wait for Lance to arrive.
He is in a good mood. After tonight, the Viper Gang will be the largest gang in the Empire District!
The time pointed to 8:55, and his men suddenly walked in, "Lance and the others are here."
A line of motorcade stopped at the door. Erwin and Ethan were the first to get out of the car. They checked around the hotel to make sure no one was hiding inside before returning to the door. Lance got out of the car and walked out. Entering the restaurant, he sat across from Brinton.
This was the first time they sat face to face. Lance lit a cigarette and looked at Brinton, who was also looking at Lance carefully.
"You are different from what I imagined, Lance." He said carelessly and carelessly, "But you are very punctual, and I like people who are punctual."
Lance said "Thank you", which made Brinton stunned for a moment, "Aren't you the one who answered the phone this afternoon?"
He recognized that Lance's voice was different from the voice on the phone that afternoon, and he was a little confused about the situation.
Lance didn't deny it, "But the result is the same, isn't it?"
He looked around and said, "Now that we are sitting here, isn't this your purpose?"
Brinton thought about it carefully, and his face was filled with a smile again, "Yes, as long as the result is the same."
"By the way, I also invited a special guest over tonight, I hope you won't mind."
Lance looked at him with a half-smile, "Oh? Who is this guest? Do I know him?"
He originally thought that Brinton was talking about Snake. That dead ghost should be lying on the interstate police coroner's table now, and the coroner was experiencing the unique pleasure of the Golden Harbor City coroner-being beaten to mince in the slimy environment. Looking for warheads in the body.
But this time he guessed wrong, because soon he heard footsteps coming from behind, he turned around and looked back, it was Eric.
His whole person looked a lot gloomier, and the painkillers had tortured him so much that he was now completely inseparable from the painkillers.
A few days ago, Red High Heels was surrounded, and he was even arrested. Son-of-a-bitch Charlie didn't sell his face at all. He was searched wearing only a pair of underwear.
The only sense of security the mayor could provide him was that the policemen didn't poke him in the ass with a stick! But the days of being imprisoned were uncomfortable. The painkillers wore off in the middle of the night, and he was in pain all over his body. The pain continued, and he was beaten by the prisoners who were locked up together.
If the other party hadn't discovered that he was still screaming after beating him and realized that it might not be an act, he might have died of pain inside!
This made him feel that he had suffered great humiliation, and at the same time, it also made him realize that he might not be able to live without painkillers for the rest of his life.
He didn't like this. Although the money was not in his eyes, he didn't like the feeling of having his personality controlled by a medicine.
He wants to vent and relax!
Brinton's big move certainly couldn't be hidden from him. When he heard that Brinton planned to completely eliminate Lance tonight, he suddenly became interested.
He also wanted to see if Lance would still be there in the last moments of his life... He didn't know how to describe the word "yin and yang", but that was how he felt anyway.
What Lance wanted to express in each sentence and what he expressed were completely different things. He obviously occupies a more active position, but I always felt that Lance not only looked down on him, but also laughed at him!
He wanted to see if he could continue to be so arrogant!
Eric regarded Lance's unwillingness to bow to him as a kind of arrogance. In his opinion, a person with Lance's status should not have the courage to reject him.
As a result, Lance not only rejected him many times, but also made him sulky.
So here he is.
He swaggered and sat next to Brinton, looking at Lance with contempt and ridicule in his eyes, "Don't worry about me, I just came over to sit for a while and have something to eat."
He said, greeting the two of them, "Why don't you eat after you ordered so many things?"
"Don't waste food, because there are still many people who can't even fill their bellies."
Brinton echoed and began to use the knife and fork, "Let's talk while we eat."
Lance didn't refuse. After running around all afternoon, he was a little hungry.
In order to wait for Snake to arrive, Brinton could only find ways to delay the time, "Lance, actually there is no conflict between us that cannot be resolved."
"We're all in it for the money, for more stuff, and our goals are the same at this point."
"We can cooperate in depth, and we also have such a foundation." He said and glanced at Eric, which meant that as long as Lance bowed his head to Eric, then they would have a foundation for cooperation.
Eric liked Brinton very much, he could see the situation clearly, but Eric then sneered, "Goodbye, Mr. Lance doesn't look down on people like me, you should talk about other things. "
Brinton felt a little pity, "If we can cooperate, we must be the strongest in Golden Port City!"
He paused and said, "Lance, I actually like it here too. We are all people who have climbed up from the bottom. I know that life at the bottom is not easy."
"How about this, I use...the intersection of the main street and the main street as the center point, and divide the empire into two parts, the east and the west."
"You are in the west and we are in the east. We each run our own business and coexist peacefully without invading each other. How about that?"
Lance looked at Brinton's clown-like expression. He was not anxious at all. Instead, he began to recommend some dishes, "The steak is made with good ingredients. You should try it."
Brinton was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Lance would actually start to take the initiative, but he also thought that Lance had no future. Then he laughed freely and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."
What's so serious about being with someone who's about to die?
For a time, the atmosphere in the restaurant was exceptionally harmonious. They no longer talked about territory, partnership, etc., and started chatting about some news about Golden Port City, and even some international situations.
Eric had almost finished eating. His expression was slightly strange, and then he stood up unsteadily, "I'm going to use the bathroom, and you can continue talking."
His body ached, and his knuckles were itching.
Before every pain, the first thing that appeared was itching, and then came the unbearable severe pain, and the itching also told him that he needed to continue using painkillers.
He came to the toilet, chose a stall, and sat on it, regardless of whether the toilet was dirty or not, and then breathed a heavy sigh of relief, with a smile on his face that he didn't realize he had.
Outside, the dinner was still going on. Lance was full as he ate. His stomach couldn't hold so much. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "It's a good dinner. It's just a little late, but the delicious food makes up for it." After all, Brinton, you pick the restaurant.”
"So..." He held the edge of the table with one hand and leaned back. Although he didn't look aggressive, he became taller in Brinton's eyes.
"Our dinner is over. Is this the end of our conversation?"
Brinton was stunned for a moment, "Yes... I mean we haven't discussed any results yet."
Lance looked at him, "Are you waiting for someone?"
Brinton suddenly became alert. "I don't quite know what you mean, Lance."
"I'm just inviting you over for a meal. I want to peacefully resolve our differences, that's all."
Lance took out his cigarettes and lit one. They were the only ones in the restaurant, and everyone else was at the door to prevent anyone from making a sudden move.
Erwin, who was standing outside the door chatting with Brinton's men, saw Lance lighting up a cigarette. He suddenly hugged Brinton's man next to him, acted very affectionately, and led the other person towards him. Walk next to it.
When the others saw this step, they seemed to be ready to take action, because Lance lighting up the cigarette was a signal!
Lance looked at him and said in the most ordinary and casual tone, "You are waiting for Snake."
Brinton had an expression of disbelief on his face, as if asking "How the hell did you know that?", and then he showed an angry look, "Did you fucking bribe the people around me? "
A young man from the Viper Gang at the door heard Brinton's shouting. The moment he turned his head, someone hugged his neck.
Just as he was about to struggle, he felt a knife stabbing into his chest. His heart immediately started beating wildly, and he didn't even have the strength to speak!
At the moment when he was close to death, his hearing seemed to have become particularly sensitive. He heard the "pop" sound coming from around him, as well as the screams that were strangled in his throat, but it was too late to do anything he wanted to do. .
He was helped by the people around him and walked into the alley, then he was thrown to the ground, and then a second person pressed on him...
The world became dim, and with his last glimpse, he noticed that some people he knew had been standing in a row against the wall with guns pointed at their heads.
This is a trap!
Before he died, he roared silently, but it was meaningless.
In the restaurant, Brinton didn't notice that all his people at the door had been taken away. His attention was focused on Lance.
So many years of experience in the gang also told him that something was not quite right.
But he didn't dare to move now.
Lance shook his head, "I didn't bribe the people around you. It's actually not difficult to know those things about you. There are always people who are afraid of death. As long as they are afraid of death, they will tell me everything I want to know."
"I'm curious, Brinton, are you afraid of death?"
Brinton said with a dark face, "It doesn't matter whether I'm afraid of death or not. What's important is, Lance, do you know who you are fighting against?"
"You think you are fighting me, but in fact you are fighting Mr. Mayor. You are just a small role. You should not be so stupid to get involved."
Lance glanced at the ashes on the cigarette and said, "Can you pass the ashtray to me?" He didn't wait for Brinton to answer, and then said, "Forget it, I'll get it myself."
He walked to the table next to him and picked up a glass ashtray, which was very handy.
When he walked to the table, he looked at Brinton condescendingly and suddenly asked the question again, "Are you afraid of death?"
"Brinton?"
Brinton's face was full of ridicule. He opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, Lance suddenly raised the ashtray quickly. Then he felt the breeze on his cheeks and the sound of wind in his ears. Squeeze!
There was not much time left for him in this world. In this thousandth of a second, he said the last words or words left in this world——
"Shet!"
(End of chapter)