Empire of Shadows

Chapter 225: Set Tyrant [Monthly Ticket 666+2]

What do you want?

Money, power, status, desires… there are many, but Lance knows that saying these things doesn't mean much.

Because whether it's money, power, or social status, or other things, he can obtain these himself.

What people wish for from a genie is always something they can't obtain through their own efforts, not something readily available.

He pondered for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "I want world peace."

Mr. Pasleto was stunned for a moment, for about two or three seconds, then burst out laughing!

He grabbed Lance's arm and looked at Alberto, "This is really too humorous!"

Alberto also laughed for a while.

After the laughter subsided, he said again, "Perhaps this is a very stupid question, your heart is stronger than we imagined."

"Thank you for your evaluation, Mr. Pasleto…"

"You can call me Paul."

Mr. Pasleto was not stingy with these things, "Is this what you want?"

He looked at Lance with an expression anticipating how things would develop. Lance nodded, "That's right, Paul."

He knew that he had gained the friendship of the Pasleto family. Being able to call him "Paul" was proof.

Whether it's the Pasleto family or the other families, their internal hierarchy is very strict, even if it seems like there is no distinction between them.

But in reality, they have their own detailed hierarchy, and no one can easily overstep it.

This is also the most core rule of the gang.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Paul flipped the barbecue, and reminded him, "If you don't flip your barbecue again, it will burn, and it won't taste good."

Lance flipped the barbecue while saying, "The eyes of Congress and the public can't always be focused on this. We can remain restrained for now, and when their attention is drawn elsewhere, it will be our time for reckoning."

"I like the word 'reckoning'!"

Paul agreed with Lance's idea, "But we shouldn't do nothing."

"I don't believe that everyone in the Hazardous Materials Management Bureau is 'Mr. Righteous'. There must be some who are not so righteous. Find them, and then win them over."

"I've thought a lot about what I have that you don't, but you need. Thinking about it, it seems that only arms are what you need."

"So if you want anything, you can call Alberto, he will bring you everything you want."

"But don't play too big, be careful not to hurt yourself!"

Alberto nodded, "I will remember."

The barbecue was quickly cooked. Lance met Paul's family here, his three sons and a daughter, and a granddaughter.

In addition to his family, there were also some family members.

The families in the Sumuri District often have some blood relations, and are organizations with both family and religious characteristics.

The relationship between them is not entirely hierarchical, but also kinship.

Of course, there are also many peripheral members, who may not have blood relations with them.

But those who can appear here today are all Paul's family.

On the way back from the Sumuri District, Lance was thinking about some things behind tonight's seemingly ordinary dinner.

For example, the five major families were sending him a signal through Paul, telling him that everyone supported him and wanted him to fight those foreign bastards.

But he wouldn't be stupid enough to actually do that, and impulsively sell his life for these people.

If they wanted him to sell his life, they couldn't afford the price.

But after all, this was good news, at least the locals were starting to accept him.

He drank some wine in the evening, and nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, Lance, Hiram, and a few others drove two cars, along with Gerald, to Creek Valley City. They were going to vent Gerald's anger.

By the way, Lance was also a little interested in the current film shooting.

Lance firmly believed that the film industry would definitely explode. Perhaps the profits it brings are not as good as selling alcohol, but in legal investments, the rate of return is definitely very amazing!

He also started to set up cinemas in Gold Harbor City, and soon it would not only be Gold Harbor City, but the entire state, and even the eastern part of the Federation!

When the time comes, whether he makes movies or shows movies, it will continuously bring him legal profits.

More legal profits will allow him to launder more black money.

Around eleven o'clock, the group had arrived in Creek Valley City. It was obviously not as prosperous as Gold Harbor City, but it was much better than other places.

Many young people in the area work in Gold Harbor City, and only come back on weekends, which makes the city seem to lack some vitality.

Those walking on the street are either underage children, or people in their thirties or even forties.

It is worth mentioning that the scenery here is good, with a beauty of mountains and rivers. One side is the city, and the other side is nature, and the climate is very pleasant.

Many middle-class people think that retiring in Creek Valley City is a good choice. It is very close to Gold Harbor City, but the prices are much lower, and the cost of living is lower.

Gerald's film crew was shooting in the suburbs, and recently there was a lot of content that needed to be shot in the open air environment.

When the group arrived, the crew hadn't rested yet.

The director nodded when he saw Gerald, signaling him to stand for a while. As soon as a shot was finished, the director and screenwriter felt that there was no problem, and this take was considered over.

"You can bring your friends to watch our shooting, but don't let them cause trouble!"

The director didn't know who Lance and the others were, he just subconsciously felt that these might be Gerald's friends.

Because those people were as young as him, and they could only be friends, and the cars they drove were not very good, only very ordinary.

Gerald didn't refuse.

Because of his return, some content related to Gerald had to be reshot in the afternoon. It could be seen that he was very popular among the actresses, but the male actors were obviously isolating him.

Federal bullying is always expressed directly, which may be one of their very few advantages, at least not so hypocritical.

As the shooting progressed, the location also moved from the suburbs back to the city. This scene was about Gerald and the heroine chatting in a roadside coffee shop.

Then they were discovered by the male lead, who was very angry and splashed Gerald in the face with the coffee on the table.

The whole plot was very simple, but it had already been shot four times and still hadn't passed.

The male lead always messed up some things after splashing the coffee.

Either he said the wrong lines, or he couldn't express the emotions he should have, leading to constant reshoots.

Although for movies of this period, they may not need such superb performances, but… you can't show a gloating smile when you're angry, right?

"Sorry, sorry, Gerald, my emotions are a bit off, let's do it again!"

The male lead's upturned嘴角 showed no sign of apology, but instead made people feel that he was asking for a beating.

The heroine took a towel to help Gerald wipe the coffee off his body, and at the same time looked at the male lead reproachfully, "Are you trying to make trouble for him?"

The male lead quickly denied this statement, "How is that possible?"

"I just can't find the feeling…"

Gerald's face was gloomy. He squeezed out some smiles. If the other party had made a mistake at first, he hadn't reacted, but now it was definitely intentional.

The director also had a headache. He protested to the producer, saying that this would obviously cause disunity in the crew.

But the producer's smile seemed to be telling the director that this matter was not that simple.

In the end, the director could only return to his job and let them start preparing again.

"…Scene five, take one!"

Although Gerald was not a professional opera or drama actor, he learned very quickly. He was already able to switch emotions quickly.

Even though he was very upset now, he quickly showed a sunny smile and chatted happily with the heroine with an expression and gaze that contained a hint of admiration.

Even Hiram, that guy, could feel that the character played by Gerald should like the heroine very much.

"That expression of his has a rotten smell, it's really hellish!"

This was Hiram's evaluation of Gerald.

At this time, the male lead walked over from a distance with a sneer on his face. He walked to the table, reached out and grabbed the coffee cup, and was about to continue splashing it on Gerald when suddenly a hand pressed his hand.

He turned his head a little at a loss, and saw the friend Gerald had brought. He was about to say something when Lance punched him in the abdomen!

The male lead, who had never suffered such pain, immediately squatted on the ground holding his stomach. He couldn't even cry out in pain!

Gerald was also stunned by this scene. He thought that Lance would help him solve this problem after the shooting was over, not now.

He stood there a little at a loss, but watching Lance was using football kicks to deal with that bastard, he inexplicably felt happy!

The producer was shocked when he saw this. He quickly ran to Lance's side, and was about to pull him away when a gun was pointed at his head.

There was no threat, but at this time it was better than a thousand words. Hiram's other hand was picking his nose, and he didn't forget to flick his hair, otherwise the booger might stick to his hair.

Although the producer thought… this guy was stupid, he really didn't dare to do anything and could only slowly raise his hands.

Lance glanced at him, took a step back, stepped forward with his left foot, retracted his right foot, and kicked the male lead in the face!

Instantly, the male lead was kicked and rolled away!

Blood quickly stained the ground red. Lance took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood splattered on the tip of his leather shoe, and casually threw the handkerchief on the ground.

He glanced at the male lead who had completely lost his ability to resist and looked at Gerald, "Who else?"

Gerald inexplicably wanted to laugh. Suddenly, he let go of the female lead's hand that was tightly holding him, walked to Lance's side, and pointed to a few male supporting actors who were already at a loss, saying, "And them."

Lance hooked his fingers at them and said something that made their scalps tingle.

"Come here!"