Elvin stood opposite Lance's desk, looking at him and waiting for his instructions.
As long as Lance gave the word, he would find a way to stop those goods from entering Likalai State.
Get the State Police to cooperate, give them a heads up when they spot the vehicles transporting this solid grape juice, and then they can step in like the Death Angel, flipping these vehicles over on the way.
This was just routine for Elvin and the Lance family, after all, they're a gang, right?
You can't expect a gang to follow the law; if they did, they wouldn't be a gang, they'd be a damn charity!
Lance knew what he was waiting for, but right now he shook his head, "Simply stopping their transportation isn't a solution, they'll definitely find another way to bring those things in."
"If they don't take the interstate highway and go by the back roads, or even use some bigfoots or tractors that can cross wild terrain, we still won't be able to do anything about them."
"Let me make a few calls."
