Chapter 38 Gun Fight

  There is a grill in the lobby on the first floor of the factory. The barbecue on it is squeaking. Leo cuts off a piece with a knife, puts it into his mouth, and took another big gulp of beer.

  A Christmas party was playing on the TV. A graceful singer was singing. Henry, Matthew, Leo, and Kerry watched with great interest.

  It's Christmas today.

  Sean and Ryder went home to spend the holidays with their families.

  Neil went to the hospital to be with his wife.

  Richard's eyes had become inflamed in the past few days, and he was admitted to the Murphy Clinic. Dr. Murphy's advice to him was to wait until spring for an operation to solve the previous wound problem, and then he could install a prosthetic eye.

  There are only four of them left to spend Christmas together.

  Matthew picked up the dagger to cut the flesh. He suddenly stopped in the middle of cutting and looked up at the others. "No, there is movement at the door."

  The four of them were all people who had survived in the battle fields, and they never dared to be careless about danger.

  Several people looked at each other and immediately reached a tacit understanding. Henry and Matthew drew their pistols from their bodies and hid in the factory, while Leo and Kerry hurried upstairs.

  "Bang~!"

  The door was kicked open.

  A group of guys with guns rushed into the factory aggressively. When they came in, they saw the grill in the middle. The barbecue on it was still smelling fragrant, and there were a few bottles of beer next to it.

  "They haven't run far, find them!" Cranston said.

  His men spread out to search. Some were walking inside, while others were going up the stairs. The two guys had just taken a few steps when suddenly gunfire rang out.

  "Bang bang bang bang~!"

  A dense number of bullets were fired from the shadows.

  The two boys at the front were shot and fell to the ground immediately.

  The others were so frightened that they quickly fell down, and those who were going upstairs also quickly came down, preparing to attack the enemies hiding in the dark.

  But at this moment, two black muzzles stuck out from upstairs.

"Da da da da da da~!"

  The Chicago Typewriter fired wildly at the crowd downstairs, knocking the Spanish gangsters off their feet.

  They never expected that they would be in such great danger when they raided to arrest a few Austrian gangsters.

  Someone hid in the corner and fought back.

  But he was discovered as soon as he fired two shots, and he was immediately greeted by a hail of machine gun bullets.

  Cranston hid in the corner and regretted coming here. What kind of group of guys were these? He knew that they had been soldiers, but he didn't expect them to be so strong.

  Why do I want to investigate the casino robbery? didn't i have a good life, so why did I have to provoke these guys?

  The other leader he found, Beckman, died.

  He was shot several times in the beginning.

  Many of his brothers were dead, and almost none of them could move now.

  What meritorious service? What is valued by the boss? What casino management rights, money, luxury cars and beautiful women? now all this temptations no longer matters to him, He just wants to survive.

  Cranston turned around and ran, but as soon as he took a few steps, a bullet hit him. Cranston felt his thighs tremble, and he fell to the ground.

  "Ah, my legs!"

  "Leo, Kerry, you cover, Matthew, and I will clean the battlefield." Henry shouted.

  "Understood."

  Putting on new magazines, Henry and Matthew came out of the shadows. Bodies were lying everywhere on the floor in the factory.

  They were outnumbered so they fought to fiercely just now. Almost all of these guys were hit by dozen of bullets.

  Cranston collapsed in the doorway, still wailing.

  Matthew raised his gun and wanted to kill him, but Henry stopped him.

  "Leave him alive and ask what's going on."

  Matthew immediately shouted to the door, "If you don't want to die, throw away the gun in your hand."

  "Okay, I'll throw it away, don't kill me." Cranston shouted immediately.

  Throwing the gun aside, he lay on the ground and raised his hands high.

  Matthew and Henry went over, tied up Cranston, and carried the guy to the middle of the factory.

  Henry and his three buddies looked at the guy lying on the ground, wondering why he had attacked them.

  "Who are you?"

  "We are from the Spanish gang." Cranston gritted his teeth and endured the pain, as he said.

  The four of them were slightly stunned.

  "Spanish gang, why do you come to us late at night, and what do you want to do?" Henry asked in a deep voice.

  Cranston was a little afraid to say.

  He was afraid that if he told them, they would kill him directly, but he didn't know what lie to tell, so he hesitated for a while.

  Matthew's face turned cold.

  He took a step forward, stretched out a finger, and thrust it directly into the hole in Cranston's thigh.

  "Ah~~~"

  Cranston suddenly let out a shrill scream.

  "Tell me, why are you here?"

  "I will talk, i will talk...our casino was robbed. Boss Dani was very angry and asked us to investigate who did it. If we find out, we will get a huge bonus. A street thief said to me, After Bill was injured, the Austrian gang changed its leader and recruited a new group of people, so I suspected that it was you who did it. After I reported it to Boss Dani, Boss Dani told me to investigate whether you are the casino robbers."

  Cranston explained everything clearly in a very fast tone.

  "Just suspicion?" Henry asked.

  "Yeah, just suspicion." Cranston said it quickly.

  Leo looked at Henry and asked, "Everyone else is dead, what do we do with this guy?"

  "I think we can just kill him," Matthew said.

  Henry thought for a moment and shook his head. "Maybe the boss has something else to ask, so we can't kill him for the time being."

  The others nodded after hearing this.

  "Notify the boss now?" Matthew asked.

  "It's so late, the boss must be celebrating Christmas with a woman in his arms, if we disturbs his mood, he will get angry. If you want to inform him do it yourself." Henry said.

  Matthew pouted.

  He didn't want to be the one interrupting the boss, either.

  "Let's tidy up this place and notify the boss tomorrow."

  They are in the lower city area, and most of surrounding building are abandoned factories so this place is sparsely populated. No one may have heard the gunfire just now, and even if they did, no one would foolishly call the police.

  The four people took action and drove the two trucks parked outside the door into the courtyard. There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the factory building, and they were all moved to the vehicles.

  They didn't feel anything about these corpses. They had seen too many corpses on the battlefield. Sometimes, in a battle, the corpses in front of the trenches could pile up into mountains.

  Matthew found a thicker rope and tied Cranston tightly to prevent him from running away.

  Kerry looked at the bullet hole in Cranston's leg. Blood was still pouring out. "He is bleeding, if we leave him like this, he may die tomorrow. How about giving him some medicine?"

  "What medicine could I give him? just do it the old way."

  Matthew said, picking up a dagger and inserting it into the oven. After a while, it turned slightly red. Cranston realized something, and his body trembled and twisted in fear.

  "No, no, no~~"

  Matthew didn't care about this guy. He stepped on him with one foot to prevent him from moving and pressed the red hot dagger hard on the thigh wound.

Stab~!

"Ah~~~~~~~!"

  Cranston howled miserably.

  The wound was ironed out and stopped bleeding. Matthew picked up the guy and threw him in the corner.

  Regret! Cranston only felt regret at this moment. Why did he want to take credit? Why didn't he just stay at home?

  His men are all dead and he still doesn't know if he will survive.

...

  The next morning.

  Hardy woke up from the woman's arms.

  After getting dressed and washing up, he said goodbye to the woman. As soon as he came downstairs, he saw Henry standing by his car smoking, which made him a little surprised.

  "Henry, why are you here?"

  "Something happened last night. I wanted to report to you early, so I came here."

  "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

  "Just two cigarettes."

  "What happened?"

  "The Spanish gang is suspicious of our recent activities, they sent people to investigate us, but the leader was a brainless guy and rushed in directly, planning to arrest people for interrogation, but a few of us took care of it, we killed 11 of his men and captured him alive." Henry said.

  Hardy was slightly startled.

  He didn't expect such a big thing to happen at night, but fortunately Henry and the others handled it well.

  They drove back to the factory in Grant District, looked at the bodies on the two trucks, and came to the only survivor.

  "What's your name?" Hardy asked calmly.

  "My name is Cranston." Cranston said in a dry voice.

  "What is your position in the Spanish gang?"

  "A Leader."

  Though the levels in European and American gangs are not as complicated as shown in the movies, they do in fact have their own organizational divisions.

  Gang leaders are generally called bosses. Below them are the second boss, strategist, economic advisor, and staff officer, and then the leaders, who are considered the elite and backbone of the gang. Hardy is now considered one of the leaders of the Austrian gang.

  The leader maintains a group of followers, and the number of followers varies. It mainly depends on whether the leader can support them. If he can afford it, no one will care about how many followers he has, even if he recruits a hundred followers.

  "Tell me everything you know about Spanish gang." Hardy said calmly.

  "Ask whatever you want to know, I won't dare hide anything." Cranston said with a grimace.

  Hardy then asked him everything he wanted to know about the Spanish gang. Through Cranston's narration, Hardy had a more comprehensive understanding of the Spanish Gang.

  "I heard that the Spanish gang is preparing to conduct drug transactions recently. Do you know the situation?" Hardy asked.

  Cranston immediately shook his head. "I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

  "Where do the Spanish gangs usually buy their drugs?"

  "We buy them from the Colombians. I heard he was some kind of general, he is quite mysterious. It was once when I went to pick up goods at the dock, I overheard the title "General" spoken by Advisor Burstein".

  "Dock, do they transport goods by water?" Hardy asked.

  "Yes, the Colombians came over on ocean going cargo ships, transported the drugs offshore, then sent them to the port by speedboat, and then took another returning cargo ship back."

  "Which pier?"

  "A small one outside the Santa Monica Port Private Port, by the way, I remembered something. When I reported your affairs to Boss Dani, I vaguely heard Boss Dani and the gang advisor mentioning something about the port and the deployment of manpower."

  Hardy was moved.

  It was probably the new drug deal that Dani was planing.

  Since manpower has been deployed, it seems that the trading time will be within these few days.

  Hardy felt like a big deal was beckoning.