Chapter 157: They, They Are Very Bad!

In front of the factory, the main gate had been rammed by the Black Fire Gang several times, yet it had left behind only some shallow dents.

One of the lackeys on a motorcycle, Green Hair, saw several large Trucks from afar and twisted the throttle to signal his boss, who was painstakingly pretending to ram the gate.

Just as Feng Mo gripped his gun, preparing to face the Black Fire Gang breaking through the gate, the engines outside roared, and they suddenly took off in a flash...

"What is going on? Should we pursue?"

Someone asked, and Feng Mo immediately found an excuse, "Pursue, pursue what, Factory Director, first look, how, how is the Factory Director?"

The guards, who had no desire to take action in the first place, naturally understood his meaning, "Deputy Factory Director, you go take a look; we will guard the front gate."

Feng Mo did not know, but these soldiers sent by the Barrier to be stationed here had some understanding of Jiang Hanzhong; to say nothing else, just the way he put on airs even more than Yang Shuo did below made them unable to feel any good will toward him.

Jiang Lin anxiously called for people to carry Jiang Hanzhong to the factory medical room, but the latter was holding back a breath of rage inside and was completely unwilling to leave.

Seeing that Feng Mo and the others were slow to act, he only wrapped his severed fingers in gauze, "Get out, go, kill, kill that bunch of people for me!"

His lips were white from the pain, but he had not forgotten today's plan.

Hearing him shout, Feng Mo was about to come over, but before he had taken two steps, gunfire rang out outside.

"There's an attack, sound the alarm!"

When it came to a critical moment, he was no longer stuttering.

Bullets whistled through the air; now there was no need for the two Factory Directors, Jiang Hanzhong and Feng Mo, to say anything, as the guard soldiers spontaneously took action.

The young man supporting Jiang Hanzhong, Jiang Lin, also noticed that they were capable of acting on their own initiative, which made their previous refusal to fight the Black Fire Gang very suspicious.

"Uncle," Jiang Lin naturally knew Jiang Hanzhong's plan and immediately whispered to persuade him, "The ones who have come are our people; let's avoid them first, and you also need to have your wounds properly bandaged."

"Where are my fingers?" Jiang Hanzhong, even though he had monstrous rage in his heart, had to suppress it for the sake of completely seizing the steel factory at this moment, "Pick them up for me, see if they can still be reattached!"

He was unwilling to be crippled from now on; in the power struggle of the Jiang Family, being maimed was also a disadvantage.

Jiang Lin glanced at the severed fingers already stained with black ash, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes, but he still took out a handkerchief and picked them up one by one. The impact of the bullets had been too great; the thumb was almost just a fingertip left, the index finger was no better, and even the severed section of the middle finger had become fragments.

But he said nothing, nor did he show them to Jiang Hanzhong. As the person sent by the family to Jiang Hanzhong's side, Jiang Lin had finally won his trust, so naturally, he could not give up such a large factory just because of a few severed fingers.

"They have been picked up; I will take you to the doctor first. Don't worry, Uncle, I will come back to keep an eye on them."

"Go!"

The moment the word left Jiang Hanzhong's mouth, as if it knew he was about to flee the battle, a bullet passed through a gap in the gate and struck the ground in front of the foot he had not yet stepped forward.

It was less than five centimeters away; the bullet embedded itself deep into the concrete floor, creating a crater, and the splashed debris even hit the two men in the face.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Hanzhong had already been badly frightened by the severed fingers, and now he jumped back a great distance, "That bunch of people dare to move against me?"

Jiang Lin finally realized something was wrong and, without further ado, pulled Jiang Hanzhong down to crouch against the wall, "It seems there is another group of people; Uncle, did you contact them?"

The place they were in was the security room to the rear right of the main gate. When the factory was built, considering the dangers of the current world, it was placed inside the factory upon the advice of Barrier professionals, arranged in a triangle with the two small guard towers on the left and right of the main gate wall, and it stored some weapons and ammunition.

Building it this way was fine in theory, but now in actual combat, trouble arose; as long as the people outside the gate shifted their angle slightly to the left, they could aim at the people in the security room through the window.

If Liu Mu were here, she would definitely have lowered the stainless steel plate on the window immediately, but... the two Jiang Family members did not know there was such equipment.

They could only crouch on the ground in a sorry state, then move bit by bit behind the wall that had a window.

Jiang Hanzhong was furious, "The plan must have leaked; that bunch of people wants to take advantage of the chaos to loot. You hurry and find a way to contact the Thunder Snake Gang, tell them not to clash head-on with the other group; taking the factory is what matters!"

"How can I now..." Jiang Lin just wanted to say that he couldn't even get out himself and had no way to contact the other party, but seeing the ferocity on Jiang Hanzhong's face, he knew he was truly enraged, so he had to say he would find a way.

"I will find someone right now to urge the Thunder Snake Gang to act quickly."

There was a wired telephone in the security room; Jiang Lin dialed a number, spoke a few words into it, and then hung up to wait.

"In a moment, directly, shoot!" Feng Mo was also speaking to Cheng Long, who was truly responsible for military command at this time, "They, no, are not good, good people, oppressing everyone, very bad!"

"Got it!" Cheng Long's sturdy body was almost twice the size of Feng Mo's; with his long spear in hand, the man instantly transformed from a simple and honest fellow into a sharp and ruthless soldier, "All units, prepare for battle!"

This shout was not loud, but it made Jiang Hanzhong in the security room curse, "Including the Militia, all combat power is at the front gate; we must wipe them all out at once. That bitch Liu Mu thinks I'm here for the first time? I'm going to catch her off guard!"

The wired telephone rang; Jiang Lin answered it and gave the order to act.

As if they had reached a tacit understanding, this time they were all playing for real. Gunshots rang out in a chorus, soon mixed with the roar of engines.

The modified heavy Trucks had sharpened steel bars mounted on their fronts, and the newly arrived motorcycle youths held clubs similarly covered in spikes.

They did not have enough guns, but they had enough weapons. In order to obtain enough benefits for survival, they fought in groups, attacking from all directions, looking for weaknesses to break through.

This was the Thunder Snake Gang, but what made them so cautious was the 'wolf' lurking nearby.

The Ruthless Gang was guarding right next to them; the bearded man in the lead with a ponytail kept raising and lowering his hand, beating a rhythm to cheer his subordinates on.

"Go little snakes, rise up little snakes, you are the best!"

This was simply adding fuel to the fire for the Thunder Snake Gang, who could not break through the gate.

"Fight! Use your guns! Are you Buddhists? Why aren't you killing anyone?"

"If you don't even dare to kill people, what are you robbing a factory for? Tuck your tails and go back to being good babies!"

The boss of the Ruthless Gang was named Qiu Hentian; some said his surname was indeed Qiu, but no one knew his real name.

This man suddenly appeared in Mei City two months after the Ten-Day Burning; alone, with a butcher knife, he took down four gangs in two days, finally occupying the most intact street in Mei City as a base to recruit subordinates and Survivors.

Some said Qiu Hentian used to be a serial killer, and the Ten-Day Burning destroyed the prison that held him, with him being the only one to escape alive.

Others said he was originally the boss of some organization, and the city he was in was completely destroyed; now he was just changing places to make a comeback.

The more legendary version was that he came from some ancient martial arts family; previously, family elders had suppressed him, so he dared not cause trouble, but once the apocalypse arrived, he was determined to become a regional warlord.