Chapter 158: Close the Door and Kill the Dogs!

Rumors abound, but this man is truly ruthless in his methods; anyone among his subordinates who defies him is generally executed in public. Because of this, the Ruthless Gang has no elderly, weak, sick, or disabled members—they were either driven away at the start or killed outright.

They only want those who are useful and will not be a burden; even those who suffer severe injuries while performing tasks for the gang are heartlessly abandoned.

Under such rules, the Ruthless Gang currently possesses the best physical condition in Mei City, and they are the only gang capable of going head-to-head with the Thunder Snake Gang in terms of combat power.

Of course, they wouldn't start a fight with the "Black Fire Gang, who would curse at a dog if they saw one" for no reason; mainly, there is no benefit to winning.

It is different when facing the Thunder Snake Gang; this gang has many good things, and those three heavy trucks, along with dozens of guns, make the Ruthless Gang incredibly envious.

The Ruthless Gang also discovered that the Thunder Snake Gang never lacks food or clothing; the clothes on the official gang members' bodies and the boots on their feet are all well-made.

To say there is no power supporting them from behind, even the Black Fire Gang, who fight dogs for scraps of meat on the roadside, wouldn't believe it.

This is also the reason why Qiu Hentian has never truly moved against the Thunder Snake Gang; if it weren't for the fact that the benefits of this operation were truly enormous, plus the fact that the second-in-command of the Thunder Snake Gang took the initiative to contact him and promised him sufficient benefits after the matter was accomplished, he would still be watching the way the wind blows before making a move.

The problem lies here as well: the one who sought them out was the second-in-command, not the boss of Thunder Snake, and the promise is just empty words without proof. After arriving at the location, the Ruthless Gang did not move first, but instead stood on the sidelines "cheering them on," wanting to see how things would play out.

They were waiting, while the two sides over there had already exchanged fire.

The Thunder Snake Gang seemed to have no intention of probing from the start, throwing Molotov cocktails directly at the guard tower, and the truck ramming the gate had full horsepower, quickly causing the gate to become severely deformed.

Chains as thick as an arm were exposed through the gap in the gate, and members of the Thunder Snake Gang, who had been prepared, brought over hydraulic cutters and, under the cover of the truck and firepower, cut the iron chains bit by bit.

Seeing that the gate was about to break, the people inside did not hesitate to open fire, killing four members of the Thunder Snake Gang during the process of cutting the chains alone.

But the Thunder Snake Gang, determined to take the steel mill, did not retreat at all; one died, and another immediately went up to continue cutting, as if they were truly not afraid of death.

After Feng Mo handed over command, he retreated into the Militia to fight alongside the Garrison. Just as he was frightened by the Thunder Snake Gang's methods, he discovered that not a single militiaman beside him was backing down; the guns in their hands were aimed steadily and accurately, and their coordination with the Garrison was incomparably tacit.

"Are, are they coming in? Should, should we, retreat, retreat, retreat a bit?"

Before the Ten-Day Burning, he was, after all, just an ordinary person.

Even after following the Black Fire Gang to fight a few times later, that was child's play compared to the current situation.

Feng Mo was a bit panicked, stuttering more and more.

"Deputy Factory Director, watch closely, these small fries must be cleaned up by us today!"

The one who answered him was an ordinary-looking militiaman, speaking harsh words with a northern accent, his hands not hesitating in the slightest.

But Feng Mo suddenly realized something, and a question surfaced in his mind: are these militiamen really just militiamen?

Like the Garrison, the militiamen also came from the Haicheng Barrier, with the explanation given that they had trained in the Barrier for two months.

They were usually workers who also engaged in production, and could also handle patrolling the factory and resolving some minor disputes.

Now, he was not sure, and even felt that they were soldiers hidden among the workers, the kind who wouldn't be cowardly at all in battle.

Coincidentally, he guessed right.

While called militiamen, they were actually regular troops arranged by Liu Mu in advance, waiting for today to be put to use.

On the surface, only about a hundred Garrison members came, and there were about three times as many militiamen.

In reality—the number of militiamen was zero; they were all, damn it, regular troops.

Just as Feng Mo wanted to ask one more question, the factory gate made a crashing sound of collapse and was rammed open.

"Fire!"

Cheng Long shouted, and bullets and Hand Grenades were unleashed together.

The Thunder Snake Gang members turned the heavy truck sideways to block more than half of the attacks for them, and their people followed and rushed in.

The gate was broken, and seeing the Thunder Snake Gang gain a huge advantage, the "cheerleaders" on the side could not stay calm.

With a wave of Qiu Hentian's hand, the Ruthless Gang also shouted and charged into the factory.

The benefits of taking the steel mill were right before their eyes, so much so that when they charged, no one noticed that inside the collapsed gate, there were two sturdy guide rails on the concrete floor, and there were also gaps on the wall connected to them.

The space behind the gate was not small, and a flagpole platform had even been built near the factory building; hit by the truck, the platform had a large gap in it.

Jiang Hanzhong saw that the two gangs were not fighting each other but were working together to attack, and couldn't help but feel a bit gratified.

He praised Jiang Lin, "It was you who made the two hoodlum gangs join forces, right? Well done; this way, the attack time can be saved by at least half!"

Jiang Lin wanted to say it wasn't him, but even if the leader was his own uncle, he still had to perform when it was time to perform; Jiang Hanzhong, like the Jiang Family, did not like useless people.

"It is all thanks to your wise guidance, Uncle, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of this," Jiang Lin was not afraid of having credit, the key was how to make this credit effective without making the leader jealous of his talent.

"I'll record a merit for you this time," seeing victory in sight, Jiang Hanzhong only felt that his broken finger no longer hurt, and he stood up and said, "Issue an order for the Garrison to retreat, just say it's a temporary transfer to turn the tide of the battle."

Jiang Lin immediately used the security room's loudspeaker to broadcast, but even after shouting twice, the guards and militiamen not only did not retreat, but instead brought back several shots from someone unknown, hitting the loudspeaker in front of the security room.

Amidst the splashing sparks, the Thunder Snake Gang's large truck continued to advance, and with the addition of the Ruthless Gang, the firepower was even more intense.

Just as Jiang Hanzhong was sneering in anger again and everyone thought the factory could not be saved, a new order was conveyed among the Garrison.

—Close the door and kill the dogs!

The mechanical vibration did not attract attention amidst the gunfire, and by the time the gang members discovered that a steel door had suddenly appeared on the wall, it was already too late.

The three-finger-thick steel door slammed shut; rather than a door, it was more like it had blocked the only gap in the thick wall, also cutting off the retreat of the two gangs.

"What's going on? Why are they sealing the door?"

Someone realized something was wrong, but could not change the gang boss's mind, "Keep fighting, closing the door is just right to kill them directly, the factory will be ours!"

The gang members were incited, each of them acting as if they could really get something, and they charged up with red eyes.

And just as the gate was activated, the militiamen scattered in the rear began to move forward in an orderly manner, filling the defensive gaps of the Garrison and forming a siege with them.

As if they could see the situation inside clearly, just as they were all in position, a deafening beast roar sounded outside the factory.

"What is that?"

Hearing this beast roar, the first to lose his composure was Jiang Hanzhong, who was hiding in the security room; a guess vaguely surfaced, but he dared not believe it.

"It seems, it seems to be..." Jiang Lin's face also turned pale, "Is it that dog?"

"Didn't she leave?" Ignoring Jiang Lin's obstruction, Jiang Hanzhong pulled open the door of the security room and saw the person he least wanted to see amidst the hail of bullets.

On the high wall of the steel mill, the woman in black appeared suddenly like a nightmare, carrying... a heavy machine gun on her shoulder?

"Liu Mu!?"

Jiang Hanzhong's pupils trembled violently, he let out a scream, and fell down, unable to stand steady.