Chapter 1113: Warehouse

Warehouse. Life here at the warehouse seems very boring. They are not like those people in the city who can go to nightclubs, bars, and strip clubs to relax when work is over.

There is nothing here, and Bob has had people urge them that this period is very critical, and they must be on duty at all times and cannot go anywhere.

If he discovers that someone has left here without authorization, and then something happens that no one wants to happen, then they will be dealt with by Bob as traitors!

No one craves death, and these people are the same, so even if they have the "Perez" surname, they don't like it here, but they will still be here.

It's just that compared to those other people, they might have some situations of being late or leaving early.

Compared to them always being here, these are just small problems.

As the sky got darker and darker, after the shift change ended, the security guards responsible for maintaining the safety here all returned to the duty room.

It is called a duty room, but it is actually a former production workshop. Its location is relatively high, on the fourth floor, and it can overlook the surrounding buildings, while the area is also large enough.

There is a restaurant here, and they also sleep here, while the warehouse is at their feet.

Of course, they are not clear about that, but some people have some guesses about the factory, which is also here, but it is underground, and only a very few people know how to get in.

"I have always been very suspicious, is it that other families have some opinions about us? Otherwise, how could a small character make us so passive!"

There are also no entertainment activities here. Before the problems occurred, some of them would call for escorts to come over.

But now this behavior has been explicitly prohibited. Gambling and chatting have become their few activities.

Some people are sitting on the bed or by the bed playing cards, and some people are gathering together eating and chatting.

The one speaking is a member of the Perez family. He is eating the whole-wheat bread that emits a slight bitter taste in his hand, and while eating, he says, "I hadn't heard of the Lanse family gang before. They seem to have appeared suddenly, and then had the ability to challenge us."

"Where in this world are there so many strange gangs that suddenly become so powerful?"

"Compared to saying they are an independent gang, I am more willing to believe that other families are supporting the Lanse family behind the scenes. You know, the contradictions between us have always existed."

"But everyone has to maintain the most basic decency. They are not easy to move themselves, fearing that it will trigger a full-scale war, so they found an agent."

Some people support his point of view, but others don't, so they began to argue about whether the Lanse family is a means arranged by other families besides the Perez family to deal with them.

With different points of view, there will be people who want to impose their own ideas on others. Their voices gradually grew louder. The person responsible for the work here cursed loudly, and these people suddenly became quiet.

But from the eyes that were unconvinced when looking at each other, the people around knew that they would continue to argue like this.

"... Just now they were discussing some messy things, and then they started arguing."

"Yes, I have been watching them patrol. So far, we haven't found any abnormalities."

"There are still quite a few food and other supplies, which can support at least two weeks. If there are any needs, I will take the initiative to contact the family."

"Good... I know, I will."

He said while nodding, and soon hung up the phone.

Every night at eight o'clock, twelve o'clock, eight o'clock the next morning, and two o'clock in the afternoon, he needs to call the Perez Manor to report the situation here.

If he didn't call, then the Perez Manor would send someone over immediately to support, or he would take the initiative to call for assistance.

Bob knows very well, just like they attacked Lanse's transport team, when your enemy figures out the detailed information of one of your industries.

Even if you arrange a hundred people or a thousand people here, as long as the other party decides to do it, they will definitely have a way to solve a hundred people or a thousand people!

Even if you think you have done everything foolproof, you will soon be defeated in the attack.

Including war.

In the battle for some key nodes, once the federal army launches a general attack, not to mention one hundred percent, there is at least a great possibility of taking the nodes they want.

Similarly, if the enemy comes to attack, they must have also made full preparations.

This is to prevent just in case.

The report of the first phone call tonight has been completed, and the next time is twelve o'clock at night.

He just hung up the phone as if thinking of something. In the previous call, there were some things he didn't have time to say, so he picked up the phone again.

What he didn't know was that the moment he hung up the phone just now, the phone line had actually been cut.

In the dark night, two black shadows found the telephone cable, not the kind on the telephone pole, but a whole hoop of very thick ones rolled together, and it was buried underground.

They used professional tools to cut all the phone lines. At this time, the phone had actually failed.

As long as he put the phone to his ear, he could hear the quiet sound inside.

Also at this actually very critical moment, God seemed to play a joke on him. The argument that had just subsided broke out again. Those people greeted each other's families, full of a warm atmosphere of a big family.

The supervisor who had picked up the phone couldn't help but put the phone back. He frowned and slapped the table hard a few times, but this time it didn't work.

Here, things like fighting have happened more than once.

The reasons are strange, but in the final analysis, it is because of "arrogance."

These low-level members with the Perez family surname always feel that their status is higher and more noble than other gang members.

This kind of thinking will make them show an arrogant attitude. They always feel that they are superior.

In this environmental atmosphere, it is easy to make people lose their minds and start fighting.

Seeing the fight, people became happy, and some people were afraid that they wouldn't fight, and were clamoring on the side to teach them how to knock the other party down.

If eating, chatting, sleeping, and rewarding oneself are the boring mainstream activities here.

Then fighting between gang members is obviously much higher-end and more attractive.

The supervisor shouted loudly for them not to do it, and the scene was very chaotic.

Outside the window, under the cover of night, a group of people is rapidly approaching here.

Hiram's breathing gradually became a bit heavy and rapid. He is a bit excited now.

He hasn't killed wantonly for a while. If someone observes his eyes, they can find that his eyeballs are red now.

The night provides very convenient protection for the security guards here, but it also provides necessary cover for Hiram and these people.

The sound of footsteps coming from afar made everyone hold their breath. They almost lay on the ground. Not far away, four security guards who were patrolling were walking toward this side.

For many people who have not been to this abandoned factory, the roads and routes here are messy. If they don't have a map, it is easy to get lost here.

But if there is enough understanding of this place, for example, if there is a design drawing of this factory in hand, then this place is not so complicated, not like a maze at all.

The design standard of the factory must be higher to serve production, so as long as you remember this point and refer to some signs on the map, you can easily find the road to the warehouse.

The security guards here won't stand stupidly in one place. They will patrol dynamically and sometimes change routes.

No one can guarantee that the infiltrators won't run into them.

With the approach of footsteps, two beams of light also appeared in front of Hiram and the others.

They have flashlights.

Fortunately, the light bulb technology at this time is not advanced. The dim flashlight light actually doesn't illuminate too many places, only the places they want to see.

"Don't grab my clothes so tightly," a security guard complained. The guy behind him was grabbing his clothes tightly, making him feel a sense of tension in front.

He has said it many times, but there is no good effect. The guy behind him is afraid of the dark.

In the past, they could be lazy and not patrol at night, so it didn't matter whether they were afraid of the dark or not. Anyway, they stayed in the big room.

But now they need to patrol regularly. For those who are afraid of the dark, the night is like a hunting ground full of crises.

They are not necessarily prey, but they are definitely not hunters.

In the pitch-black night, it seems that there are monsters that can swallow people hidden, and they have quietly opened their big mouths.

The guy behind him couldn't feel a bit of security. All the places that couldn't be seen clearly seemed to hide something terrible. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak smoothly. "You say, will they... come to sneak attack us at night?"

The other three people in this patrol team couldn't help but laugh. "Come on, very few people know about this place. Very few people in the family know about it. How could they know about this place?"

"If you ask me, Bob and the others are just too nervous. Actually, we don't need to be so nervous at all. If they could find this place, I would give you ten dollars."

Ten dollars, for these low-level gang members, although it is not much, it is definitely not a small amount.

There are a lot of important materials in the warehouse, and only relevant people know some content. If everyone in the family knew what was in the warehouse and where it was, I'm afraid something would have happened here long ago.

The reason why this place has been safe and sound for so many years, besides the great reputation of the Perez family here, is mainly because its location is relatively confidential.

The four people didn't notice that just a few meters away from them, some people were staring at them in the dark.

When they walked closer, the weapon in Hiram's hand was aimed at them.

"Puff puff!"

"What sound?"

The guy walking at the end still had his attention on the pitch-black buildings around. He smiled and said, "Who the fuck farted?"

"Holy crab, I'm really tired of you fart kings..."

Before he finished speaking, his face was suddenly covered with some... things like water stains.

He reached out and touched it, and found under the flashlight beam that those water stains were blood.

Immediately after, he heard the sound of someone "farting" again, and almost the next second, he fell to the ground.

As his consciousness fell into a dying state, he saw a pair of brown sneakers come to him from the darkness. He tried his best to turn his head to look at the owner of the leather shoes, but could only see a shadow standing in front of him against the background of the slightly lit sky, pulling the trigger on him.

It was like the sound of a fart, and it wasn't even as loud as a fart.

The bullets penetrated his head one after another, and all thinking, and even the operation of the world, stopped completely at this moment.

Hiram emptied the bullets and reloaded a magazine. He likes this small-caliber pistol very much now.

The sound is very small, and it is still fatal. As long as the distance is not too far, it is especially useful at some times.

Of course, he didn't give up his love for submachine guns with ordinary pistol bullet specifications. When firing head-on, he still likes this kind of weapon that can make his hands numb.

The four corpses lying on the ground were dragged into the corner, and the group continued to advance toward the warehouse.

Ten minutes later, they had killed most of the patrols outside the warehouse. In fact, they had arrived here two days ago and had been observing the patrol routes of the patrols here, trying to find some opportunities.

In the duty room, the supervisor was frowning all the time. He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't think of what he had forgotten for a while.

The noise in the duty room made him unable to calm down. After a while, he suddenly remembered that he still had some things he hadn't made clear to Bob.

He said while picking up the phone, preparing to dial, but there was no sound from the receiver, including when he dialed the number dial.

He thought the phone was broken at first, but after hanging up several times, there was still no sound. If he still didn't know what happened, then he was not competent as a supervisor at all.

With some fear and some anger on his face, he stood up abruptly. "They are here!"

"Who is here?" The eyes of those who were gambling or looking at those low-class magazines and doing hand jobs for themselves all looked at him, revealing a kind of doubt and stupidity.

"People from the Lanse family are here...", his breathing was a bit rapid. He took his pistol to the window and looked at the pitch-black night outside through the glass window.

He desperately wanted to see something clearly, but in the end, he couldn't see anything clearly.

The sound of the glass window shattering finally made the security guards in the room react. They screamed and picked up their weapons and started shooting at the pitch-black environment outside.

They didn't know if there was anyone there, or if they had hit anyone. What they needed now was just to gain a sense of security by pulling the trigger.

With a few grenades thrown in from the window, the supervisor looked at the things rolling on the ground, cursed, and then threw himself hard on the ground...

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