Chapter 279: The Third One [Monthly Ticket 666+16]

You can't park here; this is what the bottom-level gang members at the door often say.

The club is right by the road. If the door is parked with cars, people coming here to play will feel a bit dissatisfied, so the main entrance cannot be parked.

If it were in the past, no matter whether the people parking cared or not, they would consider whether to move away.

If they talked back, for example, saying things like "I won't leave, what can you do to me," then the person who said this would pull up his shirt, revealing the weapon stuck in his waist.

When most people saw weapons, they would obediently find another place to park. After all, normal people, who would be willing to have a conflict with gang members?

These cars didn't leave. He was a bit annoyed. While pulling up his clothes, he revealed the pistol stuck to his belly. "This isn't funny, move your cars away from the door..."

He walked forward a few steps, squinting his eyes. The sun was very dazzling. When he had taken two steps, he gradually adapted to the dazzling sunlight before realizing what he was facing.

A large group of people with weapons were looking at him. His slowly widening mouth couldn't make any sound. The moment he turned around, the gunshots rang out!

The gunshots broke the morning tranquility of the Port District. However, during this period, people in the Port District had become accustomed to firefights regardless of time and occasion. The surrounding pedestrians took the initiative to bypass this place and then continued to do what they were doing before.

Eating breakfast, reading newspapers, waiting for the bus, or going to work.

The gunshots also alarmed the people in the club. They were panicked and started to fight back. The scene was like a war!

The Red Dog Gang's people were not prepared at all. They didn't even prepare. Who could have thought that while Bill and the others were just taken away, the headquarters was raided?

With the organization lacking high-level cadres, plus the big shots were not there, the resistance intensity of the bottom-level gang members wasn't very high.

Both sides exchanged fire at the door for a while, each leaving behind a few corpses, and then someone threw two grenades into the room.

The grenades directly disintegrated the resistance consciousness of some people. They started running toward the back door.

First the first one, then the second one, the third one...

Soon the location of the firefight shifted from the street to the club, and the gunshots also became much duller.

Twenty minutes later, the Wolf Gang's people came out of the club. They pushed two small carts with two heavy safes on them.

Others were also carrying many bags full of cash; these were all scraped together.

After everyone came out, they threw some corpses into the club and then lit a fire.

They poured gasoline inside, and in just a moment, the entire club fell into a raging fire.

At the end of the street, which was distorted by the high temperature of the flames, the Wolf Gang's motorcade disappeared quickly!

The fire brigade arrived in time, but facing the house that had completely burned up, they still adopted a very old method: control the fire, and then wait for it to burn out.

They found some corpses near the gate, and then also called the police. The police arrived very quickly. The corpses that had been burned emitted a strange smell and were packed into body bags.

These corpses were not sent to the coroner's office in the end, but were sent directly to the incinerator.

A case was suppressed like this, as if it hadn't happened!

In the branch, Bill, who was a bit bored and started counting how many hairs he had, suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. He stood up abruptly, looking at the two police officers standing at the door. He was too bored!

Being alone, with no one to talk to, this damn oppressive environment forced him to go crazy!

He was a person who liked excitement. He couldn't stand such a dull atmosphere. Even if someone came to interrogate him, he would feel better.

"You can go." The two police officers looked at him with a pitiful look. He didn't like this look; it would remind him of those pitiful girls who had to sell their bodies to exchange for the future.

"Fuck!" He held his clothes on his shoulders. "I will have my lawyer sue you!"

The police shrugged. "Whatever."

This made Bill feel a bit wrong. He was caught here, then alone for a while, nothing was asked, and he didn't even see a lawyer, and then he was released?

Since it was like this, why catch him, what was the purpose of catching him?

He didn't understand this!

But he felt this matter had problems.

He hesitated a bit about whether he should go out. Sometimes you have to admit that some people have a talent for being suspicious.

The police saw that he was standing not far from the door, seemingly unwilling to come out, and frowned slightly. "Either you continue to stay inside and wait for us to remember that there is still one person here."

"Or, roll out now, and leave here with us."

He made a gesture to close the door. In the end, loneliness and isolation defeated his suspicion, and he stepped out.

Along the way, he met many police officers. The looks these police officers gave him made him feel a strange, grotesque feeling. Some were gloating, some were full of pity, some were indifferent and expressionless, but without exception, their gazes would stay on him for a while.

Lukaer stood in the lobby of the branch, seemingly handling some police affairs. Every day, the branch would have many police cases to handle.

And with the continuous expansion of the Wolf Gang and the expansion of small gangs, many cases needed to be handled every day.

When he saw Lukaer, Bill hesitated, but he finally walked over. "Did you catch me here just to lock me up for two hours?"

Lukaer looked at him, his eyes calm and indifferent, without any ripples. "You said it very correctly, I just don't like you."

Bill cursed "Fuck" when he heard this sentence. He pointed at Lukaer. "Arrogant kid won't have good luck, Lukaer, you're just Lukaer's sidekick, you shouldn't be so arrogant."

Lukaer was too lazy to talk to him, and gestured toward the door with his chin. "Roll out!"

His attitude was very blunt, but looking at the police officers around who were staring at him, Bill could only restrain his small temper that was being cultivated, cursed a few times, and left the lobby.

The police officers started to perform their work duties again, while Lukaer came to the side of the lobby, looking at Bill and his few cadres who were walking out through the glass door.

His position was just facing the main entrance, and he could see the zebra crossing at the door.

This group of people gathered together. Their nicotine addiction flared up, and everyone lit a cigarette.

Bill stretched out his hand holding the cigarette, with a slightly exaggerated look. "I feel something is not right, and look, no one came to pick us up."

There wasn't a single gang member on the street outside the branch, nor was there a car they had prepared, not even a lookout.

By reason, they were caught, and those people must have arranged for people to squat at the door of the police station, and arrange a car to pick them up back as soon as they came out.

But here, there was no one.

"Could it be that they think it's impossible for us to come out so early?", someone put forward this hypothesis, and everyone thought this was possible.

After all, it was only two hours, maybe those bastards hadn't woken up yet.

The club operated until six o'clock in the morning, and now it was their rest time, so it was normal to get up late.

"Then we can only take a bus back. Do you have any change?", Bill asked.

Someone took out some change. They laughed and walked toward the bus stop across the road. They hadn't taken a bus for a long time. Even taking a bus had become a memory of the past!

Just as the group walked to the middle of the road, suddenly a car flew over with a buzz, followed by a loud bang, just like a bowling ball hitting bowling pins, knocking them over...

And even rolled over them!

Bill was rolled under the car. Now he was lying on the ground, spitting blood in large mouthfuls. Several of his internal organs were ruptured.

Blood surged out along the digestive tract, mouthful by mouthful. He had never seen anyone vomit so much blood.

At this time, he couldn't feel pain. He even wanted to climb up, but his whole body was fractured and he couldn't do it. He could only slightly twist his neck and look around.

Those old cronies of his, the ones he liked and the ones he didn't, were mostly lying on the ground just like him at this moment, their fate unknown.

Following a few violent vomits, he slowly closed his eyes...

Not long after, a large number of reporters rushed over. They almost poked their camera lenses into Bill's face.

However, he certainly didn't care anymore. After all, as a corpse, he didn't have the right to express his opinion.

The police's movements seemed very slow. Until the reporters took a satisfactory photo, they packed these corpses into body bags.

A police officer responsible for the scene inspection wrote the case report directly, and in the case type, filled in the words "car accident."

Bill's death spread throughout the Port District in less than an hour and continued to spread outward.

The remaining Red Dog Gang members hid one by one. They were trembling, in fear!

Some people rolled up the gang's money, liquor, and ran away directly.

No one knew who killed Bill and the others, but people had a reasonable suspect: the Wolf Gang!

The Wolf Gang was occupying the Port District at a speed people couldn't imagine.

Although large areas of territory were still in a "barren" state, both the Professor and Wolf believed that no one would compete with them for these territories.

After the Professor got the news that Bill and the others had all died, he immediately let Wolf contact those small gangs; he wanted to hold a meeting.

Gather the leaders of these small gangs and communicate with them.

The Wolf Gang wanted to continue to develop and grow, so it must have more gang members, but now they couldn't recruit many people, and they didn't have an advantage locally.

The Professor provided Wolf with a suggestion, which was to swallow these small gangs, and then let these small gangs recruit people to fill the strength part missing from the Wolf Gang's rapid expansion.

Wolf felt that this plan was highly feasible!