Chapter 363: 364. Chapter 360: Who is the Leaker and New Work Clothes

364. Chapter 360: Who is the Leaker and New Work Clothes

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!!"

"Fight back, give them some color to see!"

His people got out of the car, hid behind the car, and started shooting and firing at the warehouse.

The intense gunfire tore through the silent night sky for the first time, filling the sky and the whole world, as if it were all gunfire and the echoes of gunfire!

In fact, it was still time to leave now, but Alberto and the others were beaten up by this ambush, and they didn't realize that since his intention had been seen through, they shouldn't have stayed.

Soon, someone on the top of the warehouse started shooting downward, and the spitting fire tongue was very conspicuous in the night.

The bullets raised clumps of sand on the ground, and several people couldn't dodge in time and were hit and fell to the ground.

Alberto's eyeballs were about to pop out. "Hit the light bulbs, hit the light bulbs!"

He shouted loudly, while also fighting back toward the top of the warehouse.

The bullets sparked on the iron shed and indeed played some role.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, those holding submachine guns began to concentrate fire on the few light bulbs. Soon the light bulbs were broken in the strafing, and the outside of the warehouse fell into darkness again.

Fordis ran back from a car on the side, panting. His expression was a bit solemn, but unfortunately Alberto couldn't see it.

"Howard needs to go to the hospital. Little Howard is dead, and two others died, and several were injured."

This ambush was too sudden, so sudden that Alberto hadn't even considered this situation!

He did think that there would be guards outside the warehouse, but he absolutely didn't expect that after they solved the guards outside the warehouse, there would be a bunch of people waiting for them to come to the door inside the warehouse!

This is a trap!

His mind was very messy, but at this time he had to force himself to think seriously. His eyeballs rolled around in the dark night, obviously without any good ideas.

Fordis trusted him very much and never urged him, just waited quietly for him to issue an order.

Perhaps it was the gunfire around that finally woke him up. He gritted his teeth. "Retreat first!"

Fordis nodded and turned to notify others, but soon he ran back again.

"Howard doesn't plan to leave."

Alberto looked at him, as if asking him for the reason.

"He is seriously injured and might not be able to leave. He also wants to avenge Little Howard. He said... he is going to destroy this warehouse."

When Fordis said this, Alberto knew Howard's idea, but he could hardly stop him because he wanted to avenge his younger brother.

Don't look at the brothers often bickering and arguing, sometimes even quarreling and giving each other a few punches, but their relationship is better than people imagine and see!

Little Howard died. For Howard, this is something he can't accept. The only thing he can do now is to avenge his younger brother!

Alberto soon made a decision. "Help him get things ready..."

People in the warehouse started trying to come out to surround them. They didn't have much time left!

He grabbed Fordis's clothes again and pulled hard. "Tell him, I will avenge him, his brother, and everyone!"

Fordis nodded hard. In the faint light, the two looked at each other for two or three seconds. Alberto let go of his hand, held his pistol, and pulled the trigger toward the direction of the warehouse door.

After only three or four shots, he felt the car door being concentrated on by bullets.

The sound of pitter-patter biupiu rang out, but this also very well slightly stopped them from coming out.

There were bullets everywhere, and there was da-da-da everywhere!

Fordis bent down and ran to the side of another car. Howard was lying in the driver's cab, clutching his lower abdomen. He tilted his head and looked at Fordis. Fordis nodded. "He agreed."

"He said, he will avenge all of you!"

Howard touched his wound. He could feel his hot blood. "I can't hold on for too long..." His spleen might have ruptured. Even if they left immediately, he might not be able to make it to the hospital.

Fordis's eye sockets were a bit red. He placed the bomb in the back seat. "How much time do I have to leave for you?"

Howard panted twice. "Fifteen seconds!"

Fordis, relying on his experience, cut off most of the fuse and looked at him. "I'm going to light it."

Howard lit the fire, almost gritting his teeth and shouting, "Light it!"

He wanted to gather a burst of energy and use this energy to support him to avenge his brother!

Fordis lit the fuse, slammed the door shut, and Howard suddenly raised his head, his hands clutching the steering wheel tightly, and stepped on the accelerator to the end!

The tire suddenly made a sizzling sound and rushed toward the warehouse!

"Fuck you all!" He roared with a ferocious face, his face flushed. At this moment, his momentum alone even suppressed the gunmen who were rushing out of the warehouse!

In an instant, the enemy's firepower was attracted by him, and others also took the opportunity to start the car and flee.

Bullets shattered the windshield. Howard felt something give him a punch, hitting his face, his whole face became numb, and he felt his body being pushed backward by many things.

In a trance, he thought of many things, but his body couldn't control it and swayed back and forth, then pressed heavily on the steering wheel.

"Beep..." The car horn sounded long, as if sending a warrior to heaven!

Is this, death?

At the moment of dying, he felt emotional, sighed, without much fear, only a kind of pleasure. He avenged his brother!

But until he died, his accelerator never let go, and his hands clutching the steering wheel never wavered!

The car rushed into the warehouse, hit the simple sandbags they had arranged, and stopped. The raised power wheel was still turning constantly.

Two gunmen holding weapons went over and opened the car door, then saw the fuse less than one centimeter left in the back seat and that big firecracker.

The gunman's face turned pale.

Motherfucker!

The huge explosion, accompanied by the sand and stones lifted by the shock wave, fell from the sky and landed on the roof of the car, announcing the amazing power of this explosion!

But none of the people who escaped were happy, because just now, they said goodbye to their brothers who had been with them day and night for many years, said goodbye forever.

Even... some of their corpses they might not be able to get back.

Alberto punched his leg hard. His leg was very painful, but his heart was more painful!

"We were betrayed!" A trace of fishy sweetness permeated his clenched teeth. His gums began to bleed because they couldn't withstand the huge pressure, but he didn't notice it at all.

Fordis didn't speak, driving with full concentration. The tattered motorcade sped on the city roads!

"Go to the manor, I'm going to ask Paul for an explanation!"

Alberto is not a "stingy" person. He can accept death, even his own death. This is what he owes Paul.

If God thinks now is a good time for him to pay everything back to Paul, he accepts this result.

But he doesn't accept that his brothers died because of betrayal, selling out, etc. He doesn't accept this!

He must talk to Paul and see where the problem lies.

The motorcade soon returned to the manor. Although he was hit by his own people driving, overall, he was not seriously injured.

With Fordis's help, he could still walk very fast.

Paul didn't sleep. He showed some smiles when he saw Alberto. "Is the explosion sound just now your masterpiece?"

Alberto pushed Fordis away and walked to Paul's table. He slammed his hands on the table and leaned forward, presenting a very extreme attack posture!

"We were betrayed!"

"That was a trap!"

Paul widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief. "You suspect I leaked the news?"

Alberto shook his head. "I have never doubted you, but someone must have leaked the news. You must find this person and let him pay the price for our dead brothers!"

He clenched his fists and slammed them on the table. "The price of blood!"

The glass window suddenly vibrated again, followed by an explosion. Paul looked outside the window, and then his eyes fell on Alberto, meeting his gaze.

"If someone really leaked the news, I will give you an explanation, and I will give everyone an explanation!"

"No matter who that person is!"

"Now, take your people to bandage the wounds, go to the hospital if you should, and you also need to rest!"

"I don't want you to have risked your lives to complete the work and come back, but didn't see tomorrow's sun because of too much blood loss!" Alberto cursed a few more times. Although he wasn't cursing Paul, Paul's face was hot. He felt that Alberto was cursing him.

This also filled his heart with a hateful emotion. He would find the person who betrayed the family's interests and kill him!

For a long time after the explosion, no one came back. Paul was already unable to sit still.

He looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock.

According to the plan, all bombs would be detonated by twelve o'clock at the latest, but until now only two had exploded. Except for Alberto, no one else had any news.

He had a very bad premonition. These people were all finished!

Just as Alberto said, someone betrayed their news, so people from the Cassia family made preparations in advance.

Alberto's target difficulty was relatively low. At that time, Paul also considered that he was not a core member, so he gave him this target.

Other targets were much more complicated and harder to deal with. Perhaps this is why they had no news and didn't come back until now.

His mind was empty and he slumped in his chair. If they fought with real guns and real swords and he lost, he would be convinced.

But it happened that someone betrayed him and the family!

He picked up the phone and called Muller over.

Muller also realized the terrible situation now. Six bombs exploded two, and there was no doubt that the other four had accidents.

"Who was there when we had the meeting?"

Muller recalled the scene at that time and started to say every person who participated.

No matter how big the family, how big the company, how big the factory, a single organization is always pyramid-shaped.

That is, the higher you go, the fewer people there are.

Even if it is the scale of the five major families, the number of senior cadres will not exceed twenty.

The Pasleto family has only fourteen senior cadres. Two died in the explosion, leaving only twelve, and then five are gone now, which means there are seven people who may be suspicious.

"Where did they go after the meeting?"

Muller shook his head. "Not clear, this needs to be inquired carefully, but... Paul, if we inquire without cover, we might alarm them."

"I have an idea."

Paul looked at him and asked, "What idea?"

"Have you heard the story of 'Who stole the pie'?"

This story is a story similar to a fable inspiration in Sumuli. It says that a mother made several pies, but one was missing.

None of her children admitted to stealing it, so she had an idea.

She painted different color marks on the pies and told the children that a certain color pie was what they wanted to eat, and the others were not.

Then she broke a pie in front of the children, revealing the filling the child didn't like.

By the next day, she caught the one who stole it.

This is actually a story that inspires young children to think, because the real situation might not be so simple, but now, maybe they can use it.

Paul had also heard this story. He was silent for a while. "Call people individually."

Muller nodded and started to call people.

Paul gave each of them a task and told them not to tell anyone.

After doing all this, he felt a kind of indescribable uncomfortable feeling.

He actually didn't want to believe that there was a traitor in the family until now, but the facts were there.

"Hope everything is not so bad." He looked at Muller, looking very exhausted.

Muller could only comfort him. "Everything will get better."

Whether everything will get better, no one knows.

In the morning, Lansi didn't sleep well last night. Early in the morning, Lade ran over and brought breakfast for everyone.

Lansi didn't fall asleep until two or three o'clock in the morning. It must be said that youth is good for this point. No matter how late you stay up, no matter how early you get up, you can recover quickly.

He didn't even feel anything uncomfortable!

Unlike when people are older, if you stay up late without enough sleep, you will feel uncomfortable all over.

Staying up all night is an impossible forbidden zone. Staying up all night once often requires one to two weeks to recuperate.

He rubbed his face, looked at the breakfast on the table, and casually picked up a hot dog and gnawed on it. "Actually, you can sleep a little longer!"

He joked while eating the hot dog. "I am not a capitalist, hoping that you work without sleeping every day. This way you can sleep a little longer, and I can sleep a little longer."

Lade scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't think of these, I'm used to getting up early!"

"So you can't become a capitalist!" Lansi joked casually. "Is everything done?"

Lade nodded. "Everything is done, it's outside."

This made Lansi eat the whole hot dog in two or three bites. It must be said that the hot dog at this time is really affordable, the meat sausage is large, and there is a lot of meat.

After drinking a sip of coffee, he went out of the house with Lade and came to the open space.

Several trucks, the trucks were full of packaged new work clothes. These new work clothes are slightly different from the old work clothes because there is an ingeniously designed badge on the chest.

An anchor with a rope and a wrench crossed together, which represents the image of dock workers.

Lansi took one down and pulled it hard. The quality is very good.

After he threw the clothes to Lade, he jumped onto one of the trucks. "What are you waiting for, drive?"

At this time, a large number of dock workers on strike had gathered outside the dock, but at this time they looked a bit messy, standing together in groups of three or five, and there was no unified clothing.

On the contrary, those "temporary workers" at the dock looked more like the main force. They all wore unified clothing, maintained a certain degree of unity, and looked like they had some action program.

In this strike, they were also the most eye-catching group. More reporters had appeared at the dock today, and more lenses were given to these blue work uniforms.

Although everyone was on strike, this still made those ordinary workers have some emotions that they didn't know how to express.

It's like the service was in place for the guests, but the guests didn't look up and gave the tip to the wrong person.

At the same time, it also made them have some other ideas. They also wanted to have unified clothing.

In addition to the strike crowd, there are also many capitalists or capital representatives in New Jincheng. They do not belong to the category of locals in New Jincheng. They all appear here because they need the New Jincheng dock.

For example, branch managers, warehouse managers, or bosses of large and small factories, they all rely on the convenience of the dock to get job opportunities.

If anyone is really nervous about the dock workers' strike, then they must be the first.

Many people are persuading those workers to return to their posts, for which some even offered a daily wage of two or three dollars, hoping that they could load their goods onto the ship or unload them from the ship.

There are also many captains and first mates watching the fun here.

They are not very anxious, because the berthing fee must be paid by the owner of the ship. No matter whether they go or not, their income will not change.

Being able to stay in a prosperous port for a longer time is also more convenient for them to become relaxed here.

Although it may only be a few milliliters or ten milliliters each time, after all, a little less is a little easier, isn't it?

It's just that the chips offered by those people could never convince these striking people. What they want is not a daily income of two or three dollars, but a stable increase in monthly income!

Just then, several trucks drove over, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Those workers who were on strike also spontaneously surrounded them, because they saw Lansi. ===== CHAPTER 364 =====