Chapter 702: Failed Ambush and Come Rescue Me

The leader of the Death Angels sat in the car and looked at the tea-colored glass door of the mall. He even saw Lans and that group of people walking out from inside.

Before coming, the big boss told him that if he could bring Lans back alive, it was best to bring Lans back alive.

On one hand, an honorary kill required a living target, not a corpse; that wouldn't be an honorary kill.

The Death Angels, like all gangs, also had their own honorary killing methods.

The origin of this gang had something to do with highways. When dealing with those special targets, they would set up a wooden pile structure on a certain section of the interstate highway, and then tie the person who needed to be honorably killed and hang them upside down on the rope.

Then two trucks would crash from both sides of the highway, and eventually, the guy hanging in mid-air would be squeezed into meat paste.

According to the oral accounts of some people who had witnessed these honorary killings, the moment the two truck heads collided, the person they squeezed was like a... watermelon, potato, or tomato.

Then with a *pop*, flesh, internal organs, anything, all exploded out of the skin and splashed everywhere!

It looked very disgusting, but the Death Angels people worshipped this.

Besides needing Lans to participate in such an honorary kill, the Death Angels' big boss also learned about some changes in Jincheng through his channels.

After all, a senior cadre of the gang was killed in Jincheng, and the people who chased him fled back in a sorry state. He had to know why his people died in Jincheng, and why the people who chased him fled back.

Not investigating was one thing, but once investigated, he also heard about the "200 million alcohol market" that Lans said.

Such a huge market, even the Death Angels, wanted to get some benefits from it.

Even if they couldn't get it all, getting half of the market was good!

Catching Lans might be an opportunity to invade Jincheng, and they could even blackmail a sum from Lans's hands.

Since that market was so big, as the currently dominant gang in Jincheng, they should have made a lot of money, right?

Of course, if it was really impossible to capture Lans alive, it didn't have to be done. Killing him was also fine.

In short, no matter what, Lans couldn't be allowed to leave here today!

The small boss touched the weapon in his arms. He actually hadn't fought with anyone for a while.

Because of the unique commercial atmosphere in New Jincheng, gangs were busy making money. Who the hell had nothing to do and went to fight?

And fighting in New Jincheng was definitely not a smart decision. Too many big shots lived here. These big shots only needed one phone call to finish him off.

Even if a fight happened here, it was often a small-scale fight.

Today's scene was a bit big, and he felt his heart beating *thump-thump*, which was a bit uncomfortable.

Their cars were not parked tightly against the side of the road.

There had been no parking spaces nearby for a long time. The entrance of the mall was already full of cars. If they wanted to find a suitable parking space, it would be at least 50 meters away.

If they parked their cars there, they weren't sure if Lans and the others would walk toward their side. What if Lans and the others' cars were parked near the door? Wouldn't that be finished?

They couldn't stand at the mall entrance with weapons and wait; the movement was too big, and they couldn't hide.

So he let his subordinates' cars park tightly against the cars parked on the side of the road, so that after Lans and the others came out, they could make a response at the first time. In case they had to exchange fire, the cars in the middle could also be used as cover.

His palms were full of sweat. Just as Lans and the others were about to come out of the mall, four mounted police officers unexpectedly arrived at the side of the motorcade on horseback.

"No parking here." A mounted police officer knocked on the car window and made a request after the window was rolled down.

The driver glanced at the small boss. The small boss also didn't know how to answer this question. He was stunned for two or three seconds, then answered, "We'll leave right away!"

"Don't give me that. I know you guys too well. I said, no parking here!" The mounted police officer said another sentence, then straightened up and looked at the parking spaces in the distance. "There are enough parking spaces in front; go park over there."

The small boss looked back at the people behind the tea-colored glass door of the mall. It should be the mall manager who was handing out business cards to Lans. They would come out in at most one minute.

The small boss looked back at the police again. "I said, leave right away, one minute."

The mounted police officer was already very impatient. He lowered his head and knocked hard on the roof of the car, making a *bang-bang* sound.

The other mounted police officers also realized that something was wrong. They all got off their horses.

Yes, horses.

In this crowded city that often experienced traffic jams, the police station had canceled the post of "traffic patrol" in the city center because of frequent traffic jams.

Not only would it block the vehicles on those streets, but it would also block those police officers, so now traffic patrols had been changed to mounted police.

They didn't ride motorcycles, but horses.

These mounted police officers surrounded the car. They also realized that other cars might be in the same group as them.

But now both sides were already at loggerheads, and the mounted police officer felt that his law enforcement power had been provoked, which made him very unhappy.

There were indeed many existences in this city that couldn't be provoked, and it was precisely because of these existences that couldn't be provoked that some patrol officers, and even police officers, were a bit extreme.

They were clearly doing the right thing, but because they did it right, they were reprimanded, because they provoked people who shouldn't be provoked.

Quite a few police officers in Jizhou had such situations. They would test. If the person being tested didn't have any deep background, then provoking them, they must pay a heavy price.

The small boss stared at the police officer outside the window on the driver's side. He looked at the other party as if he were looking at an idiot, and even wanted to say "Are you sick?" to summarize the other party's behavior!

But now, he didn't have so much time, and he looked back. Lans and the others were coming out soon.

He didn't want to mess up the things the big boss above handed him to do because of a small police officer!

Fuck!

He cursed secretly, then took out a stack of money from his pocket, counted a few, clamped them with his index and middle fingers, and handed them over there. "You fine me."

"Tell me if it's not enough."

The police officer looked at him, and he also looked at the police officer without showing weakness. The gazes of the two confronted each other without giving way.

This confrontation actually didn't last long, about five or six seconds. The police officer took a step back and straightened up, which made the small boss breathe a sigh of relief.

But immediately after, the other party took out a pistol and aimed it at them. "Get out of the car, immediately, right now!"

"Fuck!"

The other mounted police officers also immediately drew their pistols, and some even took out whistles and put them in their mouths.

As long as they exchanged fire, he would blow the whistle immediately.

The sound of these special whistles could travel very far. This was the city center, and there were mounted police officers all around. They would come to support when they heard the sound of the whistle.

Watching these police officers acting like crazy and looking for his trouble, the small boss's brain was buzzing!

He looked back at Lans and the others who were already standing by the door and looking over, and then looked at the few mounted police officers outside the car door. His temples were throbbing with pain!

If he left this time, he shouldn't be able to encounter such a good opportunity next time. Moreover, the big boss above had already given him instructions. If he messed up this matter, a punishment was inevitable.

The larger the gang, the stricter the punishment. Because each class was disconnected!

This point was not like a small gang. For example, the Lans family, Lans knew all the senior cadres in the gang, and also knew most of the captains.

And the cadres knew all the captains, and most of the lowest-level gang members.

Similarly, all the captains, they absolutely knew all the lowest-level gang members, because these members always worked under a captain.

This formed a stable structure from top to bottom, and there was no need to specifically establish severe punishment.

But the Death Angels were different. This gang spanned many states, the territory was too large, and the number of people was too many, so that the ruling layer of the high level almost didn't know the lower level at all.

The connection between them didn't rely on everyone knowing each other, and there was deep friendship and emotion between them. They could only rely on interests and punishment to manage them, just like those big enterprises. The larger the scale, the more regular the enterprise, the stricter and more emotionless the management system, because there were too many people, and there was no way to have emotion.

If this matter couldn't be handled today, he was definitely going to be punished, and he might also lose the position of small leader in New Jincheng.

Although this position wasn't a particularly good position, it still provided him with a lot of income every year. He really didn't want to lose this position, nor did he want to be punished.

The competition in the Death Angels was also very fierce, and very cruel. If he was punished and demoted this time.

Next time he wanted to rise back, he might have to use his life to change it!

Countless thoughts lingered and turned in his mind. His face gradually flushed. The police outside also vaguely felt that something was wrong, and felt a little regret in his heart.

But at this moment, neither side had a way back.

Two seconds later, the small leader cursed twice, then waved his hand, drew the weapon in his arms, and pulled the trigger continuously at the police outside the car window.

No matter what, today he had to take Lans away or kill him!

The moment the gunshot sounded, screams rang out all around, accompanied by the shrill whistle. The remaining mounted police officers immediately began to shoot at the car, but the gang members in other cars also began to shoot at them.

There were too many of them!

It took less than ten seconds for the mounted police to be wiped out, and those few horses also took advantage of the chaos and ran to some unknown place.

The moment they opened fire, Lans felt the danger. He pushed and tried his best to hide behind the wall of the shop door, and at the same time took out a pistol from his arms.

!

"You just said... you were very willing to continue to serve me?"

The mall manager's face was pale, but he still nodded very calmly. "Yes, sir, willing to serve you."

"Very good, is there a back door here?"

"Staff passage or something?"

The manager nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I don't know which side you want to go out from?"

"Go to the parking lot..."

During the conversation, the Death Angels' small leader and his subordinates had already gotten out of the car. Now that they had killed the police, they had to handle Lans and his group as soon as possible.

They didn't use the name of the Death Angels, but used a small gang that had existed for several years. They usually smuggled some inferior wine and specialized medicine, and no one had paid attention to them.

So this time, even if the matter was too big, they could continue to be at ease by changing a layer of skin.

But there was a prerequisite: handle Lans and the others as soon as possible!

The small leader walked in the middle. I don't know who suddenly fired a few shots, breaking the glass of the mall's main entrance. He turned his head and looked at the guy who fired, his eyeballs staring round. "Are you sick?"

Those glasses didn't completely shatter, but quite a few shattered.

At this time, there was no such thing as organic glass or tempered glass. The mall used ordinary thick glass.

These glasses would become very sharp after breaking, as sharp as knives.

Originally they could enter the mall quickly, but now they had to be careful not to be hurt by these glasses!

His words hadn't finished yet when he heard the gunshot in the mall. Instinctively, he shrank his head, and then ran to one side.

Both sides began to shoot and counterattack around the door. Now it became troublesome!

The small leader already regretted it. If he had known, he wouldn't have been so impulsive just now, but now that it had reached this step, it was too late to say anything.

Lans didn't intend to run away. On Senator Cleveland's "territory," he didn't need to run.

As long as the other party couldn't rush in, he wouldn't be anxious at all!

Hailamu took a dozen people and ran to the side door. Their cars were all parked in the side parking lot, and the weapons were in the cars.

Lans personally took people to the main entrance to drag these people.

The exchange of fire lasted for about three or four minutes. They tried to rush into the mall, but the sharp broken glass all over the floor didn't allow them to do so. The small leader gritted his teeth, cursed twice, and immediately made a decision. "Retreat!"

"Don't fight anymore, the police are coming soon!"

The police response time in New Jincheng was about 12 minutes. This was what they had calculated before. Actually, there were already quite a few police officers around, those mounted police officers.

They didn't come over mainly because they were afraid of death. The firepower of the fight inside was so fierce, they couldn't just go in!

Being a police officer was just a job, and there was no need to risk their lives for a job.

With the small leader's decision, other members retreated while firing. They had to return to the car first, and then they could leave.

At this time, Hailamu had already rushed into the parking lot. He was cursing while pulling open the car door, and pulled out a box from under the back seat of the car, which contained two submachine guns and several drum magazines.

His dedicated weapon, and others also found submachine guns in their respective car back seats. Since Lans was besieged twice, every car was a small mobile arsenal!

"Motherfucker, let the people of New Jincheng see our power today!"

He hugged the submachine gun and rushed toward the side of the road, and at this time, the small leader and his group also returned to the car. Accompanied by the motorcade starting to escape, they just happened to run into Hailamu and the others who rushed out from the side of the road.

A dozen people fired with submachine guns in unison. This might be the most exciting scene the small leader had ever seen in his life!

The windshield in front was shattered in an instant, and immediately after, some blood holes appeared on the driver's head, face, and chest, and the whole person fell directly on the steering wheel.

The direction of the car also hit the side of the road with his fall.

The cars behind also suffered some impact, but the most severely affected were the first two cars.

The people in the car couldn't care about counterattacking or not. They stepped on the accelerator to the end, hit the car in front, and rushed straight out!

Hailamu threw away the drum magazine and changed to a new one. He walked to the side of the third car. Because of the shooting and collision, the people inside had brains that couldn't keep up with the reaction. They were like quails in a quail house with the roof lifted, looking at the huge humans outside and the palms they reached over with terrified eyes!

Hailamu pulled the trigger again. The bullets were distributed fairly to everyone. He cursed while shooting.

Gradually felt... the arm couldn't exert force.

When he looked down, he realized that there was a shot in his arm.

It must have been those people who "rushed the card" and fired randomly just now.

"Fuck!" He threw the submachine gun in his hand to the person beside him, took off his coat, untied his tie, and asked someone to tie it tightly for him to stop the bleeding.

At this time, Lans and the others also walked out of the mall. The broken glass on the ground at the mall entrance was also simply cleaned up.

"Injured?"

Lans saw Hailamu's arm was obviously different. Hailamu nodded. He lit a cigarette, bit the cigarette butt, and took a deep breath.

The crisis was lifted, and hormones began to stop secreting. The pain began to appear.

"Was bitten once." He looked indifferent. Being shot in the arm was indeed like playing!

Lans checked other positions on his body, which made him a bit embarrassed. "Can you stop touching me?"

"Even if you want to touch me, don't touch me in front of so many people!"

Lans rolled his eyes and punched him. "It seems it's just a small injury!"

Then he looked at the people behind him. Because they were watching the excitement at the beginning, they were prepared. Except for someone whose scalp was scratched by broken glass, no one else was injured.

Enio's father might need a doctor, but not because he was injured. He couldn't stand steadily now; he needed psychological counseling.

At this time, the police's assistance had almost arrived at the periphery. There were sirens all around.

Lans walked into the telephone booth and dialed Tang Mu's number. "You might have to go to the police station."

Tang Mu was still a bit curious. "Did you do something and get caught?"

Lans looked at the people standing outside the telephone booth. "To be precise, someone did something to me, and I counterattacked. In short, you have to come over, the matter might be a bit complicated..."

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