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“No parking here,” was a phrase the low-level gang members at the entrance often said.
The club was right by the road. If cars were parked at the entrance, the people coming to play would feel a bit dissatisfied, so no parking was allowed at the main entrance.
If it were in the past, the person parking the car, regardless of whether they cared or not, would consider whether to move.
If they talked back, for example, saying something like “I’m not moving, what can you do to me,” then the person who shouted this would lift his shirt, revealing the weapon tucked into his waist.
Most people, upon seeing a weapon, would obediently find another place to park. After all, who among normal people would want to have a conflict with a gang member?
These cars didn’t leave. He was a little annoyed. While lifting his clothes, he revealed the pistol pressed against his stomach, “This isn’t funny. Move your cars from the entrance…”
He took a few steps forward, squinting. The sunlight was very harsh. When he had taken another two steps and gradually adapted to the harsh sunlight, he realized what he was facing.
A large group of armed men was looking at him. His mouth slowly opened, but he couldn’t make a sound. The moment he turned around, the gunshots rang out!
The gunshots broke the morning tranquility of the Port District, but the people of the Port District had already gotten used to firefights at all times and in all places during this period. The surrounding pedestrians actively went around this area and then continued to do what they were doing before.
Eating breakfast, reading the newspaper while waiting for the bus, or going to work.
The gunshots also alarmed the people inside the club. They began to fight back in panic. The scene was like a war had broken out!
The members of the Red Dog Gang were not at all prepared. They hadn’t even prepared. Who could have thought that just after Bill and the others were taken away, their headquarters would be ambushed?
An organization lacking high-ranking cadres, plus the big shots were not around, the intensity of the resistance from the low-level gang members was not very high.
The two sides exchanged fire at the entrance for a while. After each side left a few bodies, someone threw two grenades into the room.
The grenades directly disintegrated the resistance consciousness of a portion of the people. They began to run towards the back door.
First one, then a second, a third…
Soon, the location of the firefight shifted from the street to inside the club, and the sound of the gunshots also became much more muffled.
More than twenty minutes later, the members of the Wolf Gang came out of the club. They were pushing two small carts with two heavy safes on them.
The others were also carrying many bags full of cash. These were all looted.
After everyone came out, they threw some of the bodies into the club and then started a fire.
They had poured gasoline inside. In just an instant, the entire club was engulfed in a raging fire.
At the end of the street, distorted by the high temperature of the flames, the Wolf Gang’s convoy quickly disappeared!
The fire department arrived very timely, but facing the house that was already completely burning, they still used a very old method: control the fire, and then wait for it to burn out.
They found some bodies near the main entrance and subsequently called the police. The police came very quickly. A large number of burnt bodies, emitting a strange smell, were put into body bags.
These bodies were not sent to the coroner’s office in the end, but were sent directly to the incinerator.
A case was completely suppressed just like that, as if it had never happened!
In the precinct, Bill, who was bored to the point of starting to count his pubic hairs, suddenly heard the sound of a door opening. He stood up abruptly and looked at the two police officers standing at the door. He was so bored!
Being alone, with no one to talk to, this damn oppressive environment was driving him crazy!
He was a person who liked liveliness. He couldn’t stand such a dull atmosphere. He would even feel more comfortable if someone came to interrogate him.
“You can go,” the two police officers looked at him with pitiful eyes. He didn’t like this kind of gaze. It would make him think of those pitiful girls who had to sell their bodies in exchange for a future.
“F—k!” He threw his clothes over his shoulder, “I’ll have my lawyer sue you!”
The police officer shrugged, “Whatever you want.”
This made Bill feel that something was not right. He was brought here, then left alone for a while, not asked anything, not even seeing a lawyer, and then he was released?
If that’s the case, why was he arrested? What was the purpose of arresting him?
He didn’t understand this!
But he felt that there was a problem with this matter.
He was a little hesitant about whether he should go out. Sometimes you have to admit that some people have a talent for being suspicious.
The police officer looked at him standing not far from the door, seemingly reluctant to come out, and frowned slightly, “Either you continue to stay inside and wait for us to remember that there is still a person here.”
“Or, get the hell out now and leave here with us.”
He made a gesture as if to close the door. In the end, loneliness and solitude triumphed over his suspicion. He took a step out.
Along the way, he met many police officers. The way these officers looked at him gave him an indescribable strange feeling. Some were gloating, some were full of pity, some were indifferent and expressionless, but without exception, their gazes would linger on him for a moment.
Buck stood in the hall of the precinct, seemingly dealing with some police affairs. The precinct had to deal with many police reports every day.
And with the continuous expansion of the Wolf Gang, as well as the expansion of small gangs, there were many reports that needed to be handled every day.
When he saw Buck, Bill was a little hesitant, but in the end, he still walked over, “Did you arrest me just to lock me up for two hours?”
Buck looked at him, his eyes calm and indifferent, with no ripples, “You are right. I just don’t like you.”
Bill cursed “f—k” upon hearing this. He pointed at Buck, “An arrogant kid won’t have good luck, Buck. You’re just John’s lackey. You shouldn’t be so arrogant.”
Buck couldn’t even be bothered to say more to him. He gestured towards the door with his chin, “Get out!”
His attitude was very harsh, but looking at the other police officers who were staring at him, Bill could only restrain his budding temper, cursed a few times, and left the hall.
The police officers began to perform their duties again, while Buck came to the side of the hall and looked through the glass main door at Buck and his few cadres who were walking out.
His position was just right opposite the main entrance, and he could also see the crosswalk at the entrance.
This group of people gathered together. Their craving for cigarettes had struck. Everyone lit a cigarette.
Bill held a cigarette in his hand with a slightly exaggerated posture, “I feel something is not right, and look, no one has come to pick us up.”
There were no gang members on the street outside the precinct, nor were there any cars they had prepared, not even a lookout.
Logically speaking, since they were arrested, those people should definitely arrange for someone to squat at the entrance of the police station and arrange for a car to pick them up as soon as they came out.
But here, there was no one.
“Could it be that they think we couldn’t possibly come out so early?” someone proposed this hypothesis, and everyone thought it was possible.
After all, it had only been two hours. Maybe those bastards hadn’t woken up yet.
The club operated until six in the morning. It was still their rest time now. It was normal to wake up a little later.
“Then we can only take the car back. Do you guys have any spare change?” Bill asked.
Someone took out some spare change. They laughed and walked towards the bus stop across the road. They hadn’t taken the bus for a long time. Even taking the bus had become a memory of the past!
Just as the group was walking to the middle of the road, a car suddenly “flew” over with a buzz, followed by a loud thud. Just like a bowling ball knocking over bowling pins, it also knocked them over…
And even ran them over!
Bill was rolled under the car. Now he was lying on the ground, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood. Several of his internal organs had ruptured.
Blood gushed out along his digestive tract, mouthful after mouthful. He had never seen anyone vomit so much blood before.
At this moment, he couldn’t feel the pain. He even wanted to get up, but with his whole body fractured, he couldn’t do it. He could only slightly twist his neck and look around.
Those old buddies, the ones he liked, the ones he didn’t like, at this time most of them were like him, lying on the ground, life or death unknown.
After several violent vomits, he slowly closed his eyes…
Before long, a large number of reporters rushed over. They almost shoved their camera lenses into Bill’s face.
But he certainly didn’t care now. After all, as a corpse, he had no right to express his opinion.
The police officers’ movements seemed very slow. It was not until the reporters had taken their fill of satisfactory pictures that they put these bodies into body bags.
A police officer in charge of the on-site investigation directly wrote the case-closing report, and on the case type, filled in the words “car accident.”
Bill’s death spread throughout the entire Port District in less than an hour and was still continuing to spread outwards.
The remaining members of the Red Dog Gang all hid. They were trembling, in fear!
Some people took the gang’s money, liquor, and ran away directly.
No one knew who had killed Bill and his men, but people had a reasonable suspect, the Wolf Gang!
The Wolf Gang was rapidly occupying the Port District at a speed that people could not imagine.
Although there were still large areas of territory in a “desolate” state, both the Professor and Wolf believed that no one would compete with them for these territories.
After the Professor received the news that Bill and his men were all dead, he immediately had Wolf contact the other small gangs. He wanted to have a meeting.
To gather the leaders of these small gangs and communicate with them.
If the Wolf Gang wanted to continue to grow and develop, it had to have more gang members, but now they couldn’t recruit many people. They had no advantage locally.
The Professor gave Wolf a suggestion, which was to swallow up these small gangs, and then let these small gangs recruit people to fill the gap in strength that the Wolf Gang was missing in its rapid expansion.
Wolf felt that this plan was highly feasible!