Counting Bob and "driver" Mo Fan, there are only seven Golden Shield security guards. The only one equipped with a prosthetic body is McCann, the captain of this operation.
Faced with the siege of dozens of Three Eyes Gang members, they had no chance of winning.
The only chance is to involve everyone around you.
The people staying around the Old Tire Motel were drug dealers, gang members, shady dealers who illegally resold goods, and tough townspeople who dared to manufacture and sell illegal drugs.
Simply put, there is no such thing as a bad thing.
Without a few guns in my hands and a few lives on my back, I wouldn't dare to breathe loudly here.
Only by making full use of this group of people can we repel the Three Eyes Gang and find a chance to escape.
Captain McCann, who had been transplanted with two prosthetics, quickly analyzed the situation on the field and made arrangements.
"Let's not fight. Let's leave the bar first and find a way to enter the Old Tire Motel. Rely on the automatic weapons in the hotel and the guests hiding inside to distract the Three Eyes Gang's manpower and attention, and then wait for an opportunity to leave."
"Juan, Berry, you and I go to the front door of the bar and buy time with firepower at all costs."
"Chen Liang and Xintian, you clear a path to the back door of the bar. After you go out, Chen Liang goes to confirm the situation of the motel. Xintian goes to the small parking lot behind the bar and prepares the car to leave."
"Bob, take your things and follow Chen Liang and the others. Depending on the situation, throw them into the car or hide them in the motel room."
"As for the guard you brought last..."
Captain McCann was just about to assign the task when he looked left and right and found that the tall driver who followed Bob in was missing.
"Where are the others?"
Bob answered honestly: "He was out three minutes ago."
The next moment, an explosion sounded from outside.
It was just chaos outside, but after the explosion, everything turned upside down.
The sound of gunshots, screams, and curses mixed together, it was so lively.
"What's going on outside?" Captain McCann asked loudly.
A Golden Shield security team member raised his wrist, clicked a few times on the smart watch, and cut the screen to the surveillance outside.
Another explosion sounded, and the chaos continued to ferment.
The security team member raised his head and said in a dry voice: "The guy who followed Bob got a bunch of grenades from somewhere and is bombing indiscriminately in the parking lot outside."
"Affected by the chaos, all entrances to the motel were closed, and the small parking lot behind the bar was also destroyed by the Three Eyes Gang during the fighting."
McCann: "Fuck! Abandon all plans, pick up weapons and prepare for a head-on breakout!"
Three minutes ago, Mo Fan, who sensed that the Three-Eyed Gang was chasing him, had already left the box and walked towards the open-air parking lot outside.
The arrival of more than a dozen vehicles from the Three Eyes Gang caused the open-air trading ground to fall into chaos for a while, but it was only chaos.
Those who come here to do business are all smart-minded people, and there are very few fools.
They all know that the Three-Eyed Gang is the underground emperor of West City, with a big family and a big business. They definitely did not send so many people here to rob them, a group of retail investors.
After the initial panic, they quickly regained their composure. Except for some guys who had offended the Three-Eyed Gang and became anxious, most of them were not only not afraid, but also opened a bottle of beer and watched the excitement happily. .
If the Three Eyes Gang sends out so many people, someone is going to be in big trouble.
The gunmen from the Three Eyes Gang got out of the car and did not rush to find anyone or cause a conflict. Instead, they cordoned off the scene in an orderly manner.
The transport truck they were chasing was parked here. They only needed to control the entire camp and not let anyone go, and then search them one by one. Those guys in the transport truck would definitely not be able to escape.
Seeing that the Three Eyes Gang and the businessmen in the open-air parking lot were getting along peacefully, with no quarreling or shoving happening, some people were unhappy.
Yes, it’s Mo Fan.
Relying on the fact that the Three Eyes Gang couldn't recognize him, he swaggered out of the bar and walked in the open-air trading venue.
He soon came to a large pickup truck.
There were three strong men standing next to the pickup truck. The fender of the pickup truck was open and hanging down to the ground, revealing various firearms piled inside.
This is a stall that sells private guns, and they have a wide variety of goods.
Mo Fan stepped forward and took a few glances, then picked up a gun and used it as a pad. It felt much better than the second-hand goods in Wang Bier's shop.
He took a few glances and picked out a row of grenades hanging on the side of the truck, alternating left and right like firecrackers.
"How do you sell this?" He picked one randomly like picking fruit and tossed it up and down in his hand.
"One price, one thousand pieces." The stall owner sorted out various types of bullets and answered casually.
"Is your grenade shell made of gold, or are the explosives and fragments inside made of gold?"
The power of a single grenade is not much stronger than the high-explosive grenade fired by the Death Roulette. The Death Roulette plus fifty rounds of high-explosive grenades only costs 5,000. Why do you dare to charge such a price for this grenade?
The stall owner was not happy, so he also picked one, pointed to the spiked logo on it, and the mark of the fourth district and said:
"Did you see it? It's a Zone 4 standard product. It's a high-explosive fragmentation grenade. It has an effective killing range of twenty meters and a lethal range of three meters."
"Look where you can find such good products now. Semi-military products. You can only get them through the military. You think it's expensive, but I still think it's expensive."
"Are you keeping your integrity?"
"I, Beileyang, have been operating here for so many years. I just want to ask around. Can I sell you low-quality fakes?"
"Let me ask you, are you honest?" Mo Fan asked again.
The stall owner's expression changed, and three strong men gathered around him, "You are deliberately looking for trouble, aren't you?"
Mo Fan laughed and said, "If this is genuine, I will definitely want it. I will buy one and try it first. It is genuine. I will keep this bunch."
The stall owner grinned, revealing teeth yellowed by smoke, "No problem, go to the open space behind the motel later and try whatever you want."
After that, he took out two different types of grenades from the car and said, "If you take all the twenty grenades here, I will give you a tear gas grenade and a flash grenade."
Mo Fan transferred a thousand to the stall owner and activated the grenade, "No need to bother."
The stall owner trembled and dropped the two gifts in his hand to the ground. He backed away to the other side of the car and cursed:
"Holy shit, are you crazy? Just try it here and throw it out!"
Mo Fan said: "You asked me to throw this away."
After saying that, he threw the grenade violently towards the place where the Three Eyes Gang was densest.
Under his power, the grenade turned into a black shadow, and with a speed that would make the best pitcher in baseball cry, it hit the head of a leader of the Three-Eyed Gang who was equipped with a prosthetic body.
Accompanied by the muffled sound of the watermelon breaking, half of the grenade was almost embedded in the head of the Three-Eyed Gang leader.
That grenade achieved the feat of killing someone before it exploded.
The leader of the Three-Eyed Gang who had been killed was calling a group of subordinates to surround him, instructing them on how to conduct a search and how to respond to an attack.
Halfway through his words, his voice stopped suddenly and his body fell limply to the ground.
A group of younger brothers quickly gathered around to check on the boss.
The fastest mover was the leader's deputy. He rushed forward immediately and caught the leader before he hit the ground.
The deputy picked up the leader and felt familiar when he saw the shining metal block embedded in the back of his head.
After a second, he suddenly realized it and said to the younger brothers who gathered around him:
"It looks like a high-explosive grenade."
Boom!
Looking at the explosion in the distance, Mo Fan looked at the stall owner, "Wow, it's really useful. I want them all!"
The stall owner was dumbfounded, with his mouth wide open, looking in disbelief at the dozen Three-Eyed Gang members who exploded into blood mist in the distance.
What was happening in front of him was beyond his cognition. His brain was running rapidly, but at the same time it was blank. If he were a computer, the designated CPU would be burned out.
Mo Fan picked up the string of grenades, flicked them with one hand, and wrapped them diagonally around his chest.
Then he picked up the two gifts on the ground, activated the tear gas bomb, and threw it into the center of the open-air trading area.
Suddenly smoke filled the air and people burst into tears.
"Boss, the account will be held by Jindun Security. I'll settle with Bob."
