The sudden explosion and the tear gas bombs that followed not only caught the Sanyan Gang unprepared, but also plunged the open-air trading venue into chaos.
The Three-Eyed Gang believed that the people in the transport vehicle were mixed in with the trading crowd and launched an attack on them. Naturally, they picked up their guns and intimidated the crowd while guarding against subsequent attacks.
This move made the sellers in the open-air trading venue nervous.
The Three Eyes Gang is the maker of the rules of the underground world in West City, which gave them some trust in the Three Eyes Gang at the beginning.
But there’s not much trust, more fear.
The reputation of the Three-Eyed Gang is not good on the road. They are arrogant, domineering, cruel and murderous, and they will retaliate.
Just last month, a small gang in West City went to a nightclub with its new recruit and bumped into the third leader of the Three Eyes Gang, Thunder Boy.
The small gang just lamented that it was difficult to do business and said something bad about the Three Eyes Gang, and then they were attacked by the Thunder Boy on the spot.
That night, five more charred corpses were found in the back alley of the bar. The next day, the Three Eyes Gang uprooted the small gang.
With this jewel in front of them, how can you keep calm when you see the Three-Eyed Gang surrounding them raising their guns and pointing them at them with vigilance?
I don’t know who fired the first shot, breaking the subtle stalemate in the field.
After that, the stronghold fell into melee.
Sellers at the open-air trading ground exchanged wild shots with gunmen from the Three Eyes Gang.
The choking smoke, occasional explosions, and blind stray bullets made everyone lose their minds, thinking that only by keeping shooting could they gain a sense of security.
The entire open-air parking lot was a mess.
In this stronghold, the owner of the Old Tire Motel has always acted as a peacemaker, mediating between as many as eight hundred conflicts.
In the past, when guns were used in the stronghold, the staff of the Old Tire Motel were the first to intervene.
But this time it was different. The boss just took one look and asked the staff to close all the doors and windows of the hotel, lower the heavy metal door, and not allow anyone to enter or exit.
The motel closed its doors tightly, leaving retail sellers outside with no way out, and the sense of security declined again.
"Kill these three-eyed bastards and we can leave alive!"
Someone shouted something, which instantly affected everyone, making the battle between them and the Three Eyes Gang more intense.
The open-air parking lot was filled with fierce fighting, but the instigator of all this was squatting on the roof of the bar, drinking beer while watching the battle below.
Next to his hand was a mechanical prosthetic eye.
This was revealed by the leader of the Three-Eyed Gang before.
The grenade was embedded in his skull, causing the prosthetic eye to fly far away when it exploded. He relied on his perception of aura to find it on the roof of the bar.
He washed away the blood and dust from his eyeballs with beer, wiped them on his sleeve, and put them in his pocket.
Collection progress, 1/4.
He adjusted the position of the camera to record the battle scene below.
All the filming content was broadcast to Sharon and An Xin in real time.
After some testing, he found a satisfactory angle and dialed An Xin's number.
"Hey, Miss An Xin, have you seen my broadcast here? How about it? It's much more effective than the midnight channel you watch."
Who knew that on the other end of the phone, the sound of An Xin's vomiting was heard in response to him.
"Ugh! Are you fucking sick? Didn't I tell you... Ugh! Can't I look at dead people!"
Mo Fan asked in confusion: "Huh? You usually watch the bloody fights on the midnight channel. Isn't it exciting? I didn't see you reacting."
An Xin shouted angrily: "That was on TV, is it the same as reality?"
"It's a strange problem. If you ask Sharon to put a variety show filter on you and put it on the TV, will you feel less uncomfortable watching it?"
There was silence for a while on the other end of the phone, and An Xin said slowly: "This method may work."
After hanging up the phone, An Xin called two minutes later.
Mo Fan: "Miss Bodhisattva who cannot kill, what's the matter?"
"If you go back to the fire again, I will see blood flowing like a river."
"receive."
Mo Fan clicked his tongue and thought to himself that this woman seemed to have recovered from her illness.
You can't see the killing in reality, but through the screen and entertainment filters, you can watch it with relish.
Don't know what's wrong.
I heard from An Xin that she is also a veteran. Could it be the Azure Star version of PTSD?
Mo Fan looked at the battlefield. No wonder An Xin thought it was not exciting enough. The situation on the battlefield was already one-sided.
Although he made a sneak attack first and killed more than a dozen members of the Three-Eyed Gang, the combat effectiveness of the Three-Eyed Gang was still more than one level higher than that of the rotten fish and shrimps in the open-air trading place.
The suppression of firepower and combat skills, coupled with the fact that he had not fired for a while, many people woke up and wanted to retreat.
The Three-Eye Gang, with about forty people on the scene, overpowered hundreds of people and beat them.
Mo Fan stood up from the second floor of the bar, patted the dirt on his body, and prepared to make another fire.
But as soon as he jumped off the roof, he found Bob waiting for him below.
"Is something wrong?"
Bob put the three suitcases he was holding on the ground and asked, "I want to ask what I can do to survive this battle."
Mo Fan: "Throw these boxes of stuff to your captain. It's best if the Three-Eyed Gang can see the process. Then find a way to sneak into the crowd and leave with them."
Bob pointed to the suitcase at his feet and asked curiously: "You don't want it?"
"I don't want to yet."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
After saying that, he saw that Bob made a mistake in his movement and aroused the hatred of several Three-Eyed Gang members. He fought and retreated with three suitcases and returned to the bar.
The Three-Eyed Gang discovered the target suitcase, abandoned the others in the square, and stormed towards the bar.
Inside the bar, the employees of Golden Shield Security have been recharging their energy. At this moment, under the leadership of McCann, they also burst out with amazing fighting power.
For a time, the battle became fierce again.
Mo Fan hid the remaining grenades on the roof of the bar. He moved quietly and returned to the battlefield again. Few people noticed him.
He pretended to be an ordinary resident who was involved in the fighting, and approached a member of the Three Eyes Gang who was guarding the perimeter with a panicked expression.
When the other party scolded him for retreating, he drew his gun and killed him.
The surroundings were filled with gunshots. One more shot would kill one more person, and no one would even notice.
Mo Fan dragged the killed Three Eyes Gang member away. A minute later, he put on the costume of the Three Eyes Gang member and walked out swaggeringly.
A rifle with exaggerated colorful stickers, a skull mask, an electric blue woolen hat, loose ripped jeans, and a T-shirt with three flaming vertical pupils printed on it, make him a low-level member of the Three Eyes Gang.
Fortunately, the members of the Three Eyes Gang love street culture and like to wear loose T-shirts three or four sizes too big. The pants must be fat and long, and the trouser legs must be dragged to the ground.
For another gang that likes to wear well-fitting overalls or tactical uniforms, he might not be able to get in with his size.
The people from the Three-Eyed Gang were fighting against the Jindun security guards in front, but he followed behind and did nothing, shouting lively but not firing many shots.
Occasionally firing a few shots can always "accidentally" hit one's own important combat power.
With his help in secretly balancing combat power, the Three Eyes Gang broke into the bar and killed McCann, with less than ten people left.
There are less than five people who can continue fighting.
Among the members of the Three Eyes Gang, another small leader who had a prosthetic body transplanted survived to the end.
He rushed into the bar with the four people who could still move, shot each of the people wearing gold shield security equipment on the ground, and then found three suitcases from the box.
The little boss showed excitement on his face, smashed open the combination lock, opened the suitcase, and saw the starry sky inside, his eyes full of excitement.
"Boss, you should be happier at this time." A younger brother reminded him.
The little boss followed the good example and laughed wildly.
"Boss, you should check all three suitcases to see if they have changed the packages or hidden some of the goods."
"It makes sense." The little boss smashed open the three suitcases, and they were full of stars.
"Boss, take them in your hands and inspect them."
The little boss thought it made sense, so he took out a packet, dipped a little on his finger, put it in his mouth and took a sip.
It was just the size of a few small particles, and the moment his tongue touched it, he rolled his eyes.
"It's awesome, it's the real thing!"
Then he saw that the younger brother who had always made correct suggestions was holding a camera in his hand and was approaching him, wanting to shine the camera in his face.
"Look here, take a close-up and describe what it feels like."
"It's just high...no."
The little boss trembled and looked at the tall, unfamiliar younger brother with confusion.
"What the hell are you taking pictures of? No, who the hell are you?"
Mo Fan put away the camera with "Happiness Pharmaceutical" printed on it, "Me, my sixth child."
