"I helped a few people up and asked them to pick up their guns and be on guard. This can effectively prevent the enemy from taking the opportunity to break in from the street.
Then, I divided the brothers into three groups and sent five people to the street, six people to go upstairs to investigate, and four people to go into the tunnel to investigate, but they didn't find a single living person.
It was as if the enemies responsible for this attack were invisible and intangible ghosts who came in to do bad things and then disappeared into the darkness."
"That's it?" Caban was dissatisfied.
"Well, yes, the brothers didn't see anyone or hear other sounds. It's night now, and the underground is very quiet."
"It can't be without traces. Even if it's really a ghost, I have to catch it."
Caban stood up from his seat, waved his hand and said: "Come on, show me all the places, I will find them out, Fuma cannot die like this, someone must pay the price."
Half an hour later!
Caban checked all the explosion and battle scenes and found no new clues at the scene, only blood stains, clothes and weapons that were blown to pieces, and a long row of corpses dragged out and placed in front of the building.
"How many people died?" Caban asked with a grim expression.
"There are 25 in total, including Foma, and a dozen injured brothers. These are just some of them." Moser's face turned abnormally pale. This attack cast a great shadow on him.
"So many deaths? tmd, what a bastard."
Caban was very angry, his voice was like a wounded beast growling.
After the extreme anger, Caban also realized that the "guests" who caused the killing were extraordinary and were definitely a team of ruthless and professional killers.
And they didn't come here just to kill people, they were obviously here for Fuma.
Caban picked up the bullets he picked up in the safe house, and took out the bullets Dennis had given him from his pocket. He took one bullet in each hand and compared it in front of his eyes.
"Could it be... someone from the Predator organization?"
Both of the bullets were hand-reloaded blue-tipped bullets, and the only one he had become enemies with recently was the mysterious predator. The summary of the answer sent a chill down Caban's back.
If the Predator can kill Fuma silently, it can kill anyone in the Hongshang Gang.
Including him - Caban!
Thinking about the conflict between the Hongshang Gang and the predators, he was also the one who personally relayed the blackmail conditions, so he was probably also remembered.
Caban couldn't care about anything else and immediately sent someone to inform Loric.
He is also Foma's most trusted person. His status in the gang is similar to that of military advisor and chief of staff, and he can be called the wisest person in the Hongshang Gang.
He is in charge of all business outside the gang, so he spends very little time in the gang's lair.
About two hours later.
Loric rushed back in a hurry, looking confused and puzzled from head to toe.
In the deepest part of his base camp, under the protection of hundreds of younger brothers, the boss was actually killed. And no one saw the murderer from beginning to end, because everyone who saw the murderer was killed.
This is really weird!
Don't tell me it happened to you, no one will believe it even if you tell it.
Caban noticed this about Lorick, and in order to let him understand what happened as soon as possible, he took him to survey the scene and explained it.
After about 20 minutes, the two returned to a room with a full set of sofas.
Only Caban and Rorik sat down, while the others either stood guard by the window or surrounded the corridor outside the door on three levels.
The terror brought by the ghost killer has covered the entire Hongshang Gang.
"I probably already know about the matter. One thing is for sure, this was not done by one person." Lorick was the first to break the calm.
"Where did you learn that?" Caban asked curiously.
"The triggering of the tunnel mine was definitely not an accident. It must have been tampered with. I designed it myself. I know it better than anyone else. If people from the outside want to get in, there is only one way to dismantle it. This method is one
Humans can't do it." Rorick was confident.
"So, there are two people?" Caban guessed.
"There are probably more than two. There must be people on the street and in the building. There are also one or two bitches among them. They are so arrogant that they regard this place as their home. They have been sleeping and eating in the main building for several days.
There are crumbs and traces of sleep in the authentic sandbags," Rorik said angrily.
"This man must have very strong nerves. Isn't he afraid of being seen?" Caban was speechless.
"I have to admit that they are very powerful, and they are definitely not ordinary gunmen."
Rorick shrugged helplessly, and continued: "They must know where the shelter is, and then they went in and waited for Foma there.
They also knew that whenever something happened, Foma would be taken there.
After that everything was simple.
They waited inside the shelter, waiting for Fuma to come to the door, and then killed all the survivors, even hitting the dead ones a few times.
Shooting at close range, leaving no one alive, professional handling methods, these bastards..."
Lorick, who was furious just now, couldn't help but feel uncomfortable after such a period of discussion and analysis.
With such strange, powerful and professional enemies, no one wants to be targeted by them.
"Now what?"
Caban looked inside the house, and his expression was much uglier than Loric's.
The corpses of Foma and several of his henchmen, even though they had been turned into pieces of flesh, were taken out and spread there with plastic sheets as cushions.
Other than moving them down from the third floor, no one here was willing to touch these corpses.
Strictly speaking, they are body parts!
"It's difficult." Lorrick sighed.
"Fuma's head was blown off. He was shot in the face with more than one shot, and a bomb hit him behind. Almost his lower body was blown off. These guys are so cruel." Caban's voice was trembling.
"Are there any survivors?" Rorik asked.
"Survivors? As far as I know..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Caban smiled bitterly, his face changed, and said with difficulty: "There is not a single living person outside the door of the shelter on the third floor where the two sides are fighting."
"People inside the building didn't see the 'guests', nor did they see them in the tunnel, so do you think they might still be somewhere in the building and haven't left yet?" Lorick made a bold guess.
"I do not think so."
Caban shook his head and said: "Ronnie's men wanted to punish a guy, so they buried him in the flower bed over there, chest deep, with only his head exposed.
After the explosion, we went to see him and found that he was gone. The rope was cut with a knife. Someone must have seen him and rescued him and took him away."
"It looks like they did leave."
As he spoke, Rorik dug into his pocket and pulled out a handful of seven or eight bullets that had been deformed by impact. There were traces of blue paint on the bullet tips.
"I picked these up from the ground. There were a lot of them. Some of them were bullets that went right through them. That's why they were so wrinkled. I also checked the shells and the markings on the shells were the same everywhere."
Seeing the warhead in Rorick's hand, Caban was not surprised at all. He took something out of his pocket and said, "I have one like this too."
Bringing the complete bullet with the blue warhead, Rorik squinted and asked, "Where did you get it?"
"Someone gave it to me as a reminder that his boss would go find Fuma. Now it seems... they did it this time."
"What?"
Rorik was furious when he heard this, jumped up from his stool and shouted: "Now that we know who did it, what are we waiting for here? We must kill him immediately,"
"sit down!"
Caban waved his hand and said with an ugly face: "Do you think Fuma is stupider than you? That's what he planned to do, and he also made demands and wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail them.
You have seen the results, where is Fuma now? Do you want to be the second Fuma?"
"I……"
Lorick's arrogance dissipated in a second, he sat down and said angrily: "Then what the hell kind of guys are they?"
"How the hell do I know? No one has seen him. We only know that he is a predator. We don't know where he wanders, and we don't know who he works for or a gang. He never shows up, but whenever he messes with
He would send greetings like this to everyone who came to see him."
Caban threw away the bullet that was warmed in his palm, and said with a gloomy expression: "Do you remember Kirika?"
"Well, of course, a dishonest thief," replied Loric.
"The predator killed him in his bed, in a closed room, with doors, windows, everything closed, and there was another person in the house at the time, and he didn't see anything, he just moved.
In a moment, the predator put the barrel of the gun to the back of his head and warned him in a low voice not to do anything stupid. In this case, do you dare to move?"
"Hmm...probably not..." Lorick said with a bitter smile.
"The child didn't dare to move, and then the predator disappeared like a ghost, just like Foma's death. So what should I do now?" Caban said with a sad look on his face.
"Maybe……"
Rorick really didn't want to say this, but he had to make a suggestion: "Judging from the current situation, you may want to talk to his messenger, otherwise..."
Before Rorik finished the rest of his words, Caban already understood what he meant.