Ren Xiaoyao didn't expect that eleven brothers had already been killed just after the fight started. It seemed that the strength of the big gang was much stronger than that of the small gangs in small places like them.
Ren Xiaoyao used his eyes to look at "Bai Hao" six hundred meters away. There were several black muzzles in each of the dozen windows facing him, and they kept making small left and right movements.
He was ready to shoot someone on sight.
Fortunately, it is now past four in the morning, and the Public Security Bureau has paid special attention to the residents near "Baihao", so no citizens came out to watch the fun, and no one was accidentally killed. As for what they thought after hearing the fierce gunshots at home
, is not what the two sides at war are concerned about.
"It seems it won't be easy to shoot down." Ren Xiaoyao thought about it for a while and asked Shunzi: "How many shells does the rocket launcher have?"
"Thirty-nine rounds. That's enough to blow up Baihao into rubble. Boss... do you really want to blow it up? The losses will be huge," Shunzi said.
Ren Xiaoyao smiled bitterly: "It's better to blow up a 'Hundred Hao' than to die dozens or even hundreds of brothers, right? A 'Hundred Hao' only costs tens of millions. If you work hard, you can still make it back; if you die, you won't be able to survive."
Here you go. Execute the order."
Shunzi and the other four eldest brothers and a bunch of juniors were very touched that Ren Xiaoyao valued the life and death of his brothers so much. What should a gangster have to regret if he can keep up with such a boss?
Shunzi called a few helpers: "Gangzi, arrange for people to use rocket launchers; Liu Neng, send people to guard Baihao, especially the front door and the back door. Be careful to hide yourself. If anyone comes out, kill them. Okay.
,action!"
Hundreds of figures moved quickly in the darkness, and soon they were all in place.
Two big men resisted the rocket launcher and aimed it at the "Baihao" nightclub. After a slight adjustment, the two shells pierced the night with flames and instantly entered the "Baihao" nightclub through the window. Then there was a violent explosion. Two shells burst into the nightclub.
The unlucky man was rushed out from the fourth floor by the blast of air, screamed and fell to the ground, twitched a few times and then became motionless.
Ren Xiaoyao vaguely heard someone shouting inside: "Damn it! How can such a small gang have a rocket launcher?! I hope they don't have many shells...Miangua, please inform Brother Rong to support us..."
Ren Xiaoyao showed a faint smile and ordered Scar: "Assemble all brothers who have no missions and set up checkpoints on several roads entering the city. All incoming vehicles must be inspected, suspicious ones caught, and all killed if necessary...
Tell brothers to be careful, the other party is a large, well-trained and well-equipped gang."
While I was saying these words, four more artillery shells hit the "Baihao" nightclub. A corner of the entire building had been blown down. A poor sniper on the roof had his legs broken by the explosion, and was angry again.
The waves fell to the ground, and they were all dead, still holding a large-caliber sniper rifle tightly in their hands.
The strange thing is that no one has run out from the front door or the back door. Maybe the leader inside doesn't allow them to run?
After all, in terms of numbers, they were at an absolute disadvantage. If they ran to an open area, they would never be able to withstand the superior firepower. The brothers of the Longxiao Gang thought to themselves, I wonder how long they can last?
The surrounding residents had been awakened by the gunfire a long time ago and were always on tenterhooks. Then they heard a huge explosion and were even more frightened. They kept bowing and bowing, mumbling something, remembering everything.
I recited it to all the gods, hoping that disaster would not befall me.
But at the same time, I’m also wondering. In the past, gang fights didn’t cause such a big deal. What’s happening now? Are the Japanese coming back again? Or is the Third World War breaking out?
Some wealthy people are considering whether they should move to other places as soon as possible while they have money. City A is really not peaceful!
Of course, more people are cursing the government officials of City A. They take taxpayers' money but don't do practical things for taxpayers, and let the gangs become so rampant that they all will die...