Suppress monsters and save the world

Chapter 180 Unpleasant Conversations
"Damn it, is the black hand on the other side crazy! It suddenly became so fierce!"

"Grass (plant), even after eating spinach, it's not so strong!"

"Quick, retreat quickly."

"I'm not staying here to die!"

"No retreat! Our reinforcements will be here soon!"

"If you can't take down this stronghold, there will be no good results when you go back." Before the man finished speaking, he was shot in the chest by a bullet from nowhere, and the last word was stuck in his throat. There was no way to come out. .

Then, he collapsed powerlessly. Although there were people around him, no one wanted to save the man who had just commanded the battle.

I wanted to run away, but now my boss is dead, so what are you waiting for?
The situation that had just stabilized for a while became chaotic again.

The chaotic shootout scene was mixed with gunshots and human voices, but it was obvious that the opponents of the Mafia could no longer hold on.

They began to run away in a disorderly manner. Such an escape would only increase their casualties, but as another saying goes, as long as I run fast, it won't be me who dies, right?

Those people can also buy themselves time to escape.

Soon, there was a mess all over the ground, and the battle here was won.

"Hey! Go back and find Mom!"

"Haha! These bastards have finally seen how powerful we are!"

After the battle was won, the Black Hand Club immediately began to celebrate, firing guns into the air to vent their emotions.

In the distance, the police who had arrived earlier leaned on the police car, eating the food in their hands, waiting for the end of the shootout as if they couldn't see.

"It's over." A policeman who looked like an old fritters wore his hat on one side, and dug a spoonful of rice from the box.

"But we still have to clean up the mess, what are we doing?" The young policeman said with a bitter face.

"Who told you to be assigned to the slums? By the way, the first time I saw you, what did you do to get in?" the old fritter asked gossipingly.

"No, I was assigned here just after I joined the job." The young police officer was also puzzled by this, looking very naive.

"Hey, poor kid, you don't have any background when you see it. Be careful here. Whatever it is, just ignore it. Don't lose your life. I will help you if I can. If I can't help you, don't blame the boss. My brother and I are all here to survive."

"Eh, yes, big brother."

"Okay, Shangdao, let me teach you how to thrive in this slum!"

The policemen in the distance were pulling home, and the members of the Mafia here were also used to it, so they ignored the policeman over there.

"Thank you for your help, brother." The head of the local mafia held out his hand to the man with the Atison logo on his shoulder, intending to shake hands unique to gangsters.

But I saw that the person on the opposite side just extended his hand normally, so he had no choice but to shake a hand normally.

"It's just a transaction. We have to rush to the next location. Can you confirm the safety here?"

"Okay, after this wave of repulsion, we can even launch a counterattack."

"Okay, we need more ammo."

"It's right behind, you can do whatever you want."

"Good luck." After a few words, the Foundation's agents were about to leave.

"Thank you so much. By the way, there is one thing. Although most of the policemen don't care about it, some of them are members of the Bolano family. You should pay attention, brother." I reminded him a bit, and got another piece of information.

"Remember, let's go." The Foundation agent nodded, turned around and rushed to where the ammunition was placed.

"Yes!" A team of Foundation agents left the battlefield neatly.

Behind him, a younger brother who had a good relationship with the boss only dared to approach now.

The boss would think of the previous battles, and couldn't help sighing: "As expected of mercenaries, they are different from us."

"That's right, brother, you didn't see it. They shot each other one by one. It's really naughty, but they turned out to be mercenaries." The younger brother still doesn't know the identity of this group of people.

"I don't know where the news came from. Anyway, that's what everyone said. It seems that Artison was called." The boss is not sure where the news came from, but everyone is so unified.

"Hey, if they join, wouldn't it be easy for our Mafia to unify the whole of San Diego!" The younger brother began to fantasize.

"I'm afraid these people are not that easy to serve. I guess Brother Lei is bleeding a lot."

"Ah, this"

"Didn't you hear what people said, it's just a transaction." The boss analyzed it logically, and the younger brother who said it was stunned for a while, and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Hey, you are still young. Don't be like me. You have been around for so many years before you have such a vision. If you are more knowledgeable, I can also be your teacher."

The boss pretended to be B solemnly, enjoying the adoring eyes of his younger brother.

Things like this began to happen all over San Diego one after another, and the mercenary organization named Artison also became famous and became known to more people.

But when something like this happens, there are naturally some people who are unhappy.

A secret location.

An emergency meeting between the Bolano family and the Ramos gang is underway.

Representatives from both sides have been sitting here for more than an hour, but they still haven't discussed anything useful.

"What's going on with Artison who just popped up all of a sudden, haven't you Bolano figured it out yet?" Ramos' representative asked.

"As I said, it will take some time!" Bolano's representative was not in a hurry.

"Give me some more time, and the Mafia will counterattack! Are you going to hell to investigate!" Representative Ramos is not calm at all, and most of the people who died outside are their people.

"It's an insult to the Bolano family that you said such a thing, I can't treat it as not hearing it!" The representative of Bolano still looked unhurried.

"Come on, am I still afraid of you! Believe it or not, we will go back and stab your asses now! Let you see what a real drug lord is!" Representative Ramos was about to point his nose and curse.

"Hmph, do you think you can be unscrupulous by relying on those people!" This made the representative of Bolano unable to pretend to be calm, and looked at the other side with sharp eyes.

"I'm sorry! We can do whatever we want! You bite me!"

"You bastard!" Representative Bolano was the first to pull out his gun.

Suddenly, in the room, more than a dozen guns began to point at each other.

"I think, let's be more rational and deal with the black hand first." Ramos' number two representative interjected weakly.

"Hmph! You guys from the Ramos gang can hold on a little longer."

"What you said is simple! Don't you still have people from the police! Are they all dead!"

"It's none of your business! You just need to do your own thing according to the agreement!"

"It seems that it's not that we don't want to have a good talk, it's that your Bolano family doesn't look down on us at all, so why talk about it, goodbye!"

(End of this chapter)