Although it is necessary to fight with other gangs, it is almost impossible to win all the gangs with the 1928 gang alone, and the best case scenario is to die with other gangs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So he decided to take the entire port area in one fell swoop, Thomson gathered several gang leaders, held an operational meeting, and finally formulated a battle plan - staged a discordant plan.

"I'm really not sure, will they believe it?" asked Patrick.

"No problem, Thomson's men have people who have defected from their opponents," said the madman, "and as long as our inducement is successful, they will spread rumors and blame each other within the rival gangs. ”

"Really......"

The slum gangs come in all shapes and sizes, and Thomson has his eye on two of the larger ones: Manhattan and Boolean. Here, the gangsters chose logos that were related to their trade, with Manhattan opting for the four-leaf clover, which they believed would bring them good luck, and the Boers using wrenches, meaning they dominated the market for smuggling and modifying vehicles.

However, even to cover up the situation, 1928 would destroy a batch of olive oil...... There's no guarantee that the enemy will believe it, right? This kind of enemy, believing in himself rather than a gun and a high-tech enemy, Patrick has encountered this for the first time. No matter how you say it, it is impossible to convince everyone.

"Rest assured, these people may not rely on the precise data on the instrument, but they do so on their own judgment. Since some people defected to their own gang to help 1928, it shows that it is the desire of the people, and smart people will either remain silent or take advantage of the situation to help us. ”

It's really troublesome, starting from people's self-interest, in order to have a higher quality of life in the future, this is indeed the best choice.

"Are you good not only at electronic warfare, but also at psychological warfare, madness?"

"It's just so-so. ”

The night is dark and windy, and it's time to act. Patrick removed the Saker from behind, pulled the safety bolt of the gun, and put his right index finger on the trigger.

He's targeting Manhattan, the cancer gang of drug traffickers, and he's going to tell them tonight that their humble luck is useless.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to split up, Patrick," said the madman, "I'm going to direct the G41 to blow up the smuggling ship." ”

"Say this to G41, it took me a lot of effort to get her to listen to you. Don't get too angry, you know?"

"Yes, yes. ”

Communication is lost. Patrick took a deep breath, and the slightly salty sea breeze filled his lungs, cheering him up a little. He put on the filter, jumped off the roof, and disappeared into the night.

The target is a nondescript warehouse, located in the depths of the Manhattan gang, guarded 24 hours a day, and trucks are required to show proof to enter and exit, and as long as there is no proof, the guards will shoot you on the spot without saying a word, and there is no room for maneuver.

Unlike Patrick, who had to be careful to avoid light sources, these minions stood guard one by one at the behest of their boss as human targets. They don't need to look around them, their death is the best warning, and the sudden fall of a person under a streetlight could not be more conspicuous.

Then there will be patrols in pairs around the warehouse, carefully moving away from the street lights and adapting to the darkness. I have to say that this arrangement is very ingenious, and the leader of Manhattan is quite smart.

However, Patrick has an overwhelming advantage, and advanced science and technology completely disdain this kind of cleverness. Tired of the smell of rot on the streets, Patrick rushed straight to the warehouse, and with the help of optical camouflage, thirty seconds were enough to pass in front of the guards' eyes and complete the climb over the wall.

Easily climbing over the fence, Patrick pushed open the door to the warehouse. In the night vision, even though he saw a patch of green, he could still distinguish what the mountains of plants were in front of him.

The raw leaves of a freshly picked cannabis plant. Is this a place to store ingredients......

Forget it, it's not a place to care about this little detail.

The trouble is, Patrick can't just set the poisonous plants on fire – the smoke and dust are all over the port, and walking down the street is no different from taking drugs.

He had no choice but to abandon the destruction of the original leaves and instead set his sights on the trucks containing the goods. Patrick planted the bomb on the gate, then started the truck, accelerated and detonated the bomb, and he rushed out of the warehouse in the flames.

This naturally alarmed the nearby Manhattan faction, who woke up one after another, immediately figured out the situation, and fired at Patrick from the window and other places. Patrick saw the roadblock blocking the road from the scanned imagery and quickly turned the steering wheel to change the way.

This group of guys is well-trained and does not lose at all to the previous army. Patrick sighed, pulled out the Valkyrie grenade launcher, filled it with a special ammo, and then stuck out the window and fired it into the sky.

The grenade dragged a long smoke into the air, then released a glow comparable to that of the sun. This level of course can't blind people, but it's enough to keep enemies who are accustomed to dark vision from opening their eyes for a while.

At the same time, Patrick turned off the lights, took his foot off the throttle, and slowly turned with the help of inertia. The moment the light went out, the truck disappeared like a ghost.

Finally Patrick drove to the dock and parked the car. This is the domain of another small gang, and it is only a matter of time before the people of Manhattan search for it, so they will be blamed for it.

"Hey, that's a good thing you guys did, right?" Thomson's voice rang over the communicator.

"Yes, the operation against Manhattan has been successful. ”

"Okay, then I'll start on that side too. ”

Tut...... In the end, the Saker didn't fire a single shot.

Patrick got out of the car, ready to contact Maniac and walked back to the territory of 1928.

"Master?"

Patrick looked back to find the G41 soaking wet. It looked like she had swam all the way from the smuggling boat, and he wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't called him out.

"Done?"

"It's not close. Madness replied.

As soon as the words fell, there was a tremor in the distance, and the water splashed several meters high.

"Didn't I say don't go too far?"

"Each other, hahaha!" laughed maniacally.

"I didn't blow up an entire ship. ”

"It's a submarine, a submarine. ”

Patrick glanced at G41, not intending to argue with madness any longer. He walked over and put his coat on the girl's wet body.

"Thank you, host. It's warm, you can feel the owner's body temperature!"

"Come on, let's go back," Patrick patted the G41, "I'm going to catch a cold if I stay for a long time." ”

"Yes!"

He heard the sirens blaring, and it was time to retreat.

"Crazy, what's next?"

"Wait and see. ”