The Hillbro neighborhood, the entrance to West Street!

Under the dark darkness of the night was Gunther and the thousands of "rabble" he led.

He stood at the front, followed by the temporary soldiers with guns, then the young men, and at the back were women and children who insisted on living and dying together.

Gunther, like everyone behind him, didn't know that Shen Sen was watching them from the top floor of the building in the distance at this moment.

But unlike the others, Gunther knew that his leader, the Guider of Truth, Mr. Shen Sen, would be involved in the operation and annihilate the Moldy Nation in one fell swoop.

However, before the gentleman can make a move, he needs to take these rabble through a life and death test.

Take fellow blacks of the same skin color and engage in a vengeance war that delivers justice.

And he, as the executor of this test, will carry with him the will of truth, with the mission and expectations that he has given him.

As the first member of the committee under his command, he took the lead and took the lead in the charge.

Only by letting Mr. see their will and fighting spirit, and these "untouchables" who do not see the light of day, will they be finally redeemed and led by the truth.

Gunther turned and looked resolutely at his fellow citizens in front of him, and in their eyes he could see the mixed emotions of passion, hatred, and demise together.

The time has come, ready to fly!

"Compatriots, the enemy is now in front of us, only one step away!"

Gunther lowered his voice, his deep voice like a thick yellow bell.

"Now, I just want to tell you once again what Mr. Shen Sen once said, there is no retreat in the struggle!"

He glanced at the restless crowd and whispered an order.

"Now, young and middle-aged male compatriots, take up your weapons.

Whether you have guns or rocks in your hands, follow me and follow the command. ”

"Women, children, and the elderly stay here, and I will leave ten people with guns with you to ambush in various streets and alleys, using the surrounding buildings and tools in hand to cover and support us."

After Gunther finished speaking, the crowd began to separate in an orderly manner, and finally split into two teams.

This is something they have arranged before, and although the process is chaotic, there has never been a major mess.

The night is getting heavier!

Gunther led a thousand or so young men, carefully hunched over, and walked along the wall in the direction of West Street.

There were all kinds of things in everyone's hands, AK, iron rods, wooden sticks, Molotov cocktails, and even the lime powder that Shen Sen had specially handed over to Gunther before leaving,

War is a science, and there are many things to consider in order to win, but even more to achieve some kind of balance.

With limited funds, Shen Sen finally chose to leave a hundred AK automatic rifles for the residents of Stinky Water Street.

Such a number can almost guarantee that they will not lose badly in the limited casualties, and they will not rely on the crowd tactics to win too quickly.

He needed a sacrifice on the part of these converts to the truth, a bloodshed to awaken their will.

However, the Moldy Country Gang is just a gang after all, and there is no strong sense of vigilance.

Gunther led people all the way in, and apart from the occasional few drunks and addicts who fell to the ground, he did not encounter a single member of the Moldy Gang guarding the door in the middle of the middle of the street.

Although the Moldy Country Gang controls nearly seven or eight thousand West Street residents of West Street, they are engaged in various underground transactions.

But they had only about 400 to 500 men, half of whom were mostly ordinary thugs, only 100 to 200, and were the backbone of the fights and violent actions that often took part in the fighting.

Ordinary gangsters only gather together because of a call when the gang needs them.

Other times, like normal gangsters, when they have money, they go to eat, drink, ticket, gamble, and wait for the next mission and reward.

And the remaining more than 100 people are all real gangsters who are messing around with knives, carrying guns with them, and every time they fight with other gangs, they have a bullet that belongs to them.

Most of the gang were gathered in the base camp of the Moldy Nation Gang, a five-story commercial and residential building, and a few were in the surrounding houses.

The base camp was a high-end apartment complex in Hilbro before it was a slum, but now it is a den of thieves from the Moldy Nation.

More than a hundred people, scattered in and around it, changing shifts day and night, what is in it is self-evident.

It has to be said that the skin of the black man and the night complement each other perfectly, and the natural night protective color makes Gunther and their figures appear blurred, and they came to a place not far from their destination.

"Stop!"

"We're here!"

Cowering in the corner, Gunther lowered his voice and motioned for the team to stop.

Needless to say, those who followed him saw the building lit up in the dark.

The noise of diesel generators mixed with subtle human voices makes it particularly noisy in the silence of the night.

However, this is a symbol of the strength of the mold gang, and in a slum with a desperate lack of electricity, only a few large gangs can generate their own electricity around the clock to meet their needs.

Gunther stared at the building, which, in a way, was a colony of sin.

In addition to the common amorous transactions, gambling, and even human trafficking.

There's nothing you can't do, it's all for money.

"Geku, you take some of the people and go to the surrounding rooms, carefully touch them in or hide them in front of their doors, so as to prevent the scattered members of the Mold Nation Gang from hearing the fighting and rushing to support."

"And you, Baal, all you need to do is to take someone to guard here, and if the enemy counterattacks too strongly, go and damage their generator in time."

"Do you understand?"

Gunther commanded the two black men behind him.

"We understand, Gunther!" The two black men replied in unison.

"Okay, now the rest of the people will come with me!"

"We try to avoid head-to-head confrontations with the enemy, mainly by surprise, and find a way to kill some of their people before they can react."

Although it was the first time that he had brought so many people to attack a well-known underground force, Gunther still tried to come up with some tactics to avoid too many casualties.

There were less than a thousand people behind him now, which was almost half the number before, but now it was about three times the number of people in the mold country gang's base camp.

Outside the brightly lit building, seven or eight members of the Moldy Gang stood crookedly against the wall gate, a little bored.

The dark night, the boring task, a man with a turban couldn't help but yawn.

Glancing at the bright and noisy building behind him, he spat on the ground with some indignation.

"Phew, all the damn guys!"

"Mom, let me guard the door here, and don't even give me a bottle of wine!"

"I curse you to die in the belly of Afari!"

This is definitely a curse, not a good thing, because Affari is a warbler in his sixties who is still "working hard".

Gangs have rules, but most of the time they are still the strong, high-status, ruthless and difficult to mess with, either they have rested early, or they are spending time drinking.

No matter how bad it is, they are also staying in the base camp, leaving a few of them unlucky people with low status standing here to watch the gate for others.

And just as the man was venting his dissatisfaction, a rickety figure appeared in the dim shadows under his vision.

"I can still drink ......"

"Why, I have money, a lot of money, why don't you give me wine!"

"Smack!"

The staggering figure fell to the ground, but crawled a few steps towards the black man guarding the door.

“fu… K, damn drunk, get out of here, or I'll kill you! ”

The black man looked fierce, in this garbage place, every day there are drunkards who come to them after eating the bear's heart and leopard gall.

But at this moment, the figure that fell to the ground flipped over violently, revealing the wallet that had fallen out, and a large handful of banknotes scattered around.

“fuc……！”

The black man was only halfway through this, and then his eyes were drawn to the paper bills that were slightly blown by the wind.

"Wow, look what this is."

"Fat sheep delivered to the door for free!"

"Hmph, those who see it have a share, don't you want to eat it alone, bastards!"

Several voices suddenly interjected in a noisy noise, causing the black man's face to become unhappy for a moment.

"I know, shut up, OK!"

The black man looked at the guards crowded over at this time in an unkind tone, he knew that these windfalls could not be seen and swallowed by him alone, but it still made him a little dissatisfied.

Everyone looked at the banknotes scattered by the wind on the ground, and the black man walked over alone, kicked the drunkard who fell to the ground, and picked up the large pile of scraps of banknotes on the ground.

Several guards also came over at this moment, ready to divide the money, but at this moment.

"Bang Bang!"

"Bang Bang!"

"Bang Bang!"

In an instant, the sound of dozens of guns firing at the same time suddenly sounded.

Even if the marksmanship is not perfect, the short flashes of fire in the night are like bees coming out of the nest in a dense stream, and in a second or two, the guards of the Moldy Country Gang who have gathered together to divide the money are turned into a sieve.

"Everyone, rush me!"

"Throw Molotov cocktails into it first!"

Shooting means being exposed, but everyone is as excited as if they were doping at the moment.

With Gunther's order, the crowd was like a fast-moving train, surrounding the brightly lit building.

First, hundreds of fist-sized rocks were smashed into glass and windows in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of Molotov cocktails were thrown into it one by one as if they didn't want money, only to see countless fires burning in the building in an instant.

“FU… K！ ”

"There are enemies, there are enemies!"

"Grab the gun and run out!"

In the base camp of the moldy country gang, it was like being attacked by bandits, and for a while there were angry scolding, wailing, and running sounds.

"Damn it, damn it, who is so bold that he dares to provoke Lao Tzu!"

"You idiots, the waste has been beaten to the house, and no one has noticed the slightest movement in advance!"

A shirtless white man with a large patch of tattoos all over his body, like a bear standing up, tyrannically rushed towards the exit position.

He was followed by dozens of men with meaty faces and expressions that looked extremely angry at the moment, and Preston also followed him with a gloomy face, moving quickly in the direction of the door.

"Ah, fuc...... k”

A sudden burst of flame, like a flying fiery snake, struck the white boss's face, leaving a burning trail.

"I must, I must kill them!"

After more than ten seconds, a large group of members of the Mold Nation with guns finally rushed out of the burning room.

But as soon as he went out, he encountered the Gunther people who were ambushing at the door.

"It's you, you sewer rats!"

When the enemies met, they were very angry, and Preston and Gunther recognized each other at the first sight.

And at this moment, no matter who it was, neither side said a word of nonsense, and at the first time they saw someone, the trigger was pressed.

The hot bullets from the automatic rifle were constantly hitting the enemy.

"Bang Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Kill them!"

"Revenge!"

"Kill these rats for me!"

For a while, flesh and blood flew!

One second their companions, who were hiding behind cover and firing together, will be hit by a sudden stray bullet the next, and the blood will fall to their legs with the blood flowing out.

Chaos, incredibly chaotic!

The two sides were originally a rabble with slight differences, but when they killed Red Eye, it was like two gangs of thugs fighting in a group, but the weapons in their hands were sharp weapons for killing.

But just as the stone had predicted, there were many people!

After a round of heavy shooting, more than 100 people were killed and hundreds injured on this side of Stinkwater Street.

However, with their number several times greater than that of the enemy, they still wiped out more than half of the gang members who came from all over the country to fight the fire, and there were also hundreds of people on the ground.

Even though there were heavy casualties on both sides, no one on this side of Stinky Water Street wanted to retreat, and they all held their scarlet eyes, looking murderously at the remaining members of the Moldy Gang hiding in the corner, eager to rush forward and exchange their lives.

On the other hand, the Moldy Country Gang was like frost hitting the eggplant, they were frightened by the deadly play style of the opposite side, and they shrank in the corner of the wall to defend stubbornly, and no longer took the initiative to attack.

They are good underworld forces, and it is not bad to kill people without blinking, but they are not outlaws, they do all this to live better, but they don't die in vain.

Preston's face was pale, staring at the other side, his boss had just died, and he was killed instantly by a stray bullet in the heart.

He didn't know what was going on in his head right now, fear, regret, anger, but more of a suddenness seemed to be in disbelief at what that rat-like garbage was doing......

It was getting darker and darker, but the light of the flames shone through the madness and exhaustion on everyone's faces.

Gunther's body was covered in large patches of blood, and there seemed to be wounds of all sizes everywhere, and even a deep flesh hole in the arm where the bones could be seen, and blood was constantly flowing.

His feet were almost piled with the corpses of his compatriots, the barrel of the gun in his hand was hot, and the bullets were running out, but his expression was still resolute, and his eyes shone with an incomprehensible brilliance.

The two sides seem to be stuck in some kind of stalemate!

At this moment, from above the flames that filled the sky, a hideous monster dressed in steel suddenly jumped up, as if stepping on the sky full of sparks, and jumped down with an invincible attitude:

"Bang!"

The steel monster fell to the ground, stirring up a flurry of flying sand and rocks!

At the same time, a majestic and distant electronic synthesis sound that made people involuntarily admire also sounded faintly in this flesh-and-blood space.

"Blood sacrifice for truth, skull sacrifice for the throne!"

"Moldy people, your death has come!"

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