King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 315 304: Bloody Opening

Near Yonkers, a "No Clothes Bar" located off a secluded highway...

Seated in a stolen car, Joe Ga watched the bar that was still open during broad daylight, as well as the two big Eastern European n with bushy beards at the door, shaking his head, he said, "It's my first ti seeing MSLs running this kind of bar, these bastards are truly eye-opening."

Then Joe Ga glanced at Ayu, who was sitting beside him, and said, "You stay in the car later and be responsible for picking us up from the back, you're too conspicuous..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga and 'Pliers' in the front seat got out of the car and walked toward the bar, he said, "Later you'll be in charge of disabling the bar's surveillance system; we'll try not to leave any evidence for the police."

'Pliers' smiled and nodded, saying, "No problem, I'm familiar with the layout of these kinds of bars..."

As they reached the entrance of the bar, the two bearded bruisers opened the electronic door with little enthusiasm. At that mont, Joe Ga drew his gun like lightning and blew their heads off, and then, along with 'Pliers', each propped up a body and burst into the bar.

The bar's décor was predominantly suggestive, with dim lighting filled with enticing hues.

Upon entering, they bolted the front door, sabotaged the electronic lock, Joe Ga shot dead a Mafia security guard who ca to check the noise, and as the girls inside began to scream, he pulled up his scarf over his nose, covering half of his face.

They charged into the bar area and shot a speaker to silence the seductive music...

Seeing everyone panic-stricken and lying on the ground, Joe Ga pressed the communicator and said, "Where are you guys? Send two people to take control of the scene."

No sooner had Joe Ga finished speaking than several gunshots ca from the rear of the bar, and then 'Spur' and 'Orange Cat,' their faces covered, rushed to the center of the bar, tossed a bunch of zip ties on the ground, and jumped onto the bar counter pointing guns at everyone, ordering them to gather together and tie up the people next to them with the zip ties.

Joe Ga crushed the wrist of a waiter trying to call the police, uttered 'Wrong choice,' and then walked down a corridor behind the bar.

Passing the changing room, he saw a group of naked dancers squatting on the ground shivering, which made Joe Ga sowhat uncomfortable; he shook his head and entered an office next to the dancers' changing room.

For Joe Ga and his team, raiding such a bar was not difficult at all.

Seeing two bodies lying dead at the office door, the mont Joe Ga pushed the door open, he heard a piercing scream...

Four big bearded n were squatting in the center of the office, guarded by 'Dart.'

anwhile, 'dic Officer Bird' was helping 'Jackal' to hold down a middle-aged man as he cut off the man's third finger...

"Where is the heart?"

After 'Jackal' asked in a grave tone, realizing the man was rely struggling and yelling frantically, he swiftly cut off the remaining fingers on his right hand, then threw all the fingers into an ashtray and pushed it in front of him, asking again, "Where is the heart?"

Joe Ga watched the unfortunate man's tearful appearance; he shook his head, went over, and picked up a cigar lighter from the desk, letting the intense windproof fla singe the man's wounds...

After cauterizing the wounds from all five fingers, Joe Ga then looked at the unfortunate man who had fainted several tis and said, "Your n tried to abduct a boy from Yonkers Hospital, but they failed, yet they took sothing very important.

They are your gang's mbers; where would they go?"

As the unfortunate man blankly digested the question, Joe Ga shot one of the gangsters squatting on the ground in the back of the head.

Due to the angle and distance of the shot, the 10mm hollow-point bullet entered the back of the head and exploded out through the bridge of the nose, leaving a fist-sized hole.

As the body tipped over from bumping into the person next door, a face that looked as if it had been nibbled by ghosts was exposed before the unfortunate man.

Seeing Joe Ga point the gun toward his groin, the shivering man yelled out, "The steel mill, our boss is at the steel mill; they have a big operation today, and most of our people are there..."

Joe Ga looked up at 'Jackal' and after confirming there was such a place near Yonkers, he nodded at 'Jackal,' and said, "Kill them all; we're heading to the steel mill!"

'Dart,' who was guarding the prisoners, hesitated for a mont, then suddenly grinned and shot the three prisoners in the head.

'Jackal,' however, chose to slice the unfortunate man's throat with a knife and then grabbed his still intact hand to cover the wound, saying in an emotionless tone, "This cut is for the daughter of the Kruger family..."

After finishing, 'Jackal' let go, allowing the extrely terrified unfortunate man to fall to the ground. He then looked at Joe Ga, who was simply not like the modern city people, and gratefully said, "Thank you, boss!"

Curiously, Joe Ga asked, "Did you know him before?"

'Jackal' nodded and said, "Where I live is Albanian territory, and they've done a lot of disgusting things; this guy was in charge of the won..."

Joe Ga glanced at the unfortunate man lying on the ground, too scared to cry out for rcy loudly, understanding, he nodded and then pressed his communicator, saying, "Pliers, is the job done?"

"It's done."

After 'Pliers' replied, from a hidden staircase on the second floor ca a minor explosion and pungent smoke.

Joe Ga peered out to see 'Pliers' rushing down from the second floor; he let go of the communicator and called out, "'Spur,' 'Orange Cat,' set up a fake tid bomb at the entrance to give the cops coming later a little trouble; we're retreating through the back door."

Joe Ga had reached the back door of the bar while speaking, and 'Pliers', catching up with a smile, said, "Why set up a fake one? We should leave a little surprise for the cops, remind them that New York isn't paradise."

While saying this, 'Pliers' took out a bomb made of a cellphone and sothing that looked like C4 from his bag and stuck it to the wall on the inside of the door. Then, using a semi-transparent fishing line, he rigged a booby trap. If the back door was pulled open, the bomb on the inside would explode.

Joe Ga wasn't too keen on killing cops, so he frowned and said to the interested 'Pliers', "Man, you got a grudge against the cops here?"

Once everyone had left, 'Pliers' wound the fishing line around the door lock's latch several tis, then slowly closed the back door.

Hearing Joe Ga's words, 'Pliers' smiled and shook his head, saying, "Boss, you can relax, it's just a simple shock bomb. It'll explode if touched, but it won't hurt people.

New York's bomb squad rejected , a superman who had defused 376 bombs in the Middle East. They thought I was mad and wouldn't even offer a job.

I just want to send them a ssage..."

Joe Ga couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle. It wasn't until he sat in Ayu's car that he realized none of the bodyguards 'Spur' had picked for him were normal people.

One was a clearly PDST-stricken EOD veteran abandoned by society.

One was an Indian with a clear hatred tendency.

One was an HRT dismissed for overly violent law enforcent tactics.

One was a signal flag swallowing his anger in a gang-dense area because his son was seriously ill.

These were all skilled individuals, but their abilities made them unfit for normal society.

Waving his hand for Ayu to drive and follow the car ahead, Joe Ga then turned back to 'Spur' and said, "They're all good bodyguards!"

'Spur' wasn't sure how those guys were acting like qualified 'bodyguards' and said helplessly, "Boss, it's to match your style. Real bodyguards doing this would be complained about to death."

While speaking, 'Spur' adjusted the AR rifle in his hands, hesitated for a mont, and said, "Boss, maybe you shouldn't join the fight later. The Albanian Mafia has fierce firepower, and we only have eight people."

Joe Ga pulled out a box of pistol bullets and several magazines from his backpack, pressed the bullets while laughing, and said, "My career has taught one thing: Either don't do it, or do your best."

With that, Joe Ga slamd a magazine into the 'Super Jagare', then turned around with a smile, "Don't let those who trust you down; that's my secret to success!

You also got sothing wrong. We are ten people, 'Devil Bird' and 'Elephant' have already found the hiding place of the gunn ambushing us and are now on their way to join us.

No matter how fierce the Mafia's firepower is, they're still just a gang; they can't fight a tough battle!

Actually, I prefer how I feel right now; it makes feel quite at ease!

I think this is a reminder from God that I was born for this line of work!!"

.........

Outside the Lower Manhattan precinct, police had cordoned off the area where the firefight had taken place.

Daniel looked at the body of the Eastern European worker slumped in the corner, yanked on his earlobe anxiously, and said to Interpol officer Serial, "These people are treating New York like a battlefield. That 'Hu Lang' you speak so highly of, he's hunting people as if they were animals."

Serial flipped over a body and noticed that most of the bullet-ridden individuals didn't have exit wounds. Looking up at Daniel, he said, "He's using hollow-point bullets, they're vicious.

But you have to admit, these types of rounds that are less likely to cause exit wounds not only stop well but also minimize collateral damage."

Daniel, looking at Serial as if he wanted to discuss sothing academic, and pointing at a body with half its face blown away, said irritably, "Do you think it's a good thing that 'Hu Lang' is using such weapons in New York?"

Serial nodded seriously and said, "If it's 'Hu Lang', then it is a good thing!

I bet you'll only find the bullets in the bodies, nowhere else."

Patting Daniel's arm, Serial added, "Hu Lang is vicious, but his cruelty is controlled!

But it's different with those gangs; they don't care about civilian casualties around them for their objectives.

Daniel, interrogate that customs officer's husband. We need to know who's paying him.

Unearthing those people beforehand can prevent more casualties.

Buddy, Hu Lang was led into a trap by two cops; he was fighting back in self-defense. If we don't hurry, by the ti he finds his target and starts attacking, you'll realize what's happening here is minor."

Just as Daniel was being persuaded, his partner Ailin ca running over anxiously, saying, "A strip club in Yonkers was attacked; the caller from the bar said that several people burst in, killed a dozen or so mbers of the Albanian Mafia, and then set up bombs at the front and back doors…"