CHAPTER 50: 50. CLEAN UP! CLEAN UP! CLEAN UP! (NEW BOOK ASKING FOR COLLECTION AND FOLLOW-UP READING)

"Johnny, fuck you!"

Wild Dog, who has been in the underworld for so long, also has a natural instinct for crisis.

In the instant Johnny almost raised his gun, Wild Dog leapt without hesitation and hid behind a piece of cover.

But his other subordinates in the Wild Dog Gang didn’t have his quick reaction time, and half of them were pierced instantly under the fire from Johnny and the others, caught off guard!

Pfft, pfft!

The bullets pierced into flesh, making a dull sound, and blood gushed out from the bullet holes.

These subordinates of Wild Dog, after all, are people who lick blood off the edge of the blade, not scared silly by the sudden attack.

The remaining ones immediately shrank behind cover, hesitating not at all to draw their guns, poised to retaliate.

But Johnny caught, out of the corner of his eye, a few familiar figures blocking the way they came from in the alley.

Seeing those familiar figures, Johnny’s pupils contracted sharply, and the leader was a woman with wheat-colored skin.

The daughter of that old man, a little cheetah.

With scars still on her body and face from being beaten by him and his men, that fairly pretty face was contorted beyond recognition.

Holding a low-grade rifle often seen in gang battles at the bottom rung, this kind of rifle produced by small workshops, loud, strong recoil, prone to jamming and even barrel explosions.

But undeniably, the bullets fired from this gun were equally deadly and liked by gang members due to its cheap cost.

At this moment, as the low-grade gun muzzle pointed at him, a deep sense of despair and desolation welled up inside Wild Dog!

He instinctively raised his handgun, just about to pull the trigger, but the woman along with the others previously captured by him simultaneously pulled the trigger.

Ratatatata!

Massive bullets flew out.

In this narrow alley, there’s no escape.

No solution to the killing intent.

Wild Dog could only watch helplessly as those bullets came flying, hitting his arm, leg, and chest with severe pain, making Wild Dog scream in agony.

His other subordinates didn’t have time to react and were still shooting it out with Johnny and the others at the front, caught off guard by the gunfire and bullets from behind.

Almost instantly, all the people Wild Dog brought lost their ability to resist.

Including Wild Dog himself.

He had been hit by at least a dozen bullets, his body punched full of holes, blood constantly spewing from his mouth, holding onto the last breath, staring fiercely at Johnny and the approaching woman.

Wild Dog couldn’t understand why Johnny suddenly turned on him?

Wild Dog also didn’t understand why the woman he sold out was coming with a gun for revenge?

Until he saw a person.

Chen Che.

His previous business partner.

Chen Che stretched lazily and walked over from the middle of the crowd, standing before Wild Dog, the bloody scent hitting Chen Che’s nostrils.

For some reason, such a bloody scene didn’t make Chen Che feel physically uncomfortable.

At least not cause nausea or other feelings.

Perhaps this body’s long exposure to such scenes on the Wasteland made it commonplace, eliciting no physical reaction.

Chen Che crouched beside the dying Wild Dog, took his communicator, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with a foot, calmly saying, "I told you, you couldn’t handle this."

"You... you..."

Wild Dog stared intently at Chen Che, this lunatic, he is a lunatic!

Chen Che turned to glance at the woman, who immediately drew the knife from her waist, approached Wild Dog, grabbed his hair, and sliced off Wild Dog’s head.

She grabbed Wild Dog’s head by the hair, slammed it onto the ground heavily, shattering it like a watermelon, and screamed with heart-wrenching intensity.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

The woman even after avenging was still in pain.

"It’s not over yet."

Chen Che glanced at Johnny, who nodded, leading the way ahead. Chen Che looked at the woman again and said, "Follow us."

The woman stomped on Wild Dog’s skull, the red and white mashed under her foot, stepping boldly along with Johnny.

Watching this scene, Chen Che contemplated, rubbing his chin.

Hmm, now I do feel a bit like vomiting.

...

Wild Dog’s headquarters was in a warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, a dozen members of the Wild Dog Gang were boasting and chatting.

Wild Dog left his second-in-command, Black Dog, to mind the place.

A burly Black guy, Black Dog always felt uneasy.

"Damn it, what was with the gunfire just now?"

"Why’s the second-in-command in a hurry? This God-forsaken place, Ant Street, it’s weird if no shots are fired."

"Damn it, I sense something wrong. The boss just sent a message, saying he was on his way back. This gunfire doesn’t add up. Everyone, stop playing, grab your weapons and go check it out with me."

The Wild Dog Gang members looked at each other but still, under the second-in-command’s orders, grabbed their weapons, just opened the warehouse doors.

What greeted them wasn’t light, but a hail of merciless bullets.

Ratatatata!

Many Wild Dog Gang members were caught off guard, their bodies instantly riddled with bullets, prompting the remaining gang members to shout in panic and find cover.

Bang! Several grenades were thrown from the warehouse windows, smashing the glass.

The explosion echoed instantly inside the warehouse, flipping people over, smoke billowing everywhere.

"Fuck!" Black Dog cursed frantically, panic-driven, started to hide.

A trace of fear flashed across Black Dog’s face.

It’s clear the enemies have come but Black Dog couldn’t fathom which enemy the Wild Dog Gang offended would necessitate using grenades, such heavy weapons?

Are these people mad?

Using such large-scale weapons in gang war... The key is that such precious weapons like grenades aren’t affordable for all gangs.

"Damn it, hold the line! Hold it! The commotion is too big; the cops won’t ignore it! We must hold the line!"

Black Dog shouted.

Usually, the local police wouldn’t bother with fights on Ant Street, but in situations like this, with shots fired and grenades used, the police would come to maintain control.

Because once these gang members go on a killing spree, expanding beyond Ant Street into Upper City District, things would turn ugly.

So when these gang fights escalate to this level, the police patrols would come to keep a degree of order, benefiting from the chaos.

After all, essentially, Ant Street is half occupied by Upper City District.

...

Fierce gunshots and grenade explosions could be heard throughout Ant Street prompting everyone to look towards the source of the sound.

"Which two gangs have gone crazy, causing such commotion?"

"Damn, the cops are coming again."

"Hehehe, wonder which two gangs are fighting madly, when the cops arrive, they’ll bleed, get a chunk taken out."

Many people in Ant Street were discussing.

Bobby led his subordinates smoking on the road leading to the battlefield.

Soon, they saw two police patrol squads, wearing standard bulletproof vests with well-equipped weapons and shields, approaching rapidly.

From their weapons, the difference between gang members and elite police units was clear.

No exaggeration, one police patrol squad’s combat power could easily wipe out most of Ant Street’s gangs.

Of course, that’s assuming one-on-one.

Bobby stepped forward to block the police’s path, the leading squad leader opened his mouth to curse, but Bobby directly flashed his credentials, saying, "Special Operations Department business."

Seeing the words Special Operations Department, the squad leader gulped, knowing Director An’s reputation is widespread.

The squad leader gave an embarrassed smile and said, "Oh, the Special Operations Department, but aren’t you causing quite a stir, need us to help?"

Seeing such tactfulness from the squad leader, Bobby also smiled and handed over a cigarette, saying, "Sorry, brothers, my boss is cleaning up. Causing a bit of a stir, could you maintain order on the perimeter, just in case things go south?"

The squad leader’s eyes lit up seeing Bobby’s offered cigarette, and hearing the mention of ’boss’, his heart skipped a beat.

Could it be a bigshot from the Special Operations Department?

The squad leader accepted the cigarette with a smile, saying, "No problem, that’s exactly our job..."

At his command, both patrol squads stood guard right there.