Chapter 216 Cleaning the Casino
Walking down from the roof of the motel, they began to clean up the battlefield, which was filled with smoke and the smell of blood.
Sig couldn't help but sigh: "Boss, we used so much explosives. I guess the FBI will get involved in the investigation if they find out. At least for the sake of stability, we have to do a good job of surface work and public opinion."
"FBI? Do you think they are gods? This is the suburbs, not the city. The dead are black, not white. There is no one here. Have you ever heard of the saying that money makes the world go round?"
The Motorcycle Gang has done so much human trafficking and they don't care about it. The gangs are seizing guns every day in the city and they are too lazy to investigate. How much performance can he bring to people by just firing a firecracker? Can he get the agent and the team leader a promotion and a raise?
Zhang Ailun also instructed the Beggar Gang disciples to find the music copies and destroy them, and Lao Hei downstairs pulled the copies to an abandoned vehicle and burned them so as not to leave any extra clues.
A group of people crossed the street and came to the devastated tire shop. There were broken glass all over the floor and dark smoke marks left by the explosion on the walls.
Seeing that Old Black was still alive in the corner, the Beggars' Sect disciples immediately pointed their weapons at them and notified the chief leader, "Boss, there are still some who are not dead yet."
Zhang Ailun just waved his hand without even looking at it, "Take it away and dispose of it."
"okay."
Watching Lao Hei being dragged away by the Beggars' Sect disciples, Zhang Ailun ordered the Beggars' Sect disciples to clean up the bullet casings, pull out a water pipe from the store, and start cleaning the bloodstains on the ground.
Seeing that the fight was over, Blitzcrank got off the armed escort vehicle and began looking for the source of the music copy with his notebook.
Zhang Ailun was listening to Sig's report. The consumption of guns and ammunition was not too great. Twenty drones were used, and there were no casualties.
Soon, the traces on the battlefield were almost cleared, and the Beggars' Sect disciples found two copies of the USB flash drives from the tire shop and the car repair shop, and handed them over to the chief leader. They also found some cash.
"Just destroy it."
Zhang Ailan took a look at the USB drive, then gave it to Blitz, who inserted it into his laptop to browse the files. After confirming that it was correct, he handed it to Bailey.
The other party took the USB drive and threw it on the ground, smashing it into pieces with two bangs.
Zhang Allen did not take the rolls of banknotes, which amounted to about five or six thousand US dollars. The chief leader naturally did not care about such a small profit, so he directly ordered the Beggar Gang disciples to divide it equally, and everyone got a share.
The Beggars' Sect disciples were of course delighted after receiving the money, and they worked even harder. With swift hands and feet, they threw the black men together, poured gasoline on them, and then ignited a huge fire.
"Boss, there's a phone call coming in."
The Beggar Gang disciple was holding a mobile phone that he had searched from the black leader, and the number of a friend in the address book was displayed. Zhang Ailun took a look at the phone and saw the note "boss". He thought it should be the leader of the Motorbike Organization, so he hung up and threw the phone into the fire.
He turned around, led everyone into the car, fastened their seat belts, and ordered, "Let's go to the underground entertainment venue."
We are ready to strike while the iron is hot and wipe out all of Motobang's industries here, uprooting them completely.
Sig was in charge of driving. He started the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove off the street. The Beggar Gang disciples packed up their equipment and followed him out of the street.
Only the burning flames were left, and the street was filled with the smell of barbecue for half a day.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the underground entertainment venue and camped next to the parking lot across the street. Zhang Ailun looked through the window at the black people outside. They were completely unaware of what was happening in another area.
The building looks more like a warehouse with a textile factory logo hanging on it. If you don’t go in and take a look, no one would have thought that this is actually an illegally operated underground casino.
He took out Victor from his tactical chest bag and told Blitzcrank to decipher the camera. He cut off the power for them and told the Beggars' Sect disciples to be ready to get off the car and take action at any time.
Sig held the VSS and set up the gun line, with the scope already aimed at the old black men standing outside. He observed the movements on the second floor through the window and saw several figures in the box, but the glass was specially made and the picture could not be seen clearly from the outside.
As Blitz cracked the casino's signal, the camera went dark, the lights in the entire warehouse went out, and immediately there was a chaotic sound of cursing and noise. The black man on duty was also a little dumbfounded.
"Why did the power suddenly go out?"
"Do it!!"
Following Zhang Ailun's order, the Beggar Gang disciples got out of the car, holding submachine guns and shooting at the black man on the opposite street across the road.
Thug, tug, tug, tug! ! !
Lao Hei was caught off guard and hit by a hail of bullets. He was riddled with bullets and fell to the ground.
The people in the house heard the gunshots and started to panic.
"Someone is shooting outside!!"
"Shit! Could it be the FBI?!"
"No way!"
In the VIP box upstairs, the black casino manager was drinking and chatting with his employees. There were colorful chips on the table, and opposite was a dog cage with several naked white girls and out-of-town gamblers who owed debts.
As the lights downstairs went out, gunshots and noise were heard, and they realized something was wrong.
The supervisor pushed the woman beside him away and quickly asked someone to activate the backup power supply to provide fire support to the casino downstairs. He then turned around and ran into the cubicle to enter the password on the safe.
After opening it, he revealed wads of cash inside, took out an M4, a satellite phone and a data USB drive, and put all the cash into a black briefcase.
Just as he was about to leave, Sig, who had been waiting outside for a long time, saw a shadow with a gun passing by the window and pulled the trigger without saying a word.
With a snap, the bullet penetrated the glass on the second floor. The casino manager wailed, his shoulder blade was penetrated, the M4 fell out of his hand, and he lay on the ground, covering his shoulder and crawling awkwardly, turning around and trying to run behind the obstacle.
However, without the glass to affect his vision, Sig saw his figure clearly through the infrared night vision goggles. He pulled the trigger again, and two shots hit the target accurately!
One shot in the chest and one in the head.
Lao Hei groaned and fell to the ground. The satellite phone in his hand fell out of his hand and he opened the address book but couldn't make a call.
Zhang Ailun ordered the Beggar Gang disciples to attack from the front and back, break into the casino, and take control of the situation.
The Beggar Gang disciple came to the gate, stepped over Lao Hei's body on the ground, looked left and right, took out a stun grenade, kicked open the door of the casino, and immediately threw it in. It exploded on the first floor with a bang.
"Don't move! FBI!!!"
The Beggars' Sect disciples rushed in with guns. They found that the first floor was indeed a textile factory. Several white and Asian people in work clothes raised their hands in fear. There were also two unlucky people lying on the ground who were knocked unconscious by the stun bomb.
In addition to the textile equipment in the hall, the interior building also has a second floor and a basement floor. On the left hand side there is an iron frame staircase leading to the second floor, which is also the monitoring room and security room of the casino executives. The blue door on the right hand side is the stairwell leading to the underground casino.
Upon seeing this, Bailey immediately reported the situation to the chief leader outside, "The first floor is a textile factory with a lot of textile equipment, and some people are working overtime here."
The blue door was pushed open from the inside out, and several black people ran out from the casino downstairs. They were holding flashlights in their hands, and when they saw the fully armed men, they immediately raised their hands and weapons and wanted to shoot.
With a bang, before they could react, the bullet pierced through the head, and red and white things splattered on the wall. It was Sig who fired the shot!
After dealing with the unknown person upstairs, he turned his gun around and went to help the Beggar Gang disciples from a distance.
At the same time, the door of the room on the second floor was opened, and several black motorcycle gang members armed with guns filed out, ready to provide fire support to the people downstairs, but without lights, they could not see anything clearly.
The alert Beggar Gang disciples looked up and saw them through the night vision goggles, and immediately raised their hands and fired at them! Several old blacks were shot into sieves before they could react, and fell headfirst, and some were hanging on the stairwell and swinging.
Zhang Ailun immediately ordered the Beggar Gang disciples to throw tear gas and smoke bombs downstairs.
Bailey and the Beggars' Gang kicked the door open and threw tear gas into the casino. With a burst of violent coughing, the people inside were soon fainted. After waiting for a few minutes, the atmosphere suddenly became cold and quiet. They did not rush in because the casino's terrain was complicated and not suitable for street fighting.
Zhang Ailun led his men to the first floor of the underground casino, stepped over the bullet shells and Lao Hei's body on the ground, and took out the drone from his handbag. He flew the drone into the underground casino.
Through the perspective of the drone, we could clearly see the general situation on the underground first floor. It was filled with smoke, and the gas bombs and smoke bombs on the ground were spewing thick smoke. The chips on the table were in a mess, the tables, chairs and benches were upside down, and there were people lying under the tables, shivering.
There were a few black men from the motorcycle gang hiding with guns in the corner of the underground floor. When they heard the sound of the drone, they couldn't help but stick their heads out to watch.
The chief leader laughed. Do you think we can't see you if you hide in a corner and act like Voldemort?
What are you looking at!!
Zhang Ailun operated the drone handle, accelerated suddenly, and pushed the forward gear lever all the way to the bottom. The drone whooshed into a corner where two or three old black men were hiding.
The trigger detonated the clay explosives. Bang! A violent explosion! Flames shot up into the sky! The fragments of the drone flew everywhere. The fate of those black men was imaginable.
There were chaotic screams and wails coming from downstairs, crying out to the sky.
Zhang Ailun waited for a while before letting the Beggars' Sect disciples go downstairs with guns to conduct a sweep, leaving only two people on the first floor to control the situation. He followed closely behind, holding a gun and coming to the casino on the underground first floor.
He took out his headset and informed Blitzcrank, "Connect to the power supply."
Blitz received the message and immediately restored power to the casino.
The lights came on again, and Zhang Ailun took off his night vision goggles and looked at the miserable situation in the casino on the underground first floor. Old Black was torn into pieces, and many gamblers were hiding in the corners and trembling. Some people were also knocked unconscious by the explosion, or choked to death.
Zhang Ailun waved his hand and asked the Beggar Gang disciples to turn on the exhaust fan for ventilation. After a few minutes, the air became clear.
When I arrived at the accounting office, I saw a beautiful dealer with blonde hair, blue eyes, cool clothes, black stockings and long legs, squatting in a corner with her colleagues, with her head in her arms.
“Boss, what do you want to do…” The other party’s face turned pale with fright, and he trembled as he looked at the fully-armed masked bandits.
"Are you the FBI?!" A gambler in a suit and a gold watch mustered up the courage to ask.
He stood up and explained, "I'm Korean!! I'm here to travel!"
Zhang Ailun took a look and ignored the fool. He knocked on the counter of the accounting office. The Beggar Gang disciple next to him understood and immediately threw her a handbag.
“Full!!”
Zhang Ailun said lightly.
"Okay, sir." The dealer wiped her tears, her eyeshadow makeup was smudged, and she held the black handbag tremblingly. She turned around and took out stacks of banknotes from the counter machine.
The situation was urgent, and she didn't have time to check the authenticity of the items, so she stuffed them directly into her handbag.
I don't know if it was because he was too excited, but he seemed clumsy and dropped a lot of banknotes, all of which were $100 Franklin notes. This action also aroused the dissatisfaction of the Beggar Gang disciples, and they couldn't help but sigh.
What a waste! Pick it up now!
The dealer was so scared that he started to cry, sobbing, "Sir, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me..."
The colleagues nearby also rushed over to help her.
When the gamblers behind saw their posture, they realized that they were obviously not the FBI, but more like robbers who were robbing each other. They were a little scared and didn't dare to breathe.
The tourist who said he was Korean earlier also got a little scared and quickly retreated to a corner, holding his head and muttering, "Ah... America is really too dangerous, I will never come here again. Those black people are too unreliable, didn't they say they have a lot of power here?"
The younger brother next to him said, "Boss, the situation has changed. We probably can't take those people away with us. Let's find a way to get them away."
"Xiba, when have I, Park Guk-chang, ever been so cowardly? If we were in the Republic of Korea, I wouldn't even take these people seriously." Park Guk-chang cursed angrily.
The Beggars' Sect disciple heard him babble and didn't know what he was talking about. He walked over and kicked him, "Hey! What are you talking about? Be honest! Isn't the watch on your wrist nice? Take it off!"
"This is a Rolex... fake." The other party hurriedly explained.
"Take it off!" the Beggar Gang disciple shouted without question and fired a shot directly at his feet.
"Okok!!" Seeing the other party being so rude, Park Guk-chang was frightened. He quickly took off his gold Rolex and handed it over, nodding and bowing.
"Boss. Look what I found!" The Beggar Gang disciple took the watch and ran over to present it to the chief leader.
Zhang Ailun took the watch and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Rolex."
"It belongs to that Korean guy. He seems to be very rich!" The Beggar Gang disciple pointed at a few people squatting in the corner and suggested, "They look like bad guys with shifty eyes. They are sitting in the VIP seats. They are probably in the same group with those motorcycle gangs. Should we get some more from him?"
Zhang Ailun asked Blitz through the headset.
Blitz replied, "Those Koreans are probably informants for the organ trade with MotorBang. They came here to negotiate a human trafficking deal."
Zhang Ailun understood clearly and thought: "Go, launder all the cash on them. Then find a place to deal with them."
"Okay." The Beggar Gang disciple immediately went over with a gun.
When several Koreans saw this plague god coming again, they couldn't help but curse inwardly, lowering their eyebrows and saying: "We are tourists! We are good people! We are good citizens who come here to do business!"
"You! Guess the size."
The Beggar Gang disciple didn't listen to his babble of explanation. He tidied up the gambling table, shook the dice twice, and put them on the table, signaling him to place a bet.
He said with a straight face: "Guess quickly! If you don't guess, I will beat you to death!!"
“…” Park Guk-chang got angry.
"Siba...big, I guess."
"Congratulations, you guessed it right! But you have to pay me one hundred thousand US dollars! Because our rules are the rules." The Beggar Gang disciple opened the sieve, and 445 was thirteen points big.
Park Guochang was instantly furious. "I won and I have to give you money? You are robbers, so what?"
"Boss, we don't have that much money." Several people said with some embarrassment.
"Just take out as much money as you have. If you can't, I'll cut off your kidneys! Hurry!" the Beggar Gang disciples urged.
After a discussion, several people took out $2 in cash from their bags.
The Beggars' Sect disciples continued to urge them to take the money.
"We have no more! I want to ask for a call to your boss! I want to make a deal with him!" Park Guk-chang yelled.
"Korean guy, are you qualified to talk to our boss? Who the hell are you? Get out of here!"
Seeing that they had been squeezed dry and were no longer of any use, the Beggars' Sect disciples immediately took people to detain them, dragged them out and executed them by firing squad.
(End of this chapter)
