Hell's Kitchen,
Outside a factory that produces certain chemical raw materials.
Three black seven-seater commercial vehicles avoided the cameras and parked in the corner outside the chemical plant.
The car door opened, and a group of burly men wearing bulletproof vests, fully enclosed helmets, and holding AK-47 rifles walked down from the business car quietly.
"Team A is in place!"
More than a dozen fully armed gunmen hid in the shadows in the corner of the factory. After finishing their report, they all remained silent, waiting for orders from their headsets.
In the chemical plant, machines were roaring and from the yard from time to time, the sound of men drinking and playing finger-guessing games could be heard.
A dark cloud came and obscured the moon.
After waiting in silence for half an hour, a cold voice came from the headset:
"action!"
A dozen fully armed former special forces soldiers pulled off their night vision goggles.
They worked in groups of two, one stepped on the other's hand, lifted and supported, and soon sent the person to the top of the wall.
A dozen killing machines from the federal army faced a group of gangsters.
Soon, the loose gangsters were covered by their mouths and had their necks wiped by big hands that stretched out from the darkness.
The hissing sound of blood spurting from the neck and the puffs of the silenced pistol were all drowned out by the sound of the wind in the night.
… …
Hell's Kitchen, a Japanese-style Kabukicho, is the most popular bar and club in the two blocks.
The singing girls from Japan are very much in line with the tastes of some middle-class people.
In particular, Japanese women boast of their Yamato Nadeshiko-like service attitude and superb skills, which attracts a constant stream of customers.
This also makes Kabukicho one of the important places of the Big Foot Gang.
For a place like this that makes a lot of money every day, the Big Foot Gang would naturally arrange someone to look after the place.
In the inner security room of the dance hall, Mitsui Genichi was playing karuta with a few of his subordinates when suddenly there was a commotion outside.
Mitsui, who was unlucky, stood up quickly, threw the flower cards in his hand on the table, and walked out quickly.
A dozen black thugs were standing in the middle of the dance floor, watching over the place.
He stared at the white men in black suits opposite him.
Two big black men covered their wrists, standing behind with murderous eyes, and were about to suffer a loss.
Mitsui Genichi said in a low voice to the terrified guests around him, "I'm sorry, everyone's bills tonight will be half price. Please don't panic, we can handle these things right away, and no one will be hurt."
After saying that, he silently approached the two men in black suits in the front and said coldly: "This is the territory of the Big Foot Gang. You have ten seconds to disappear. Otherwise, you will be responsible for all the consequences."
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you are so rude... We are just here to have some fun, you Japanese are so unfriendly..."
A brown-haired man in a suit with a buzz cut complained:
"Bigfoot Gang, are you threatening me, shorty? This is New York, not Tokyo!"
Mitsui Genichi slowly approached him, his eyes showing a trace of bloody murderous intent, his hand subconsciously reached for his belt, and whispered fiercely:
"If you don't get out of here, I'm going to kill you right now... Damn old American."
The man in the suit's expression changed slightly, he glanced at Mitsui Genichi and the waists of the people behind him who were beating the tambourines, licked his lips, spread his hands and said:
"We are here just to have some fun. Since you don't welcome us, let's go to another place. Let's go, guys."
He immediately went out with a few friends.
Mitsui Genichi made a gesture, and the deafening music quickly started playing again.
He followed with the black thugs behind him and strode after him.
The troublemakers seemed to have heard the footsteps of pursuers, and ran quickly and cautiously toward the front of the dark street.
Mitsui and the others strode up to catch up, and Mitsui shouted fiercely:
"American, stop now. The scenery here is very nice. Don't worry, I will only break your legs..."
Suddenly, it was bright ahead, with the headlights of four cars on at the same time. I could see countless people hiding behind the cars, and they were all pulling the safety pins.
"There's an ambush!"
Before the expression of fear on Mitsui Motoichi's face faded, more than a dozen AK rifles on the opposite side opened fire at the same time.
… …
"Ding-ling-ling"
"Ding-ling-ling"
"Ding-ling-ling"
The phone kept ringing, but Shi Lai De was in no mood to answer it.
He knew that another place must have been attacked. He received seven or eight calls that night, all asking for help.
"Matsuichiro, who on earth did you and the Shuhei Society offend?"
Veins popped out on Shi Lai De's forehead. He loosened his tie and looked viciously at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa next to him.
“Shi Lai De, watch your tone. Without the support of the Hand, it’s hard to say whether your Big Foot Gang can survive!”
The middle-aged man named Matsushita Ichirō did not hide the arrogance in his tone at all.
"Don't forget, when your master fled to New York, it was us in the Hand who supported you! That's why you have your current family business."
A cold light flashed in Shi Lai De's eyes. He walked to the clothes rack and took off his coat.
"I will never forget the help you guys gave me, Matsushita-kun. I need to know who is targeting us..."
After taking off his suit and revealing a white shirt, Schrader walked to the knife rack and grabbed a samurai sword.
"Is it Guo Tang or Jin Bing? What on earth did your Hand Society do? Madam Gao died in glory, but why didn't the other members of your Hand Society come?"
Matsushita Ichirō's face darkened. Shi Lai De's words seemed to be exposing the scars of the Hand Society. He scolded him without any hesitation:
"Shi Lai De, this is not something you should care about!"
"Really?" Shi Lai De held the scabbard in his left hand and slowly drew the knife with his right hand.
Sniff!
The sound of a long sword being unsheathed rang out in the room.
Schrader held the blade in the crook of his arm and wiped the blood-stained blade.
"BOSS!"
At this time, a white man in his thirties pushed the door open and walked in hurriedly. He was shocked to see Shi Lai De holding a samurai sword. He glanced at Matsushita Ichiro who was lying dead on the carpet, and his heart was in his throat.
"Several of our venues were lost. Kabukicho and that lab were also attacked!"
Shi Lai De's eyes were extremely sinister and revealed an unwilling look. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
"Notify our people to evacuate New York!"
"Boss!" The sturdy white man was shocked, but when he met Shi Lai De's cold gaze, he was so scared that he dared not say a word.
"Bring the doctor with you, but don't bring too many people! Also find someone to spread the location of the group of gunmen from the Hand Society."
Shi Lai De felt like his heart was bleeding; the Big Foot Gang was the career he had been working for for more than ten years.
He was also reluctant to give up, but he knew very well the strength of the Hand, and any force that could fight against the Hand was not something a small gang like their Big Foot Gang could afford to provoke.
But since he is not having an easy time, others shouldn't have an easy time either. Thinking of the enemies that the Hand had provoked for him, Shi Lai De directly sold out the gunmen that the Hand had smuggled into New York.
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gains.
Although Shi Lai De was unwilling, he knew very well that only by saving himself would he have a chance in the future. Only if the two sides fought fiercely would he have a chance to return to New York.
“Bang!…”
"Da da da..."
Just as Schlade opened a dark room and packed up his belongings and some research materials.
Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire outside the door, like firecrackers.
Shi Lai De's face suddenly changed. He threw down the box of gold bars in his hand and walked quickly to a corner of the secret room.
On the human-shaped wooden frame there, there was a set of full metal warrior armor. Its bright silver color sparkled under the light in the secret room.
… …
At this time, outside the Big Foot Gang's manor stronghold, Frank was holding a PKM general-purpose machine gun and firing wildly at the Big Foot Gang's stronghold.
This heavy machine gun, produced in the former Soviet Union, uses 7.62mm bullets, has a magazine capacity of 100 rounds, weighs more than ten pounds, and was originally used with a tripod.
Frank held it directly in his hand. The strong recoil seemed to have no effect on him. The fire snakes sprayed by the machine gun illuminated the night sky for a moment.
Behind him, a dozen big men were holding heavy weapons such as shotguns and machine guns, suppressing the gunmen in the manor with firepower.
As the last stronghold of the Big Foot Gang, there are at least fifty gunmen in this manor, but compared to the heavy weapons in the hands of Frank and his men.
The firearms these gunmen have are at most pistols, submachine guns and the like.
Faced with weapons such as heavy machine guns, the Big Foot Gang gunmen in the manor were suppressed and dared not even show their heads.
"trouble!"
Frank looked at the sky, then looked down at his special watch. It would be dawn in two hours.
A trace of impatience flashed across Frank's face, and he casually threw the heavy machine gun in his hand to his men beside him.
He turned around and pulled out an M202 66mm quad-barreled rocket launcher from the back seat of the business car behind him, aimed it directly at the manor in front of him and pulled the trigger.
Boom boom boom boom!
Four rockets were fired at the same time, and flames shot into the sky amid the loud roar of the explosion.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the gate of the manor in front of them disappeared along with half of the wall.
Frank threw down the rocket launcher, picked up an M16 assault rifle, and made a tactical gesture to his team members.
In the smoke and dust, several Big Foot Gang gunmen huddled in the corner of the manor, holding their pitiful little pistols in both hands, staring at the broken gate nervously.
“Da da da da…”
Several gunshots rang out behind them, and three gunmen wearing bulletproof vests and bulletproof helmets sneaked in through a wall that had never collapsed.
Three people lined up in a row, one person huddled behind the other, bending over, in a tactical move.
Three AK rifles are pointed in three directions alternately. When you see the enemy, pull the trigger quickly.
Several Big Foot Gang gunmen were shot to pieces before they could even react.
The sound of gunfire immediately attracted the gunmen who were lying in ambush in various places in the manor. They leaned out from all directions and shot at the three gunmen who sneaked in.
The three gunmen quickly changed their positions, using the pillars in the manor as cover, and began firing three AK rifles at the exposed firing points in the manor, suppressing their firepower.
“Da da da da da…”
The three gunmen attracted some of the firepower inside the manor. At this time, at the location of the manor gate, a black business car suddenly accelerated to the bottom and rushed in.
The two doors of the business car were wide open, and a strong man holding a squad machine gun was squatting on each door.
The fuel tank and important front and rear positions of the black commercial vehicle are inlaid with simple steel plates.
The driver stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed around the manor. In his hands, an ordinary seven-seater business car was turned into a chariot.
Two fire snakes shot out from both ends of the chariot at the same time.
Da da da da da
Under the fire of heavy machine guns, ordinary stone pillars, corridors, and walls are not much thinner than paper under the firepower of 7.62 heavy machine guns.
The gunmen who swept into the Big Foot Gang beat them into pieces, like sacks of flesh and blood.
The Big Foot Gang's small pistols could not penetrate the bulletproof vests of these former professional soldiers.
In the federal government, the control of bulletproof vests is much stricter than that of guns.
It's considered good that one out of ten of the Big Foot Gang's gunmen is wearing a bulletproof vest.
On the other hand, the gunmen brought by Frank were wrapped tightly all over.
The total cost of purchasing smuggled Level IIIA body armor in bulk from the East is no more than $400.
Even if this kind of bulletproof vest is not equipped with bulletproof steel plates, it cannot be penetrated by the Big Foot Gang's small pistols.
“Da da da!”
Frank pulled the trigger of the M16 and killed a Bigfoot thug who was hiding in the corner and trying to launch a sneak attack.
He walked into the largest house in the manor, and around him were a dozen fully armed gunmen holding AK rifles.
Sniper rifles and machine guns were installed at various commanding heights and key points in the manor.
Just as Frank walked into the hall of the manor, a figure pounced down from the second floor of the manor, and a bright silver light hit Frank's face.
The knife flashed quickly and reached Frank's head in an instant.
Frank grinned and bit the cigar he had just picked up into pieces.
Faced with this fierce knife attack, Frank grabbed the barrel of the M16, used the gun as a stick, and smashed it hard at the samurai sword that was coming straight at him.
Hiss!
The wooden buttstock of the M16 was directly cut in half by the sharp samurai sword.
However, this block also gave Frank a chance to catch his breath. He stepped back, drew out the military pistol from his waist, pointed it at the silver-armored warrior in front of him, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
All nine bullets hit the target, creating sparks on the silver armor.
At this time, the gunmen guarding Frank also pointed their guns at the silver-armored warrior.
"Da da da da da"
"Da Da Da Da
"Da Da Da"
The 7.62mm bullets ruthlessly submerged the silver-armored warrior who suddenly jumped down.
But these bullets that could easily penetrate bulletproof vests seemed to have no effect on the silver-armored warriors.
The silver-armored warrior brandished his samurai sword and rushed towards the crowd.
"Da da da da..."
The two gunmen facing him did not dodge or evade the enemy rushing towards them, but pulled the trigger directly at him.
Hiss!
The silver-armored warrior stepped close despite the bullets, and after two slashes, the two gunmen fell to the ground.
"Everyone, scatter!"
Seeing this scene, Frank ordered the gunmen beside him to disperse, but he took out a shotgun from his back.
Instead of retreating, he advanced towards the silver-armored warrior.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang"
With every step he took, a hot shotgun shell rolled to the ground.
With each shot, Frank hit the silver-armored warrior's heart in the left chest.
The shotgun bullets still seemed to cause no harm to the silver-armored warrior, but the bullets brought a huge impact force, which made him retreat repeatedly.
"Hot weapons are useless to me. My armor is mixed with adamantium."
The silver-armored warrior swung his samurai sword and looked at Frank. A dull voice came from under the silver visor.
"Since you have destroyed the Big Foot Gang, you will all die here today!"
Hot weapons were useless. After Frank fired the last shotgun shell, he pulled out the catapult knife from his waist.
Rush forward and engage in close combat with the silver-armored warrior.
An inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. The catapult knife in Frank's hand is not much longer than a utility knife.
Compared to the silver-armored warrior's sword, it has no advantage, and the opponent is an iron turtle who is invulnerable to swords and guns.
Frank stabbed the silver-armored warrior's helmet and armpits, but to no avail.
He rolled on the ground, and the blade of the catapult knife in his hand flew out directly, shooting straight at the silver-armored warrior's crotch.
bite!
The blade was directly bounced away, still without any effect.
"Mutants!?"
The silver-armored warrior looked at the golden light emanating from Frank's body and was a little surprised.
Just in the gap just now, he clearly slashed the man in front of him four or five times, but who knew that all the attacks were blocked by the yellow light that suddenly appeared on his body.
The two yellow talismans in Frank's chest pocket turned into ashes and disappeared at this moment.
Frank stood up somewhat embarrassedly, looked at the silver-armored man in front of him, and casually took out a white jade bead from his pocket.
He bit his tongue and let the blood spurt out towards the bead in his palm.
After the white jade beads came into contact with the blood, they acted like sponges, greedily absorbing all the blood that spurted from the tip of Frank's tongue.
After absorbing Frank's blood, the bead spun around and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the silver-armored warrior.
The white jade beads were spinning slowly, and a black cloud was rising around them, with crackling sounds coming from the black cloud.
"What the hell!"
The silver-armored warrior slashed at him without even thinking.
when!
The silver-armored warrior only felt a shock in his wrist, and his sword seemed to be chopping on steel.
The black clouds faded away, and a two-meter-tall skeleton monster with green phosphorous fire in its eye sockets suddenly appeared in front of the silver-armored warrior.
His knife hit the skull of the skeleton monster.
Looking at this skeleton monster, Schlade, who was wearing warrior armor, felt his ghost coming out, and a chill went from his tailbone to his head.
Before he could react, the skeleton monster's dark gums suddenly opened, and a stream of inky black smoke mixed with pale green phosphorous sprayed towards his face.