Slums in Santa Pau.
Qiu Ge grabbed the machine gun and pressed it against Imre's head: "Damn, shout! Tell them to retreat!"
“Da da da!”
The gunfire from behind still did not stop, and many gang members continued to fire at them regardless.
There were still several team members under the truck who had not come up. They leaned towards the truck while backing away and putting out the fire.
The gunfight was fierce. A young man was holding the guardrail of the pickup truck with one hand and was about to rush forward when a gunshot rang out diagonally opposite him. Blood spurted out of his right calf instantly and his whole body fell down.
"Xiao Jiang!"
The brother next to him shouted and stretched out his left hand to help his companion: "Go up, go up!"
"puff!"
A bullet was fired and the young man's neck was instantly pierced. His head tilted backwards due to inertia, and the tactical bag on his back was hung on the frame of the pickup truck. A bloody hole as big as a baby's fist appeared on his neck and he died on the spot.
"M!"
Brother Qiu looked down at his brothers, roared, glared, put the machine gun directly on Imre's shoulder, and fired wildly at the black gang members.
“Pah pah pah…!”
Hot bullet casings flew out of the barrel, splashing on Imre's cheek in a streamlined pattern. The scorching barrel instantly burned his skin, and a pungent burnt smell filled the air.
The machine gun fired a row of bullets. Qiu Ge stopped firing and pointed the gun at Imre again, shouting in English: "I'm giving you one last chance! Get them out! Otherwise, we'll all die together!"
Imre howled as he looked at Brother Qiu. Half of his face was burnt, and the festering skin was stuck with blood, which looked very scary.
Imre looked at the muzzle of the machine gun in front of him and the expression on Qiu Ge's face that was about to lose his mind. He immediately stretched his neck and yelled at Hei Bang who was chasing him: "Retreat! Do you want to kill me?"
"Bang!"
A bullet hit the car board behind Imre, leaving a smoking crater.
Imre's scalp tingled. Even though he kept shouting, there were still rifles firing in his direction.
“Damn it!! Are you going to kill me?” Imre’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He clenched his fists and roared, “If I die here, you won’t have a good life either. My brother won’t let you go. When he comes back, he’ll kill you all!”
This sentence worked well, and the black men who were chasing stopped shooting.
"Get in the car! Get in the car!" Brother Qiu held the machine gun, every muscle in his body was tense. While calling out, he also pulled the brother whose neck was broken, and desperately dragged him into the car.
“Buzz!”
The driver stepped on the accelerator, drove the pickup truck out of the chaotic neighborhood, and fled along the designated route.
The car was speeding at full speed on the street. After driving about two kilometers, Brother Qiu and his men decisively abandoned the armed pickup truck and quickly switched to the supporting vehicle to escape according to the prior arrangement.
After changing cars, Brother Qiu sat in the compartment of the truck. He asked his men to watch Imre, and he took out his cell phone to call An Qiqi: "Director An, we have the person. We have to go back quickly."
"Take good care of the injured brothers." An Qiqi was also concerned about Brother Qiu and the others: "Do what you should do. Remember, be quick."
"Okay." Brother Qiu hung up the phone. He turned around and looked at Imre, who was kneeling on the ground with blood all over his face. Then he told Xiaoyu, "Call a brother who can speak Portuguese."
Just now, Brother Qiu tried to communicate with Imre and found that his English was very poor. He could understand some of what he said, but his responses were halting. His main language was Portuguese.
Not long after, a young man who could speak Portuguese came from another car. Brother Qiu pointed at Imre and ordered the team member, "Tell him to find a way to contact his own troops immediately and make way for the Wang family. If he doesn't agree, I will use a knife to cut off a few of his ribs because our brother was shot several times just now."
After the translator conveyed the message, Imre seemed not to understand and did not say anything.
Qiu Ge grabbed Imre's face with his fingers, and pressed the wound on his face with his fingers, causing the blood to ooze out. He roared with fierce eyes: "Are you a tough guy?! Tell me, are you a tough guy? Damn it, if you fall into my hands, I can stab you for a month and not let you die!"
"No... No!" Imre kept shaking his head and yelled, "Yes... Yes, we can cooperate!"
"Bitch!" Brother Qiu understood what was said. He loosened his palm and roughly wiped his bloody fingers.
…
On the outskirts of Patti Town, Santa Paula City.
Six military transport planes were rapidly approaching the location of the Wang family's armed forces. On one of the leading planes, the commander in charge of the airborne operation was holding a mobile phone and talking to Boang: "Sir, our main force has not arrived yet. If we drop supplies now, it is very likely that Gustav's troops will intercept us in mid-air."
Boang responded succinctly: "If there is a possibility of being intercepted, move the drop site further out. After the first batch of supplies is dropped, immediately airdrop a 2,000-man advance force."
Hearing this order, the commander hesitated: "Sir... should we ask Chief Bruna for instructions?"
Boang frowned and said in a powerful and concise voice: "To the Blackwater Legion, I am your highest commander! In wartime, you don't need to ask anyone for instructions, understand? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel!"
"Yes... Your Excellency, the Legion Commander!" The other party responded immediately after hearing these somewhat cold words.
After hanging up the phone, the advance team leader quickly ordered: "Prepare for airdrop!"
Ten kilometers outside the town of Patti, six military transport planes flew across the sky.
Thirty seconds later, more than thirty containers dropped from the sky with huge triangular parachutes hanging on them.
"Attention all battalions, prepare for airborne!"
The commander watched the signal feedback from the container, holding the walkie-talkie in his right hand, and shouted briefly.
…
Slum streets in Santa Pau.
While holding his wound, Brother Qiu told the driver: "Go around, there's no one behind you, go back to the store immediately."
"Got it!" The voice of his subordinate came through the headset.
After a while, the car circled the nearby road twice and was about to head to the shop when Brother Qiu's phone rang again.
"Hello, what's the matter?" Brother Qiu answered the phone.
"Brother Qiu, the shop was robbed!" The subordinates shouted in a broken voice over the phone: "People from the police department of Shengbao City have died. Several of the brothers who were guarding the house have died, and the rest have all been arrested. A Lai and I escaped through the underground pipeline...!"
"Fuck that!" Brother Qiu covered his bloody rib wound, his face pale. Both his mind and body were reaching the limit of their endurance.