Chapter 302: A Pitiful Victory

There was an alley in front and behind the warehouse. One of the alleys led to the main street, and the other alley went around the corner to other houses on the block.

Johnny arranged one person to guard the end of each alley. He didn't bring many people with him, only eight or nine.

Too many people will easily attract the attention of other forces, and now is the time of gang war.

The warehouse is not big, has no windows, and only two doors in the front and back for entry and exit.

He made a gesture and two people stood near the front door and the back door respectively.

If Johnny and the others go in and someone escapes, the people at the door will be responsible for cleaning up the mess.

"Remember, once you go in, kill without mercy and end the battle quickly." Johnny looked into their eyes and said.

"yes."

Johnny nodded, then closed his eyes and prayed silently.

When he looked up again, his expression was firm, his eyes burning with anger and the ferocious murderous aura that he never wanted to be infected with.

The alley was very dark, so dark that one had to open one's eyes wide.

Johnny hunched his shoulders and moved gently to the door like a stalking panther.

Sanjay led his men to the back door, and both sides will attack at the same time.

There was a faint whistle, and Johnny flung open the door and rushed into the house, like the shadow of a swooping bird.

Puff! Puff! The slight muffled sound did not travel far in the dark night.

Johnny dealt with the two figures in front of him almost instantly, and he didn't even have time to tell who they were.

Just as he was moving the muzzle of his gun to look for his next target, a huge fist attacked from the side.

There were rings on that hand, or maybe brass knuckles, and Johnny felt the hard metal scratching at the bone.

He felt pain and the gun in his hand was knocked out.

He was a strong man, almost as big as Johnny.

Without saying a word, he continued to punch at a very fast speed.

Johnny raised his hand to block, but the huge impact caused his back to hit the door.

There was a body under his feet and he tripped.

In the dim light, two shots were fired, and Johnny saw the flash.

Suddenly the door at the back opened. He looked over and saw several men colliding with the people who rushed in.

The man fired three more shots, and Johnny rolled over and got out from under the strong man's feet.

He saw a knife, right in front of him, gleaming on the ground in the open doorway.

Johnny grabbed the knife, but before he could stand up, the man who had just tripped him suddenly grabbed his ankle.

He wanted to crawl over Johnny's body, out the door, and call for help.

Without a second thought, Johnny swung the knife back, slicing off the man's fingers, causing him to scream.

It's amazing how a little bit of someone else's blood, or a lot of it, can actually increase your arm strength and make your painful wounds less painful due to the adrenaline rush.

Johnny was furious and used all his strength to overthrow the strong man who was riding towards him.

He turned around and saw Sanjay wrestling with two men.

There were people lying on the floor of the room. He couldn't count how many people there were, but they were far more than the four or five people who had been with Satish before.

The sounds of gunfire, crackling, and banging, came from all around, from above, and from other corners of the house.

They seemed to enter the warehouse from several places at the same time, and it was impossible to tell who was who. Shouts and screams could be heard all around.

Johnny smelled urine, feces, and blood in the room, and someone had an abdominal injury.

Johnny hoped it wasn't him, and patted his stomach with his left hand, searching for any wounds.

The strong man had been shot, Johnny was sure of it, because the strength of his stranglehold was rapidly fading.

Sangjie and the two men fought fiercely, throwing each other, gouging out eyes, and biting each other.

Johnny struggles, and the raid encounters an unexpected situation, so they must end it quickly.

But the strong man held him tightly, like a turtle trapped in a net.

Johnny raised his knife and stabbed him from behind his waist. The strong man roared and swung his fist to hit him in the chest.

Johnny shrank back in pain and rolled to the side. The strong man suddenly climbed over him, used his body as a fulcrum, and barely stood up.

He seemed to be trying to protect someone, right at the back door, where Sanjay and the others were scuffling.

Johnny was furious. This unexpected opponent had taken up too much of his time.

When the strong man took a staggering step, he suddenly jumped up and jumped onto his back, holding his head with his left hand and thrusting the knife in his right hand into his throat.

Johnny felt the bones trembling under the knife, and the tip of the knife was shaken to the side.

He was so strong, and his neck was so stiff, that Johnny hung on his back and was dragged along for two more steps before his body slumped over.

Boom, a dull sound shook the floor.

Johnny fell on him and looked up. There were not many people standing in the room.

Sanjay sat slumped in the doorway, his fingers stuck in a man's eyes. The man's head was tilted back on his knees, his chin slack, his neck crackling like lit kindling.

Someone pulled Johnny up from behind. Johnny instinctively prepared to swing the knife, but someone held him down with both hands.

"It's me." It was Ghani's voice. He was in charge of the foreign exchange black market.

Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, knowing they were safe.

"Hurry!" He spoke in an urgent tone, which seemed too soft after the roars and bloody fight just now.

"I need a gun," Johnny muttered quietly.

"No, it's over." Ghani gasped.

"Where's Satish?" Johnny didn't see the number one killer throughout the fight.

"Dead." Ghani pointed to the ground.

Satish lay there, blood on his head, a Beretta in his hand, and at his feet lay three other members of the Union.

He was the one who fired the gun in the house before. After Johnny rushed in, he was the first to fight back.

However, as the main target tonight, Satish is also the target of the federation's concentrated fire.

There was also blood on his shirt and trousers, and many bullets had penetrated his body.

"Bastard!" Johnny felt it was not worth it. They lost several people this time.

They were all old brothers in the union. If one dies, there will be one less.

"Is Najeer here?" Johnny looked around.

"He's busy."

The screams in the house stopped abruptly, like the night covering the silent lake and the birds falling silent.

This is Najir cleaning up the mess, leaving no one alive.

"How's Sanjay?"

"He's not well."

Johnny looked up, and only then did he notice that Sanjay was slumped in the doorway, motionless.

He stood up and walked to the door, squatted down, and moved the man with a broken neck away from Sanjay's knees.

A dagger was stuck in Sanjie's abdomen. His face was pale and his eyes were complicated.

"I was careless."

"Listen to me, man. Hold on. We're going to get you to the hospital right away."

"I didn't hear any whistles. I only realized you were fighting after the gunshots were heard inside."

"Stop talking about this. Can you please stand? We have to leave immediately."

"Leave me alone"

"Johnny," suddenly Gani called him from behind, "there!"

The people in the room looked over and saw a head looming under a wooden desk.

"Come out!" Gani pointed the gun at him.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" A slightly cunning face slowly crawled out from under the table.

"Kamal?" everyone exclaimed.

The finance minister of the Daud gang is of course known to people in the underworld.

Johnny suddenly realized that it was no wonder that there were more people in the warehouse than expected, and that strong man should be Kamal's bodyguards.

If it was just Satish's four or five men, the battle would have ended long ago and they wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.

Ghani pulled the bolt of his gun, keeping in mind the purpose of tonight: to leave no one alive.

"No! I know Mr. Sur! I helped him!" Kamal shouted.

"Wait!" Johnny raised his hand and signaled to Gani.

"You said you knew Mr. Soul?" Johnny came to him.

"Yes, you can call him. I'm not lying! I can also compensate you. Dawood will bail me out."

Kamal is a shrewd businessman, not a street-fighting killer.

In order to protect himself, he now agrees to any conditions.

"Kidnap him!" Johnny decided to spare his life for the time being.

The surviving members of the Union had already cleaned up the scene. The three deceased were carried on the shoulders of their companions, and Sanjay was also carried out of the warehouse by two people.

He was seriously injured and it was unclear whether he could make it to the hospital.

They left through the back door and stormed all the way to the waiting car at the end of the alley.

Johnny's eyes were full of sadness. They won and achieved their goal, but it was a pyrrhic victory.

The Daud gang suffered heavy losses, and the Federation also suffered heavy losses.

He didn't know whether it was worth it. He was more worried about the little Rajan gang who were eyeing him covetously.

Perhaps he should withdraw his forces and wait for the new superintendent's action.

But there are too many voices of revenge within the gang, and they want to use Satish to establish their authority and warn the surrounding forces that are ready to make moves.

After Khad Khan left, too many people set their sights on the Federation, and even Chuha, a former small-time figure, began to have friction with them.

A victory tonight is what the federation desperately needs, it will scare off many people and prevent internal divisions from falling apart.

Johnny thought a lot, his head leaning back in his chair. The night, a tunnel of light that merged blood and fire, flew after them outside the window.

Their fists loosened slowly and lonely, freeing their palms that were as scratched as their bodies and minds.

It always has been, and always will be, that after every gang war, anger softens into sorrow.

Just an hour ago, all of them were still alive and kicking, but now three and a half of them are gone.

The gunfight at the dock warehouse did not attract the city's attention.

After visiting Edge, Ron focused his attention on Sun TV.

They have reached an agreement with Pan AmSat and have been busy migrating channels over the past month or two.

Now the hardware is ready and the show can start broadcasting on time in October, which is next week.

Two episodes of "Celebrity Cooking Competition" have already been recorded, and they will be served to the audience for tasting once the pre-promotion is over.

In order to set up this TV station, Ron and his team invested a total of 500 million rupees.

Of course, this money does not need to come from his own pocket, but is loaned in the name of Sun Entertainment.

Bollywood companies are not favored by banks, but as long as his name is among the shareholders, it will be easy to deal with.

He is very skilled in doing business with the bank's money.

There is good news, but there is also bad news.

Vinod in Dubai was calling him, and he was having some trouble with the import procedures in the Persian Gulf.

(End of this chapter)