Chapter 247 Intentional
The themed bar that Hanni frequents is located in a separate jurisdiction in the N52 district—it's called a jurisdiction, but it's actually a place that several major gangs take turns booking every week. It's located three blocks away from their stronghold, and they'll probably build another floor on top of it in the future, not stopping until they fill the entire space.
He arrived at the bar just in time. Although he had driven as fast as he could, no one expected that halfway through the block, several irrational gene drug users would suddenly appear, with an extreme craving for living things. From the perspective of ordinary side effects, they could actually be vegetarians, but once anything entered the gene research lab of Heaven's Gospel, it would basically turn into a brutal carnivore.
According to real-time reports from the terminal, the live samples from the simulation area of the fifth gene storage chamber of Blood Source escaped. The idiot on the news explained it like this... The officials weren't in a hurry at all. After all, the samples didn't go to the city center, so they simply let those things create as much bloodshed as possible before slowly preparing for rescue work.
And he did indeed receive a "big gift" from He Yu.
After ten minutes of clearing and tidying up.
Those scantily clad waiters and his mother whose genders were completely indistinguishable from their appearances, as well as the special service personnel whose genders were indistinguishable from their physical structure, were all herded into the private room on the top floor by Hanni, who also took away all their belongings and finally locked the door from the inside.
All that remained of the "feast" the boss had meticulously prepared was a medley of alcoholic beverages laced with potent drugs, strong hallucinogens, and other types of soft drugs, all laid out on the table but left untouched.
These people were all carrying guns, some of which looked so powerful they were comparable to siege weapons. They didn't seem to be here to have fun; it would be more like they were there to destroy the world.
"Damn, I think I'm ridiculously handsome right now. If I went on that 'Human History of Blood and Tears' show, my fanbase would explode," one of the tattooed men said. "But thinking about it, it's kind of pathetic too."
"But I believe... what happens next will give me transcendence, buddy."
As they spoke, they marveled at the enormous creatures they held, some of which they had only heard of in legends, and others they had never seen before.
Click—
The magazines were distributed to them one by one.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Everything's ready, right?"
"When those bastards come in, we'll fucking open fire."
In the very center of the bar, Hanni gripped his weapon with a fanatical expression. He had never expected that... that bastard who spoke so offensively would actually prepare equipment for him to plunder the entire N52 district. It was incredibly awesome. What did it matter if he was temporarily used as a tool under such armament? The most important thing was to wipe out the other bastards first.
"Be careful not to hit the wrong person. I don't need to tell you the consequences of getting hit by one of these things."
"Once this is all over, all the businesses, all the money and gold bars under those bastards will be ours!"
"Did you understand?"
"Yes, boss!"
Faces lit up with eager anticipation and elation, and their movements quickened considerably as they temporarily stored their weapons in the compartment, impatiently waiting for their prey to come in.
This was practically the life of his dreams—to be able to use these exorbitantly priced weapons without restraint, and for free at that, with everyone guaranteed to be completely satisfied. Hanni thought, "That idiot who called me is a real saint, I just don't know what his motives are for all this..."
at the same time.
A pickup truck with a rubber mannequin ad pulled up on the street directly opposite the bar. The driver expertly took the hallucinogenic drug from the bottle, crushed it, mixed it into the drink, swallowed it in one gulp, and then grinned gleefully at the people waiting outside through the window.
Then, as if making a declaration, he knocked on the carriage behind him.
Inside the smoke-filled cabin, sighs and the sounds of friction echoed continuously.
"Damn... this is definitely a genuine, high-powered weapon. Heaven's Gospel actually has weapons of this caliber inside."
"Stop fucking touching me. The way you're looking at me is like you're watching a bitch playing with beans in front of you."
"Then I hereby declare that from this day forward, women will no longer be able to make me blowjob."
The middle-aged man, wearing a cheap gold necklace and a floral shirt, coughed up phlegm, then swallowed it again. He ordered the vicious dogs around him, "You all better be smart. Once we go in, just open fire. Even though we were all in other gangs before, once we wipe out the Tattoo Gang, we'll all be family, understand?"
"Several consuls said that once all the gangs are united, we former underlings will be able to play with top-quality girls and even get a share of the profits!"
"That's fucking perfect."
They simply couldn't wait to do what they were about to do.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, the cargo container door was kicked open by the leader. These guys had been injected with gene serum before setting off, just so they could fucking cause a big mess—and then, more than twenty thugs wielding massive guns and laser weapons jumped out one after another.
The guy keeping watch outside the bar was watching porn right now. He had just gotten up, ready to have a quickie, when he was stunned by what he saw.
The next second.
The moment the gun barrel was raised, accompanied by a deafening roar, the gatekeeper was torn to shreds by the barrage of bullets. At the same time, the alloy door that Hanni had specially reinforced was also completely breached. The hounds in the bar, who were still bragging about what top-quality stuff they would get to fuck in the future, were stunned and subconsciously grabbed their weapons and aimed them at the door.
Just as the raiders, brimming with confidence of victory, stormed inside, everyone froze in shock.
Whether it was the tattooed men behind Hanni or the clueless country bumpkin opposite them—their expressions suddenly froze after they saw each other's "trump cards."
Damn it, is wholesale business still popular these days? They're all weapons of the same specifications.
At this moment, keeping silent is absolutely the right thing to do.
But soon... a very familiar and piercing siren sounded from not far away in the neighborhood—one helicopter after another descended from the dome, and armed personnel equipped to the bone filed out of more than ten extravagantly designed armored vehicles and stood by on both sides.
Just as they were still trying to figure out what was going on, another angry voice came from the loudspeaker.
"You scum from Sector N52, drop your weapons right now! Or I'll kill you all right now!"
For a moment, both groups of people in the bar stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.
"Holy shit, who the hell deliberately brought the cops here?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
