Kennel led his motorcycle team and drove past the Python Gang's lair at high speed.
Ribs seized the opportunity, leaned half of his body out of the window, aimed at the large group of bikers on the street, and pulled the trigger.
Dadadada......
In order to improve the hit rate, Ribs directly adjusted the AR-15 to single-shot mode.
But with the help of [American Iai: LV4 Western Quick-Gun Cowboy], Reeves can still maintain a shooting speed of 4 rounds per second.
Therefore, the gunshots sounded like continuous firing, but in fact they were the result of Ribbs pulling the trigger continuously one shot after another.
At a distance of dozens of meters, the Hell's Angels bikers were shot one after another, and fell to the ground with a bang.
As soon as the motorcycle in front fell to the ground, the people behind it had no time to brake and crashed into it directly, causing several people to trip and fall on the spot.
The boss, Kenneth, reacted quickly. He supported himself with one foot, squeezed the handbrake, and stopped the car with a dragon-like tail swing.
Then, he swung his left arm, pulled out a shotgun, pointed it at Reeves, and bang, bang, bang! It was a burst of crazy shooting.
The bullet flew past Reeves, and Reeves quickly retreated into the house and hid.
At this moment, the streets were filled with wailing, and the motorcyclists were either shot or fell down.
Moreover, they were all in the middle of the road, without any cover. Once the Python Gang's brothers surrounded them, they would basically be sitting ducks.
"Pull the wounded into the car! Let's retreat!" Kennell shouted while suppressing Ribs.
The motorcyclists under his command immediately picked up the fallen motorcycle, pulled a few injured people who could still move, and fled the scene in a hurry.
This time, the Hell's Angels' attack was very swift, lasting only a few minutes.
They came roaring in on motorcycles, killed a dozen or so Python Gang members, leaving behind a mess and chaos, and then roared away.
In the end, more than ten of their own people died and they didn't gain any advantage at all.
Even the guys on the street couldn't react to a sudden attack like this, let alone the police nearby.
By the time the police arrived at the scene, the Hell's Angels motorcycle gang had already ridden back to their base at the machine repair shop.
In fact, this time, the boss Kennell didn't want to achieve any results. He just wanted to come to the Python Gang to show off and demonstrate his strength.
The Hell's Angels gang is already large, so the death of a dozen or so of their men is no big deal.
But for the Python Gang, the loss ratio is much greater.
The butcher finally recruited another 30 or so brothers, but one-third of them died in one wave, which dealt a heavy blow to the Python Gang.
The newly relaunched Python Gang had no time to develop before it clashed with the Hell's Angels, the most powerful gang in Inglewood.
At this time, Reeves had only more than 200,000 US dollars left in his pocket, and he did not have much money to recruit soldiers.
Even if they had money now, they couldn't compete with the Hell's Angels. They were too big, and they could launch attacks like this every day.
If you keep wasting time like this, you will die sooner or later.
After being attacked by the Hell's Angels, Reeves looked gloomy and asked the Butcher and Ao Guanhai to quickly clean up the scene and comfort his younger brothers.
He found a deserted place and called Jerry.
"Hey Jerry! Our gang was just attacked by the Hell's Angels bikers! A lot of guys died! I'm just getting started, you have to help me!"
Jerry was like, "What? Bikers attacked your gang again?"
"Yes!" asked Ribs, "Is this surprising?"
"The Hell's Angels have been incredibly active lately!" Jerry said. "It's not just your gang. They've been attacking gangs all over the place! The situation is serious!"
"Hurry up and catch him!" said Ribs.
"There's no way we can catch them! Those bikers are so fast, there's no time... The SWAT team can't even come close to backing them up..."
Jerry replied helplessly, "It wasn't until I became the chief that I realized the department didn't have much of a budget... and there were only about a hundred police officers, half of whom were administrative and logistical staff..."
Alas... Reeves sighed. It seemed that he could no longer rely on Jerry. He still had to rely on himself in life.
The most important thing now is that I have no money.
Although selling marijuana and flour also offers huge profits, they are too common in the United States. Competition is fierce, costs are high, and the payback period is long.
In addition, with the Hell's Angels bikers causing trouble, the gang members are afraid of death and are timid when selling goods, so sales are definitely not as good as before.
Liebs already knew how to make money, but he didn't know whether Jerry would allow it.
Ribs slowly said: "Since you can't do anything, then I have to rely on myself. I'm very short of money now, and I have to find a way to make some quick money..."
"How do you want to make money?" Jerry asked.
Ribbs replied, "Before, Raymond introduced me to a chemist named Heisenberg. I want to cooperate with him to develop some new drugs to make money."
On the other end of the phone, Jerry was confused for a long time.
Finally, he said, "Alright! Then do it! The police can't do anything about it now, so let's just use evil to fight evil!"
"Okay! I feel relieved when you say that!" Ribs said as he was about to hang up the phone.
Jerry reminded him again: "Reeves! The Hell's Angels are all white, completely different from those black gangs like Raymond! They have a very strong background! You'd better not confront them head-on! Be careful!"
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