Alex shouldered the heavy responsibility and walked into the machine repair shop with trepidation.
Inside this huge factory, various wooden boxes, gasoline barrels, shelves and motorcycle parts are piled up like mountains.
As soon as Alex entered, the huge electric door of the repair shop closed behind him with a loud bang.
The scene before my eyes suddenly became dark, with only a few dim lights on the ceiling.
"Let's go! Our boss Joey is waiting for you inside!"
Two redneck white men pushed Alex from behind, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
At this moment, Alex also had a premonition that his life might not be saved this time...
Passing through a pile of shelves, we arrived at the repair area of the factory.
A heavy motorcycle was hung in the air by iron chains, with dismantled parts scattered around it.
A man in blue work clothes, with his back to the crowd, was lying under the locomotive, struggling to dismantle its fuel tank.
"Boss! Alex is here!" a younger brother shouted.
The man in work clothes turned around, and it was Dr. Joey.
"Hey, Alex, you're here..."
Joey stood up, clutching the wrench, and walked over to Alex, looking at him strangely. "How dare you come to our Hell's Angels?"
Alex stared at the wrench in Joey's hand, which was shining coldly.
Now, if I say the wrong thing, the wrench could hit me on the head.
"Joey! What happened to Hawkeye Luca last time was an accident! You can't blame me for this!" Alex began to explain.
"Accident? I don't think it's just an accident." Joey waved the wrench in his hand. "I asked you to do so many things, how come you have so many accidents?"
"Last time was such an accident!" Alex said, "I came here this time to make up for last time's accident! I have a brilliant way to kill Ribs!"
Joey chuckled. "What? You're a loser, and you have a brilliant idea? Fine! Then tell me! If your idea isn't brilliant enough, don't blame me for not being able to control the wrench in my hand!"
Alex took a deep breath, sweating nervously. "I have to meet Frank first before I can tell him..."
"Oh? You mean, I'm not worthy of listening?" Joey asked back.
"No...that's not what I meant." Alex made up a lie. "This method is too dangerous. I have to see Frank before I can tell him!"
"Oh, since you won't tell me, I won't be polite!"
Joey swung the wrench in his hand and hit Alex on the head.
Alex was so scared that he curled up and closed his eyes tightly, but the wrench stopped one centimeter away from his forehead.
Joey also knew that Frank's attempt to raid Ribs' villa had failed, so he was also trying to find a way to kill Ribs.
Now that Alex dared to risk his life and come to his lair to find him, maybe this guy really has a way.
Joey put away the wrench and said, "Alright! Since you're not going to be able to leave here today, I'll call Frank and see if the boss is willing to give you a chance!"
After saying that, Joey took out his cell phone and made a call.
After briefly understanding the situation, Frank replied on the phone: "Okay! It's not easy to get a chance to kill Ribs. I'll go and listen to what this guy has to say!"
"Okay! Then come over quickly, boss! We'll be waiting for you at the machine shop!"
Joey hung up the phone, twirled the wrench in his hand in the air, and sat aside to smoke a cigarette. He said, "Alex, you're lucky! The boss is willing to come over... Whether it will work out later depends on what you can spit out of your mouth!"
Alex was relieved to hear that Frank was willing to come.
At this moment, he still thought that as long as Frank came, Reeves would rush in from outside and successfully kill Frank, so that he could atone for his sins and save his life.
During the waiting time, the two younger brothers stood there and stared at Alex.
Joey turned around and continued to dismantle the motorcycle that fell in mid-air.
The huge factory was extremely quiet. Joey would throw the wrench to the ground from time to time, making a crisp metal clanging sound.
About thirty minutes passed.
A black Bentley drove up quickly and stopped in front of the repair shop.
"Here they come!" Ribs, who was sitting in a car in the distance, immediately perked up.
I saw a bodyguard get out of the car first, look around, and then open the back door.
A fat white man wearing sunglasses and a black suit got out of the car with a cigar in his mouth.
That's right! This guy is Frank!
Ribs immediately took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Jerry: "Someone is coming." Then he put the phone back in his pocket.
Fox, who was standing by, also saw Frank coming and whispered, "Brother, they're coming! Do you want to do something?"
Libus was here just to act, so he naturally wouldn't take action. He replied, "Wait a minute, let's observe!"
On the other side, all the police officers, special police and anti-crime and anti-drug officers were already on standby.
After receiving the message from Reeves, Jerry told everyone the goal of this operation.
This time, almost the entire Inglewood police station was mobilized, and dozens of police cars drove towards the machine repair shop with sirens blaring.
Jerry even coordinated with the Air Police Squadron in advance to be ready for air support at any time.
The Chicago SWAT team was fully armed with special tactical equipment and drove a small armored transport vehicle.
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