There was a grill in the lobby on the first floor of the factory. The meat on it was sizzling. Leo cut a piece with a knife and put it in his mouth, then took a big gulp of beer.

A Christmas party was playing on TV, similar to China's Spring Festival Gala. A graceful singer was performing, and Henry, Matthew, Leo, and Chris were watching with great interest.

Today is Christmas.

Sean and Ryder go home to spend the holidays with their family.

Neil went to the hospital to accompany his wife.

Richard's eyes had been inflamed these days and he was admitted to Murphy's clinic. Dr. Murphy advised him to wait until spring for surgery to heal the wound and then get a prosthetic eye.

There were only four of them here to celebrate Christmas together.

Matthew picked up the dagger and started cutting the flesh. He suddenly stopped halfway through and looked up at the others. "No, there's movement at the door."

All four of them were survivors of the killing fields of war, and they never dared to be careless about danger.

After a glance, they immediately reached a tacit understanding. Henry and Matthew pulled out their pistols and hid in the factory, while Leo and Chris quickly went upstairs.

“Bang~!”

The door was kicked open.

A group of guys with guns in hand rushed into the factory with great momentum. When they came in, they saw the grill in the middle with the barbecued meat still emitting a fragrant aroma and a few bottles of beer placed next to it.

"You can't run away, come on!" said Cranston.

His men scattered in search, some went inside, some went up the stairs. Two guys had just taken a few steps when suddenly gunshots were heard.

“Bang bang bang bang~!”

A dense barrage of bullets was fired from the shadows.

The two guys in the front were shot and fell to the ground immediately.

The others were so frightened that they quickly lay down, and those who were going upstairs also hurried down, ready to besiege the enemy hiding in the dark.

But at this moment, two black gun muzzles appeared from the upper floor.

“Tick, tick, tick, tick~!”

The Chicago Typewriter fired wildly at the crowd downstairs, knocking the Spanish gang members to the ground.

They never imagined that a surprise attack to capture a few Jewish gang thugs would lead to such great danger.

Someone hid in the corner and fought back.

But he was discovered after firing just two shots and was immediately hit by a barrage of machine gun bullets.

Cranston hid in the corner, feeling extremely regretful. What kind of people were these? He knew they had been soldiers before, but he didn't expect them to be so tough.

Why should I investigate the casino robbery? I can live a good life, why do I have to provoke these guys?

Another leader he brought in, Beckman, died.

He was shot several times at the beginning.

Most of his brothers were killed, and now almost none of them can move.

What meritorious service.

What is valued by the boss.

What about casino management rights, money, luxury cars and women.

Now it's all smoke and clouds.

He just wanted to survive.

Cranston turned and ran, but just after he took two steps, a bullet hit him. Cranston felt a piercing pain in his thigh and fell to the ground.

"Ah~ my legs!"

"Leo, Clay, you guys cover, Matthew, clean up the battlefield with me." Henry shouted.

"clear."

After changing to new magazines, Henry and Matthew came out from the shadows. The factory was littered with dead bodies. They had been too ruthless just now. Almost all of these guys were hit by three or four bullets and were dead beyond death.

Cranston, who was lying at the door, was still wailing.

Matthew raised his gun and tried to kill him, but was stopped by Henry.

"Keep him alive and ask him what happened."

Matthew immediately shouted to the door: "If you don't want to die, throw away the gun in your hand."

"Okay, I'll throw it away, don't kill me." Cranston shouted immediately.

He threw the gun aside, lay on the ground with his hands raised high.

Matthew and Henry went over, pinned Cranston down, tied him up, and carried the man to the center of the factory.

Henry and the other three looked at the guy lying on the ground, wondering why they attacked them.

"Who are you?"

"We are from the Spanish Gang." Cranston gritted his teeth and said while enduring the pain.

The four of them were slightly stunned.

"Spanish Gang, why did you come to our place so late at night? What do you want to do?" Henry asked in a deep voice.

Cranston was a little hesitant to speak.

He was afraid that if he told the truth, the other party would kill him directly, but he didn't know what lie he should tell, so he hesitated for a while.

Matthew's face turned cold.

He took a step forward, stretched out a finger, and stabbed it directly into the hole of Cranston's thigh.

“Ah~~~”

Cranston suddenly let out a terrible howl.

"Tell me, why are you here?"

"I said, our casino was robbed, and Boss Dani was very angry. He asked us to investigate who did it. If we find out, we will get a generous reward. A street thief told me that the Jewish gang changed its leader after Bill was injured and recruited a new group of people, so I suspect it was you who did it. After I reported it to Boss Dani, he asked me to investigate whether you were the casino robbers."

Cranston explained everything very clearly and quickly.

"Just a suspicion?" Henry asked.

"Yes, just a suspicion," Cranston said quickly.

Leo looked at Henry and asked, "Everyone else is dead, what's going to happen to this guy?"

"I think we should just kill him," said Matthew.

Henry thought for a moment and shook his head, "Maybe the boss has something else to ask, so we can't kill him for now."

The others nodded after hearing this.

"Notify the boss now?" Matthew asked.

"It's so late, the boss must be spending Christmas with a woman. If you disturb his mood, will he be furious? If I want to notify you, go and notify him yourself." Henry said.

Matthew pouted.

He is not stupid either.

"Let's clean up here and notify the boss tomorrow."

They were in the downtown area, and there were mostly factories here, so there were few people and smoke. It was not certain that anyone heard the gunshots just now, and even if they did, no one would be stupid enough to call the police.

The four men took action and drove two trucks parked outside the door into the yard. There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the factory, and they moved all of them onto the trucks.

They had no feelings about these corpses. They had seen too many corpses on the battlefield. Sometimes in a battle, the corpses in front of the trenches could pile up into a mountain.

Matthew found a thicker rope and tied Cranston tightly to prevent him from running away.

Clay looked at the bullet hole on Cranston's leg, which was still bleeding. "He's bleeding so much, will he die tomorrow? Should we give him some medicine?"

"What medicine to use? I have a way."

As Matthew spoke, he picked up a dagger and inserted it into the oven. After a while, it turned slightly red. Cranston realized something and his body trembled and twisted with fear.

“No no~~”

Matthew didn't care about this guy. He put one foot on him to prevent him from moving, and pressed the red-hot dagger hard on the wound on his thigh.

Swish~!

“Ah~~~~~~~~!”

Cranston howled miserably.

The wound was burned and stopped bleeding, and Matthew picked up the guy and threw him in a corner.

Regret!

Cranston was filled with regret at this moment. Why was he trying to take credit for his achievements? Wouldn't it be better for him to just stay at home?

All his men were dead.

I don't know if I can survive.

......

The next morning.

Hardy woke up from the woman's arms.

After getting dressed, washing up and saying goodbye to the woman, he went downstairs and saw Henry standing by his car smoking, which surprised him.

"Henry, why are you here?"

"Something happened last night, and I wanted to report it to you as soon as possible, so I came here."

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Just two cigarettes."

"What is it?"

"The Spanish gang suspected us and sent people to investigate, but the leader was a brainless guy and was going to rush in to arrest people for interrogation, but we took care of him. We killed 11 of them and left one alive," said Henry.

Hardy was slightly startled.

I didn't expect such a big thing to happen at night. Fortunately, Henry and his team handled it well.

He drove back to the factory in the downtown area, looked at the bodies on the two trucks, and came to the only survivor.

"What's your name?" Hardy asked calmly.

"My name is Cranston." Cranston said in a dry voice.

"What is your position in the Spanish Gang?"

"Boss."

Although the hierarchy within the European and American gangs is not as complex as that in martial arts novels, they also have their own organizational divisions.

The gang leader is usually called the boss or the big boss, and under him are the second boss, military advisor, economic adviser, and staff officer, and below that are the leaders, who are considered the elite and backbone members of the gang. Hadi is now one of the leaders of the Jewish gang.

The boss has a group of gang members under him. The number of gang members varies, and it mainly depends on whether the boss can afford to support them. If you can afford it, no one will care about you even if you recruit a hundred brothers.

"Tell me everything you know about the Spanish gangs," Hardy said coolly.

"Just ask whatever you want to know. I promise I won't hide anything from you." Cranston said with a bitter face.

Hardy then asked Cranston everything he wanted to know about the Spanish Gang. Through Cranston's narration, Hardy had a more comprehensive understanding of the Spanish Gang.

Finally asked:

"I heard that the Spanish gang is planning to engage in drug trafficking recently. Do you know about the situation?" Hardy asked.

Cranston immediately shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't heard of it."

"Where do the Spanish gangs buy their drugs?"

"I bought it from a Colombian. I heard that he was a general. He was quite mysterious. I was accompanying him to the dock to pick up the goods. I overheard the general when Strategist Burstein was chatting with the other party."

"The dock, they transport goods by water?" Hardy asked.

"Yes, the Colombians came here on an ocean-going cargo ship, transported the drugs offshore, and then sent them to the port by speedboat, and then took them back on another returning cargo ship."

"Which pier?"

"A small private port outside Santa Monica Harbor. Oh, I remembered something. When I reported your affairs to Boss Dani, I vaguely heard Boss Dani and the military advisor mention something about a port and arranging manpower."

Hardy's heart moved.

It is very likely that Dani was talking about this drug deal.

Since the personnel have already been deployed, it seems that the transaction will take place in these few days.

Hardy felt that a big business was beckoning him.