A cliff in the wilderness outside Los Angeles.
Two trucks were parked at the edge of the cliff, with more than a dozen corpses inside, and Cranston on top.
Neil put two big firecrackers in the car, and another truck reversed, pushing the two trucks off the cliff. The cars rolled down the cliff, and not long after they reached the bottom, they exploded and caught fire.
As for whether the Spanish Gang will find out that Cranston was killed, it is estimated that they will not find out for a while. Cranston said that the boss only asked him to investigate, and he was the one who took the initiative to come directly to the door. No one in the gang knew about their actions.
Everyone returned to the factory gathering place, including Sean Neil and his friends. Hardy looked at the factory and said, "We must find a new place. This place has been targeted. We must be more cautious in the future."
Henry and others nodded.
Everyone acted quickly, cleaning up the bloodstains in the factory and moving their belongings away. In the afternoon, they found a place on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, a country hotel with a living room, bedrooms, and a large yard for parking.
Very suitable for a new residence.
The next day.
Hardy brought a group of his men to the dock Cranston mentioned to explore the terrain there.
The pier is not very big.
It was a fishing port pier that could only accommodate fishing boats and shrimp boats of several dozen tons. It was a private pier. When they came to observe, there were many fishing boats parked at the pier, and some people were loading fish onto trucks.
Richard saw a three-story building nearby, said something to Hardy, and secretly ran to the top of the building to check it out.
This position is the commanding height of the entire pier, overlooking all directions, and is definitely an excellent sniping point.
Everyone returned to the hotel and sat in the living room to discuss countermeasures.
"Boss, if they trade during the day, we can pretend to buy fish and get two trucks to keep an eye on them every day."
"If it's at night, we can ambush them in advance and kill them by surprise when they are trading."
Hardy thought about it.
Start by assigning tasks to each person.
Starting from the next day, Henry, Matthew, Leo, Chris, Richard and Neil became fishmongers and drove two trucks to buy fish.
During this time, Richard secretly went upstairs several times and quietly placed two large packages in a hidden place on the roof.
They were only 50% sure whether this was the place for the transaction, but if successful, they would get sufficient rewards, so Hardy was fully prepared.
The rest is up to luck.
Two days passed. By this afternoon, the sun was setting and most of the fishing boats had already docked. Only a few people were still trading at the dock.
Suddenly, two cars drove over from a distance, and several men in suits got out and walked into the fish market. They seemed to be selecting fish, but their eyes were always looking around. Not long after, these people got into the car and left without buying any fish.
Henry, who was wearing work clothes, rubber shoes and gloves, looked up at Matthew and whispered, "I feel like these guys are from the Spanish gang."
“I feel the same way.”
The news quickly reached Hardy, who knew the deal might happen tonight.
Gather everyone and give orders immediately.
"Brothers, get ready to work."
Hearing that they were going to work, the guys became excited and began to prepare their own firearms.
late at night.
eleven o'clock.
The pier was pitch black, without a single ray of light. The sea in the distance looked like a monster that was ready to devour people at any time, making people feel nervous and timid.
Four cars drove into the pier along the gravel road.
The cars parked side by side at the pier. A dozen people got out first and looked around. It was pitch black and they couldn't see anything. After saying something to the people in the car, the four cars turned on their headlights facing the sea.
A flash.
Two flashes.
...
It flashed four times in total.
After a few breaths, a beam of light appeared on the sea in the distance and flashed four times towards the pier.
After a while, a fishing boat of more than ten tons came from the sea and slowly stopped at the dock. The Spanish gang had been waiting on the shore, led by General Burstein.
A man emerged from the fishing boat and jumped ashore by stepping on the boat's board.
Burstein walked up to him with a smile, shook hands cordially, and said in Spanish: "Garcia, we meet again."
"Hello, Burstein, is the money ready?"
"Of course."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and one of his men brought a suitcase. Burstein opened the suitcase and under the light of the car headlights he could see neatly stacked US dollars in the suitcase.
"Three hundred thousand dollars, not a penny less," Burstein said.
"That's good. I'll let them move the goods now."
Garcia waved behind him, and several dark-skinned men came out of the boat, carrying packages onto the shore.
Soon all the goods were moved onto the dock, reaching half a person's height and almost one cubic meter.
"This is the goods you want, a total of 500 kilograms. You want a lot this time, almost our three-month production. It seems you have good business." Garcia said.
"Not bad." Burstein said with a smile.
He then asked a younger man to inspect the goods. Burstein took out two cigars and handed one to the Colombian.
“Crack~!”
He lit the silver Zippo lighter in his hand and passed it to Garcia.
Garcia lowered his head and lit a cigarette.
But at this moment, there was a crisp gunshot.
“Bang~!”
The next moment,
There was a bloody hole on the head of the Colombian leader, and his body fell to the ground with a thud. Blood splashed all over Burstein's face, making him stand in silence for a second or two.
"They killed Garcia!"
The other Colombians exclaimed.
Several people quickly rushed out of the cabin, all holding submachine guns in their hands. They must have been hiding in the cabin on guard.
After all, everyone has to be careful about this kind of transaction.
“Thump, thump, thump, thump~!”
The Colombians opened fire on the shore, shooting wildly at the Spanish gang members.
The younger brother next to Burstein was so scared that he pulled his boss down, thus saving him from being beaten to death on the spot.
After being attacked by the Colombians, the Spanish gang members also drew their guns and fought back. Several Colombians who had come ashore with Garcia to trade were killed by the Spanish gang members in an instant.
A chaotic battle broke out between the two sides.
Burstein finally realized that there must be a misunderstanding and shouted in Spanish, "Stop, everyone stop, there is a misunderstanding."
But before Burstein could finish his words, a bullet flew from a distance, and a bloody hole instantly appeared on Burstein's head.
Burstein's eyes widened and he fell down in disbelief.
When the Spanish gang saw that their division had been killed, they increased their firepower and engaged the Colombians on the ship in a frenzy.
But they came unprepared for a fight, armed only with pistols, and were suppressed by the Colombians who were armed with long guns.
At this moment.
A group of people rushed out from behind them.
The Spanish gangsters were stunned, wondering if these were one of our own. But before they could react, these people opened fire at them with their submachine guns.
“Tut, tut, tut~!”
The few remaining Spanish gang members were killed by this group at a single encounter.
These people did not stop. After killing the Spaniards, they pointed their guns at the Colombians. The Chicago Typewriter fired wildly at the fishing boat, and the powerful firepower made the people on the boat dare not show their heads.
Kerry was nearly two meters tall, holding an M42 heavy machine gun in his hand, with a long bullet chain dragging on the ground. He fired madly at the fishing boat, and the flame from the muzzle shot out more than half a meter away.
Neil took out a grenade and threw it far away at the fishing boat.
"Bang~!"
The grenade was thrown accurately into the cabin and exploded, and the gunfire in the cabin stopped immediately.
When the Colombians saw that they could not defeat the enemy, they immediately sailed away. Henry, Matthew and others wanted to chase them, but Hardy stopped them.
"There's no need to chase him. If he runs away, he'll run away. It won't affect us. Let's move the goods as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, several people immediately ran to the Spanish gang and found a cash box in a car, which was full of neatly arranged banknotes.
"Boss, we found the money!" Henry shouted excitedly.
"What should we do with all this cocoa powder? Should we throw it into the sea?" Leo asked.
Hardy thought about it.
Although he does not sell drugs and is against drug trafficking, all of this is money. Although it only costs 300,000 to buy it from Colombians, the price can be four or five times higher in the market.
"Load everything into the car and take it back. We'll figure out how to deal with it later!"