??Chapter 101: 099 Firearms: Are They Such a Disadvantage? (4100)_1
Chapter 101: 099 Firearms: Are They Such a Disadvantage? (4100)_1
36 Ferren Street, it’s a dium-sized mansion.
On the northeast side of the mansion near the side door, a rectangular warehouse was wide open. A black classic car parked at the entrance where a man and a woman were carefully moving stuff in.
Over a dozen mbers of the Black Fla Gang were waiting nearby, along with several hand carts. As the two unloaded the goods, gang mbers hastily ran over. Small antiques were carefully cradled in their hands, while larger antiques were placed onto hand carts. One person would pull the cart, while another held onto the antiques, to protect them from any possible accident.
They handled every job with care because these antiques were invaluable. If they were damaged or broken, they would likely be killed on the spot by boss Edward.
“Handle with care…”
Boss Edward, standing nearby, reminded them. A middle-aged man of about 1.75 ters, he, like all the gang mbers, preferred wearing black jackets. On the right side of the jacket was a white skull logo. His arm was tattooed with a black fla, the emblem of the Black Fla Gang.
Coming down the internal road of the mansion was a tall, thin man who quickly walked over and whispered sothing in Edward’s ear. “What? You haven’t received the other Fortune Car yet? What are you playing at? Wasn’t it supposed to be at Beika Street?”
Edward felt his subordinates were useless for not even being able to handle such a simple matter. The Zephyr lieutenant who was responsible for the transfer along with his mbers had disappeared yesterday leaving Edward himself to personally oversee everything.
Moving stuff in the dead of the night was not a pleasant job.
In fact, the Sand Dust Organization’s split into two groups and Casio’s operation last night had nothing to do with each other because Edward had stupidly not reported the disappearance of his n to anyone.
Perhaps it would take another five or six days before he suspected sothing was wrong. Edward’s brain was fried from snorting cocaine last night and this morning.
The Sand Dust Organization had indeed notified the Black Fla Gang, but only partially. They intentionally divided their forces and delivered to the Black Fla Gang via two routes. Half of the antiques were taken directly to 36 Ferren Street, the Black Fla Gang’s headquarters warehouse, and the other half of the antiques were supposed to go to 118 Beika Street. This would ensure that one incident wouldn’t compromise the entire operation.
After all, the Black Spade A controlled Baichuan City on the surface.
Being cautious never hurt anyone.
It was actually the right decision. Had the trio not split up, they might have all been wiped out by Casio.
“Anything wrong?”
By the Fortune Car, a man with brown curly hair approached. Despite the heat, he was still wearing black gloves. Wearing a pair of gold-rimd glasses on his nose bridge, he looked more like a scholar than a mber of an underground gang.
“Oh, Mr. Kiria, there’s an issue.”
Edward quickly explained what he had just heard.
Kiria frowned, silent. He felt sothing was off and went back to his companions to relay the information.
At the sa ti, outside the mansion in the small alleyway.
A tall man wearing a mask stepped out of the darkness, the pupils beneath the holes in his mask were cold and indifferent.
“This is the place…”
Casio murmured to himself, he was wearing a mask not to look cool, but to hide his identity. According to Lona’s testimony, there were quite a few people in the Black Fla Gang’s hideout. Casio was not afraid of the number of people, but if there were too many, it might be hard for him to kill them all and so who had seen his face could escape.
Casio did not want to see his own wanted poster on the wall the next day, in which case he would have to leave Baichuan City again.
Standing in the alleyway, Casio looked up at the high wall.
The white wall was approximately two and a half ters tall, topped off with rows of black spikes. He retreated slightly and took three big steps forward before bounding into the air like a spring.
With a soft thud, his feet landed on the ground.
“Who’s there?!” A voice suddenly ca from not too far away.
“A skilled contender?” Casio quickly sized up his surroundings. This was the back of the warehouse, a white stone path in front of him. He had landed in a flower garden, with a row of ornantal trees lining the front.
On the white stone road, dozens of ters away, a youth with black gloves was sprinting like a cheetah.
“This speed doesn’t seem to belong to a gang mber…”
Casio slightly squinted his eyes, guessing that the man was a mber of the Sand Dust Organization and just happened to be at the Black Fla Gang’s base.
Since his cover was blown, Casio figured there was no need to hide anymore. He instantly jumped out of the flower garden and stood on the white stone floor.
“From the Sand Dust Organization, are you?” Casio asked calmly.
“Die!” Kiria didn’t bother wasting words and charged at him, his foot slid forward and his hands swiftly swung into action. His fists, resembling spikes, thrust towards Casio at a rapid speed.
The punch was fast, but a palm ca even faster, smacking the fist away with a bang.
Taken aback, Kiria stumbled, surprised by the force, which was seemingly much greater than his own. He knew he had to dodge, but just as this thought took root in his head, a sudden warning went off in his brain.
He swiftly recoiled to avoid it.
Bang!
A punch landed squarely on the iron streetlight pole; the pole, as thick as an average man’s thigh, was knocked over, its upper half was yanked into the air then impaled into the ground.
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