Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 711 - 467: Strength

Under the night sky of Alaska, it was silent and cold.

The town’s lights were sparse, most residents had already retreated indoors to fend off the chill.

Only ’Wild Buffalo Horn’ and ’Parrot’ bars continued blasting piercing noises, with gang mbers partying through the night.

Inside a house, a series of "clack-clack" sounds echoed as everyone checked their weapons and loaded their magazines.

"Three cars arrived at the Aryan Brotherhood’s base not long ago. They should be delivering goods; looks like they’re not planning to leave tonight." Bingzi reported over the walkie-talkie.

"How many people ca?"

"Twelve."

Originally, there were sixteen or seventeen Aryan Brotherhood mbers in the town, and their numbers have now almost reached thirty.

On the sofa, Qi Yun squinted and looked up at Brother Quan. His rule was to leave professional tasks to professionals without ddling.

"So are we sticking to the original plan to attack?" An Zai squatted on the ground, loading shells into his shotgun.

"Why bother picking a ti to deal with a few scumbags? Just do it!" Brother Quan replied expressionlessly, exuding confidence.

Hearing this, An Zai also grinned, excitedly racking his gun: "Just what I wanted."

Once everyone checked their gear, Brother Quan waved his hand: "Move out!"

Three SUVs started up, heading straight for the Aryan Brotherhood’s base.

Qi Yun stood by the window, took out his phone, and dialed Miller’s number.

"Sir!"

"Get ready."

"Yes, I’ll gather the manpower imdiately." Miller responded respectfully over the phone.

...

The convoy stopped at the street entrance; both Aryan Brotherhood bars were on the main street, less than five hundred ters apart.

"I’ll take Niu Da, An Zai, and Da Pao to the Wild Buffalo Horn bar."

"Chen Wei, take a team with Falcon, Bingzi, and Old Bai to deal with the Parrot bar’s people."

"Anyone who resists, kill them straight away, but no civilian casualties." Brother Quan quickly made his arrangents.

"Move!"

Several figures vanished into the shadows of the street like reapers, heading toward their targets.

"Bang!"

The Wild Buffalo Horn bar door was kicked open, followed by a "bang!" gunshot.

Holding a shotgun, An Zai fired a shot straight at the ceiling.

"Motherfucker! Everyone get down!"

Instantly, everyone looked toward the door, and the previously noisy bar fell silent.

Without any tactics, the four charged straight inside.

Inside the bar were about twenty people, burly and fierce, dressed in Aryan Brotherhood attire, with leaves clamped in their mouths.

The silence lasted less than a second.

"Fuck!" A white man with a face full of flesh closest to the door was the first to react, angrily reaching for the back of his waist!

"Bang!!"

An Zai’s Remington 870 roared again, fire spewing out, directly blasting the burly man along with the table in front of him flying backward, blood mist and wood splinters exploding in an instant!

The fight broke out.

Perhaps thinking Brother Quan’s group was suicidal due to their small numbers, the Aryan Brotherhood mbers quickly pulled their guns and started shooting!

In an instant, gunfire erupted in the Wild Buffalo Horn bar!

Pistol, shotgun, and rifle shots mingled together! Bullets flew horizontally, shattering the glass on the liquor cabinet one by one.

Seeing the opponents dare retaliate, Brother Quan raised an eyebrow, lifted his hand to fire two precise shots, hitting an enemy in the chest.

"Kill them all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped like a leopard, rolling sideways to avoid a burst of bullets, while his carbine spouted flas again, riddling an enemy attempting to rush from a side booth with bullets.

Niu Da was even more ferocious; wearing a bulletproof vest and leveraging his massive physique, he barely sought cover, charging into the densest area of enemies like a human tank, each roar of his shotgun sending foes flying.

His style was sheer violent suppression, instantly disrupting the enemies’ rhythm, forcing them to retreat and hide.

An Zai and Da Pao coordinated seamlessly; An Zai used the shotgun’s terrifying power to suppress, while Da Pao employed his rifle for precise elimination, his sharpshooting ensuring that almost every pull of the trigger resulted in a hit.

Despite being outnumbered, the four were battle-hardened elites, their tactical skills and teamwork far superior to these rabble.

Fierce firepower steadily advanced, quickly pushing back the twenty enemies, with seven or eight lying on the ground in no ti.

But these gang mbers were braver than the Japanese cops, refusing to relent despite significant losses, with the remaining dozen fighting like rabid dogs, swearing and returning fire, gunshots echoing nonstop.

"Fight back! Fight back now! There are only four of them! Kill those yellow bastards!" A leader-like figure hid behind the counter, shouting commands to organize retaliation.

"Damn it! They dare fight back? I’m the man for the job!" An Zai roared, rolling out of cover and fired "bang bang!" twice, blowing the head off an enemy shooting from behind a dining table.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

Amidst a rapid sweep, after emptying his magazine, Brother Quan tossed aside his carbine, swiftly drawing a Glock 19 from each hip.

"Bang bang bang!" Both guns fired alternately.

"Ah!" A guy hiding behind the sofa was shot through the cover, hitting his thigh. He scread and fell, imdiately receiving another shot from Brother Quan’s left gun to his chest.

As companions fell one after another around them, terror started to spread.

"Devils! They’re devils!"

"Run! Run quickly!"