"What should we do? What should we do?" As bullets flew overhead, the remaining 23 people anxiously looked at their leader and shouted. They were stuck, unable to advance or retreat.
The other side could hit them, but they couldn't retaliate. If they stayed like this much longer, the police would arrive.
By then, their fate would be sealed. The intent to use force to attack private property and commit murder would be undeniable. Moreover, considering Jiang Hai's financial resources, if they were arrested, they'd probably never see the light of day again.
As mentioned earlier, these people were desperate, but they didn't actually want to die. They were helpless in this situation. Hearing his words, the man being addressed broke into a sweat. He glanced at his watch and sighed, "Hold on for a bit longer. Another ten minutes." After saying this to those around him, he turned to face the scene with a cold expression.
Meanwhile, Jiang Hai had finished the second belt of bullets and couldn't help but curse. He started loading the third belt.
"In the movies, they always say a car will explode if you shoot it, but I've fired so many rounds and it still won't blow up!" Jiang Hai said, frustrated, while reloading. Indeed, in movies and TV shows, cars explode with a few gunshots, but Jiang Hai had fired nearly 200 rounds, and the car remained untouched.
In reality, someone had already tested this theory, and almost 99% of the time, bullets won't make a car explode.
To make a car explode, three conditions must be met: First, the bullets must hit the fuel tank. Second, the bullets must cause a spark. Third, an explosion must occur.
But these conditions are incredibly rare. The vehicles they were driving were GMC commercial vehicles, often used as police cars. These cars had reinforced exteriors, which Jiang Hai's machine gun could pierce, but not enough to hit the fuel tank.
Even if the bullets hit the fuel tank, it's almost impossible to cause an open flame. The high-speed bullets would puncture the metal but wouldn't ignite it. In fact, you would need two bullets in the same hole to create a spark, which was nearly impossible with Jiang Hai's weapon.
And even if a flame were to occur, it's highly unlikely to cause an explosion. It might burn, but not explode.
So, Jiang Hai knew he couldn't count on blowing up the car. After sitting back down and reloading, he picked up the gun again, but this time he wasn't in a rush to shoot. There was no point in shooting at the moment.
The enemy was hiding too well. If he shot now, he'd only waste his ammo. He would wait for them to come out and deal with them then.
But the enemy wasn't stupid. Why would they come out now? That would be suicidal.
Besides, Jiang Hai had no sniper, and there was one on the other side. Snipers were far more dangerous than his machine gun.
The standoff continued, with only the police outside and the gangsters still engaged in fierce combat.
As time passed, Jiang Hai and his men began to relax. They had received news that the police in Boston had broken through the roadblocks and would arrive in about half an hour. As long as they could hold on, these people would be done for.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the villa. Jiang Hai's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed inwardly. He immediately turned around and saw that the window in his room had been shattered. His room was exactly where Darlene and the others were hiding. The enemy, hearing the shot, couldn't help but laugh triumphantly, knowing they had succeeded.
"Bell!" Jiang Hai shouted, preparing to rush back to the villa. But the people outside didn't give him that opportunity. Just as he was about to leave, the 23 remaining gang members surged toward the villa.
"Boss, I'll go!" Bell shouted, after shooting and killing two people. He tucked away his weapon. Compared to fire suppression, his sniper rifle wasn't as effective as Jiang Hai's M134.
Although Jiang Hai was anxious, he decided to fight head-on first. If he didn't, things could get worse. He quickly dodged and left his hiding place, sweeping through the remaining enemies. In an instant, six of the 21 living gang members fell, their blood staining the ground.
But the remaining 15 reacted quickly. They hit the ground and continued moving toward Jiang Hai and his men.
If they had sniper rifles, they would be easy targets. Unfortunately, there were none.
"Dammit!" Jiang Hai muttered. Looking at the situation, he was still worried about Darlene and the others in the villa. He decided to change his approach. Grabbing his AUG, he jumped onto the first-floor Yuda and began firing.
But his AUG, being semi-automatic, wasn't as powerful as his machine gun. After five shots, he had to reload. When the enemy heard his gunfire, they saw an opportunity. The leader gave the command, and the enemy soldiers who were lying down sprang to their feet and rushed at Jiang Hai.
Seeing this, Robbins and the others understood that the real battle had just begun.
Inside the villa, things were tense. Six invaders had snuck into Jiang Hai's home. After the battle started, they made their way into the villa, where they blocked off Jiang Hai's women who were watching the battle below.
The plan was to capture the women and force Jiang Hai to negotiate. But the situation wasn't going as smoothly as they hoped; it seemed they were at odds with each other.
"Connorson Peters, don't make me say it again. Get over here now!" a one-eyed man shouted, glaring at the large man in front of the group of women.
The six intruders had split into two groups. Five held pistols, and a massive man, over two meters tall, stood in front of the women. Behind him were Darlene, Marian, Aphra, Bernice, Xiaoya, and nine other girls, all of whom were terrified, unsure of what to do.
"Run!" The big man ordered, without turning around.
Fortunately, the women weren't helpless. Despite their fear, they knew how to handle themselves. Following his instructions, they began moving toward the door.
Seeing this, a sharp glint flashed in the one-eyed man's eyes.
"Fire!" he commanded. The five pistols discharged, but the big man bravely blocked the shots. Blood splattered across his body as he took the hits, but his action gave the women a chance to escape.
As the women fled, the one-eyed man's rage was palpable.
"Chase them!" he shouted.
But just as the five men moved to give chase, the big man, despite being injured, fired his gun and struck one of them in the chest.
The one-eyed man's face went pale. The remaining four quickly scattered to avoid further bullets.
"You three go after the women downstairs. I'll deal with him!" the one-eyed man ordered, his murderous intent clear.
Seeing the big man attempt to rise again, the one-eyed man calmly stood and fired twice, hitting him in the shoulder and leg. The big man fell to the ground, shaking.
"Connorson Peters, I admire you. You're strong, brave, and tough, but betraying us now? You're asking for death," the one-eyed man sneered.
Connorson Peters, though pale from blood loss, glared at the one-eyed man, his eyes filled with defiance. "This is my benefactor's home. I won't let you succeed."
The one-eyed man's expression darkened. He aimed his pistol at Connorson's head and said coldly, "Unfortunately, you won't be around to see it."
Connorson closed his eyes, resigned. If he had known this was his benefactor's home, he might have acted differently. Perhaps things could have turned out better.
"Guess I'll have to repay this favor in the next life," he thought, before everything went black.