Chapter 1155
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"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Before the gangsters could react, the military helicopter and the Lightning Team members who were already in position formed an arc-shaped encirclement.
Of course, it wasn't accurate to call it an encirclement. After all, including the military helicopter, there were only six of them.
There were at least a hundred of Bob's men and the workers.
However, the Lightning Team had brought powerful firepower this time.
The two gun barrels on the landing gear of the military helicopter suddenly spat out tongues of fire.
The other five Lightning Team members in different corners also attacked at the same time.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh —
Robert and Pierre both hugged their heads and lay on the ground. The people around them were riddled with holes and fell to the ground one after another.
"Counterattack … Counterattack … Counterattack!" Bob shouted with all his might, but he also hugged his head and lay on the ground.
Chen Zhao was the only one left standing.
It wasn't that the gangsters didn't want to fight back, but they were armed with pistols. They were facing the military helicopter and automatic weapons.
The military helicopter used 12mm armor-piercing bullets. They could even penetrate regular armored vehicles.
If they hit a person, their body would be destroyed immediately.
Klaus and the others were holding heavy machine guns, the kind that needed a rack to shoot.
However, they were holding them in their hands. These weapons could fire more than 200 rounds per minute.
Moreover, they had the high ground. In this situation, the gangsters couldn't fight back at all.
Bob kept holding the pistol in his hand, but he didn't fire a single shot.
He didn't even have the courage to look up.
Chen Zhao's voice rang in his ears.
"Kill everyone in this port. Don't leave a single one alive!"
The military helicopter whistled and the gunshots grew further away.
However, the screams were endless.
Robert and Pierre were also terrified.
Just like Bob, they hugged their heads and curled up on the ground in fear.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and the smoke that made people cry uncontrollably.
This killing process lasted for about ten minutes.
Finally, Bob heard the second person's voice.
"President, they're all dead."
There were flames in the distance. The Lightning Team was setting the place on fire. They wanted to burn the entire port.
"Give me what I want," Chen Zhao said.
The military helicopter landed slowly. Klaus and the others had flown at maximum speed to carry out Chen Zhao's orders. In an hour, they had traveled 400 kilometers.
The meat grinder was still as good as new. The lightning squad still had ten minutes to dig it out from the ground and clean it while they were at it.
Cas didn't know what Chen Zhao wanted to do, but he could hear Chen Zhao's tone.
It was the prelude to a volcano eruption. Someone had angered him.
"Mr. Bob, aren't you going to look up and see where you belong?" Chen Zhao asked.
Bob raised his head and looked around. At this moment, his face was extremely pale.
He realized that he was in big trouble.
He was not the owner of this port, he was just the manager.
This port was jointly owned by the three major forces of San Diego.
But now, the port was completely destroyed.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"I know. Of course I know what I'm doing," Chen Zhao said with a smile. "You're threatening my family."
Chen Zhao looked at Bob and then at Klaus. "Start this mincing machine."
Rumble —
The mincing machine emitted a deafening sound.
Chen Zhao walked up. Bob tried to resist, but Chen Zhao kicked Bob's gun-wielding arm first.
The kick broke it and the arm flew into Bob's mouth.
Bob screamed in pain. His right arm was a bloody mess.
Chen Zhao picked up Bob's foot and dragged him to the mincing machine.
"No … Let me go, let me go … I won't do it again. I apologize for my inappropriate words earlier …"
"Sorry, I can't accept it."
Whoosh —
"Ah …"
Chen Zhao stuffed Bob's foot into the entrance of the mincing machine.
Blood sprayed out from the entrance.
Bob's tenacious life force did not kill him immediately.
He was still struggling.
He finally realized that he had offended a demon.
There was no pity or sympathy.
He could only endure hell and despair, complaining with heart-wrenching screams.
Even though Bob's legs were completely crushed, he was still alive, not dead immediately.
But now, he no longer had the strength to scream. His stomach had sunk into the mincing machine.
Just then, the mincing machine suddenly stopped.
Chen Zhao turned off the switch and looked at Bob, who was still stuck in the mincing machine. "That's perfect. Have a good night."
Chen Zhao looked at Robert and Pierre. "You can leave now. By the way, Pierre violated the school rules tonight. He came out to drink and got into a fight outside the school. Find him and give him a demerit."
The two nodded. They did not dare to look at Bob's tragic state.
This was an even crueler butcher than Bob.
…
Early morning
"Bolton, go to the outskirts 30 kilometers away immediately."
"What happened?" Bolton was sleeping with his wife in his arms.
"We found the legendary Port of Sin."
Bolten suddenly woke up from his bed. "How did you find it?"
"There was a gunfight last night … No, more accurately, it was a massacre."
"I'll go immediately. Send me the exact location."
San Diego was very busy today. Almost all the police officers were heading toward the same location.
When Bolton arrived at the port, he saw a few police officers surrounding a mincing machine.
"Hey, Dawes."
"Bolton, you're here."
"Is there a war here?"
"Yes, but it's a one-sided war. Look at what this is."
"12mm armor-piercing bullets? Do the gangs all use this kind of weapon in fights nowadays? "
At this moment, the two policemen behind dragged a person down from the machine.
"Huh … Wah …"
Bolten immediately vomited, while the other colleagues all had gloating expressions on their faces.
Bob's intestines were all out. His lower body was empty. He'd died from the pain.
The entire place had been burned down, but it was still relatively clean.
"Isn't that Bob? Who did he offend? Mexicans? Colombians? Mafia? "
"According to the investigation, Bob is the manager of this port, which is owned by three forces. It can't be them."
"Other than these three forces, who else has this kind of ability? Who else has such cruel methods? "
"That's what we need to investigate," Dawes said. "They're a group of evil people."
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