When the first grenade exploded above Narrow Island, the boss of the Gambol Mafia, who occupied the northeast side of Narrow Island, was having his dinner.
He had a mansion in the east side of Gotham, and there were many beautiful girls there. It was a man's paradise. This young black man's favorite thing to do was to have some fun in the pool with the girls after he had his fill.
However, after the death of his original boss, Falconi, Gambol wanted to do something big. To motivate his subordinates, he even personally came to the chaotic Narrow Island and swore that he would chase his rival, Wurz's mafia, out of Narrow Island within a week.
If Gambol's plan succeeded, then he would jump out from the bottom few bosses in Gotham and become one of the top three bosses. Although no one was willing to come to Narrow Island, it was a 'treasure' that Falconi had kept in his hands.
Just the number of desperadoes here was enough for Falconi to hire them with a wave of cash. They would beat anyone who dared to challenge him to the ground.
Things went very smoothly. Gambor's side had more than 130 people, while Woolz's side only had 80. Moreover, Woolz's side was not prepared. Whether it was in terms of numbers or weapons, they were far behind Gambor's forces. On this long and narrow island, they were suppressed very badly.
"Haha, Wurz, that country bumpkin, still wants to fight with me!"
Gambol, who was wearing an exquisite blue striped suit, had a large gold ring on his finger, and a gold chain around his neck. He used a fork to pick up a piece of steak that emitted a delicious aroma as he spoke to his subordinates sitting beside him.
"When we chase him out, you will all be rewarded!"
He chewed on the steak and was about to say something to motivate his subordinates when he heard a whistling sound. He turned around and saw a flash of fire in the distant night.
Before Gambol could react, he was pinned to the ground by his bodyguards. When the grenade hit the third floor, he had just been pulled down the stairs by his bodyguards. He saw the scorching firestorm engulfing the third floor. There was a violent tremor, and the buildings around him could not bear the weight. There were also debris flying everywhere.
He saw a twisted steel bar missing from the bodyguard's chest. Blood spurted out from the tall body like a waterfall, dying everything in front of him red.
Blood flowed out of his ears. He could not hear the explosion, but he could see the torn bodies of his subordinates in this building. They could not survive the violent firestorm.
Gambol wanted to escape, but he had only taken two steps when another grenade hit the building. Gambol screamed in the tremor that came from below. He saw a huge piece of debris coming down on him. He frantically jumped out, but it was as if something heavy hit the back of his head. Darkness engulfed everything in front of him.
For the gang members who were patrolling outside the base, the scene of their boss being hit by two grenades was too horrifying. They were just gang members, not soldiers. They had never been on the battlefield before. This kind of scene that was like a real war scared many of them to the point that they stood rooted to the ground. Some of the more timid ones even threw away their guns and turned to run.
However, they had only taken a few steps when they heard a low rumble. In the dark night, three trucks and more than ten pickup trucks rushed into the territory of Gambol's gang. Before Gambol's subordinates could recover from the shock of the explosion, the fully automatic weapons started to rain death on them.
There were also the "armed" workers who jumped out of the trucks with baseball bats. Under the cover of their guns, in the dark air filled with the smell of gunpowder, they wore baseball helmets. They were like enraged beasts. In this crazy scene, the angry workers finally found a way to vent their anger.
They waved the baseball bats and steel rods in their hands and mercilessly beat the panicked gang members. They didn't even think of holding back. In a situation where they had the complete advantage, they didn't need to worry about being attacked at all. They had the advantage of numbers.
Even if they were hit by the gang's pistols, they would not die. Instead, they would make the workers even wilder. In the dark, the gang members who were beaten up and knocked down let out miserable cries. The cries spread far and wide in the night, like a tragedy in the human world.
Those who fled at the beginning of the chaotic battle were not lucky. The people in the pickup trucks were all members of The Devil Gang who were armed to the teeth. They wore all kinds of devil masks. Whenever they saw someone with a weapon, they would fire a barrage of bullets, forcing them into the storm of the workers' bats. As for those who fled into the occupied houses, they threw grenades in their hands.
Looking at those panicking bastards running around, the armed workers laughed maniacally and rushed forward. They looked like a group of rioting civilians. However, they were also tortured by Gotham's developed gang industry. Especially after the economic turmoil of more than a decade ago, Gotham's public security deteriorated rapidly. This brought about even worse problems for the people.
Narrows Island was Gotham's largest slum. However, Gotham was not just a slum on Narrows Island. In a 21st-century city, there were still so many poor people who had lost their homes. This was enough to show how bad Gotham's situation was.
Moreover, during the time when the two gangs were fighting, the law-abiding people had already been forced out of Narrows Island. In the place where the two gangs fought, there were empty houses everywhere. Saber did not have to worry about hurting innocent people because there was no one there!
The explosion of grenades and the sound of guns made the place look like a battlefield in the Middle East. The Gambor Gang's nest was destroyed in less than five minutes under the attack of The Devil Gang and the frenzied workers.
No matter how loyal the thugs were, in this situation where they were completely outnumbered and outgunned, they couldn't even muster the will to resist. This was especially so when Sergei smirked and used a grenade launcher to wipe out another gang stronghold on the fifth floor right in front of them. Trembling, these thugs threw down their weapons and surrendered with their hands over their heads.
"Sergues, take the workers and kill them all. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get off work."
Saber held the walkie-talkie in his hand, bored. He held the automatic rifle and sat in the car. After the battle with the Mutant Brotherhood and the Alliance of Shadow Warriors, the battle here was like a small skirmish and did not interest him at all.
He tilted his head and looked to the other side. Some of the workers who had calmed down, under the command of Kevin, threw the unconscious gang members into the trucks. They would be sent directly to the Gotham Police Station. If it was not for Gordon's insistence that Saber not start a massacre, this troublesome guy would have thrown them into the sea.
Gambor's nest was destroyed, but there were still a few stragglers who were not a problem. Now it was time for the Wurz Gang, who occupied the other side of Narrows Island, to suffer.
Sergues gave the workers ten minutes to clean up the place. The workers jumped into the trucks and rushed to the other side of Narrows Island. Kevin followed while Saber stayed behind.
The Wurz Gang had been suppressed badly recently. They were weak here, so Saber did not need to show up.
He held the black straight blade and walked on the suspension bridge from Narrows Island to the dock area. After the "War of Narrows Island", the city hall had paid to repair the steel tracks above the suspension bridge. Wayne Industries had also donated money to rebuild the old train system. Perhaps in a few months, a brand new train system would appear in Gotham City.
This was a good thing.
However, Saber was more concerned about another matter. Tonight was such a big mess, but Batman did not show up. It seemed like Gordon was right. The other parts of the city were also in a bad situation. Batman's focus had been shifted to the East City District and Lower City District. He did not have time to care about the situation on Narrows Island.
"Hmm, this is a good thing. I won't see that idiot."
Saber walked on the suspension bridge and stretched. He carried the sheathed blade on his shoulder and swaggered toward the city. It would only take an hour to walk from here to the dock area. After the War of Narrows Island ended, the central city regained its order quickly. Gotham was currently bustling with nightlife. Walking in the cold wind was a form of entertainment for Saber.
"Bang!"
With a soft thud, a black shadow hit his back. Seiber's body swayed, and he fell to the ground with his face facing upwards.
"Heh heh, what Red Devil? It sounds impressive, but you're nothing but a weakling in front of me."
An unpleasant voice came from the darkness above. It was a skinny guy. He was leaning on the railing of the suspension bridge behind Saber. When he saw Saber fall to the ground, he smiled and jumped down from the 3-meter high railing. When he landed on the ground, he was unusually light.
Coupled with his black leather outfit, he looked like a ninja shuttling through the night.
However, with the help of the dim lights on the suspension bridge, one could see that this was an authentic American. He looked like a young man. With a wave of his hand, two black bone spears appeared in his hands. This was a vigilant guy. He carefully walked towards Seiber and waited patiently for a few minutes. When he saw that Seiber was still in the same position and didn't make any movements, he finally relaxed.
He walked forward proudly and kicked Seiber's body over. He took out a photo from his pocket and confirmed Seiber's identity after several comparisons. He chuckled.
"You dare to provoke the Brotherhood … You're really brave."
After that, he waved his hands and stabbed the black bone spurs into Saber's hands, nailing him to the steel suspension bridge. The bone spurs were unusually sharp and hard. They almost pierced through his body.
After doing all this, he took out a special mobile phone and squatted beside Saber.
"I said, Snake, I caught him! Yes, it's that Saber Hawk. He was paralyzed by my stinger. Hmm, you want to catch that little girl? Damn it! "
The guy cursed. "Why don't you f * cking go? What! You're caught by the bats? … Damn it! You're afraid of bats? "
The other party quickly hung up the call. The short man cursed as he closed the phone. He snorted coldly and turned around. However, his body stiffened on the spot.
Behind him, Saber squatted there quietly like a hunting panther. The wounds on his hands had already healed, but his eyes were emitting endless murderous intent and coldness. The black straight blade in his left hand was like a poisonous snake unsheathed.
"You! You're not f * cking Epsilon … "
"Puff!"
The long sword pierced through his chest, and the hilt was pressed against his heart. Seiber's right hand gripped his throat, and his grip tightened like an iron clamp in the darkness. His icy voice rang in the short man's ears.
"I've already warned you … Don't mess with me! You bastards dare to touch my family? "
"I … I … didn't …"
"Crack!"
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