"Boom …" There was a huge explosion.
The bus that was leaking fuel and surrounded by many African Americans had, for some reason, ignited the fuel. Then, the fuel tank exploded, and the flames spread out in all directions. The surrounding African Americans were thrown to the ground. Those who were close to the explosion were blown three to four meters away. They fell to the ground with a "plop" sound, unable to move.
This explosion had caused at least seven or eight African Americans to lose their ability to fight!
As expected of a bus that could carry a lot of passengers and fuel, the power of the fuel tank explosion was terrifying!
The explosion gave Zhao Hu a wake-up call. He stood up excitedly and shouted, "Blow up their fuel tank, blow up the fuel tank!" He smiled excitedly, but the next second, just as he was about to speak, a bullet hit his chest!
Zhao Hu's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at the wound on his chest that was oozing blood. His body swayed a few times, and then he fell backward. "Bang!" He fell to the ground and lay there motionless. He panted heavily and looked at the sky, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Brother Hu!" The Lung Hing Society members beside him couldn't help but shout, and they quickly moved toward Zhao Hu.
…
Although people kept falling, the war was still going on. It would not stop until one side was defeated! The gunshots were still loud and clear!
While the intense gunfight was going on, the African Americans also used their companions' firepower as cover. They grabbed their weapons and quickly moved forward. Some of them were already fighting with the members of the Lung Hing Society. Once they entered a state of close combat, because both sides were afraid of hurting their own people, no one would open fire. Unless they were sharpshooters with good marksmanship, they would only send more people to fight!
The situation of close combat was happening in more than ten places around them! The African Americans were holding mace modified from nails, while the Lung Hing Society mainly used sticks and baseball bats. The Lung Hing Society also had some of those bloody and terrifying weapons, the nail mace. Most of them were looted from the nests of the African Americans in the three nightclubs, and they were now being used in combat.
Once the nail mace hit a person's body, a few nails would immediately pierce into the person's body, and when they were pulled out, there would be a few bloody holes. Once hit, it would immediately affect the person's combat ability. In terms of close combat weapons, the Lung Hing Society was at a disadvantage.
The battle continued …
The number of African Americans was too high, and the number of guns on Zhao Hu's side was decreasing. It was simply not enough. Even with the support of the members of Blackbat Hall, the situation was still precarious. At present, they were only barely holding on. Once they were defeated, it would be like a landslide, and the Lung Hing Society would suffer heavy losses!
At that moment, the sound of two vehicles roaring came from the corner of the street, attracting everyone's attention. Be it the members of the Martin Gang or the Lung Hing Society, they all turned to look in that direction. In the end, the African Americans were overjoyed, while the members of the Lung Hing Society were terrified!
Another four buses filled with African Americans were rushing toward them!
There were at least 200 of them! The reinforcements from the Martin Gang had arrived, but when would the reinforcements from the Lung Hing Society arrive? …
The brothers of the Lung Hing Society screamed in their hearts! If the reinforcements did not arrive, they would be defeated!
Suddenly!
Following closely behind the four buses, two more buses rushed over. The buses charged forward in a frenzy. Before the buses could even stop, many people had already broken the windows and opened fire at the African Americans! They were the reinforcements from the Lung Hing Society! They had arrived as well! Additionally, they seemed to have a lot of guns! Just as they approached, the battlefield that had gradually quieted down was once again filled with gunshots!
They're here! They're here! The reinforcements from the Lung Hing Society had arrived! All the members of the Lung Hing Society, including the members of Blackbat Hall, were overjoyed! They raised their spirits and continued to resist! They could see hope!
An even more intense battle unfolded once more. The newly arrived members of the Martin Gang and the members of the Lung Hing Society clashed with each other. Only a few of the African Americans who came to provide reinforcements had guns. In the face of the 30 guns and accurate shooting from the Longxing Special Agent Team, the African Americans were immediately forced to retreat.
Like a sharp knife stabbing into the crowd of African Americans, the newly arrived members of the Lung Hing Society tore an opening in the middle and quickly advanced toward the direction of Johansson and Blackbat Hall.
"Bang, bang, bang …" The members of the Lung Hing Society fired in all directions as they advanced.
They had a large number of guns and their shooting accuracy was far above that of the African Americans. There were also a few sharpshooters among them who had achieved excellent results in the Longxing Training Ground. They cooperated well and continuously fired at the African Americans, killing and injuring many of them. At the same time, they also forced many African Americans into a corner, not daring to come out.
The African Americans who were fighting hand-to-hand with the members of the Lung Hing Society and had gained a slight upper hand were complacently killed by the newly arrived members of the Longxing Special Agent Team. The African Americans were startled. Knowing that the Lung Hing Society members had arrived, the African Americans who had excellent marksmanship immediately ran toward the cover at the side. In the blink of an eye, they were separated from the members of the Lung Hing Society.
The members of the Lung Hing Society finally heaved a sigh of relief. They immediately retreated with all their strength and retreated behind the cover at the back with all their strength. Many of the African Americans who were seriously injured were sent to the nightclub for some simple treatment.
When the newly arrived reinforcements of the Lung Hing Society met up with the previous members, they also replenished the few bullets they had left. With everyone's cooperation, they once again engaged the Martin Gang in a melee.
After another fifteen minutes of stalemate, the balance of victory once again began to tilt towards the Martin Gang. They had too many people! If seen from the sky, it was like a group of black ants constantly attacking the members of the Lung Hing Society, gnawing at their line of defense, and the two hundred members of the Lung Hing Society were their food.
"Brother Wang, we can't hold on any longer. Let's retreat. If we continue like this, our brothers here will be wiped out." Turning around, he gritted his teeth, looked at Wang Jie with a sad face, and pleaded.
Batiste also showed a look of deep agreement. He nodded in agreement. "Yes, even if we let them take this place, we can take it back another day. If we lose our men, then everything will be over."
Hans, who was also standing next to him, frowned and asked Wang Jie, "Do we have any reinforcements from the Lung Hing Society? If not, we can't hold on here. "
Wang Jie turned around and looked at the people around him. He nodded and said, "Yes! We may have two more reinforcements! "
The people around him were shocked and quickly asked in unison, "Which two reinforcements?" In their impression, 80% of the members of the French branch of the Lung Hing Society were here. Even if they sent the remaining 20%, it wouldn't be of much use. In this situation, they still didn't retreat. What kind of powerful reinforcements were they expecting?
"The first reinforcements that may come are the Red Gloves Gang. When we came here, Brother Zhuge had already asked for reinforcements. Although they fought with us last time, at the very least, we signed a cooperation agreement to deal with the Martin Gang. There is a 40% chance that they will come to help," Wang Jie said slowly.
"40% chance?" When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but frown. The probability was really not high. It was like gambling with their lives.
"What about the other reinforcements? Who are they?" Hans asked with a frown. He was a little disappointed with the answer of the first reinforcements, so he could only look forward to the next one.
Everyone else's eyes also lit up. They all stared at Wang Jie. There was still a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
"As for the second reinforcements, it is our Cheng Ge. He left with some people not long ago. Although I don't know what he is going to do, he will definitely come to save us. This is certain. As long as we hold on," Wang Jie said firmly. He trusted Jiang Cheng very much on this point.
Johansson had some doubts. "How many people did Cheng Ge take with him when he left? Where did he go? How many people can he bring back? "
Wang Jie thought for a moment and said, "He took ten people. As for where he went … I don't know. How many people can he bring back? It should not be more than 20."
"What?!" The surrounding people were all disappointed. In the current situation, what was the use of bringing back 20 people? Even if there were 200 people, if they were not equipped with enough guns, once the two sides fought, the Lung Hing Society would definitely suffer heavy losses! Without overwhelming power, there was no way to solve the current predicament.
In the current situation, if they wanted to break out of this situation, unless … unless the Red Gloves gave their full support and used all the strength of the gang to support them, there would be a chance of completely breaking the Martin Gang. But was this possible?
The people around Wang Jie were silent.
After a moment, Hans's eyes suddenly flashed. He said to Wang Jie in a low voice, "If this is the only result, then I will take my brothers and retreat. There is no hope at all! I can't accompany you to die here. I will take my brothers and leave. "After saying that, he turned around to return to the Blackbat Hall.
"Stop!" Wang Jie shouted behind Hans. His voice was cold and extremely strict. He held a gun in his hand and pointed it at Hans's back.
Hans stopped and turned around to look at Wang Jie behind him. His face suddenly changed. He said gloomily, "Wang Jie, what do you mean by this?"
Wang Jie still pointed the gun at him and said coldly, "I also want to ask you. Now that the Lung Hing Society has not issued a retreat order, why do you want to leave with your men?"
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