The headquarters of the Martin gang was located in the southern part of the 18th residential district. Originally, there were many ordinary residents living here, but due to the gang's rampage and the gangsters' presence, the public security here was very poor. More and more people moved away, eventually forming a gathering place full of gangsters, which was now the headquarters of the Martin gang.
The northern half of the 18th district was the territory of the Arab gang. There was a similar situation there, with a small gathering place.
Jiang Cheng led the five squads forward and gradually came to a six-star intersection not far from the headquarters of the Martin gang. The six roads were distributed in the shape of a rice.
Jiang Cheng stood in the middle of the intersection and raised his hand to stop everyone from moving forward. As long as they moved forward a hundred meters, they would meet with the Martin gang.
"Wang Jie, you take a squad of thirty people and set off in this direction. If Mino is taken by someone and escapes in this direction, be sure to rescue her!" Jiang Cheng pointed to the road diagonally ahead to the right.
"Yes, Cheng Ge!" Wang Jie immediately nodded and waved to the people behind him. "Third squad, fifth squad, B team, follow me!"
As soon as Wang Jie's voice fell, thirty people from the team of 100 behind Jiang Cheng followed Wang Jie.
"Johansson, you too. Take thirty people and set off from this road." Jiang Cheng said again, pointing to the left with his left hand. "Our three squads will form a three-sided encirclement. The Blackbat Hall will attack from the opposite side, forming a four-sided encirclement. Remember, our first task is to rescue Mino. In addition, if we find Martin Luther escaping, be sure to capture him alive. If we can't rescue Mino this time, use this guy as a hostage exchange!"
"Do you understand?!" Jiang Cheng roared at everyone.
"Understood!!!" Wang Jie and Johansson replied loudly in unison.
"Good, if you understand, then set off immediately! Remember, in five minutes, the Blackbat Hall will be the first to attack. After a minute, we will also join the fight! Let's move out! "Jiang Cheng said.
"Yes!" Wang Jie and Johnson replied.
Johansson shouted to the team behind him, "Team Four, Team Five, Team A, this side!" Another team of thirty people followed behind Johansson.
The three squads advanced separately. Jiang Cheng led the first and second squads of forty people to advance from the front, while Johansson and Wang Jie each led thirty people to outflank the Martin Gang. The speed of each squad was very fast, and they quickly approached the Martin Gang's headquarters.
Jiang Cheng led the 40 people to run forward for about 50 meters. He raised his hand to the sky and made an alert gesture. Then, he pointed to both sides. Following his tactical sign language, the 40 people behind him immediately separated and moved forward while sticking close to the walls of the buildings on both sides.
As they got closer and closer to the Martin Gang's headquarters, they had to be on high alert. On the one hand, it was to prevent them from discovering them in advance. On the other hand, it was more important to prevent people from hiding in the dark and shooting from the back. As long as they walked along the wall, it would be more difficult for them to shoot.
After moving forward for another two minutes, they suddenly heard a gunshot. This gunshot was followed by the sound of gunfire that sounded like firecrackers. The direction of the gunshot came from in front of Jiang Cheng. It seemed that the Blackbat Hall and the Martin Gang had already exchanged fire!
Jiang Cheng raised his watch to look at the time. His eyes were sharp and cold. Then, he put down his watch and made a "Move forward!" gesture to everyone. He kept waving his hand, telling everyone to speed up.
Everyone moved forward. After ten seconds …
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out! A bullet mark appeared at the foot of Jiang Cheng.
"Someone, hide!" Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said. Before he finished speaking, his figure jumped back and hid behind an iron trash can. He peeked into the distance.
About 40 meters away from where Jiang Cheng and the others were, there were about a dozen residential buildings, all five or six stories high. From time to time, black figures flashed on the roofs and corridors of those buildings.
Those people were definitely members of the Martin Gang!
On the third floor of a building in front of them, a black man was holding a gun and taking aim at them. It seemed to be a long-barreled rifle. This type of gun could maintain its accuracy and kill people within 200 meters.
When Jiang Cheng saw this person, he raised the Desert Eagle in his hand and took aim at him! Although the Desert Eagle's gunshot was loud, its power was even greater than that of a long-barreled rifle. However, for a handgun to shoot accurately … it was a bit difficult!
Jiang Cheng counted down in his mind. One minute after the first gunshot was fired was almost up.
"58 …" He counted down in his mind.
"59 …"
"60 …"
"Bang!" Jiang Cheng fired!
A smoking bullet flew out from Jiang Cheng's gun toward the black man in the distance. There was a look of excitement on the black man's face as he pulled the bolt of his rifle and loaded it. He had just hit a member of the Lung Hing Society. Although it was not a fatal wound, the man could no longer move. Thus, Jiang Cheng prepared to continue hunting him down.
However, the black man's excitement and happiness were short-lived. In the next second, he, who was still grinning, suddenly shuddered. A black hole appeared between his eyebrows. The bullet had pierced through his head and struck the wall behind his head! The black man's movements came to a halt and his body fell backward. With a "plop", he fell limply to the ground … dead.
"Ha ha! "Cheng Ge, good marksmanship!" A member of the Lung Hing Society praised Jiang Cheng. Then, he shouted toward the surrounding people, "Let's go! Fight!"
Following his words, the surrounding members of the Lung Hing Society all began firing. In an instant, gunshots rang out from the east where Jiang Cheng was located. As the gunshots rang out from Jiang Cheng's direction, the battle between Johansson and Wang Jie also broke out. They surrounded the Martin Association's headquarters and gunshots rang out from all directions.
Bullets flew through the air like rainwater, flying between the members of the Lung Hing Society and the Martin Association. One after another, the bullets exploded on the bunker in front of them, causing plumes of dust and smoke to rise.
The battle was very fierce. Both sides were not stingy with their bullets, as if there was no limit to the number of bullets.
As the members of the Lung Hing Society fired, they spread out and advanced toward the buildings of the Martin Association's headquarters from all directions. The Martin Association had few guns. In addition, the members of the Lung Hing Society were not stingy with their firepower. They were unable to defend against the assault from all directions. The members of the Lung Hing Society kept approaching. Once they were within a certain distance, the street battle would turn into an alley battle, and finally into an attack and defense battle inside the buildings.
The forty-man squad led by Jiang Cheng had already closed to a distance of more than twenty meters. They could clearly see the black silhouettes constantly flashing in the ten or so buildings in front of them. The squads led by Wang Jie and Johansson were the same. They were all very close. Only the Blackbat Hall squad was slightly slower, unable to get within fifty meters. They were the first team to launch the attack, so they received the most firepower.
As the various squads advanced, the captains of each squad had a detailed understanding of the progress of the other squads. Within this short distance, they used wireless walkie-talkies to communicate frequently and coordinate with each other.
Suddenly, Tagore's loud voice came from the direction of the Blackbat Hall. He was shouting to the members of the Martin Association through the loudspeaker, especially to Martin Luther.
"Martin, I'm Tagore. You can't escape today. I'm going to pay you back for everything you've done to me … And the rest of you, don't resist anymore. All of you surrender and join the Blackbat Hall of the Lung Hing Society. I'll forgive you for what you've done before. At present, more than 800 members of the Martin Association have surrendered. Do you want to continue to die with Martin Luther?" Tagore asked in a low voice.
As soon as Tagore's voice fell, Johansson also began to shout through the loudspeaker, "All members of the Martin Association, listen up. I'm Johansson. I've joined the Lung Hing Society. If you continue to resist, the Lung Hing Society will only be able to communicate with you through bullets. I believe you've received many messages from your brothers. Yes, they have surrendered to the Lung Hing Society. Not long ago, there were more than 800 of them …"
Tagore and Johnson spoke slowly. Their words were like hammers pounding on the hearts of all the members of the Martin Gang, dealing a huge blow to their psychological defenses.
At the headquarters of the Martin Association.
Martin Luther, Graham, and several other black leaders all looked at the Blackbat Hall team in the distance with ugly expressions on their faces.
Martin Luther had just learned that Tagore was still alive, and the shock in his heart was indescribable. His old rival, whom he thought had died many years ago, was actually still alive. Not only that, but he had also joined the Dragonrise Association. He had such a strong team, and they were preparing to take revenge on him.
Martin Luther's eyes darted around. He could clearly see the flickering eyes of his subordinates around him. They gathered in groups of twos and threes and whispered to each other. These people, these people … were already hesitating. Maybe they would turn to the Lung Hing Society in the next second.
"Shoot! Shoot as hard as you can! " Martin Luther roared furiously. He ordered his subordinates to move. He could not give them any time to consider whether or not to surrender.
In fact, it was not only his subordinates. Martin Luther himself was panicking. There were too many surprises in his heart. Tagore, Johansson, the actions of the Lung Hing Society, the actions of the Red Gloves, the actions of the Arabian gangs, and … the betrayal of so many people. He was really mentally and physically exhausted.
'It's over! It's over! The Martin Association is really finished this time … 'Martin Luther was in despair.
Martin Luther turned his head to look at the Rising Dragon Squad that was surrounding the buildings and attacking them. He then looked at his own counterattack. The members of the Martin Association were at a disadvantage. If this continued, they would definitely lose!
"You guys, and you guys, follow me. While the others are covering for us, we'll charge out of here!" Martin Luther raised his hand and pointed at several leaders and twenty more loyal members who were carrying guns.
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