Chapter 221 Long Time No See, Robert
Five big off-road trucks whipped around the corner and barreled into the neighborhood where John and his crew were hanging out. The headlights were blinding, and each tire had anti-skid chains, tearing down the street towards the crowd.
At the alley entrance, David raised his gun and yelled, "Who the hell are these guys? Are they with us?"
"No clue, did Mr. Wilde call them?" The young guy next to him looked just as puzzled.
The trucks didn't slow down and zoomed past John and his crew, heading straight for the hostile crowd.
"Move it, cars coming through!" the hostile leader shouted.
The crowd scattered, diving to the sides of the road for cover.
The trucks, marked with River State SafeNet, screeched to a halt, blocking Xavier on the ground.
Doors flew open, and a burly young guy with a folding submachine gun jumped out. He cocked his gun and yelled at the hostile crowd, "Drop everything, hands on your heads, get on your knees!"
David spun around at the sound and recognized the guy with the gun, "Holy crap, is that you, Robert?"
Yep, it was Robert, back after a long recovery. Rocking an army green coat and leather boots, he shouted again, "Help them!"
Behind him, more than twenty young guys piled out, two of them rushing to help Xavier up.
"What are you scared of? We outnumber them, let's take 'em down," Milton shouted from the back, "Take out that leader, and I'll throw in another fifty grand."
The hostile crowd, itching for action, started closing in, with their leader waving his hand and shouting, "Guns up, charge!"
"You think you're the only one who can give orders?" Robert sprinted forward, aiming his gun at the hostile leader.
"Shoot him!" the hostile leader yelled while dodging.
"They're all mercs, don't hold back, fire at will!" Robert shouted and opened fire first.
Gunfire erupted, and the hostile leader was instantly covered in a mist of blood, dropping to the ground.
The River State SafeNet crew, following Robert's lead, didn't hesitate and started firing.
Bullets flew, and several of the once-aggressive hostile crowd dropped instantly.
Standing in the middle of the chaos, Robert glared at the rest and shouted, "Anyone else wanna play leader? Step up and show me."
Seeing their fellas fall, the remaining hostile crowd backed off, pressing against the walls, too scared to move.
Robert scanned the crowd and shouted again, "Ten of you, come with me to take down Milton. The rest, get Andrew and the others out, now!"
With that, Robert led ten men charging towards Milton.
At the alley entrance, David grabbed the walkie-talkie and quickly shouted, "Milton, Andrew's been hit, he's not gonna make it. No point in sticking around, retreat."
Near the north entrance, Milton saw Robert charging at him and felt a wave of unease. With his crew demoralized, he lost his numbers advantage.
Robert, fueled by anger and regret over his uncle's death and his family's downfall, pressed on relentlessly, "Kill him, tell William we're back."
When they were less than fifteen meters apart, gunfire erupted.
Five guys with guns covered Robert, standing in the middle of the road and firing like crazy.
Robert raised his hand and pulled the trigger, bullets hitting the wall where Milton was hiding, sending debris flying.
The strong smell of gunpowder filled the air, and Milton, feeling the pressure, covered his head and shouted, "Andrew's done for, we've hit our mark, let's bail!"
At the south entrance.
After loading Xavier into the car, John and the others quickly retreated. Since they were far from the city and the road was rough, any delay could mean the end for Andrew and Xavier.
In the car.
John checked Andrew and Xavier's wounds, shouting in despair, "Step on it!"
The driver glanced at the road and responded urgently, "This part's okay, but the snow gets deep up ahead. Even with chains, we can't go fast. It'll take at least three to five hours to reach the city."
John was stunned.
"Think of another way, driving out might not cut it," the driver added.
John snapped back to reality, his hands trembling as he pulled out his phone and immediately dialed Alexander's number.
"Hello?"
"Things went wrong," John shouted.
"I know, don't panic. How's Andrew?" Alexander asked, trying to keep it together.
"He and Xavier are in bad shape, too many external injuries," John replied, his voice choked with emotion. He and Andrew had been through a lot together, and he'd been friends with Xavier for years.
Alexander paused, licking his lips before responding, "Don't panic, just drive and wait for my call. I'll have Samuel handle the rest."
"Okay, got it," John nodded.
"That's it."
With that, they ended the call.
About two minutes later.
Samuel stormed out of the Riverside District Council, holding his phone and shouting, "Why didn't they stick with Andrew? What are they doing?"
"The road is tricky, and there are no clear signs. They only had two cars and lost Andrew in the snow," the other party explained in a low voice.
"I don't want to hear excuses!" Samuel's eyes turned red with anger, "If anything happens to my nephew, no one's playing anymore."
"I've already sent people to pick up Andrew and the others," the other party explained.
"I don't think that's gonna work!" Samuel shouted hysterically, "You know the road conditions are complicated, how long will it take to drive there?"
"Then what do you suggest?" the other party asked.
"Call the military, Andrew needs to be in the hospital within half an hour," Samuel demanded.
"Okay, I'll try."
"Trying isn't enough, I need results," Samuel said before hanging up the phone.
Five minutes later.
At the small helipad of the Longridge garrison, a helicopter equipped with four heavy machine guns took off, heading towards Taytown under the pretext of a night patrol.
A few minutes earlier, on the north side of the village.
Adam had just finished an under-the-table deal with the local police chief and was about to head to the scene when the gunfire in the village suddenly became chaotic.
The police officer, who had taken the money and was already in the car, rolled down the window and shouted, "From the sound of the gunfire, it seems like more people have arrived?"
Adam was stunned and shouted back, "Jessica, have someone use the walkie-talkie to find out what's going on."
"Okay," Jessica replied, walking towards the car.
Adam took out a pack of cigarettes and was about to light one when the sound of an engine roared from the road ahead.
"There's a car," the police officer frowned and looked back.
The roar of the engine quickly became clear and piercing. An off-road vehicle with its lights off suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it was less than ten meters from the crowd.
"Someone's coming!" the police officer shouted again.
With a loud crash, the off-road vehicle rammed into the left side of the police car.
The police car's suspension creaked and groaned before it flipped into the ditch beside the road.
The off-road vehicle came to a stop, and Eric jumped out from the passenger seat.
His body was no longer chubby, his round head was shaved, and he held a shotgun in his right hand, his eyes determined, his face lean and angular.
The police officer, trapped in the driver's seat of the overturned car, looked up at Eric in shock.
"Fuck, what are you looking at?" Eric shouted.
A gunshot rang out, and the police officer's head exploded in a mist of blood, dying instantly in the car.
Eric turned around without a word, aimed his gun at Adam, and pulled the trigger.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
