Chapter 39 Eric's Transformation With A Night of Loss

In the standalone house on the second floor, a chubby man was eating beef, drinking expensive high-end wine, and turned to the two people beside him and said, "As long as we take out the supplier, the Anderson family will lose their supply and die immediately. By then, the entire underground drug market in Pine City will be ours. Our Patrick family won't show up. You handle the goods, release the goods, and collect the money. We take seventy percent, and the rest is yours."

 

"The Anderson family is dead, but there are still drugs from legitimate channels, right? That's also competition," the middle-aged man on the left said while wiping his mouth.

 

"Legitimate channels? Our partners are the legitimate channels," the chubby man took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "We've already negotiated with the pharmaceutical companies. They will raise the price by thirty percent, and then we'll be the cheapest. Without any competition, those drug users will just hand over their money."

 

"That settles it." the skinny man on the right smiled, raised his glass, and said, "Let's toast to the Anderson family dying soon."

 

"Cheers." The three of them smiled and slowly raised their glasses.

 

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps was heard, and a young man covered in snowflakes walked up from downstairs.

 

The chubby man looked up at the staircase and frowned. "Who are you?"

 

"My name is Eric," Eric patted the snow off his body and responded briefly.

 

The three were taken aback and slowly put down their glasses.

 

Eric stepped forward, glanced at the beef on the table, and sat in an empty chair with a smile. "Nice food and drink."

 

The chubby man was silent for a few seconds, frowning.He  took out a cigarette pack, pulled out a cigarette, and cursed, "Gary Walker is getting more and more out of line, playing cards downstairs and not even noticing someone coming in."

 

After saying that, the chubby man picked up a lighter and lit the cigarette with a snap.

 

Eric, hands in his pockets, blew out the lighter.

 

The chubby man hesitated for half a second, turned to Eric, and said, "I didn't know you before, but today I've heard of you. I don't get it. What can you do in this house?"

 

"Are you William's brother?" Eric asked.

 

The chubby man threw away the cigarette in his mouth. "I'm his uncle, my name is Scott Patrick."

 

A look of disappointment flashed in Eric's eyes. "I thought I found the cause of the problem."

 

Scott curled his lips, pointed downstairs, and said, "Are you trying to kidnap me? Do you know where this is? If I shout, ten armed men will come up. Do you believe that?"

 

Eric paused for a while, staring at Scott. "Do you have brothers?"

 

The middle-aged man on the left smiled, patted Eric's head, and said, "The Patrick family wouldn't have been able to establish themselves in the Black Street District without friends! Just hand over the stuff. Why are you acting here? Do you know how many interests are involved in the drug line?"

 

Eric turned, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at the middle-aged man's forehead, expressionless. "My family is destroyed, and you still dare to argue with me."

 

The gun fired, the man fell, and blood splattered all over the table.

 

Scott and the other man were stunned on the spot. The middle-aged man who was shot fell to the ground with the chair, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.

 

Eric, holding the gun, tilted his body and looked at Scott. "Don't you have brothers? Call them all up."

 

Scott twitched his mouth a few times and picked up a towel. He wiped the blood off his face and numbly shouted, "We've got company!"

 

Actually, there was no need to shout. Hearing the gunshot, six or seven people rushed upstairs with weapons, looking panicked.

 

"What's going on, Scott?" the leading young man asked, eyes wide.

 

"Are you kidding?" Eric picked up the wine glass with his left hand, drank it all, and rushed towards the door.

 

"Kill him!" Scott stood up and shouted.

 

At the staircase, six or seven people raised four guns in panic.

 

The rapid gunfire pierced the night.

 

Eric stood still, never dodging, and pulled the trigger first.

 

Four seconds later.

 

Four people fell at the door, and Eric was shot in the left side of his abdomen.

 

The room was filled with the smell of blood. The remaining two or three people at the door were trembling, holding guns. The ones lying on the ground were all shot in vital areas, struggling only a few times before becoming motionless.

 

Scott and his friend were stunned by the table.

 

"Can you handle this?" Eric, pale-faced, looked at the staircase. "Do you want your life or money?!"

 

With a roar, the thugs at the staircase stepped back two steps.

 

Eric stepped forward, ready to charge down, but the other side turned and ran down in a panic.

 

Scott turned to Eric, his face no longer calm.

 

Eric held the gun in his right hand and dug his left hand into his abdominal wound. After less than five seconds, he pulled out a deformed bullet, threw it on the table with a clatter, and calmly asked Scott, "Do you have any more friends?"

 

Scott was speechless.

 

"If not, call George and tell him to bring my sister here within ten minutes. Just ten minutes!" Eric said, picking up the wine bottle with his bloody left hand, took three big gulps, and cursed, "Turns out hitting people is not harder than shooting targets."

 

At this moment, Eric's eyes no longer had resentment and gloom, only hostility and numbness.

 

One minute later.

 

George pulled Sophia into the car, holding the phone. "Eric went to the card room and your uncle is there. He's cornered."

 

"Did he call you?" William asked.

 

"Yes, I'm already on my way with people," George said.

 

"Did you say something to push him?" William asked anxiously.

 

"No," George argued, "I just talked to him normally."

 

"You guys hurry over. I'm coming, too." William had no time to argue and rushed out of the office.

 

On the road, three cars followed George, rushing to the standalone house.

 

On the second floor.

 

Eric, with a flushed face, changed the spare magazine, turned to the man beside Scott, and asked, "Do you know me?"

 

The man was stunned by the question.

 

"Listen carefully, my name is Eric."

 

With that, the gun fired, and the middle-aged man's chest exploded with two blood mists. He fell to the ground in shock.

 

Scott turned to look at the bloody hall on the second floor. The fallen subordinates and friends who suddenly felt his stomach churn bent over, and vomited the beef he had just eaten.

 

Less than ten minutes later.

 

Four cars hurriedly stopped at the standalone house. George opened the car door, pulled out a folding submachine gun from under the seat, and shouted, "Everyone inside, I want his death."

 

About twenty people got out of the four cars, holding weapons, and rushed into the building.

 

At this moment, George's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID.

 

William: [Don't worry, I'm here. Wait for me.]

 

"I'm not inside," Eric's voice came.

 

George was stunned.

 

"Have everyone around you go upstairs to the third floor, stand by the windows," Eric instructed calmly.

 

"You..." George said.

 

"If they don't go upstairs within thirty seconds, I'll kill Scott," Eric threatened.

 

"Don't you want Sophia?" George took a step towards the car.

 

"Dead either way. What do I have to fear?" Eric responded in a low voice, "You can shoot my sister, I can see her. If she dies, Scott and I will die together."

 

George stopped in his tracks.

 

"Twenty seconds left," Eric urged unhurriedly.

 

George, holding the phone, suddenly turned and shouted, "Everyone to the third floor, now!"

 

The crowd was stunned but quickly rushed to the third floor with their guns.

 

Across the street, Eric saw the group rushing inside and pulled Scott out.

 

"George." Scott, legs weak, called out.

 

George turned to Eric.

 

On the roadside, Eric pulled Scott by the neck, swinging the gun down, "Come over."

 

George hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door and reached for Sophia.

 

A gunshot could be heard.

 

Scott was shot in the abdomen, screaming and kneeling, "George, don't move. Don't do anything. He killed six or seven people upstairs."

 

George's forehead veins bulged. Hesitating for a moment, he then closed the car door.

 

"Come over," Eric shouted again.

 

After a brief hesitation, George walked to the middle of the road, his voice trembling, "Eric, I surrender, let Scott go. I'll go with you, I'll take you out of Pine City, okay?"

 

Eric looked at him without speaking.

 

"You kidnapped Scott to negotiate, right? We don't have to fight. Right?" George's eyes darted as he walked forward.

 

Suddenly, another gunshot rang out. George, standing about 25 feet from Eric, was shot in the right wrist, dropping his gun.

 

George screamed and turned to grab the gun.

 

"Move again? I'll kill you," Eric shouted.

 

George froze, clenched his fists, and shouted, "What do you want? Don't you care about your mother and sister? Do you think you can get away?"

 

"Was I ever okay before?" Eric released the injured Scott and walked towards George, "I'll live differently. I want to be a man. I'll kill you first to gain courage. I'll take back what I gave you on my knees with dignity."

 

"You crazy!" George shouted.

 

Eric aimed at George and pulled the trigger twice. George, running, was hit and fell on the snowy road, blood flowing several feet.

 

On the roadside, Scott kowtowed repeatedly. "Eric, I surrender. I swear on my head, you'll get away."

 

"You better pray to God not to give me, Eric, a chance. If I survive, I'll fill the north of Pine City with graves of the Patrick family." Eric stood on the street, shouting in despair. He pulled out a second gun and fired.

 

Smoke filled the street. After a gunshot, Scott died in a mix of smoke and blood.

 

Eric rushed to the car, started it, and left.

 

Ten minutes later, on the road.

 

Sophia, unable to see, lowered her head, tears streaming, her voice trembling, "Eric... Mom and I should have died long ago. We dragged you down. I'm sorry, really sorry."

 

"Sophia, without you, I have nothing." Eric's vision blurred, blood gushing from his abdomen. his face was pale, his head hitting the steering wheel with a thud.

 

The car lost control instantly and crashed into a nearby alley.

 

Sophia, shaking her head, sat up, fumbling for Eric's body.  "Eric, what's wrong..."

"I have a friend who can... take you and Mom away," Eric murmured with his last strength, eyes closed.

 

A few seconds later.

 

Andrew answered the phone, "Hello?"