Chapter 40 In Big Trouble
Less than ten minutes after the tragedy occurred, William drove to the entrance of the two-story house and saw the bodies of Scott and George, along with the blood that had already frozen.
At the entrance, dozens of people stood on the steps with their heads down, not daring to speak.
Clenching his fists, William bulged his eyes as he yelled at the crowd. "Eric was alone, and you let things get this bad!"
In a silence.
After a brief pause, a middle-aged man who had come with George raised his head and responded. "He came here ready to die. Even if we had arrived in time and stopped him, it wouldn't have looked any better. He was pushed too hard and completely lost his mind..."
"Useless, all of you are useless!" William completely lost his usual composure, pointing at the crowd and yelling, "Get out.None of you deserve to eat!"
On the street.
Andrew, covered in blood, yelled while driving, "You're just a fool. You used to take eight hundred slaps without a word. But now, in a fit of rage, you don't care about anything."
In the passenger seat, Eric, bleeding heavily from his abdomen, responded weakly, "Andrew... for the sake of our years of friendship... you have to get my mom and Sophia out... please... I'm begging you."
"I don't care. Figure it out yourself," Andrew cursed angrily, "Why do I have to handle everything for you?"
"I... I might not make it. When I came, I thought I might die," Eric's voice was faint, tears streaming down his closed eyes. "Andrew, if life had given me a bit of hope, I wouldn't have done this, but it didn't..."
After a long silence, Andrew suddenly slammed the steering wheel. "How did it come to this?"
In the back seat, Sophia, though unable to see Andrew, kept pleading, "Andrew, please save Eric, I'm begging you..."
Andrew gritted his teeth and sighed, immediately pulling out his phone and dialing a number from memory.
A few seconds later, the call connected. "Hello? Andrew."
"Where are you?" Andrew asked.
"Playing cards. What's up?"
"I have a brother who got shot and needs to be taken to your place. Can you do it?" Andrew asked.
The other side was silent for a while before asking, "Does your friend need to be taken care of at my place? Andrew, who is this injured person?"
"I'm asking if you can do it." Andrew frowned. "If you can, say yes. If not, just tell me. I won't make things difficult for you."
After another pause, the other person responded clearly, "I'll wrap up now."
"It's a gunshot wound in the abdomen. He needs a doctor. Money is not an issue," Andrew instructed.
"Okay," Larry replied.
"Larry, if you don't want to help, just say it. But if you help but betray me later, I'll go against you from now on," Andrew warned.
"I promised. I won't cause any trouble. Don't worry, Andrew," Larry added.
"I'll be waiting for you at the intersection of Maple Street and Ash Street. Hurry up," Andrew shouted.
"Got it."
With that, they ended the call. Andrew stepped hard on the gas pedal and hit Eric's head forcefully. "Don't you care about your mom, your little sister, or the money you owe me and Alexander? You finally got tough, and now you want to die? Lift your head. Let's talk."
In the office area, Alexander, who had been waiting for news, saw John running in from outside and immediately waved. "Over here."
John looked up at Alexander and ran over, panting.
Alexander glanced around, pushed open the stairwell door, and pulled John in, asking, "Did you get the details?"
"Yes." John swallowed a few times and looked up at Alexander. "It's Eric."
"What happened to him?" Alexander asked.
"He... he killed six or seven people on Elm Street, including William's uncle, George, and some others," John responded, stuttering.
Alexander was stunned, taking a while to continue, "Are you sure it was Eric?"
"When I first heard, I didn't believe it either," John said, spreading his hands in disbelief. "But I called David, and he confirmed it was Eric. Now there are over a hundred people gathered on Elm Street, all Terry's men. Our police are there too. This is a big deal."
"No. Can Eric kill six or seven people?" Alexander still couldn't believe it.
"It's true. David wouldn't lie about this, and he's heading there, too." John insisted.
"Eric has been completely triggered now," Alexander muttered, "This is big trouble."
"I know Eric. He's usually too scared to even go on a frontline raid, and now he did something this big." John was also puzzled. He looked at Alexander and asked, "Should we go to Elm Street? William's family is involved."
Alexander was silent for a few seconds before waving his hand. "I don't want to go, and I advise you not to either."
"Why?" John asked.
"Do you know what happened?" Alexander frowned.
John shook his head.
"Then wait and see. Don't rush to get involved," Alexander added.
John thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Around four in the morning.
Alexander had just dozed off in his dorm when Andrew called his phone.
"Hello?" Alexander immediately sat up and answered.
"Don't make a sound. Come out yourself. I'm in the alley behind the station," Andrew said in a low voice.
Alexander hesitated briefly. "Okay, I'll be right down."
"Alright."
With that, they ended the call.
Alexander grabbed his coat and quickly left the dorm.
Meanwhile, in the Maple Street casino, a man in dress pants and a white shirt sat on the sofa, drinking water.
This man was William's older brother, Terry Patrick.
Terry was forty-eight, slightly overweight, but looked very gentle, with fair skin.
"It totally blindsided me that a hiccup would occur during Eric's part," a middle-aged man on the left said, hands in his pockets, "George always talked big, but he couldn't even protect Scott when it mattered."
Terry, expressionless, rolled up his white shirt sleeves, slowly took out a pack of cigarettes, and ignored his friend.
Footsteps echoed from downstairs. Gary, who had narrowly escaped from the two-story house, rushed in, panic-stricken, and knelt on the ground. "Terry, Terry... I didn't get the job done."
"No problem. Everyone makes mistakes," Terry said lightly, waving at Gary. "Come here. I want to ask you something."
Gary immediately stood up and walked over to Terry, bowing. "Yes, what would you like to ask, Terry?"
"What's the use of keeping you?" Terry asked, looking up.
Gary was stunned.
"You're useless, but you spend my money and eat my food. What should I do about that?" Terry asked again.
Gary turned pale.
Terry suddenly pulled a gun from under the table and shot Gary in the chest.
Blood splattered everywhere, and Gary fell backward.
Terry shook the blood off his white shirt and, still expressionless, shouted to the others, "Eric has issues about supply channel and respect. My uncle is dead. Take your consequence."
With that, Terry stood up and left, while the unfortunate Gary was dragged downstairs by four men. The blood-stained floor was spotless again in less than a minute.
Behind the police station, Alexander met Andrew.
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