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Heavy motorcycles were lined up neatly in the open space of the town, and the roar of their engines was deafening.

The sunlight shone on them, reflecting their resolute and fierce faces.

They exude an aura of unruliness and ferocity, which is a trait honed from long years in the underworld.

Wearing clothes of different styles but all full of personality.

Some wore worn-out denim jackets covered with various badges and pendants.

Some of them wore black leather jackets decorated with rivets, showing their rebelliousness and toughness.

They talked in groups of three or five, sometimes bursting into laughter, and sometimes discussing tactics seriously.

The whole town seemed to be shrouded in their aura.

A storm is about to rise from here and sweep towards Las Vegas.

In that dim room, the atmosphere was as depressing as the dead silence before a storm.

Several core leaders of the Proud Boys were sitting around a shabby table.

There was a gloom on everyone's face.

"Roswell, I think we should stop hesitating!"

"Send the brothers directly to Las Vegas and bring that cousin of Situ Ning back alive!"

The speaker was Hals, deputy captain of the Proud Boys.

As a former member of the M Country Marine Corps Special Forces, his tone naturally carries the decisiveness and ruthlessness unique to a soldier.

The expression on his face was full of unquestionable determination, as if he could capture Situ Ning with just a single order.

Ferguson frowned, a trace of worry flashed in his deep eyes, and he slowly asked:

"Is there any news in Las Vegas recently?"

He knew very well that before taking action, he must have a complete understanding of the enemy's movements.

Any slight negligence may lead to the failure of the operation.

"There's nothing unusual with Situ Ning, but there's a message from the Las Vegas government."

"They didn't allow us to fight Situ Ning during the day, fearing that innocent people might be hurt."

"What?"

"Why should they decide when we take action?"

"Fuck! I can hit you whenever I want!"

Hals instantly flew into a rage, his already red face now looking like a ripe tomato.

He slammed his fist on the table with a loud bang.

The teacups on the table were shaken so much that they began to vibrate, and his unhappy expression was evident on his face.

Roswell glanced at Hals, his eyes carrying a hint of majesty and warning, and said slowly:

"Hals, you should listen to what they say and don't make things too awkward."

Roswell knew that although the Proud Boys had always acted arrogantly, they could not openly oppose the government army, otherwise they would bring about their own destruction.

Hals snorted coldly, the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Although he was very unhappy, he didn't dare to say anything more.

After all, Roswell's status in the Proud Boys is obvious, and his words are like military orders and cannot be disobeyed.

Then, Roswell turned to another leader, Ferguson, and asked with a hint of urgency in his eyes:

"Ferguson, how is the investigation going with the brothers we sent to Las Vegas before?"

Ferguson responded confidently: "Boss, we have basically figured out the distribution of Situ Ning's forces. In my opinion, it will be easy to take him down."

After hearing this, Roswell fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"This time, you pick out 100 elite men from among your brothers and take action tonight. There is only one goal, to capture Situ Ning alive. Don't let any of them go!"

Roswell knew clearly that Situ Ning was no ordinary person, as she was the younger sister of Situ Chu, the leader of the Hongmen.

Despite rumors outside that Situ Chu and Situ Ning have completely broken up and are like strangers.

But Roswell would not easily believe such information.

In his opinion, the rumors in the world are true and false, real and unreal, and cannot be fully trusted.

After all, Situ Ning was able to quickly gain a foothold in Las Vegas, a land of mixed people and fierce competition.

And developed its own considerable power.

No matter who is backing her, she has her strengths.

She must have extraordinary wisdom, decisiveness and strong skills to make a name for herself in Las Vegas.

Roswell firmly believed that as long as he caught Situ Ning, it would be like holding a key that could unlock all the mysteries.

The power she had worked so hard to build in Las Vegas would naturally collapse like a house of cards.

This was also the key to his plan to capture Situ Ning alive.

In his vision, as long as Situ Ning fell into their hands, not only would a powerful potential threat be eliminated.

They can also take this opportunity to establish the reputation of the "Proud Boys" in the world and make other forces afraid of them.

At 10 o'clock that evening, the moonlight was hazy.

Roswell sneaked around like a ghost with his Proud Boys men.

They were preparing to sneak into Las Vegas quietly to carry out their carefully planned arrest operation.

But just as they were about to take the first step, an accident struck without warning.

A group of mysterious men, fully armed and carrying live ammunition, suddenly broke into the temporary residence of the Proud Boys like ghosts.

There was no warning of their appearance, as if they had appeared out of nowhere in the darkness.

Without saying a word, these people raised their hands and started shooting wildly.

With full firepower, a saturation attack was launched against the Proud Boys.

Dense bullets poured down like raindrops, drawing dazzling streaks of light in the silent night sky.

Accompanied by deafening gunshots, the tranquility of the night was instantly broken.

The arrogant "Proud Boys" of the Gulf Group have been rampant and domineering.

I never expected to encounter such a sudden and fierce attack.

Their formation suddenly became chaotic, and the originally neat team became scattered in an instant. They were beaten to a pulp and had no power to fight back.

The team members fled in panic, their faces filled with fear and helplessness, completely losing their former arrogance.

Roswell quickly raised his gun and started a firefight with the group of people.

He tried to stabilize his position and organize a counterattack.

But as soon as the confrontation began, he was horrified to find that the Proud Boys were no match for the other side.

The opponent's tactics were well coordinated and their shooting was accurate.

Roswell was shocked and thought to himself: Could this be the American army?

But in a flash, he rejected this idea.

After all, there is no need to use a "big killer" like the army to deal with them.

But if it wasn't the army, then what force could it be that has such powerful combat capability that it could defeat the Proud Boys without any resistance?

Roswell was completely stunned!

They have no idea who would do such a cruel thing to them.

But the current critical situation did not allow him to think too much.

He shouted at the top of his voice:

"Quick, retreat!"

He knew very well that if he continued to fight like this, his entire army would be wiped out.

But before he finished speaking, there were a few "bangs" and bullets accurately hit the heads of the "Proud Boys" members! !

In an instant, many people fell to the ground, blood splattered on the spot.

The bright red blood looked particularly dazzling under the moonlight.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Fuck, there's a sniper, everyone find a place to hide!"

Roswell shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of fear.

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On the battlefield filled with tension and despair, Roswell's face flushed with anger, his eyes wide open, like a trapped beast, he roared angrily:

"Damn it, there is no other way but to fight these people head-on!"

However, the morale of the army at this time had already become like loose sand, and the trend of defeat was like the collapse of a towering mountain, rushing thousands of miles away, and there was no way to stop it.

The players' eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and their faith in victory had long since vanished.

Before long, a member of the Proud Boys could no longer bear the tremendous pressure and shouted at the top of his voice:

"I surrender, I surrender, don't shoot!"

The voice was sharp and desperate!

This surrender was like the first domino to fall.

After one person successfully surrendered, it seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and others also shouted: "I surrender too, don't shoot!"

The sounds of surrender one after another echoed across the battlefield, announcing that the team's fighting spirit had completely collapsed.

When Hals saw this scene, he was extremely anxious. He immediately raised the stun gun in his hand and was ready to shoot at the surrendering "Proud Boys" members without hesitation.

In his opinion, these people's surrender was undoubtedly a betrayal of the team and a manifestation of cowardice.

But at this moment, Roswell reacted quickly, like a black lightning, and stopped him.

"Captain, if we continue to tolerate this, we will really be wiped out!"

Hals looked anxious, his eyes wide open, and he looked at Roswell with confusion.

His face was full of resentment and anger, and he couldn't understand why Roswell wanted to stop him.

Roswell shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness, but his tone was calm and unquestionable:

"Hals, everyone has the right to choose. There is really no need for us to fight to the death."

Under such circumstances of demoralized troops, forcing everyone to fight would only lead to more unnecessary sacrifices.

Ferguson also advised: "Hars, we are not regular troops. We are working for the Gulf Group."

"But you can't die in vain. You have to seek truth from facts and not die blindly."

Ferguson's words were full of reason and calmness, trying to make Hals face reality.

Hearing Ferguson's words, Hals's hand slowly stopped.

He turned his gaze towards Roswell, with a hint of confusion and hesitation in his eyes, and slowly asked:

"Captain, what should we do?"

Roswell looked calm and said two words with a firm gaze: "Surrender!"

Although the sound was not loud, it seemed to set the tone on this chaotic battlefield.

In the end, the Proud Boys were completely wiped out before they even had the chance to formally launch an attack on Situ Ning.

This team, which originally had a certain purpose and perhaps a hint of ambition, came to an end in panic and helplessness.

The one who destroyed the Proud Boys was none other than War Hall member and commander Wang Jianjun.

As soon as he arrived in Country M, he headed for Las Vegas without stopping, his hurried steps seemed like he was racing against time.

He also replenished his equipment from Qiu Xuewen, and every weapon was polished to a shine.

Every bullet seemed to be ready to go, fully prepared for subsequent actions.

…

In another corner of the city, the night fell like a huge black curtain, quietly covering everything.

A thrilling contest, just like an exciting piece of music that is about to be played, quietly begins in the darkness.

The one hundred members of the War Hall were like ghosts emerging from the depths of the dark night. They moved lightly and quickly and sneaked into Wen City silently.

The city seems calm at the moment, but a storm is brewing in the dark.

Their goal is clear and firm, heading directly towards the headquarters of the South Shore Group.

That building on the outskirts of the city, like a behemoth lurking in the abyss of crime, is the core hub of the entire criminal network.

And they are about to create a huge storm here, and a war is about to break out.

In the suburbs of Vancouver, there is a place called East Jiwei.

Graham, the boss of the Gulf Group, and Jim, the newly appointed second-in-command, are sitting leisurely in a luxurious office.

The office was luxuriously decorated, and the crystal chandeliers emitted soft light, reflecting on their smug faces.

They are looking forward to good news from the Proud Boys.

Over the years, the Proud Boys have repeatedly made achievements in a series of operations with an impressive record.

This made Graham and Jim have blind trust in this ally force.

This kind of trust grows in their hearts like a cancer, almost to the point of paranoia.

It made them firmly believe that this operation would be a complete success, as if victory was already within their grasp.

However, they were completely unaware that danger was approaching them step by step like a quietly spreading shadow.

The commander of today's battle is Abu, who is in the Golden Triangle and was summoned by Lin Yao to participate in the battle.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the team.

Abu took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the flickering cigarette butt looked like a vigilant eye in the darkness.

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and the smoke slowly dissipated in the night sky, as if it was an extension of his thoughts.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he glanced at the team members behind him, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

The voice was deep but powerful, ringing in the ears of the team members like a huge bell:

"Brothers, this battle is crucial!

"Our mission is to storm the Gulf Group headquarters building head-on. Kill the enemy if you see them!"

"For our mission, for justice, attack!"

"Yes! I will obey orders resolutely and serve Mr. Lin loyally!"

The team members shouted in unison, and their voices resounded through the night sky like rolling thunder, shaking the darkness.

That was their oath of loyalty to Mr. Lin, and every word was filled with their firm belief in Lin Yao.

And the desire to win.

This desire is like a burning flame, burning in their hearts. (End of this chapter)