Chapter Thirty: Massacre

The ghost fire V8 is galloping all the way.

In the slum area at 11 o'clock at night, the cars on the main road have begun to sparse.

The sound of the engine rumbled across the street, and Link became the person he hated the most—a noise maker driving a sports car all over the street.

The old nest of the Jack Gang is near the pier at the intersection of the Shadu River.

The river in Shadu is divided into two, the larger one leads directly to Shangcheng District, which is the gathering place of the rich.

The small one that flows through the slums, factory sewage and sewage discharge, has become a foul-smelling river of sewage that everyone is tired of.

The location of Jack's Gang happened to be near the fork of the river's diversion.

Of course, a small Jack gang would definitely not be able to win such a key position.

Behind every small gang is the shadow of the big gang, and the big gang is the power.

The background behind the Jack Gang is responsible for the water transportation business, so as a small gang under his command, he can be assigned a location near the canal as the base camp.

Link's Ghost Fire V8 roared all the way, and the further north it drove, the more beautified and prosperous the style of the slum area became, and even some tall buildings appeared.

Even if it is called a slum, the level of wealth is gradually increased according to the ladder.

Link stopped the Wraith V8 on the side of the road with a beautiful flick, but because the [Junior Driving] had not been unlocked, this nifty drift ended with the whole car hitting the curb.

"Sure enough, you still have to respect your skills..."

Then he said to Ah Fu who was beside him: "Just wait for me in the car. Pay attention to the rear-view mirror and rear-view mirror. If you find something wrong, go to the alley to find me."

After all, Link added: "Be smart!"

A Fu nodded again and again, remembering the boss's words, his eyes fixed on the outside rearview mirror, and his hand was pressed on the door.

Link squeezed the sand sculpture by its neck and pulled it out of the car.

"Hey, wake up, it's time to work."

The sand sculpture woke up in a daze, flapping its wings and flying.

Maybe it was because he wasn't fully awake yet, when he was flying, he slammed into the wall of the building next to him, looking quite embarrassed.

Link glanced around the street and found that no one had seen such a shameful scene.

The treasure hunter covered his face, clearly not recognizing this sand sculpture.

The sand sculpture stood on the edge of the high-rise building, and after a while, he regained consciousness, and flew to the night sky to start investigation.

The Jack Gang's lair is not underground, but a flat connected to the residential building.

The flat floor is more than 300 square meters, and one end is leaning against the river bank. At night, you can enjoy the beautiful night view of the upper city across the river.

The high-rise buildings and neon lights of Uptown are like an addictive drug that constantly stimulates the desires in people's hearts.

Two minutes later, the sand sculpture reappeared from the night sky, gliding down on Link's forearm, and by the way reported the leveling situation.

Link knew that the sand sculpture's memory was not very good, so he only let it investigate the situation at the door.

The most difficult place for the Jack gang to enter is the door. If there are a lot of thugs at the door, then he will have to come from the building next to him.

However, according to the sand sculpture's report, only two guards were seen at the door, so this couldn't be easier.

Ah Fu sat in the car, his body tense, his eyes moving back and forth between the inside and outside rearview mirrors, always ready to escape.

Soon he saw the boss walking into the alley, and the whole person was engulfed by the dark shadow.

The sand sculpture flew to the roof of the building and closed its eyes, waiting for the order.

Entering the darkness, it's time for the Treasure Rat show.

squeak.

The closer you get to the Jack Gang, the clearer the information the Treasure Rat can detect.

This time the sand sculpture was not done, there were indeed only two people at the door, and even the thugs in the hall were sparse.

Link was slightly puzzled.

It stands to reason that Jack helped more than 100 people, even if he killed a dozen or so, the number in the nest is not right now...

However, the data is provided by the treasure mouse, so there can be no mistake.

Now there are less than 30 people after the old nest, and the defense is loose and weak. It seems that no one really expected to play alone.

I thought it should be Longtan Tiger's Den, Ambush from All Sides, but...

That's it?

Isn't this like being in a no-man's land!

Link didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Crying is because this group of people really took their own words on deaf ears. "We will meet soon" is not a harsh word, it is really coming!

Laughing is that the defense is so loose, Link thinks that he can sneak into the interior without knowing it.

Although I don't know what caused the huge decrease in the number of Jack's gang, it is always a good thing for Link.

Crouching in the corner, only ten meters away from the main entrance of Jack's Gang.

"Okay, let's see your performance next."

Link touched the treasure mouse's head.

At this time, it is necessary for the 'actor' to come out and attract attention.

"On offense, it's up to you!"

Link made no reservations this time, and brought all the three thousand silver army ants with him.

The treasure hunter rubbed his face helplessly. He could have depended on his strength to eat, so why did he always want it to sell his color?

Link stretched out his hand and flicked the Treasure Rat's waist, pushing it straight out of the corner.

Treasure Mouse got down reluctantly and moved towards the front door of Jack's Help.

The process after that was extremely simple. The Treasure Rat reported the situation to Link through Squeak, and at the same time attracted the attention of the guards at the door.

The spiritual treasure-hunting mouse instantly caught the attention of the two of them, but they didn't notice that the silver army ants were crawling behind him at some point.

The flying ants accurately rushed into the guard's mouth and nibbled at the vocal cords for the first time.

Link appeared from the corner, and while the two of them were rolling on the ground while their hands were pinching their throats, he wrapped the muffler head with a linen coat, and shot two shots to end their lives.

The sound of sneaking in was suppressed to a minimum by Link.

The two of them didn't make any other sound except for the choked sobbing in their throats.

This was the first time that Link had dispatched all the silver army ants he carried.

The three thousand army ants cooperated with each other, and the effect was heaven-defying.

The marching ants receded from the two of them like a wave, and then gathered next to them and formed a formation. There were three groups of worker ants, soldier ants, and flying ants. The square looked like a large CPU. pins on the CPU.

Link squatted down, confiscated the two pistols, and stuffed them into the gun belt.

The firearms of these gangs are also varied, in addition to modern self-loading pistols, there are even revolvers!

Link is not a picky eater, and he will face a tough battle later, so he can save time when changing bullets.

"Now, all the army ants obey! I order you to destroy the power system of the Jack Gang, whether it is the wires or the light bulbs, I will see all the lights in the hall go out within a minute!"

Link gave the order, and the silver army ants moved quickly.

A flying ant carried a soldier ant and a worker ant, forming a group of three ants, forming a silver curtain in the air, quickly approaching the Jack's Gang's flat.

Soon worker ants and soldier ants appeared in the Jack Gang.

The remaining thugs in the hall play cards, drink, watch TV, and play mobile phones with cigarettes in their mouths...

Midnight is a time for them to rest and revel.

After finishing the day's work and collecting the rent, I went back to the base camp to eat and drink.

Although there are still many chaos in the slums every day, the basic situation has been set, and each gang has its own territory and industry. After countless battles, a balance has been reached.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Link squatted at the door, and with the sound of a power outage, the lights in the entire hall went out and fell into darkness.

The marching ants quietly bit off all the wires for lighting, and there were all kinds of fierce yelling from inside.

"Damn, why is there a power outage in the middle of the night?"

"Don't move the cards, whoever takes advantage of the black to get out, I will chop off his dog's paw!"

"It is estimated that the circuit is aging again. It is an old problem. Don't panic, I will go to connect the generator."

Now the only light source in the entire hall is the light of everyone's mobile phone screens.

Especially the group playing cards, the light of the mobile phone gathers the most.

A lot of people joined in, jokingly urging the people at the card table to steal the cards quickly, or else there would be no chance when the generator starts.

They were completely unaware that the danger was coming quietly at this moment.

"Silver army ants, attack!"

The army ants quickly gathered from all over the place and fell from the roof to the thugs like fallen leaves.

"Hey, what fell?"

Many thugs felt that something was falling on their heads and bodies. One person took the light from the mobile phone screen and saw the marching ants covered in metallic luster.

"What the hell!?"

"Why do we have army ants in our house?"

Before everyone could react, Link rushed into Jack Gang's lair like a ghost.

The Glock 17 was slightly charged with one hand, and the bullets poured out like a soul-calling song played by the god of death.

For those with mobile phones, Link immediately aimed at the gun and killed them, but those who were hidden in the dark were more clearly visible.

There are treasure mice in command, and the marching ants on these people outline their figures.

Although his eyes could not see clearly, Link knew exactly where these people were in his heart.

After a burst of fire, the miniature submachine gun clips directly jammed and emptied.

In Link's eyes, a series of light blue damage numbers appeared in the hall, which was swiped by the information prompt.

[You hit the rogue with a Bezos T1 micro submachine gun, dealing 28 damage]

[You use the Bezos T1 micro submachine gun to hit the rogue's vitals, causing 47 points of crit damage, with bleeding effect]

[You hit the rogue's calf with a Bezos T1 micro submachine gun, causing 24 points of damage, with a slowing effect]

[You hit the rogue in the head with a Glock 17 pistol, causing 115 fatal damage]

...

Link rolled behind the bunker to reload, and the thugs in the hall were scurrying, not understanding what was going on, and they all sought cover to avoid.

"What the hell is going on with my CTM?"

"Did other gangs call?"

"My chrysanthemum is split!"

...

There was chaos in the hall.

Link finished reloading in an instant, and his figure swam in the hall.

At the same time, the army ants also launched an attack, and the thugs behind the bunker let out heart-piercing screams, and even stood up and slapped the ants on their bodies regardless of the danger of being hit by bullets.

There were also screaming and rolling on the ground.

These gangsters who fished the common people and oppressed the citizens on weekdays have now all become lambs to be slaughtered.

Link came out from behind the cover, and the muzzle flashed, reflecting a slightly immature but cold face.