The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

Seeing that Chief Howard was hesitating, the mayor continued, "Chief Howard, I know this is difficult. This is not a case that can be solved in a short period of time, but the public and the media do not understand the pressure on the police to solve the case. What I mean is that we can continue to expand and prolong the public opinion benefits brought by this community volunteer police and divert public attention to this matter. There will be a press conference at City Hall tomorrow afternoon. I hope you can attend and focus on introducing our community policing to the media. Oh, by the way, remember to contact the community volunteer police team in advance. I need a volunteer police team with a good image to appear in front of the media cameras."

Howard knew that in the mayor's mind, this was just a way to divert public attention. The timing was just right, so even if the mayor didn't want to use it, Howard wanted to use it. He agreed to the mayor's request, then left the city hall and returned to the police station. After returning to the police station, Howard immediately called an emergency meeting. In the meeting room, all eyes were on him, waiting for his instructions.

"Everyone," Howard said, "I just came back from the mayor. I believe that while I was away, everyone has read the front page of today's Los Angeles Times. The mayor hopes that we can showcase the efforts and contributions of LAPD in "community policing" at the press conference tomorrow afternoon."

"Chief, but it seems that we only gave them a sum of money to purchase uniforms last month. Oh, Officer James went to the store called 'Los Angeles Car Modification King' to distribute a few training manuals........."

Commissioner Howard: "Of course I know, but it's different now, guys. Now this group of community vigilantes has a much brighter image than us! I can already imagine what those sarcastic media people will say, saying that instead of giving so much funding to LAPD every year but failing to catch robbers, it would be better to give these funds to those community vigilantes, who at least dare to drive and shoot at gangsters on the highway... Now, we have to find a way to give the public outside the impression that these community vigilantes are an extension of LAPD, and they can achieve results because they have our help, understand?"

"Chief, then, do we really have to give them more help in the future?"

"I remember that Los Angeles Car Modification King donated dozens of cars to the police department. For a company that actively supports LAPD and maintains community security, I think there is no reason for us not to give it special support........."

Chapter 30 Preparing to Infiltrate the LAPD

After confirming that there were no more valuable clues from these MS-13 gang members (they were the ones who did the dirty work and knew very little about the specific buyers), the players were no longer interested in keeping these gang members alive. Before they died, the gang members were still asking the players to help them call an ambulance. These die-hard gang members, who were vicious and involved in drugs, loan sharking, assassins, robbery, pornography, and human trafficking, were crying and begging for mercy when they were about to go to hell.

However, the vigilantes played by the two combat players kept refusing to call an ambulance on the grounds that the scene was not safe. They watched the gang member bleed to death in pain before they pretended to call for an ambulance.

As for what happened later, it was completely out of the players' control. First, the two combat players did not expect that a few passing reporters would actually put their story on the front page of the Los Angeles Times, and they did not expect that the news would be used by the city government. When the Los Angeles Police Chief called, Zhang Xiatian, who was at the Los Angeles Car Modification King, thought that the bank robbery had been exposed. But the next second, Zhang Xiatian believed that this was impossible. Could it be that the LAPD was going to use a phone call to arrest the "extremely vicious" bank robber?

Sure enough, the police chief on the other end of the phone did not mention the bank robbery at all, but thanked the local community police for rescuing a girl who was about to be trafficked. The city government is going to hold a press conference tomorrow afternoon, and the mayor will award the police at the press conference. I hope the community police can send a few people with better appearance and temperament, preferably the police officers who chased the kidnappers on the road that day to attend the press conference.

Commissioner Howard said that LAPD will allocate a special fund to subsidize community volunteers, and will also allocate a batch of flashlights, radios, uniforms and bulletproof vests. In addition, the community can also recommend several outstanding volunteers to the Los Angeles Police Academy for training. After passing the training, they can officially join the LAPD, and the LAPD will bear all expenses during the volunteer training period.

Zhang Xiatian agreed to everything on the phone, and as soon as he hung up, he spread the news to the chat group, and the players were all stunned.

"What? They're giving us awards? The police are giving awards to robbers?"

"Isn't this... the cat giving an award to the mouse?"

"Oh, people don't know we are rats, they think we are enthusiastic citizens..."

"Wait, I remember Xia Tian said that the chief also agreed to let us recommend someone to attend the police academy, and after graduating from the academy, we can officially join the LAPD. Damn it, we will be even more lawless in Los Angeles from now on, after all, we have our own people in the police station!"

"From now on, bank robberies will have to be a double act, right?"

"Act! Act in a way that the LAPD can't figure out. Who knows? Some big brothers who have infiltrated the LAPD might use our heads to get promoted."

..................

In the early morning, the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere. The bells of a small local community church funded and renovated by the Universal Group rang, low and long, mourning the departure of a couple. The protagonists of the funeral were the couple who were killed by MS-13 gang members that night.

Inside the church, the solemn atmosphere became even more intense. The mahogany benches were arranged in an orderly manner, and almost every seat was occupied. The people attending the funeral wore dark formal clothes, with heavy expressions and silence. Several elderly people in the front row talked in low voices, as soft as mosquitoes, as if they were afraid to break the silence. Two black coffins were placed side by side, covered with white lilies, pure and sad. The pastor stood in front of the pulpit, holding the Bible in his hands, his face full of compassion. He lowered his head from time to time, as if praying silently.

On the right side of the church, in the front row, sat the couple's two children. The daughter had not yet recovered from the shock of being kidnapped, while the son lowered his head, clenched his hands, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

As for the neighbors who came to attend the funeral, they gathered in twos and threes, exchanging sad glances with each other. Those who knew the couple looked at the two bushes, and their minds were filled with beautiful memories of spending time together in the community. As for those who were strangers to the community, in addition to lamenting the couple's misfortune, they also expressed their concerns about the gangs reaching out to the community.

The priest, played by Cao Boyuan's part-time game character, cleared his throat and began his prayer under the gaze of the crowd: "Dear Lord, please accept our dear John and Mary into your arms. Although their life on earth has ended, they will have eternal peace in heaven. May the Lord grant them peace and give us strength to get through this difficult time."

On the afternoon of the same day after the funeral, another community meeting was immediately held. Ji Tianping, the "talker" elected by local residents, took to the makeshift podium and continued to state that Universal Group would strengthen its "community policing" capabilities, strengthen its cooperation with the LAPD, and maintain local security at all costs. He also listed the new measures that Universal Group was preparing to take in the future:

“We all hope that our community will be a safe, harmonious and livable place. Each of us loves this place deeply. Here we have our families, friends and countless good memories. However, the existence of drug dealers and gangs seriously threatens our quality of life and community safety. We can’t sit idly by and let criminals wreak havoc on our homes. There is no doubt that we will continue to fight these beasts at all costs until they never dare to set foot here again!

However, our community vigilantes cannot do all this alone. We only have dozens of vigilantes, and they have to work in shifts. What about the gangs and drug dealers? There are thousands! Therefore, in order to truly bring order to our community and let us take back our own community forever, we must establish a long-term and stable community protection mechanism so that criminals have nowhere to hide. We need to launch a full-scale war against these criminals!

Everyone in the community needs us to fight alongside us. This will require your time and sweat, but not your blood and sacrifice. Yes, just leave the most dangerous links to the vigilantes.

First, we need to completely remove graffiti from the community, clean up vacant lots, remove abandoned cars, repave the streets, and restore the cleanliness and beauty of the community environment. We want to make every street look brand new, make every corner full of vitality, and not allow our community to have any place to hide filth!

Secondly, we need to install surveillance cameras in major areas of the community. Think about it, if we install surveillance cameras at every street entrance and exit, only one vigilante can monitor a large area, and an injured vigilante sitting in front of the monitor can replace a patrol team to patrol the scene, which not only saves valuable human resources, but also allows the rest of the people to be redeployed to the required positions. This allows our limited vigilantes to be deployed more often to patrol the streets, and then make preventive interventions at the first time. If we had done this a long time ago, the couple who were brutally killed by gangsters might be sitting on the sofa watching TV now, instead of leaving us forever.

Then, we also need to eliminate truancy. We found that gangsters like to recruit truant teenagers from the community to join gangs and infiltrate our community. From now on, we require that once a community school finds a student truanting, a truancy report should be immediately sent to the community police station, and the parents should be informed again. We will also keep a close eye on some places that are considered to be gathering places for truants, such as billiard halls, bars, tobacco and alcohol convenience stores. Our community will not allow these places to provide food and accommodation to truant teenagers.

Finally, we will set up vehicle checkpoints at the main entrances of the community, and we also need more residents to participate in daily patrol activities and report suspicious situations to the community police through walkie-talkies.............."

Chapter 31: Preparing to Infiltrate the Gang

Just as the people from the One World Group said "my children" when giving speeches in community schools, the people from the One World Group also habitually call it "my community" when speaking on the community podium. Los Angeles Car Modification King is not the largest or richest enterprise in the local community (on the surface), but there is no doubt that the owner of this car modification shop is the most enthusiastic about community public welfare.

The collapsed church in the community was rebuilt with funds from Oneworld Group; the community vigilantes were almost unilaterally organized by Oneworld Group; the community sports team was funded by Oneworld Group; the community food bank was also established with the support of Oneworld Group; when there were general conflicts between blacks and whites, immigrants and locals in the community, they were more accustomed to either going to the community pastor for mediation or going to the community police station next to the Los Angeles Car Modification King for arbitration...

But even with such influence, it is too difficult for the Oneworld Group to get an American who is used to all kinds of freedom to accept surveillance, various parking checks, and even not to skip school. However, when gangs broke into homes and kidnapped children in the community, the Oneworld Group found the most appropriate reason to convince the residents of the local community to accept the Oneworld Group's proposal. After all, everything is for safety.

"It seems that no one has rejected our proposal. Very good. The construction of our base camp is now proceeding step by step according to our ideas... Oh, by the way, where is the little boy who called the police that night? The mission description says that his mission here is not over yet, but there is no hint about what to do next........."

"What else can I do? I'll just go back to school and continue studying. I'll search the chat history based on the keywords... Oh, another NPC mentioned him. It is said that his personality has changed a lot. He has become silent and doesn't like to talk. He trains hard every day and is obsessed with studying firearms..."

"Fuck, I always feel like this kid wants to do something on his own. Keep an eye on him to prevent the mission from failing..."

.............

With the deliberate publicity of the Los Angeles government and the subsequent series of reports by the Los Angeles Times, many people paid attention to this street gang called MS-13.

MS-13 is not the largest gang in the United States, but it advocates extreme violence. They use cruel and horrific criminal methods as a sign of their foothold in the gang world and are considered one of the most brutal street gangs in American history. Its history can be traced back to the 80s, when more than one million Salvadoran refugees fled to the United States to seek a stable life to escape the war, and many of them settled in Los Angeles. In order to fight against the oppression of black and Mexican gangs, they began to form a group and armed themselves with machetes and guns. They soon became the largest gang in Los Angeles with brutal and violent means, engaging in criminal activities such as extortion, gun smuggling, human trafficking, and drug trafficking.

As time went by, the organization became more and more brutal. They took "kill, rape, and control" as the gang's motto. The vicious crimes committed by gang members are countless, such as stabbing 13 times, beheading and digging out hearts, forcing underage girls into sexual slavery, and teenagers slashing minors with knives. MS-13 recruits criminals from prison and poor teenagers with high crime risks. This gang has two entry thresholds. New members must first suffer a -second violent beating, and then accept the gang's criminal instructions to commit crimes, usually requiring beating or murdering others.

Just days before the players rescued the kidnapped girl, in the next block, a group of MS-13 members kidnapped a woman who was in her car with her child and raped her in the back seat of the car. A day later, another group of MS-13 members raped two teenage deaf girls in a park, throwing one of them from her wheelchair onto a park bench, brutally beating and raping her.

Facing these extremely vicious MS-13 members, the LAPD has no good way to deal with them. The more serious difficulty is that the victims are unwilling to cooperate with the police. They are not only worried that they will be retaliated and killed, but MS-13 members will destroy the informant's entire family, and even cut babies and the elderly into pieces as revenge. For example, a gang member who joined the gang in a confused manner when he was young, and after waking up, he was eager to leave MS-13 and informed the police, hoping that he could be placed under federal witness protection.

But she was brutally murdered in the end. A rope was tied around her neck from behind, her chest and arms were stabbed 16 times, and her throat was cut into three parts. She was only 3 years old and five months pregnant when she was killed. Therefore, the LAPD rarely has the opportunity to arrest these gang members on a large scale. They can only arrest some criminals sporadically, and other members of the organization continue to do evil.

The above-mentioned horrific means of revenge are a huge threat to ordinary people, but for game players, the deterrent effect is zero. The most serious consequence is that their identity is exposed, and then their game characters are killed by gangsters.

The players decided to take the initiative and defeat the MS-13 gang in the Los Angeles area in advance. On the one hand, this was to rob the gang's money and open up new sources of income; on the other hand, it was to prevent the MS-13 gang from retaliating against the community (in order to avoid being retaliated against, they took the initiative to kill the other side). The player with a Latin American face was given the task of "Infernal Affairs". Zhang Xiatian, who was best at making fake documents, also gave him a fake identity named Carlos.

"Find a way to infiltrate the MS-13 gang and mark all their locations in Los Angeles. It would be best if we could get a complete list of their personnel."

"What if we get discovered?"

"Then you'd better hope that the other party kills your game character quickly. If their game character is locked up and tortured, then every time you open the game, you will be locked in a cage and have no gaming experience at all... Oh, I'm kidding. Don't worry, as long as you send us your location, we will definitely rush over with machine guns and grenade launchers and shoot all those gangsters. If we can save you, we will definitely save you. If we can't, we will guarantee to kill your game character on the spot, so that you can be a hero again in 24 hours!"

..............

Without any psychological preparation, the player's game character was blindfolded and brought into a place, and was suddenly hit hard on the right cheek by a metal ring, and fell heavily on the cement floor of the garage... Then he heard someone counting slowly. Someone kicked the player's head, someone hit his nose with a hard fist, and then someone hit his abdomen with a knee... During the crazy beating, the character in the game didn't say a word, neither begging for mercy nor wailing, and all he saw was the various debuffs constantly refreshing on the screen, which seemed quite tough.

On a cold night, the character in the game was beaten to pieces, and the screen was covered in blood red. Only in the middle could the dizzy perspective of the game character be seen. Heavy breathing could be heard in the headset, as if the game character would die suddenly after a few more punches and then be resurrected in 24 hours. But when the voice counting reached 13, the beating stopped, and the thugs stepped back and began to cheer: "Welcome to join!"

Chapter 32: A new gangster who reached the pinnacle of his debut

In order to be fully accepted by the MS-13 gang, Carlos needs to beat or kill someone immediately. This is also similar to a token of surrender. If you don't get blood on your hands and don't expose your cruelty, MS-13 will not accept you. Although Carlos himself is allowed to attack civilians during his undercover period because he triggered the "Infernal Affairs" mission, this does not mean that the mission itself encourages Carlos to kill civilians. The more civilians he kills, the less rewards he will get from the "Infernal Affairs" mission.

Carlos hopes to get to the top of MS-13 as soon as possible, so Carlos's start cannot be too bad. If he just beats up a passerby, he will not be respected by MS-13. Only by killing someone will the newcomer's status in the gang be much higher, similar to the "top student" in the exam. After thinking about it, the player decided.........he still had to kill someone.

But...Carlos can kill non-civilian targets, and this does not deduct merit...

..............

The sun was scorching the earth, and the air was filled with a smell of dust and sweat. The buildings in the slums were old and dilapidated, with graffiti and stains on the walls. The trash cans on the roadside were overturned and in a mess. In the narrow alleys, a few skinny stray cats were rummaging through the garbage for food, making subtle meows.

Carlos lowered his head, tightened his hoodie, and walked slowly in the middle of the block, accidentally revealing a large tattoo on his arm. The patterns were complex, and it seemed that each pattern contained some meaning. In this chaotic block, there were many people like Carlos who exuded gangster style in their every move. Most of them wore a Dodgers baseball cap, a blue top and jeans, and BK sneakers. They gathered in groups of three or five, talking in low voices, and occasionally glanced at the walking young man with ill intentions in their eyes.

Suddenly, a burly middle-aged man walked out of a dark alley, with his arms crossed in front of his broad chest, his bulging muscles clearly visible under his tight shirt. There were three other people beside the burly man, and they did not hide the machetes in their hands. Several people surrounded him and blocked Carlos's way.

"Hey, kid!" the burly man in the lead shouted, "What do you want to do by sneaking into the Crip Gang's territory? Kid, you have to pay the price for your mistake. I think you have to leave something behind before you can leave here........."

Carlos didn't wait for the strong man to finish speaking. His right hand reached for his belt like lightning. He pulled out his pistol in a row and pointed it at the strong man's head. The gunshots echoed in the narrow street like thunder. The burly strong man was knocked to the ground by the 0.45-inch large-caliber pistol bullet, and a bright red blood flower bloomed on his forehead. The player who controlled Carlos did not hesitate at all and continued to shoot. The three Crips Gang members who came with the strong man fell down one after another, and their bodies hit the ground heavily.

After the gunshots, the slum was in chaos. The men and women who witnessed it screamed and hid. Carlos took out a knife, looked around vigilantly, cut off the ears of the middle-aged man, and robbed the man of his change and a pistol, preparing to use these as proof of his joining the gang.

As Carlos collected his credentials, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer became clearer. The Crips who swarmed in were clamoring to make the invaders pay a heavy price. Carlos heard footsteps behind him and realized that it was impossible to return the same way, so he plunged into an alley that he was not familiar with.

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard from behind Carlos, and the bullet whizzed past and hit the wall in front of Carlos. The bullet hit it, and bricks and plaster fragments were splashed everywhere. The player controlled Carlos to quickly half-crouch down. The discarded furniture, broken appliances and piles of garbage in the alley became a temporary shelter. After hiding in the shelter, Carlos' situation was slightly better. The three gang members chasing him from behind were madly pouring firepower at a distance of about 40 to 50 meters from him, but except for the first bullet that almost hit Carlos, no one knew where the other bullets flew.

The same pistol can produce a completely different firepower output effect in the hands of the player. When the Crip Gang members fired their pistols, they had no concept of firepower distribution in their minds, which led to the three of them using up all the magazines together. Then they did not look for cover to hide and change magazines, but just changed magazines in front of the players.

This was an opportunity given by God. Carlos acted decisively, leaned out from behind a pile of broken furniture, picked up his pistol and shot at the Crip Gang members. One was shot in the stomach, one was shot in the chest, and another Crip Gang member cleverly dodged behind a car, but... this did not completely stump Carlos. He aimed for a while, then fired two shots at the Crip Gang member's feet that were exposed from behind the car body, and one of the bullets hit his ankle.

Before more Crips gathered around, Carlos started to move again. He quickly moved between obstacles and found a rickety outdoor fire escape ladder at the corner of the building. It was tightly attached to the side of a building. The iron fire escape ladder looked like it had not been maintained for some years and was rusty in many places.

But Carlos had no better choice for the time being. Instead of running around in the chaotic slums and being attacked by Crips who appeared out of nowhere, he might as well go upstairs. Carlos began to climb. The metal ladder creaked under his weight and the stairs shook uncomfortably, but Carlos had only one way to go to the bottom and continue climbing up. Under the ladder, Carlos could hear at least a dozen Crips roaring near the building under his feet. Carlos even saw Crips with assault rifles and submachine guns. It seemed that the other party was really angry.

Suddenly, a member of the Crips Gang pointed at the escape ladder and shouted, "He's up there!"

"Bang bang bang-"

“Da da da da”

Bullets rained down on the metal structure, but the Crips were a few seconds slower after all. The bullets almost grazed Carlos' body, but none of them hit the target. In just a few seconds, Carlos had already climbed over the edge and onto the roof.

Behind Carlos, the Crips sighed at their opponents' ridiculous stamina while struggling to catch up. There was more than one escape ladder leading to the roof. Carlos could not defend the entire roof by himself, so he could only randomly fire a few shots at the Crips who were chasing him, listening to their curses and shouts, and continued to escape.

However, this rooftop is really an isolated island in the slums. There are not enough rooftops of suitable height around for Carlos to jump over. But the player controlling Carlos still found a chance to survive. There is a building right in front of this building. The height is the same as the house where Carlos is, but the distance is a bit far. If you jump from this building to the rooftop of the opposite building, it is definitely impossible. Your body will hit the wall heavily...

But the window of the lower floor of the building opposite was open, which provided Carlos with an opportunity to take an adventure.

"I can only take a gamble! I bet the points I add to physical fitness can work a miracle!"

Carlos jumped up, his body falling to the ground in an arc like a thrown lead block, but just before Carlos hit the ground, his iron hands grabbed the windowsill like hooks and pulled himself in. He entered a small, messy apartment, the air filled with the smell of stale cigarettes and cooking oil.

The shouting of the Crip Gang members could no longer be heard clearly, and those who had already chased their opponents to the top of the building probably had no idea how their opponents had disappeared.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Carlos remained silent in the room. He knew that these Crips would not be able to continue searching for him because he had asked other players in the chat group to call 911 in the game. After a few minutes, Carlos heard the sound of sirens in the distance in the game.

Chapter 33: Could he be sent by the hostile forces?

When Carlos returned to the MS-13 territory with his loot, all the MS-13 gang members who had laughed and sometimes spoken rudely in front of Carlos fell silent. Many new members of the gang looked at Carlos with eyes full of admiration and respect.

The wanted warrant from the police was Carlos' best "proof of honor". The rookie made his debut and killed for the first time, with a loss of 0:7. The opponent was not some powerless civilian, but an equally vicious and ferocious Crips gang in Los Angeles, which was even larger than MS-13. What's even more outrageous is that Carlos killed seven people in the opponent's territory and then escaped unscathed. Those who boasted that they were the most ferocious in the MS-13 gang didn't dare to say that they had the ability and luck of Carlos.

There is no doubt that Carlos has become the top student among the newcomers to the MS-13 gang. When Carlos walked towards the MS-13 gang's base in the local neighborhood to meet the small boss here, the surrounding MS-13 gang members cheered in a low voice:

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

The cheers were disorganized at first, but then became uniform. Amid the fanatical shouts of the gangsters, Carlos took out the pistol and a pair of ears he had seized from his backpack, and then said to the little boss in front of him with a face full of flesh and a body covered with tattoos:

"Boss, I heard that the Crips Gang robbed our goods a few days ago, so I went to kill their people..."

"Brother, you did very well, very well. I saw the disregard for life in your eyes. You were born to be with us. Look, all the brothers here are cheering for your new title. You have already demonstrated your abilities to the gang. Naturally, you can't start with chores like ordinary newcomers. I will soon give you more important tasks. Do a good job, brother. The city of Los Angeles provides you with enough stage!"

..................

Carlos's performance as a newcomer was so outstanding that even the big boss of MS-13 in Los Angeles noticed his achievements, not to mention the small boss in a certain block. But this kind of outstanding performance also attracted... suspicion.

If Carlos had chosen to honestly start from the grassroots level and show his strength to the gang little by little, it would have been a natural and least likely way to arouse suspicion. However, he was too high-profile. Carlos acted like a complete veteran. Whether it was his marksmanship, physical fitness or other fighting skills, they were all terrifyingly strong. How could such a person be a newcomer? No matter where he was, he should be a veteran and an elite.

That's why the mini-boss said that Carlos showed ability to the gang, not loyalty.

But no matter whether it is a big boss or a small boss, they cannot randomly torture a newcomer who has made contributions to the gang without evidence. This will make the grassroots gang members think that the bosses are all crazy. Although the MS-13 gang is a gang that does all kinds of evil, it is not a schizophrenic gang. The evil people gather together and have their own internal rules.

In this case, Carlos can only keep making offers of allegiance to clear his suspicions.

"First, let him participate in a raid on the Blood Gang (the Blood Gang is also the enemy of the Crips Gang, and they are tit-for-tat), and observe whether this guy might be sent by the Blood Gang... Finally, a person who can fight like him reminds me of the guy who made us lose some time ago, the vigilante from the Los Angeles Modified Car King. Let him participate in a revenge against the vigilante. If he passes both of these two items, then we can trust this guy. He might really be a ruthless person who is born to be in the underworld..."

.................

Under the sunlight, dust can be clearly seen floating slowly in the air. In an abandoned warehouse with graffiti all over the walls, members of the Bloods are trading with Mexican drug dealers. The outfits of these Bloods are "diametrically opposed" to the Crips that Carlos had seen before. They are mainly red (of course, you can also say it is a red and blue CP), wearing a Bulls hat, a red top and oversized jeans, and CK sneakers on their feet. Why do they wear CK sneakers? Because the Bloods believe that CK is the abbreviation of Crips killer.

There were two tables in the middle of a room on the second floor of the warehouse. One table was piled with bundles of cash, green bills neatly stacked and tied with rubber bands. The other table was piled with the most important item of their trip - drugs.

"Let's finish this quickly," one of them whispered, "the police have been searching everywhere like crazy lately, this place is not very safe, we don't have a whole day to count here..."

"Be patient, my friend. A deal like ours takes time."

Suddenly, there was the sound of an engine roaring outside. Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, then drew their guns and aimed at each other.

"Damn it, are you kidding us?"

"FUCK! Isn't this a trap you set?"

Until a person who was watching suddenly shouted: "No, that's not right, it seems to be those Crips!" The two sides slowly moved their guns and aimed at each other, and then turned their eyes to the window. The harsh friction sound of tires echoed in the warehouse, and three large trucks suddenly rushed in and stopped in the middle of the floor downstairs.

The Blood Gang members on the second floor rushed to the railing, aimed their guns at the suddenly arriving truck. However, before the Blood Gang members could open fire, the people in the truck opened fire first. The man in the blue shirt jumped down from the passenger seat and hid behind an abandoned vehicle. Then he raised his assault rifle smoothly and fired short bursts at the Blood Gang members on the railing on the second floor. In the blink of an eye, four or five Blood Gang members fell in a pool of blood.

The Blood Gang members on the second floor were frightened and hid in a safer place, which also meant that they could not suppress the invading enemy with firepower in the first place. The truck was just fine under the eyes of the Blood Gang and drug dealers. The door suddenly opened, and a group of gangsters with long guns and short guns came out one after another. Before they got out of the door, the little boss warned:

"Remember, don't speak Spanish (the official language in El Salvador, the home country of most MS-13 members)!"

The melee continued, the air was filled with the deafening sound of gunfire, bullets ricocheted on metal beams, windows were broken, and glass fragments rained down. The Bloods on the second floor hid behind various shelters, shouting that they would fight to the death and teach the other side a lesson. But in reality, they were beaten very badly. In fact, the combat effectiveness of those Crips (MS-13 pretending to be) was about the same as that of the Bloods, but...