The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 596 Your death will make my boss happier

Late at night, the city of Santa Clara was pitch black. Apart from the moon in the sky, only the light of oil lamps in a few houses shone through the windows.

Although it is the capital of Santa Clara Province, it is only a small or medium-sized city in Cuba and does not even have street lights.

From time to time, the barking of dogs could be heard in the city, disturbing people's sweet dreams. Most people would just mutter a little and turn around to continue sleeping, as they had to go back to work the next morning.

Living is exhausting enough for most people.

The drunk lying at the entrance of the alley on the side of the road was holding the empty wine bottle tightly, which was the most important thing to him.

Hearing the footsteps, he held the bottle tighter in his arms and forced himself to open his eyes, but only saw a few dark figures disappearing into the darkness in the distance.

The drunk fell into a deep sleep again.

This was a small team wearing hunting uniforms, actually only 8 people, and two non-combat casualties, who were lying on the farm at this moment.

"This is the Revolution Square, the first building on the west side." The group quickly found their target, a three-story building next to the square. It was made entirely of stone and was full of ancient style.

There were sounds of dogs barking in the yard of the small building. A large dog was tied to the side and kept barking wildly.

Seeing this, the team leader gave direct orders.

"Two people go in, open the door! And attack directly by force."

Immediately, two team members climbed up the wall, and after seeing a large dog barking in the yard, one of them pointed a gun at the dog and pulled the trigger.

Da da da!
The dog whimpered twice and then fell silent.

The two men jumped off the wall and opened the door from the inside. Two of them rushed directly to the door, aimed at the door lock and kept shooting, then kicked the door open.

The others immediately rushed in with guns.

Several of them rushed to other rooms on the first floor to check, and a few went straight to the stairs and then made a gesture.

One of them suddenly stuck his head out to look upwards of the stairs, then looked back down.

boom!
"Shotgun!" Even without looking at the bullet holes on the wall, everyone knew the other party's weapon just by hearing the gunshot.

A team member pulled a grenade from his waist and threw it up.

The bodyguard of the building was lying in ambush on the second floor. He saw a ball flying up but didn't know what it was.

boom!
After the explosion, the people downstairs rushed up and shot the bodyguard on the ground.

Gunshots continued to ring out in the building.

A moment later, the door of a house on the third floor was kicked open. Two team members fired a few shots into the room, but found that there was no one in the room.

The bed was messy, obviously someone had been here before.

The two of them walked in one after the other, their eyes moving left and right, and soon their gazes moved to the wardrobe on the side.

One of them held the gun close to the ground and fired five or six times under the bed.

The other man fired half a burst of bullets at the cabinet, and a muffled groan was immediately heard from inside the cabinet, followed by blood flowing out of the cabinet.

The team member opened the cabinet and saw a woman lying limply inside.

I looked under the bed, and there was nothing.

Without saying a word, the two of them kicked open the door of the washroom next to them and saw a curtain hanging inside.

He raised his gun and swept it towards the curtain.

Suddenly someone rushed out from behind the curtain, and blood spurted onto the curtain.

After pulling open the curtain, I saw a naked man lying in the bathtub. He looked to be in his fifties with gray hair.

"It should be the target!"

A moment later, the team leader came to the room, looked at the body, and took out his pocket watch to take a look.

"three minutes."

Then the others opened the drawers and cabinets and took out the valuables inside.

The main thing is that they are here.

"Just take what is easy to carry! Take stocks and passbooks and other things as well." said the team leader.

"We don't know each other..."

“Take whatever looks like it!”

This kind of income can be considered as extra income for them. Stocks and passbooks have to be handed in, and they have no channels to cash them out.

They divided the gold and jewellery among themselves.

"Hurry up, we still have a goal!"

A few minutes later, the group evacuated the house, and then gunfire was heard two blocks away.

In a house two blocks away, two team members pulled the trigger, and bullets turned the quilt on the bed into feathers.

The two people on the bed had been beaten to pieces. One of the men had his eyes wide open as he died, with fear and unwillingness in his eyes.

He didn't know who the other person was, and no matter what he said, the other person didn't respond.

He is an important member of the Vidal family.

Santa Clara had already been alarmed by the gunshots, but no one knew what had happened and no one dared to come out to check.

These teams roamed the city in a broad daylight, looking for and eliminating targets.

It was not until an hour and a half later that these people gathered together and quickly evacuated the city.

At this time, Wen Bingzhong and others began to attack the manor.

The security force of the manor is not strong, with only a dozen bodyguards and some servants.

Wen Bingzhong and others quickly broke into the main building. Accompanied by gunshots, servants in the manor were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

"Stop, who are you and what do you want? We can sit down and talk." An old man in his fifties stood at the stairs surrounded by five or six bodyguards.

He is the third-in-command of the Vidal family, Manuel Vidal.

He was the one who rejected Juan in the first place.

After learning that someone had invaded the manor and that their firepower was so strong that the manor could not be defended, he decided to step in and use words and benefits to persuade the other party.

After all, the Vidal family has a lot of influence in Santa Clara.

He couldn't think of any deep-rooted enemies.

The more likely possibility is a group of robbers.

However, when he saw the Chinese faces in the hall, his heart started pounding, and he had an extremely bad feeling.

The scene when Juan came to him and wanted to buy Chinese people but was rejected by him, and then the scene when he treated the matter as a joke at the banquet, all emerged in his mind.

He guessed the identities of these people.

That Chinese man actually sent people to Santa Clara to cause trouble for me just for a group of laborers?

"Manuel Vidal?" Wen Bingzhong asked in Spanish.

"It's me!" Manuel Vidal took a deep breath and slowed down his tone to test: "Are you Chinese? What do you want? Money? The Chinese workers on the plantation? We can talk about all of these."

"Wrong answer!" Wen Bingzhong said in a deep voice: "Our boss doesn't like people rejecting him!"

"You make him very unhappy. If you die, he will be happier!"

Before he finished speaking, he and the others raised their guns and fired towards the second floor.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the bodyguards hurriedly protected Manuel Vidal, bent down and dodged away. Countless bullets hit the stone fences and walls, and stone chips shattered everywhere.

The two bodyguards were shot and fell to the ground in front of Manuel Vidal.

Wen Bingzhong took out a grenade and threw it behind the half-man-high stone railing on the second floor. Then another one.

Boom boom!

Following two explosions, several members of the security company immediately rushed to the second floor with guns, firing as they went.

However, after rushing to the second floor, they only saw several bodyguards lying on the ground, and a door not far away was open. Obviously, the other bodyguards protected Manuel Vidal and ran into the room.

A member of the security company stretched his gun through the door and fired inside, and the people inside immediately fired back.

"Even if you kill me, you can't escape. Our army will be here soon!" Manuel Vidal shouted loudly in the room, trying to scare away Wen Bingzhong and others.

"Then let them come! They will definitely remember it for the rest of their lives." Wen Bingzhong grinned, otherwise why would he bring so many people here?

I just know that there is an independent army stronghold not far from the manor. This independent army is supported by the Vidal family and is similar to a private army.

After hearing the gunshots, it will take at most an hour to get here.

In order to prevent being intercepted and pursued by the Independence Army, he prepared a big thing for those people.

Wen Bingzhong gave the others a look, and several of his men took grenades from their waists, removed the safety and threw them in.

Five or six grenades were thrown into the room at the same time, and Wen Bingzhong and others quickly shrank to the side.

When we first got grenades, we underestimated their power and many people were injured because they failed to dodge in time.

boom!
With the huge explosion, the whole manor shook, and a large amount of broken wood, gravel and dust flew out of the room.

Then a few thugs rushed in and saw five or six people lying inside, covered in blood.

In such a small space, if five or six grenades exploded at the same time, even the impact would be enough to kill them.

Soon, Wen Bingzhong led his men to clean up the manor, leaving no one alive and only corpses everywhere.

And a village five or six miles away is the stronghold of the Independence Army.

When the gunshots were heard, some men in the village were awakened and then tried to identify the direction of the gunshots.

"It's the manor!"

"There's an accident at the manor, get your guns!"

These members of the Independence Army rushed towards the manor quickly. When they arrived, they saw a raging fire burning in the stable on one side of the manor. The huge flames illuminated an area of hundreds of meters.

The main building was not damaged at all.

"Go and see!"

"Corpse!"

Not long after entering the manor, they saw the bodies of servants and bodyguards on the ground, which made them look solemn and they looked vigilantly at the gate of the villa in front of them.

One person made a gesture, and the others immediately dispersed and approached the villa with guns raised.

It took them fifty minutes from the time the gunshots were heard in the villa to the time they arrived here, and they didn't know whether there was any danger in the manor.

Those who attacked the manor have most likely left.

When they were more than twenty meters away from the gate of the villa, the gate was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

"There are enemies!" The members of the Independence Army immediately squatted on the ground and aimed their guns at the villa.

As the door opened, two wooden tables were seen blocking the door, and a large gun was placed above the wooden tables.

A young man in hunting clothes was holding the gun. He smiled at them and then pulled the trigger.

Countless bullets swept through the manor like a torrent. A black man watched helplessly as a ball of blood exploded on the body of his comrade beside him, and then an arm disappeared.

This scene immediately made fear appear in his eyes.

Not just human bodies, everything around them was being destroyed by the torrent of bullets.

One by one, the members of the Independence Army fell to the ground in balls of blood, exploded under the seemingly endless torrent of bullets.

"Run! Find cover!" A grassroots commander of the independent army shouted to others with fear in his eyes.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, small holes appeared on the ground under the bullets. The bullets quickly chased the officer who spoke loudly, and then smashed him to pieces.

At the same time, human figures appeared behind the windows on the first floor of the villa.

Wen Bingzhong and his men held guns and started shooting outside.

The manor immediately turned into a slaughterhouse.

They deliberately set fire to the horse stable in order to illuminate the surroundings and expose the position of the Independence Army.

Then, with just one wave of shooting, the independence army collapsed.

Faced with countless bullets, the survivors turned around and fled, without any courage to fight at all.

The barrage of machine guns and submachine guns exceeded their imagination of war.

The manor seemed like a huge meat grinder, and they were the animals to be slaughtered.

……

At the same time, a banquet was being held in a hotel in Camaguey, a large city in the east-central part of Cuba.

A group of Chinese people in hunting suits rushed directly into the hotel.

"You..." Several bodyguards who were waiting for the boss were about to stop them, but the two Chinese in front raised their submachine guns and fired at them.

However, in the hotel's banquet hall, the sound of music and laughter completely masked the sound of the gunfire, leaving the people inside unaware.

The joy in the banquet hall came to an abrupt end only when the thick wooden door of the banquet hall was pushed open and a group of Chinese people in hunting suits and holding guns rushed in.

"I'm sorry to bother you all!" A mixed-blood man sent by Juan to lead the way walked in front of the crowd and shouted.

His expression was somewhat nervous.

These Chinese are crazy.

He thought it would be an assassination... However, because many people at the banquet were targets for tonight, the commander of this team directly changed his approach.

Choose to rush in when the party is at its climax.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The host of the banquet, a member of the Almeida family, a well-dressed wealthy man stepped forward and asked.

He could see the half-blood was nervous.

Since the other party is nervous, it means that he is not very courageous, so your noble status can come in handy.

So he is very confident.

"After seeing us, you still don't know who we are?" A Chinese man in hunting clothes sneered and fired a burst of bullets from the submachine gun in his hand at the ceiling.

The smashed sculptures and chandeliers caused screams from the crowd.

"Now, whoever called out your name, stand to my left!"

"Mr. Jose Almeida and his family..."

"Mr. Ricardo Almeida and his family..."

"Mr. Miguel Lopez and his family..."

"Mr. Emilio Lopez and his family..."

"Mr. Victor Mourinho..."

Soon, the people whose names were called and their families stood aside in fear under the gaze of everyone.

"What exactly are you going to do? Chinese? Are you the American's men? Where is he? I want to talk to him!" The host of the banquet, Jose Almeida, kept asking questions, sweat dripping from his forehead.

(End of this chapter)