American Scandal King

Chapter 93 Crush
The Dam Scrap Yard is an abandoned factory just outside of Los Angeles.

As a black gathering area, it is filled with hatred, blood, and gunfights, forming a sharp contrast between heaven and hell with the prosperity of Hollywood.

The next evening, the night fell and the moon was high in the sky.

Under the dim streetlights, a convoy of vehicles slowly drove into the scrap metal yard. There were twelve vehicles in total, with forty-eight people sitting in them.

When the convoy entered the scrap metal yard, two men in black got out of each car, holding guns in their hands and looking around vigilantly.

There are steel supports and gantry cranes everywhere, and some abandoned bulldozers and cranes are parked not far away.

A man in black looked around warily. He had a microphone in his ear and whispered a few words. Then he walked over to the second car and said to a burly white man in the car, "They haven't arrived yet. Our people have already taken control of every place."

The man in the car looked gloomy: "Have you checked inside?"

"I checked two hours ago. There's no bomb. People have been guarding it the whole time. I didn't see anyone coming outside. Kreps cleared the place out."

The man in the car took out his phone. "Krips, this is Kemble. I'm here... Wait? How long do you want me to wait? Do you really want to start a war with me?"

Rick Rips laughed on the phone: "The war has begun, man. I don't think there is anything for us to talk about. Just wait to die!"

Kemble suppressed his anger and slowly turned off his phone.

Even now he couldn't understand why Kreps did this.

Although gangs often fight each other, gangs in two different cities do not have much hatred towards each other and often help each other.

Killing Bates had always had a good relationship with the Crips, so Kreps' betrayal seemed unreasonable.

But what had happened had already happened, and Kemble had no choice.

If he didn't fight, the brothers would think he was afraid of Kreps!

At this moment he said, "Let the people outside continue to pay attention and see if anyone comes over."

The bodyguard beside him contacted the outsiders again and shook his head after a moment: "The nearest one is a block away, and there is no sign of gathering."

Kemble was completely furious: "What the hell is this bastard doing?"

At this moment, the gantry crane above their heads suddenly roared and moved towards their heads.

"Fuck!" Kemble's face changed drastically. "This is a trap! Get in the car and get out of here!"

Most people got into the cars, and only a few people holding submachine guns remained standing outside the cars, observing their surroundings vigilantly, but also using the cars as cover - all twelve of these cars were bulletproof.

Bang bang bang!

There was a massive explosion of light, and the ironworks was instantly plunged into darkness, with only the lights in the car still on.

Then there was another crisp sound.

This time there were gunshots. In the leading car, a man in black fell down with blood all over his face. Miraculously, the car window glass did not break at all.

This shot was fired from inside the car!
The gang members had no time to react at all. They instinctively pointed their guns around, and some who were too nervous even fired randomly outside.

Gunshots rang out, and blood splattered inside the car as one gangster after another was shot in the head.

At the same time, a shrill cry came from Kemble's earphone:

"I can't see the enemy!"

"Damn, where are they?"

"No, the car was not attacked. The gunfire came from the inside."

"This is betrayal, someone betrayed us!"

Finally someone discovered something was wrong, but mistakenly thought it was an internal betrayal.

The next moment, blood was seen spurting out of the car. One gangster after another had their heads blown apart. Blood and brain matter covered the car windows from the inside, presenting a horrible, bloody red.

"Get out of the car!" The bodyguard reacted in time and pulled the car door to pull Kemble out. Bang!
The bodyguard was shot in the eyebrow and fell down.

The scene was in complete chaos at this moment. Those who stayed inside, those who were ambushed in the middle circle, and those who were monitoring outside were all in chaos.

With unclear vision, they couldn't see the enemy and could only shoot randomly.

Several gangsters were firing everywhere with submachine guns, and some even started fighting with their own people.

"Get out of here!" Kemble shouted.

Those who were still alive rushed out of the factory, only to see a crane suddenly move.

The huge crane arm came down towards them, and the strange thing was that there was no one driving the car at all.

"Oh no, my God!" one gangster shouted.

The crane boom smashed him into a meat patty, and then with a sweep, several more gangsters were swept out.

Kenbul was so frightened that he rolled and crawled into the corner.

As a gang boss, he had experienced bullets and blood, and had been through life and death. He once thought he was very strong and never afraid of death.

But today, he was finally scared.

It is not just the fear of death, but also the fear of mysterious phenomena.

The gunner inside the ironworks felt like he was fighting a ghost.

An evil, powerful, terrifying ghost.

"Fire! Fire!" Kemble fired wildly at the submachine gun, hoping that it was an invisible man who was just invisible.

However, the bullet passed through the air below the submachine gun and roared unhindered on the opposite wall.

At the same time, a bulldozer roared past, crashing through all the vehicles and people along the way, like a heavy tank, crushing everything in its way.

"No! Are we fighting ghosts?" The gunmen were all terrified.

They had lost all morale.

"Come out! Get out here!" Kemble waved his gun and shot into the air.

boom!
Gunshot!

Kemble's head trembled, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell down powerlessly.

Kemble's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the remaining bandits in the ironworks were quickly wiped out.

In a small building not far away.

Ian was wearing a luxurious suit, smoking a cigar, with a camera next to him and a bunch of monitors in front of him.

Through monitors, perspectives and silk threads, he controlled everything, just like a massacre of ghosts - with a few more silk threads, he could control the guns to fly up and attack, just like telekinesis.

Or maybe it was the opera performance of Riaka Whistle Arrow in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2...

The only bad thing is that my right eye is hurting again.

All existence was dead. He picked up his phone, put on a voice changer and said, "Everyone inside has been dealt with, but there are still some outside. They ran east, eleven in total. You lead your men to chase them and kill them all. Remember, I said kill, not question or interrogate. If you or your people dare to exchange a single word with them, I will chop off one of your fingers."

After ending the call, he called Leso again: "Phili...you can come over now."

Putting away the phone, he looked at the monitors and sighed regretfully: "What a shame that so many wonderful scenes were lost."

I am obviously a reporter, but now I am more like a director.

(End of this chapter)