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Chapter 105 Gunfight (3.4K views, please vote with monthly tickets and recommendations)

When Larry saw Mr. K take out his pistol, his head went blank.

Mr. K's previously lazy expression vanished, and his eyes suddenly widened, radiating a cold light in the slightly dim hospital corridor.

Larry was probably still trying to recall what had just happened, but his right hand had already instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out the Colt M1889 revolver.

Mr. K glanced at Larry, seemingly a little surprised that he could also pull out a pistol; but only for a moment. Mr. K bent his knees, quickly moved to the door, held the gun in one hand, and pushed the door hard with the other.

The door was locked from the inside!
It's impossible to move it.

Larry's heart was pounding in his chest, but he quickly pointed to the end of the corridor and whispered, "There's another door there!"

Mr. K understood and immediately tiptoed quickly toward another door in the distance from the large ward.

Larry nervously swallowed, glancing left and right. A few nurses were chatting at the far end of the hospital. There were very few people in the corridor, and no one was coming this way.

Mr. K walked to the far end of the ward, held a gun in one hand, glanced inside, his pupils suddenly widened, and he shouted, "Hey!"

Immediately, Mr. K extended his arm, and the pistol fired with a "bang!"
Larry's eyes narrowed, knowing that Mr. K must have seen something urgent, and he quickly spoke up to attract the other's attention.

The loud roar of the pistol echoed through the hospital corridors.

The gunshot brought a brief silence to the entire hospital. The nurses at the end of the corridor were startled by the sudden gunshot and instinctively looked in their direction.

Larry quickly crouched down and leaned tightly against the wall.

Just then, a commotion erupted in the ward, along with the sharp clanging of metal. Logan then screamed, "Help!!"

Several other seriously ill patients in the ward also let out terrifying screams to varying degrees.

Larry, crouching by the front door, had no idea what was happening inside. He saw Mr. K in the distance raise his pistol again, squinting as he aimed, before firing a second shot with a "bang"...

At this moment, the people in the hospital realized that it was a shooting. Soon, screams and chaotic footsteps filled the air, and several nurses who had been chatting just moments before screamed and rushed out of the hospital building.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. K fired two more shots, "bang, bang."

A commotion erupted in the ward as heavy footsteps pounded towards the front door.

Larry's heart tightened, and he gripped his pistol tightly. He then heard the sound of a lock being opened at the door, and the tall figure dressed as an intern doctor suddenly flung open the door and rushed out.

Larry was already half-crouching, and the corridor was relatively dark. The tall figure glanced to the right and saw that Mr. K hadn't caught up yet, so he quickly took long strides and ran out.

The moment the man rushed out the door, Larry saw that he was holding a blackened axe in his right hand.

Larry didn't have time to think; he stretched out his right foot and blocked the man's path.

The tall figure had no idea that someone was lying in ambush ahead. He was tripped by Larry's leg and fell heavily to the floor with a "thud." The axe in his hand flew out and collided back and forth in the long corridor, making a series of clanging sounds.

"Don't move! Or I'll shoot!!"

Larry roared, extending his revolver and pointing it directly at the tall man who had fallen to the ground.

The man didn't even look back, nor did he believe that the person behind him also had a gun. He struggled to get up...

"boom!!"

Larry fired a warning shot into the gap in the hallway floor.

The tall figure lying on the ground immediately froze, stretching out his hands and shouting, "Don't shoot!!"

At this moment, Mr. K had already walked up a few steps with his gun in hand. He pointed the gun at the man on the ground with both hands and warned him sternly, "Let me see your hands, or I'll blow your head off!"

"Yes, yes... don't shoot!" Following Mr. K's instructions, the man removed his hands from his body and buried his head deep in the floor.

Mr. K carefully walked up, first stepping on the man's shoes until they fell off, then kicking them away from a distance.

Then he reached into his lower abdomen with one hand, pulled his belt open twice, and pulled it out from his waist.

“That way he can’t run away!” Mr. K glanced at Larry and explained.

"How is Logan?" Larry asked hurriedly.

"He should be fine... Was there blood on the axe just now?" Mr. K's eyes never left the person on the ground.

Larry recalled for a moment and said definitively, "No blood!"

Mr. K nodded and whispered, "Go back and check on things. I'll take care of things here!"

Larry nodded, slowly backed to the door, and peered inside. He saw that the patients who had just been sleeping in bed were now carefully lying on the floor beneath the bed.

"Logan, how are you? Are you hurt?" Larry asked loudly.

"I...I'm fine!" Logan's voice came from the ward.

Larry frowned, looking at the tall figure beneath him, and asked Mr. K, "What's going on?"

“I noticed something was off about him when I passed by him just now!” Mr. K frowned, then waved his hand at Larry, indicating that this was not the place to talk.

At the far end of the hospital, security guards were already peering over, trying to see what was happening in the ward.

"Call the police!!" Larry yelled at them.
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Fifteen minutes later, the police arrived, handcuffed the tall man who had attempted to assassinate Logan, and threw him into a police wagon.

Larry and Mr. K also had their handguns confiscated and were ordered to stay in their hospital rooms and not leave. Logan was terrified and turned pale, only slowly calming down when he saw the police.

Larry had just calmed down. He glanced at Logan and sighed, "Damn it, I'm sure of it now. These guys aren't here because you won money from them at the betting shop. They're here for you."

Mr. K looked relaxed, lit a cigar, took a light puff, and with that nonchalant smile on his face, said casually,
"Still don't you understand? This is a gang fight, and the one who started it is definitely not Logan, it's his father!"

Logan's face turned serious, but he said nothing more.

Larry frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Logan opened his mouth as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he sighed and said nothing more.

All three were silent.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway, and soon after, a red-haired man with a hooked nose and wearing a uniform appeared at the ward door.

He frowned and spotted Logan at first glance, then strode in.

"Are you alright, Logan?" the hook-nosed, red-haired man asked.

Logan shook his head, pointing to the dent on his pillow where he had been slashed so hard, and said with lingering fear, "...Just now, if Uncle De Niro hadn't reminded me, that man would have killed me..."

The man with the hooked nose turned to look at Mr. K and asked in an unfriendly tone, "Old K, what are you doing here?"

Mr. K took a nonchalant drag on his cigarette and replied, "If it weren't for me, your son would be dead!"

The man with the hooked nose didn't answer, but turned to look at Larry, his sharp eyes seeming to see right through him.

"and who are you?"

Larry looked at him calmly. "I'm Logan's friend. Mr. K and I came to see Logan today. When we were about to leave after our visit, we found the guy dressed as an intern acting suspiciously, so we turned back and happened to save Logan's life."

The man with the hooked nose was silent for a moment, then refocused his gaze on Logan and gave a brief order, "You can't stay here anymore. Come back to the police station with me."

Logan stood up tremblingly and asked his father, "Then... what about my friends?"

“Let’s go back to the police station first! We need to give a statement. This matter will definitely alarm the prosecutor. We’ll talk about it when he arrives,” the hook-nosed man replied.

“Wait!” Mr. K took the cigar in his hand, raised his chin and gestured to Larry, “He’s just a kid, and this has nothing to do with him. I’ll go back to the police station with you and let him go home.”

The man with the hooked nose frowned, looking at his son, Logan, who nodded in agreement. Then he turned to Larry and said...

"Then you should go back first. This person isn't after you, but after Logan. Don't be afraid. If anything seems amiss, report it to the police as soon as possible."

Larry stood up and said to the hook-nosed man, "Sir, please protect Logan."

The man with the hooked nose nodded almost imperceptibly and said coldly, "Hurry up and leave. Remember not to let the reporters take pictures of your face!"

Larry looked at Mr. K, who took off his cigar, smiled at him, and said, "Boss, could you please come to my house tonight and tell my wife not to worry, I'll be home tomorrow or the day after."

After saying that, Mr. K gave Larry an address and asked him to go there that night to let him know he was safe.

Larry nodded heavily, glanced at Logan and his father, then turned and walked out of the ward.

There were three policemen guarding the door of the ward. When Larry walked up to him, they immediately made way for him.

Larry walked out of the hospital through the back door, feeling deeply uneasy. He had only come to see Logan, but unexpectedly gotten caught up in a gang feud...

Larry thought to himself, "I don't want to get involved in this karma!"

It was already dark when I left the hospital.

Larry felt a surge of frustration. He subconsciously touched his empty holster and, recalling the harrowing few minutes that had just passed, his mood worsened.

Larry flagged down a horse-drawn carriage on the street, got in, and instructed the driver to take him to the apartment building that Mr. K had mentioned.

A dozen minutes later, the carriage arrived.

Larry slapped down two dollars and walked to the front door of the apartment building. Just as he was about to knock on the door, a horse-drawn carriage rushed up and stopped in front of the apartment building.

The carriage door opened, and out stepped Mr. K!

Larry couldn't believe his eyes. When he came out just now, wasn't Mr. K supposed to be left at the police station?
How come he came back so soon after I arrived?

Mr. K, with a beaming smile, took a few steps closer to Larry, his face still sticky with amusement, and whispered to Larry,
"Boss, another cigar, please! I just stumbled upon some amazing news that will make us all a fortune!"

"What news?" Larry had an idea. He took out the remaining two cigars from the mahogany cigar box and gave one to each of them.

Mr. K took the cigar, squinted, and whispered in Larry's ear.

"...Do you know why Logan was assassinated? It was to make an example of him. Their target was a big shot in Boston."

...It's about tariffs! The old money and the new elite in Boston are locked in a fierce power struggle, which has even escalated to the point of resorting to assassins, and Logan's father is just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire;
I just heard a big shot say that Congress will revoke the tariff exemption for the sugar industry, and sugar prices are bound to skyrocket!

Upon hearing this, Larry's eyes instantly hardened, and his mind felt as if countless thunderbolts were continuously bombarding him...

Countless pieces of related information were bombarding Larry's mind:
"Sugar prices?! The American Sugar Corporation?! And Hafmeyer, the chairman of the sugar company?!"

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