I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 111 Outer Area

As for what that cult organization wants to get from him?

They want territory, they want people, they want to put down roots in Houston.

Even Poison Fang agreed.

Anyway, once he's used them up, he has plenty of ways to make them disappear.

He put down the remote control and suddenly remembered something.

The kid who followed the bread truck.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of Venom's mouth.

He deliberately had someone reveal the license plate, and he also deliberately had the child track him down the location of the factory.

He needs someone to come.

A massacre is needed to establish authority.

The more people who come, the more ruthlessly they kill, and the more afraid those who want to mess with the Fangtooth Gang will become.

Just then, the satellite phone next to me rang.

He answered the call.

"Boss," said the subordinate on the other end, who was in charge of monitoring Zion Cathedral, "there's some movement over there."

Venomous Fang narrowed his eyes: "Speak."

"The people from Zion Cathedral split into two groups. One group went to the city government, apparently to petition, while the other group—"

The subordinate paused for a moment: "They went to the Ronnie community, probably to find that Chinese man named Rosen."

The fangs' eyes narrowed even more.

Rosen.

That "Houston Hero" who's been making headlines lately?

Venomous Fang's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Did he agree to help?

"It's unclear at the moment; our people are still monitoring the situation."

Venomous Fang remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he said, "Keep an eye on it, and be prepared for both possibilities, whether he agrees or not."

"clear."

The phone hangs up.

Venom put down the satellite phone and leaned back in his worn-out chair.

Rosen.

He had heard of this person.

This guy has the Iron Claw Gang, full of capable and insane fighters, and he also has an ambiguous relationship with the city government.

so what?

This is the territory of the Fangs Gang.

Even if Rosen really came, his fangs were still on the remote control.

A slight smile curved at the corner of her lips.

come on.

No matter how many come, they all die.

It's perfect to use the hero's blood to send my elder brother off.

Five hundred meters east of the factory, beside a dried-up drainage ditch, Rosen squatted in the weeds, carefully observing with binoculars.

Behind him, Cade, Caesar, and Gabak, fully armed, waited quietly, while Wang Ling led a large force to guard outside.

"The drainage pipe on the east side leads directly into the factory." Rosen put down his binoculars and pointed to a concrete entrance half-hidden by weeds. "According to the map, that's an emergency drainage system built when the factory was constructed in the 1960s. It's long been abandoned. The pipe is about 80 centimeters in diameter; you can climb in."

Caesar peered into the dark hole, and the muscles on his face twitched.

"Eighty centimeters?" He looked down at his massive 2.2-meter frame, then at the opening. "Father, are you sure?"

Rosen glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Cade sneered, "What? Scared?"

"Afraid?" Caesar glared. "What am I afraid of? I'm afraid of getting stuck in the middle and blocking the way!"

Rosen ignored their bickering, checked the weapons, and then waved his hand: "Let's go."

The four quickly found the drain pipe inlet.

The entrance to the cave was covered by dense weeds, and it was pitch black inside. Rosen turned on the tactical flashlight on his helmet and was the first to crawl inside.

The inside of the pipe was covered with moss, wet and slippery, so he could only use his elbows and knees to move forward inch by inch.

Cade followed behind.

Then came Gabak.

Finally, there is Caesar.

"damn it----"

I had only climbed less than ten meters when Caesar's voice came from behind, muffled and filled with suppressed panting.

Rosen glanced back.

Caesar's entire body was stuck in the pipe, his shoulders pressed against the sides of the pipe, his face flushed red, and his elbows had no room to bend.

"I can't move anymore."

Gabak was in front of him, desperately reaching back to push him, but couldn't reach him.

Cade glanced back ahead and sneered, "I told you to lose weight, but you wouldn't listen. Now you know how powerful that is?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Caesar glared. "Give me a hand!"

Cade rolled his eyes, but still moved back a little and reached out to grab Caesar's wrist.

Gabak was also pushing hard from behind.

With one pulling and the other pushing, Caesar gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed, and he inch forward.

"Ugh—ah—fuck—"

His suppressed growls echoed through the pipes.

Gabak was trying to suppress his laughter, but his shoulders twitched as he pushed him, and he almost burst out laughing.

Rosen turned around and glared at him: "Shut up."

The three of them immediately restrained themselves.

Caesar finally squeezed through the narrowest part and lay panting heavily inside the pipe.

Twenty minutes later.

A faint light appeared ahead.

Rosen raised his hand, signaling to stop.

He slowly climbed to the exit and peered out.

This is a sewage treatment pond that has long since dried up. The bottom of the pond is piled with garbage. It is surrounded by high cement walls, and there is a broken iron gate at the exit, which is barely enough to squeeze through.

Rosen listened intently.

Faint voices could be heard outside.

He pulled back and gestured to the three people behind him: "There are people outside, get ready."

The four of them slipped silently through the iron fence and hid in the shadows at the edge of the sewage treatment pond.

Rosen poked half his head out and used binoculars to observe his surroundings.

"Two at three o'clock," he whispered, "smoking and chatting, about fifty meters away."

Caesar took the telescope and continued looking: "Eleven o'clock, one, urinating, sixty meters away."

He moved the camera, pointing to the roof of a factory building: "There's a sniper position on the roof directly in front of us, with a person lying prone, about 120 meters away."

Rosen nodded, took out a walkie-talkie from his waist, and pressed the call button: "Cade, the one on the roof is yours."

"receive."

Rosen put away the walkie-talkie and looked at Caesar and Gabak: "The two at three o'clock, one of you each, be quick and quiet."

The two nodded.

Rosen then looked at Cade: "After you snipe the one on the roof, if anyone spots you, snipe them too."

Cade grinned, took the modified sniper rifle from behind his back, and mounted it on the discarded equipment.

"start."

The voice just fell.

"puff."

A very faint thud came from a distance.

Through his binoculars, Rosen saw the sentry lying on the roof suddenly tilt his head to the side and slump down.

Cade has made his move.

Meanwhile, Caesar and Gabbak had already gotten behind the two smoking sentries.

The two fanged gang members were engrossed in their conversation and completely unaware that someone was approaching from behind.

Caesar stood behind one of them, his massive figure like a wall. He stretched out his hands, one hand covering his mouth and the other holding his chin.

"Click."

The man's neck was snapped, and his body slid down limply.

Gabak's side is more direct.

He strangled another man's neck with a wire from behind, his arm muscles tense. The man struggled desperately, kicking his feet wildly on the ground, but couldn't break free.

A few seconds later, the struggle stopped.

The two exchanged a glance and gently laid the body down in the weeds.

Rosen didn't look at them.

His gaze remained fixed on the sentry urinating at the eleven o'clock position.

The man had just finished shaking and was pulling up his pants.

Rosen silently crept up behind him.

The man seemed to realize something and was about to turn around when a large hand suddenly covered his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, sharp pain came from my neck.

The man's body convulsed violently twice; he tried to scream but couldn't, and tried to struggle but couldn't break free.

A few seconds later, he collapsed to the ground.

Rosen drew his dagger, wiped the blood off the other man's clothes, and sheathed it.

He stood up and looked around.

All three groups of sentries were wiped out.

The entire process takes no more than thirty seconds.

Caesar and Gabak had already crept back and were squatting behind him.

Cade put away his sniper rifle and crouched down to follow.

The four reunited and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the factory's middle section.

Fortunately, the factory is a relatively enclosed environment, and the outside sunlight cannot get in, otherwise, they would have had a hard time hiding there.

They walked through a passageway filled with waste and came to the back of an abandoned workshop.

Rosen glanced at the radar display. They were about 200 meters away from the core workshop where the target was located, and it was already 10 o'clock.

Rosen crouched behind a machine and raised his binoculars to observe.

Upon arriving at the core workshop, the security was noticeably tighter, with four armed guards standing at the entrance.

They were all dressed in elite gear, tactical vests, submachine guns, and wearing headsets; they were clearly not ordinary members of the Fangtooth gang.

There were also two sentries patrolling the roof.

The defenses were tight.

Just as Rosen was about to say something, he suddenly heard Cade's voice in his ear.

"Komori, something's wrong!"

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