An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

The second floor of the Rusty Anchor Bar.

General Manager's Office.

The once luxurious office now looks like a disaster scene that has just been ransacked.

The heavy solid wood door had a large hole in the center, and the edges were full of rough wooden splinters, as if it had been smashed open by some heavy object.

The glass of the custom-made wine cabinet against the wall was shattered, and the treasured wines and high-end cigars inside were all taken away.

Even the pure gold lucky cat that served as a decoration on the boss's desk was stolen by some homeless person.

At this moment, the dilapidated office is filled with smoke.

The intense secondhand smoke almost solidified, resembling a smoky, chaotic battlefield.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Inside the room were everyone: the gang leader Will Cross, as well as Mark, Lenny, Silas, Vance, One-Eyed Dex, and other high-ranking gang members.

They all had heavy dark circles under their eyes, and their eyes were filled with alarming bloodshot veins.

As of now, this group of people has not slept for more than 48 hours.

It's not just because of yesterday's utterly absurd homeless people's zero-dollar purchase.

Furthermore, as of last night, all of the gang's core businesses were still blocked by zombie-like homeless people, making it impossible for them to operate normally!

"Tell me the situation."

Will Cross expressionlessly crushed the cigar in his hand onto the expensive solid wood table.

The voice sounded surprisingly calm, but the deep-seated anger made every word seem to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Clearly, he was trying his best to suppress his impending outburst of anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone lowered their heads in unison.

No one dared to offend the boss at this moment, and a suffocating silence instantly filled the air.

"What? Do I have to call everyone out one by one?!"

Will Cross's voice suddenly rose, his sharp gaze piercing like a knife as he first targeted the one-eyed Dexter in the corner: "You go first!"

One-Eyed Dexter shuddered, but didn't look up, only responding in a muffled voice:

"Yes, we've suspended business for the past two days since our men were followed by those lunatics the day before yesterday. No one went out last night, so there were no new losses."

"We are too!" Mark quickly chimed in.

"I've also stopped collecting sanitation fees from the neighborhood. Everyone has come back, so there haven't been any further losses for now."

"Our bulk cargo routes have also been suspended, and we haven't shipped any reinforcing agents recently, so we haven't suffered any losses."

Lenny swallowed hard and answered cautiously.

Seeing that the others had all used "there were losses" as an excuse, Silas, who was in charge of the casino, had a rapidly changing expression.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly straightened his back and reported to his supervisor:

"The gambling den had to close down last night, boss. Although we lost a night's revenue, we successfully prevented the massive damage caused by the homeless storming the place. From a broader perspective, this was a timely way to minimize losses..."

Upon hearing this remarkably insightful statement, Vance's eyes widened in astonishment.

He stared at Silas for a moment, thinking to himself that he was an expert.

It seems they never imagined that flowers could be so round!

So Vance quickly licked his dry lips and echoed in the same manner:

"Yes, yes, yes! The strip clubs haven't been open for the past two days either. The girls are all on holiday. Although we haven't made any money, at least the venues are safe for now."

"Once the heat dies down, we can reopen anytime, so we...we won't suffer any losses!"

After listening to the reports from these capable subordinates, Will Cross remained silent.

A moment later, he suddenly chuckled nervously in a low voice: "Heh... good, good, good, no one was lost. You guys are truly the pillars of the gang, you've all worked hard..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, and he slammed his hand heavily on the table with a loud "bang".

"FUCK! So now I have to hand out medals and praise you all, huh?!"

Will Cross pointed at everyone and started swearing:

"None of you suffered any losses? So only the Rusty Anchor Bar, which I personally oversaw, suffered losses, huh?!"

"Two days! Two days in a row! Not only did the gang get nothing, but those beggars even stole my underwear!"

"I have to spend a fortune to bail out those idiots who got arrested! Is this what you call no loss?"

"I really want to pull out my gun and blow your heads off right now!"

"Do you even know that our Blood Wolf Gang is now famous! Famous to the core!"

"We're the first gang in all of Seattle to be completely subdued by a group of homeless people!"

"If I were you, I'd smash my head against that drafty wall right now!"

Will Cross was spitting as he spoke, his chest heaving violently, clearly extremely angry.

Faced with their enraged boss, Mark and the others tacitly shrank back, none of them daring to utter a word of rebuttal.

But they also felt very aggrieved.

If it were a real fight with another gang, even if I lost, I would accept the defeat wholeheartedly.

But right now, they're facing a group of shameless homeless people who seem to have an invincible buff.

They were truly at their wits' end!

Especially now, these homeless people have even evolved, each of them wearing civilian law enforcement recorders around their necks, which they've somehow acquired, and they frequently upload videos to TikTok!

That's TikTok, which even President Dong and Wang couldn't suppress no matter how hard they tried.

Once a media storm is triggered, SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics Team) can wipe out the Blood Wolves gang the very next day.

If it were just one or two, or even a dozen or twenty homeless people, that would be fine.

They were confident they could sink the other party into Puget Sound that very night to feed the fish.

But there were just too many homeless people; they were like locusts, and there was no way to deal with them!

"Useless! A whole bunch of fucking useless trash!"

Seemingly exhausted from cursing, Will Cross gritted his teeth and cursed a couple more times before slumping back into his boss's chair and falling silent.

For a moment, no one in the room made a sound.

In this somber atmosphere.

"Ring ring—"

The cell phone in Lenny's pocket suddenly rang, startling everyone.

In this situation, Lenny didn't care about anything else and immediately took out his phone to answer the call.

After hearing just two sentences, Lenny's already haggard face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock, "What did you say?! Our goods in the West End were stolen?! Who did it?!"

Swish swish!

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the room were focused on Lennie.

The invisible, terrifying pressure caused cold sweat to instantly break out on Lenny's forehead.

Only after hearing the detailed reply from the other end of the phone did Lenny's tense body finally relax.

At the same time, his eyes flashed with wild joy: "You mean... it was those homeless people who did it? And you're secretly following them right now!"

"Great! Well done!"

Lenny's voice trembled with excitement:

"Absolutely do not reveal yourselves! Stay close to them! Send me the coordinates immediately after confirming their final location, and I'll take my men and skin them alive! Yes! Remember, absolutely do not be discovered!"

As soon as he hung up the phone, Lenny turned to Will Cross with a gleam in his eyes, eager to show his appreciation.

"Boss! The mastermind behind those homeless people has finally shown up! They just stole a shipment of our goods, and I've had my trusted men keep a close eye on them! I'm taking men to arrest them right now. Wait for my good news!"

After saying that, he turned around aggressively and strode out.

"etc!"

Will Cross slowly relit a cigar, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

His voice was calm and measured, clearly showing he had regained the composure expected of a leader: "Is the information reliable?"

Lennie patted his chest and answered confidently, "Absolutely reliable! He's my trusted confidant, he wouldn't be wrong!"

"very good."

Will Cross sneered and pulled open the drawer next to him.

He casually pulled out a solid gold Desert Eagle with an exaggerated design and intricate carvings, slammed it on the table, and said coldly, "I'll go with you."

He'd been holding in a grudge for the past two days, and he felt like he was about to explode.

Right now, what's needed is a cathartic and exhilarating outburst of violence!

"Boss, I'm going too!"

"I'm going too! I'll fucking kill these bastards!"

Seeing this, Mark, Silas, Vance, and others gritted their teeth and volunteered.

Not only Will Cross, but they were also filled with pent-up frustration these past two days and desperately needed to see some blood to vent their anger.

Will Cross glanced around at everyone, not responding immediately, but instead turning to look at Mark:

"Mark, you take a few elite men and stay at the bar to guard it in case anything unexpected happens at headquarters. The rest of you, immediately gather all the able-bodied brothers, grab your weapons and come with me!"

"Boss!" Mark exclaimed urgently, "I'm feeling really stifled in here too, let me..."

However, Will Cross clearly didn't give him a chance to bargain, coldly interrupting him: "What? Are you going to disobey my orders?"

"Yes... I understand, boss." Mark gritted his teeth.

Although unwilling, he could only nod and admit defeat in the end.

"Um."

Will Cross nodded slightly, tucked the heavy golden Desert Eagle into his waistband, and then a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes:

"Tell the brothers to remember to leave me a survivor. That bastard who dares to plot against me behind my back, I'll personally skin him alive and burn him to a crisp!"

In the next ten minutes.

Blood Wolf Gang thugs, having received orders, rushed to the Rust Anchor Bar.

Half an hour later, a core group led by Will Cross began to take action.

The gang members discreetly made their way into several inconspicuous SUVs and sedans through a dark alley behind the bar, and quickly drove into the night.

At that moment, the bloodthirsty Blood Wolf Gang thugs were oblivious to what was happening.

Beside a trash can on a dark alley corner, a homeless man, reeking of foul odor, appeared to be dead drunk.

He was just slightly opening his eyes when he saw everything clearly.

……

Another half hour passed.

Seattle Port, Container Transfer Area at Pier 18.

As one of the most important maritime hubs in the United States, it covers an astonishingly large area and handles astronomical daily throughput.

Countless huge containers are stacked here like a steel jungle, and large gantry cranes look like steel behemoths in the night.

Will Cross's few black cars, which quietly drove in, were completely inconspicuous in this vast industrial park.

In front of abandoned warehouse No. 73.

A black Cadillac Escalade, the same model worn by the president, sat quietly in the shadows.

Will Cross sat in the passenger seat with a cold expression.

Lenny was driving, while Silas, Vance, and One-Eyed Dexter were crammed into the back seat.

Between the three people in the back seat was a rough-looking redneck wearing a baseball cap.

This redneck was the so-called "heart" who informed Lenny.

"Is this the warehouse? Are you sure you can see it clearly?"

Will Cross turned his head, his sharp eyes fixed on the redneck underling.

"Absolutely! Certainly, boss!"

The redneck thug patted his chest, his voice resolute: "I saw them carrying the goods inside with my own eyes! The leader was a black guy over two meters tall! As strong as an ox!"

"very good."

Upon hearing this accurate answer, Will Cross narrowed his eyes slightly, and a murderous intent began to spread throughout the carriage.

"Quickly finish this! Don't make too much noise, brothers, move out!"

After he finished speaking, a crisp metallic clang rang out.

Will Cross skillfully pulled the safety latch on the Golden Desert Eagle, then screwed on a black muffler and got out of the car.

"Splash..."

Lennie, Silas, Vance, One-Eyed Dexter, and others followed suit and got out of the car.

They were all carrying the same AR-15 assault rifles, modified from the black market and equipped with tactical suppressors.

Soon, a dozen or so skilled gang members quickly dispersed.

They formed a simple tactical formation and used the containers as cover to quickly encircle Warehouse 73.

Will Cross, the leader, has apparently slowed down his pace.

It stayed safely at the back of the group, responsible for holding the line.

A few minutes later, the group had silently surrounded the warehouse entrance.

In front of the gate.

Lenny, who was at the forefront, pressed himself against the wall and glanced back at Will Cross in the distance.

Will Cross, with a cold expression, pointed two fingers forward and gave the order to attack.

Lenny and the others instantly understood!

Without the slightest hesitation, the two gang members immediately raised their AR-15s equipped with silencers and opened fire on the inside of the warehouse through the gap in the iron door!

The muffled gunshot rang out, but it didn't attract much attention due to the suppression of the silencer.

"Brothers, follow me!"

Lenny kicked the iron door hard, smashing the unlocked warehouse door open with a loud crash.

"GO! GO! GO!"

A group of gang members stormed into the warehouse, their dark gun barrels instantly locking onto every corner of the warehouse.

Until everyone had completely poured in and it was confirmed that no fighting had broken out inside immediately.

Will Cross, who was standing outside, then slowly walked into the warehouse with his gun in both hands.

My gaze swept over it.

The interior space of this abandoned warehouse is actually not very large.

In just a short while, a dozen henchmen carrying automatic rifles had completely taken control of the entire area.

But at this moment, Will Cross's brow furrowed into a knot.

Because in this empty warehouse, there wasn't even a ghost in sight!

Only in the very center of the vast venue were boxes piled up like a small mountain, covered with black waterproof tarpaulins.

Lenny strode forward, ripped open the tarpaulin, inspected it from all sides, then turned and excitedly shouted:

"Boss! It's our goods! It's all the enhancement agents we stole. I did a quick check, and not a single box is missing!"

Upon hearing this, Will Cross showed no sign of joy.

On the contrary, his unease was growing wildly.

Not right.

Something just feels off!

Things are progressing far too smoothly.

Most importantly, what about those homeless people who stole the goods?

Where is that two-meter-tall black guy who was leading the charge? Why haven't we even seen a shadow of the enemy?

This is clearly not normal.

"This is a classic trap!"

The thought flashed through Will Cross's mind, and a chill ran down his spine: "Retreat! Retreat immediately..."

However, it was all too late.

Before he could finish speaking...

A crisp yet dull metallic "click" was heard.

The heavy iron warehouse door that they had just kicked open.

It was slammed shut from the outside by a strange force without anyone touching it.

At the same time, there was the sound of heavy locks clicking shut!

……