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

Inside the empty, abandoned warehouse.

The heavy iron gate was slammed shut.

Then, with a piercing "click" of metal locking the door, everyone's escape route was completely blocked.

As the doors closed, the already limited light sources from outside were instantly cut off, and the entire warehouse became dimly lit.

Just like the heavy and suffocating shadow that had been cast over Will Cross's heart at that moment.

At this moment, how could he not understand?

I've completely fallen into their trap!

This whole thing was a carefully orchestrated scheme by someone else from beginning to end.

The purpose was to lure the core members of the Blood Wolf Gang, like dead dogs, into this trap!

"Boss! What happened? Why did the door suddenly close? Was it the wind?"

Vance, the thug, was always a bit dim-witted and didn't realize anything was wrong. He even touched his bald head and asked a question with a strange look on his face.

The expressions of Lenny, Silas, and One-Eyed Dexter, who were standing nearby, changed drastically the moment the lock was put on.

Even if their reaction was slow, their instincts, honed from years of living on the edge, made them realize this.

This is a huge problem!

Lenny's right eyelid twitched wildly as his gaze, aided by the dim light, fell once again on the pile of enhancement agents stacked high in the center of the arena.

I felt my heart suddenly clench, and an indescribable sense of horror surged through my body like an electric current.

Goosebumps spread from my neck all the way down my arms, and a chilling coldness shot straight to the top of my head!

As the saying goes, "love what you do," and as the gang leader responsible for selling enhancement products, he knew better than anyone the strict laws in the United States in this regard.

Simply put, whether it's Seattle, Los Angeles, or New York and Chicago.

This mountain of enhancement agent is a dead end if the cops catch and convict them!

Although Washington state abolished the death penalty long ago, the maximum sentence is still life imprisonment without parole.

Being in a federal prison for serious offenders with terrible conditions is a million times worse than being shot!

"Gulp!"

Lenny swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency and panic: "Boss...we've fallen for their trap!"

"Nonsense! Do I look like an idiot to you?!"

Will Cross turned his head, glaring at Lennie like a predatory beast, and began to hurl insults:

"This is what you call reliable information! This is what you guaranteed was absolutely no problem?! We've been set up and slaughtered, and you're only finding out now?!"

"What?"

Only then did Vance's sluggish brain finally react, and his expression suddenly changed.

He whirled around and yelled at Lenny, "FUCK! Didn't you say the information was accurate and completely reliable?!"

As he roared, Vance's large, fan-like hand suddenly shot out and precisely grabbed the collar of the redneck henchman behind Lennie.

With his other hand, he pressed the silenced AR-15 barrel firmly against the man's chin, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

"Tell me! Who ordered you to do this! Who the hell are you on?"

"No...no one told me to...I don't know, I really don't know why this happened! I swear, I really saw those homeless people enter this warehouse with my own eyes..."

With a gun pointed at his chin, the redneck henchman's legs trembled violently.

A foul-smelling yellow liquid flowed down his trouser leg, and his voice was filled with extreme terror and despair.

Only at this moment did the underlings responsible for guarding the area belatedly realize the danger of their situation.

They stared at each other, their eyes wide with tension and unease.

The hand gripping the gun handle tightened involuntarily.

"Bullshit! I'll chop you up right now, you traitor!"

Vance's face contorted in a grimace as he yanked his finger on the trigger, poised to fire.

"etc!"

At the critical moment, Lenny let out a hysterical roar with a dark expression.

He turned urgently to look at Will Cross, his trembling finger pointing to the mountain of enhancement agents behind him, his voice shaking violently:

"Boss! Now is not the time to assign blame! If the police find this batch of enhancement agents, we'll all be sitting in jail for life!"

"We absolutely cannot keep this shipment! We have to break down the door and escape as fast as we can!"

Lennie's hoarse, raspy roar echoed through the empty, abandoned factory.

These two short sentences were like a poisoned sword, piercing the hearts of everyone present!

In an instant, everyone's breathing became rapid.

For these gang leaders who were used to partying every night, this was a different story.

Picking up soap in a dark and dreary prison is a form of torture worse than death.

Will Cross's facial expressions changed rapidly.

His already gloomy complexion had now turned from black to blue!

He was scared out of his wits!

If it weren't for the many underlings watching and the need to maintain his boss's dignity, he would have already lost his temper and shouted.

He's a man determined to dominate Seattle's underworld and become its godfather.

Our grand ambitions have only just begun; how can we let them falter so pathetically in an abandoned warehouse?

"call--"

Will Cross felt a short spasm in his chest, and he took a deep breath of dusty air to forcefully suppress the trembling in his heart.

Try to keep your expression calm and in control.

After calming down slightly, his mind raced as he quickly issued commands.

"Silas, Vance, Dexter! You three, get your men ready and smash this damn door to pieces! We can't stay in this hellhole for another second!"

"Lenny, call Mark right now and tell him to bring reinforcements! Hurry! Get moving!"

"clear!"

Lennie and the others responded with a loud shout in unison.

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, they dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately took action at the fastest speed they had ever been.

As Lenny frantically pulled out his phone and dialed a number, he jumped up and down, yelling for help.

Silas, Vance, and Dexter had already led their men, assault rifles in hand, charging menacingly toward the tightly closed door.

With their exclusively semi-automatic firepower, it would be a piece of cake for them to riddle this old iron gate with holes in a short time.

However, just as the men leveled their guns and put their fingers on the triggers, ready to shoot through the gate...

"Waaaaah!!"

Outside the door, a sudden, extremely sharp, dense, and unusually rapid siren blared without warning.

Followed by.

"Squeak—creak—!"

A series of extremely loud and continuous screeching brakes came simultaneously from all directions of the warehouse.

Clearly, the police had completely surrounded the area.

At the same time.

A classic American police intro, amplified by a high-powered loudspeaker and extremely penetrating, boomed out like thunder outside the door:

"Listen up, you people inside! This is the Seattle Police Department (SPD)! You are completely surrounded! Drop your weapons immediately, put your hands behind your heads, and come out! I repeat! Drop your weapons immediately! You have nowhere to escape!"

……

"Boss! It's bad! It's the cops! It's the cops! The cops are here!"

One-Eyed Dex's remaining eye widened instantly, and he was the first to scream in terror.

"What do we do, boss?! All our goods are here, and we're carrying so many automatic rifles, there's no way we can explain this!"

Silas was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his palms sweating profusely as he gripped the gun.

"Fuck! Boss, there's no turning back. If things get really bad, we'll just have to fight these cops! Killing one is enough, killing two is a huge bonus! We might as well die together!"

Vance's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his face revealed an extremely fierce and malevolent aura, like a wild beast driven into a corner.

Upon hearing this, Silas and Dexter both quietly moved two steps to the side.

They all deliberately kept their distance from Vance, this madman who could detonate a powder keg at any moment.

Will Cross's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He abruptly turned and roared at Vance, "Shut up! If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"

At this moment, he secretly wished he could skin Vance, that brainless idiot, alive.

But he had no time to pay attention to the other party's stupidity. He could only force himself to calm down and frantically think of ways to break the deadlock.

For a moment, the warehouse fell into an eerie silence.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The only sounds were the heavy, labored breathing of the extremely tense gang members.

The air was almost frozen, and as adrenaline surged, the temperature inside the warehouse seemed to rise considerably.

That suffocating sense of oppression almost crushed one's reason.

The suffocating atmosphere reached its peak with the second stern warning that rang out outside the warehouse!

"Listen up, you inside! This is the last warning! You are surrounded by the SPD! Give up futile resistance! One minute countdown. If you don't come out, we will take coercive measures!"

The sound from the loudspeaker was crystal clear, penetrating the iron gate and echoing throughout the warehouse.

This put every gang member on edge, on the verge of snapping.

"Got it!"

In this agonizing atmosphere, Will Cross seemed to suddenly have an idea and his eyes lit up.

He quickly turned and surveyed the upper part of the warehouse, his gaze locking onto several ventilation windows. He immediately gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and gave the order to everyone:

"Listen! Right now, immediately, throw all that damn booster out the window! If you can't throw it all, just douse yourself on the spot! Collapse! Destroy it!"

"In short, get rid of all this deadly cargo before the police break down the door! Understand?"

After he finished speaking, there was a deathly silence all around.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the mountain of goods.

So much stock, trying to sell it all on the spot? Isn't that ridiculous?

"Did you hear me! You bunch of damn idiots! If you don't want to end up in federal jail getting your ass ripped off, do as I say right now!"

Will Cross raised his voice as high as he could.

This time, everyone finally snapped out of their daze and nodded repeatedly, "Understood! Understood!"

"If you understand, then get to work!" Will Cross roared, his face ashen.

"Yes!" The crowd immediately scattered and rushed toward the goods.

"etc!"

Will Cross's heart pounded, and with extreme concern, he shouted another urgent warning:

"Everyone, remember this! Absolutely, absolutely do not fire! Right now, pull those damn safety catches! Turn them off! Understand?!"

"As long as no shots are fired, there's still room for maneuver; at most, we'll spend some money on lawyers! But if anyone dares to fire the first shot, we'll all die here today!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as Will Cross finished speaking...

Several extremely crisp gunshots, completely unsilenced, suddenly rang out inexplicably inside the warehouse.

Upon hearing the unexpected gunshot, Will Cross's expression froze instantly, and his pupils dilated in horror!

Police officers outside will absolutely not fire first unless they are attacked.

All of their guns were equipped with silencers.

So this unsilenced gunshot...

Someone was hiding in the shadows and firing shots!

In the blink of an eye, Will Cross instantly understood everything.

Cold sweat instantly covered my entire back, and my throat felt dry.

"Don't act rashly! This is a trap! Someone is setting us up—"

He immediately started yelling and frantically trying to stop him.

However, it was all too late.

Those sudden gunshots were the last straw that broke the camel's back, directly triggering Vance's already extremely tense nerves.

"Fuck you! Brothers! The cops are shooting, let's fight them!"

Vance roared, his eyes bloodshot, and raised his AR-15, unleashing a barrage of fire at the warehouse's iron gate.

"biu! biu! biu! biu!"

The silencer emitted a rapid, muffled thud, and more than a dozen glaring bullet holes appeared on the warehouse's flimsy door, sparks flying everywhere!

Looking at this irreversible scene before me.

Will Cross felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; his hands and feet were ice cold.

There is only one thought in my mind.

Finished!

Everything's fucking ruined!

……

At the same time. Outside the warehouse gate.

Under the illumination of the police car's headlights, several bullet holes that had been shot from the inside out could be clearly seen on the iron gate not far away.

Note the moment the bullet hole appeared; Annie slowly lowered the high-powered microphone in her hand.

A chillingly amused smile suddenly appeared on that stunningly beautiful, icy face.

She paused, then slightly turned her head, her icy blue eyes gazing intently at her fully armed partner beside her. Her tone carried a chilling calm:

"Lieutenant Martin, I have a question. According to the SPD's rules of engagement, what should we do if a suspect resists arrest and actively fires a weapon, posing a substantial threat to an officer's life?"

Martin stared at the bullet holes in the door, his eye twitching slightly, and swallowed hard. "I understand, boss."

The next second, Martin suddenly turned around and loudly issued tactical instructions to the squad behind him who were on high alert:

"Attention all personnel! The suspect has opened fire; the rules of engagement have changed to Weapons Free!"

"Team One, Team Two, immediately stack up!"

"Demolition team, prepare to breach the door! Don gas masks! Prepare to fire tear gas! Crossfire cover!"

"Sir's orders! Shoot any armed resistance without mercy! Cleared hot! Move out!"

……