American Gossip King

Chapter 93 Crushing

Dam Scrap Metal Plant is an abandoned factory located in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

As a predominantly Black neighborhood, it is filled with vendettas, bloodshed, and gunfights, forming a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of Hollywood—a world of hell and heaven.

The following night, as darkness fell and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

Under the dim streetlights, a convoy slowly drove into the scrap yard. There were twelve vehicles in total, carrying forty-eight people.

As the convoy entered the scrap yard, two men dressed in black got out of each vehicle, holding guns and warily looking around.

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

A man in black glanced around warily, a microphone still in his ear. He whispered a few words before approaching the second car and saying to a burly white man inside, "They haven't arrived yet. Our men have already secured the area."

The man in the car, his face grim, asked, "Have you checked inside?"

"We checked two hours ago, there were no bombs, and people have been guarding the place the whole time. We haven't seen anyone come in from outside. Kreps cleared the area out."

The man in the car took out his phone: "Kreps, this is Kemble, I've arrived... Wait? How long do you want me to wait? Are you that eager to start a war with me?"

Rick Reps laughed over the phone, "The war has begun, man. I don't think we have anything to talk about. You're all just waiting to die!"

Kembur suppressed his anger and slowly turned off his phone.

Even now, he still can't understand why Kreps did that.

Although gangs often fight each other, gangs from two different cities don't have much animosity and often help each other.

Killing Bates and the Cripples' Gang had always been on good terms, so Kreps' betrayal seemed completely unreasonable.

However, what's done is done, and Kembur has no choice.

If he doesn't fight, his brothers will think he's afraid of Kreps!

At that moment, he said, "Have the people on the perimeter keep an eye out and see if anyone comes over."

The bodyguard beside him contacted the people on the outside again, and after a moment shook his head: "The nearest one is just one block away, and there's no indication of them gathering."

Kemble was furious: "What the hell is that damn bastard doing?!"

Just then, the gantry crane overhead suddenly roared and moved toward their heads.

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

Most people boarded the vehicles, while only a few armed with submachine guns remained outside, cautiously observing their surroundings, but also using the vehicles as cover—all twelve were bulletproof.

Bang bang bang!

A massive burst of light erupted, plunging the ironworks into darkness, except for the lights inside the vehicles.

Then there was another crisp sound.

This time it was gunshots. Inside the lead car, a man in black fell down with blood splattered all over his face. Surprisingly, the car window didn't break at all.

This shot was fired from inside the car!

The gang members had no time to react. They instinctively pointed their guns at the surroundings, and some, in their extreme tension, fired wildly outside.

Gunshots rang out, and blood splattered inside the car as one gang member after another was blown off in the head.

At the same time, a piercing cry came through Kembur's earpiece:

"I can't see the enemy!"

"Damn it, where are they?"

"No, the car wasn't attacked; the gunshot came from inside."

"This is betrayal! Someone has betrayed us!"

Eventually, someone noticed something was wrong, but mistakenly thought it was an internal betrayal.

The next moment, blood splattered inside the car, and one bandit after another had their heads blown off. Blood and brains splattered all over the windows, creating a terrifying crimson scene.

"Get out of the car!" The bodyguard reacted quickly and pulled Kembur out of the car.

boom!

The bodyguard was shot between the eyebrows and fell down.

The situation completely descended into chaos at this moment; those remaining inside, those ambushed in the center, and those monitoring from the outside were all thrown into disarray.

With poor visibility, they couldn't see the enemy and could only fire randomly.

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

"Get out of here!" Kembur shouted.

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

The massive crane arm crashed down on them, and strangely enough, there was no one driving the car at all.

"Oh no, my God!" one of the bandits shouted.

The crane arm smashed him, turning him into a bloody pulp. Then, with a sweeping motion, several more bandits were swept away.

Kembur was terrified and scrambled to hide in a corner.

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As a gang leader, he had experienced gunfire and faced life-or-death situations. He once believed himself to be very strong and was never afraid of death.

But today, he finally became afraid.

It wasn't just the fear of death, but also the fear of mysterious phenomena.

The gunmen inside the ironworks felt like they were fighting a ghost.

An evil, powerful, and terrifying ghost.

"Fire! Fire!" Kembur fired his gun at the machine gun madman, hoping it was an invisible man who just couldn't see him.

However, the bullets passed through the air beneath the submachine gun and roared unimpeded against the opposite wall.

At the same time, a bulldozer roared past, crushing everything in its path, like a heavy tank, running over all the vehicles and people in its way.

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

They completely lost their morale.

"Come out! Get the hell out here!" Kembur waved his gun and fired wildly into the air.

boom!

A gunshot rang out!

Kembur's head twitched, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he collapsed, powerless.

Kembur'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 the small building not far away.

Ian was dressed in an expensive suit, smoking a cigar, with a camera next to him and a bunch of surveillance cameras in front of him.

Through monitors, X-ray vision, and threads, he manipulated everything, like a ghostly massacre—just a few more threads could control guns to fly up and attack, just like telekinesis.

Or perhaps it's the operatic performance of Riaka's Arrow in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2...

The only downside is that my right eye is sore again.

All that existed was dead. He picked up his phone, put on the voice changer, and said, "The people inside have been dealt with, but there are still some outside. They ran east, eleven in total. Take your men and chase after them, kill them all. Remember, I said kill, not interrogate or question. If you or your men dare to exchange a single word with them, I'll chop off one of your fingers."

He ended the call and then dialed Leso again: "Philip...you can come over now."

He put away his phone, looked at the surveillance cameras, and sighed regretfully, "What a pity about all those wonderful moments."

I'm supposed to be a journalist, but now I feel more like a director.

(End of this chapter)