The man who was shouting wore a turban on his head and was sitting in the passenger seat of the middle car, but his eyes had already turned toward the abandoned car.
He pushed the car door open and grabbed a shotgun from his side, then fired at the car as if venting his anger.
The people around also raised their weapons, and for a moment there was a loud exchange of gunfire in the street, but all the targets were aimed at the abandoned car. Jason and the others, after informing the whole group, hid not far from that abandoned car.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The man with the turban kept shooting as if he were crazy, and the anger seemed to drain out of him. Soon after, a smile gradually appeared on his angry face.
He stopped shooting and shouted at the people hiding behind that abandoned car from the cover of the car he was in.
"Listen to me, you bastards, obediently hand over what you have on you and then head to your camp. As long as you have enough valuable things, I'll spare you!"
This place was their territory, so they were usually accustomed to being arrogant. After he finished speaking, he stood there proudly, waiting for a satisfying response.
Charon, at the back of the abandoned car, had also recognized that guy. That was Tony, the one who had stolen all their supplies.
Ignoring the yelling from the other side, Jason turned his head and looked toward the RV not far away. George, Rosita, and the others had already run to the side of the car.
Soon the thunderous roar of the RV sounded, and the huge vehicle charged in their direction.
Tony looked with disdain at the RV, which had clearly been modified from a bus, and signaled to the machine gun on the back of the truck.
The man nodded excitedly, eager to finally touch that big weapon, but at that moment, another sharp gunshot rang out.
The guy still playing with the ammo belt of the machine gun suddenly had a spray of blood burst from his head and made no sound.
This made Tony completely enraged. These bastards dared to kill his men!
Jason's first shot wasn't aimed at anyone, which made Tony mistakenly believe that the other side didn't dare to kill, so he didn't continue shooting at the people running toward the RV.
But Jason had already made a decision, so he said through the radio: "George, tell Liam to get on the RV and use the machine gun."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fierce gunfire rang out, and the deafening shots resounded throughout the block. With the echoes all around, for a while, aside from the gunfire, no other sound could be heard on that street.
Including the sound of the RV engine accelerating — but what these guys didn't notice was that an opening suddenly appeared in the roof of the RV, and a machine gun was mounted from above.
"Big gift, my ass!"
Tony's expression changed violently, and he ran to the side with a loud roar. The people getting in and out of the car naturally saw what was happening with the RV. Some raised their weapons and began firing, while others quickly dodged to the side.
Two people still planned to get to the truck to counterattack with the machine gun. One of them stood in front of the gun and took a bullet to the head before his hand could touch the weapon. The other guy was about to climb into the truck in fright, but fear of dying made him sit down on the ground.
At this moment, the RV had also approached, and the machine gun on the roof was finally removed under Liam and Glenn's operation. Then the unique sound of that powerful weapon rang out, like the only thing capable of calming the waves, instantly firing at all the vehicles.
The large caliber hit the ground, and some bodies were split in two. Soon, wherever the machine gun fired was filled with dust, death, and destruction.
Ignoring the pain in his body, Jason used this moment to crawl across the battlefield, dragging himself on the ground from time to time, heading straight for the place where Tony was hiding. The modified RV on his side stopped in the middle of the road, the door opened again, and Abraham signaled to the people hiding behind the abandoned car.
Tony, who had been very angry before, had now turned into a man who wouldn't harm even a kitten. He was paralyzed on the ground with no trace of strength.
From the moment the gunfire began, he had been scared stiff. He still remembered that just as he was about to punish those damned intruders, the head of the man beside him suddenly exploded like a watermelon.
Then his mind kept replaying the scene of his own head exploding like that man's, and his legs lost all strength, unable to support him anymore.
The rest of Jason's people, who were being suppressed by the gunfire in their direction, could do nothing. Every time they tried to take a step forward, they were forced back by the bursts of bullets.
Abraham looked back and found that some of the people were trapped in the crossfire.
"You stay there and don't move!"
He raised his weapon and muttered to himself, "I'll see you in hell, you little trash!"
Relying on the skills he had mastered during his long military career, Abraham jumped out of the RV, ran toward a corner, and began fighting the enemies.
At that moment, Jason had already moved to the place where Tony had hidden a moment ago. He walked up to a trash bin and secretly observed the situation.
The hooded man named Tony was leaning against a wall with several of his subordinates. The guy was obviously very angry and was yelling at his men, who had dragged him to that alley.
Jason's goal this time was to capture Tony.
The other side must belong to some faction. This time, he had to take the initiative. At first, the Wolves were a group that kept appearing because he didn't deal with the problem when it first presented itself. In the end, Glenn and the others could have died in Alexandria.
Waiting silently for the chance to make a move, Jason at this moment was like a predator in a bush. He positioned himself and took out his pistol with enough rounds to finish off all those enemies.
Apparently tired of yelling, Tony spat loudly, then walked toward a corner and looked to the other side. The sound of the machine gun was getting weaker, but there were still occasional shots from the street.
Tony continued firing to the opposite side with his pistol, and several men behind him also returned fire. After the bullets in his magazine were exhausted, he pulled his body back, then reached out to grab a box of ammo to reload his weapon.
Casually sweeping his eyes around, Tony was shocked to see his three younger brothers lying on the ground, blood bubbling from the bullet holes in their heads.
From what he could tell, they had been alive just moments ago. Soon after, he felt his hands begin to tremble involuntarily, and whatever he had intended to do came to a stop.
Crash!
The weapon in his hand fell to the ground. At this moment, even the stupidest person would know that the people around him were enemies. He raised his hands, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the faces of the people around him. He wanted to see who was the person who suddenly appeared behind him.
What appeared before Tony's eyes was a face with bruises and traces of blood, long messy hair, and eyes that showed how dangerous he was, but his expression was indifferent, as if he felt nothing for the people he had just killed.
Just as Tony felt his body fluctuate, he heard the man on the other side speak.
"Tony, right?"
"Huh? You know me?"
"Hehe, that's not something you need to worry about. What you should think about is how to deal with the problem you've gotten yourself into."
Tony was startled, his little heart began to beat wildly, and he stuttered as he spoke.
"Still… think? Wh… what… what does that mean?"
"Hehe, my interrogations are usually very rough and bloody. I hope you obediently tell me everything."