The battle erupted in an instant.
And Michael, however, made a run for it!
Knowing there was a pile of containers full of crude oil here, whoever stayed here once the fighting started was an idiot!
Even the 'fragrant' 'energies' that Michael had initially coveted, he no longer bothered to collect.
Aside from a few sparse bodies of Kingpin Gang members that happened to be in his path and were 'subconsciously' collected by Michael, he didn't even think about the others.
Speeding all the way, Michael finally rushed back before the flames of war reached Hit-Girl...
However, the imagined scene of the little loli cowering in a container did not happen.
Looking at the little loli who cautiously peeked out her head, her eyes full of excitement, even wanting to personally participate.
Michael could only wordlessly raise his hand to cover his forehead, sighing: As expected, she truly is a violent little loli raised by a twisted father!
However, it was clear that this battle was no longer something Big Daddy and Hit-Girl could participate in.
Although they were street heroes, they were also just ordinary people.
Although they had been trained and participated in a few bloody confrontations with Gang members.
But to face a disciplined, elite mercenary force, fully armed to the teeth, outnumbering them twenty to one, Big Daddy and Hit-Girl were clearly outmatched.
He had to find a way to get Big Daddy and Hit-Girl out of here quickly... But, when it rains, it pours.
Plans can't keep up with changes!
Sometimes, when luck is bad, everything can pile up on you.
The battle here was raging!
Outside the pier, another dozen or so modified used cars roared in.
Especially on the first two large pickup trucks, two squad machine guns were even modified and fixed!
In the back of both trucks, one person was manning a gun and pulling the trigger, and another person was actually supplying the ammunition belt.
Although it wasn't a Vulcan cannon, in this situation, a sudden fierce attack was something no one could withstand.
Even fully armed elite mercenaries had to temporarily avoid its Edge.
Da da da da da ~~~~
The continuous minute-long barrage suppressed the two gangs, oh, no, the three factions that were originally fighting fiercely within the pier.
The three factions had no choice but to find cover and hide from this suddenly intruding fourth force.
Screech~~~Bang~~~
ThumpThumpThump~~~
Screech~~~Bang~~~
ThumpThumpThump~~~
Screech~~~Bang~~~
ThumpThumpThump~~~
As the machine guns on the first two large pickup trucks kept firing, the pickups, vans, and off-road vehicles that made up the rest of the car enthusiast hodgepodge all stopped, and a large group of North Bear men carrying various firearms got out.
Michael glanced at them and immediately understood.
These guys should be the North Bear Gang, who have always wanted to take over New York and dominate Hell's Kitchen, but have been tragically suppressed by the Kingpin Gang.
But the North Bear Gang lives up to its reputation as a notorious combat-ethnic gang; the harder the Kingpin Gang suppressed them, the more fiercely the North Bear Gang resisted.
Under the Kingpin Gang's strong suppression, the North Bear Gang not only wasn't crushed but actually grew and expanded significantly in the blink of an eye... It's baffling how the North Bear Gang, despite being prohibited from buying or smuggling weapons, always manages to get so many weapons at just the right time?
Moreover, in every conflict, the North Bear Gang would lose many men, but in the next conflict, it would always be discovered that the North Bear Gang had even more people? What the heck?
The sordidness behind this is equally terrifying to think about!
Kingpin, who had been unable to find out who was smuggling people and weapons to the North Bear Gang, was actually extremely annoyed!
...This time, the North Bear Gang learned about the Kingpin Gang and The Hand's 'washing powder' transaction from their long-time intelligence supplier.
Based on the idea that the Kingpin Gang's friends are enemies, plus a ship full of new 'washing powder,' and the fact that The Hand was unwilling to cooperate with them? And so on.
The North Bear Gang immediately had thoughts of a double-cross.
For this double-cross to go smoothly, the North Bear Gang's boss even spent a large sum of money to bribe certain high-ranking officials of the New York Police Department, not to help him, but at least not to help Kingpin!
In short, even if the surrounding citizens called the police until their phones broke, they were not to dispatch officers!
Dispatching officers isn't as fun as a talk show, and dispatching officers isn't as good as watching an adult channel on TV!
Yes, the North Bear Gang's boss, a member of a combat-ethnic group, after a long period of outwitting the Kingpin Gang, finally learned some strategy... The rapidly changing situation on the scene left Michael dumbfounded.
Later, will there be some Irish gang, or some Skull Ghoul gang or something else running out?
However, this was also a good thing for Michael.
Now that the pier was so chaotic, Big Daddy and Hit-Girl should be preparing to retreat!
So many people, so many guns, and more stray bullets flying everywhere than there are stars.
If you dared to intervene at this time, who knows, one, or even a pile of stray bullets might fly your way, and you wouldn't even know how you died... But sometimes, what you fear, comes true!
"Mindy!"
"Mindy!"
"Can you hear him?"
Big Daddy's somewhat anxious voice came through Hit-Girl's earpiece.
What? How did Michael hear him? Do you really think that a global biological positioning chip only has a positioning function?
On the other side, Big Daddy was already full of regret; he knew this robbery of the Kingpin Gang was dangerous, so why did he let his daughter go deep into the pier!
It should have been him, Big Daddy, inside, and Hit-Girl outside!
Well, for Big Daddy, who could force his daughter, who liked Barbie dolls, to be 'trained' into Hit-Girl, who liked butterfly knives and enjoyed stabbing people a few times, one couldn't expect him to regret his daughter's upbringing.