The sharp burst of gunfire echoed into the night, bullets whistled, and the air filled with lead.
Logan and the other three hit the ground, dodging the enemy fire.
The two Afro-Mexicans, although surprised by Logan's quick reaction, were clearly not willing to give up.
They quickly aimed their weapons at the four men, pulling the trigger without hesitation.
Seeing the black muzzle spitting out a small burst of flames, Logan's expression suddenly changed.
The four men lay on the ground, unable to dodge.
In a moment of desperation, Logan saw a nearby trash can and instantly drew it towards himself.
Bang, bang, bang!
Bullets tore through the trash can with a piercing sound.
Fortunately, the enemy's pistol was low caliber, unable to penetrate the crowded trash can, which gave the four a moment of respite.
"Damn it, Conrad! You said it was safe here!"
Samuel, crouching as tightly as he could behind the trash can, cursed Conrad amid the gunfire.
"Shit! How dare these bastards ambush us!"
Conrad was already furious, and now he was attacked again; the inexhaustible rage he felt in his chest desperately needed to be vented. He pulled the pistol from his belt, quickly loaded it, raised it above his head, and fired blindly toward the Mexicans. As Conrad furiously emptied the pistol, the noise outside gradually faded.
Logan crouched down, looking at a piece of glass that had fallen off the trash can.
It reflected two Mexicans running toward the truck.
Seeing this, Logan was horrified and quickly stood up. "Damn it! They are after the cargo!"
This was no mere assault; it was a premeditated ambush!
Logan was not willing to give up his $20,000.
Seeing the two men about to open the truck door, he didn't think twice, pulled out his pistol, aimed at them, and pulled the trigger decisively.
Boom! Boom!
Two crisp shots were heard, and the two men fell to the ground, their heads pierced by the bullets.
The speed was so quick that they died in an instant.
The three people who had peered out from behind the trash can looked on in astonishment at the two fallen Mexicans.
"You... you've got good aim."
Samuel looked at the fallen bodies, at least fifty meters away. For a short-range weapon like a pistol, a headshot at such a distance is enough to be considered a master sharpshooter!
Even Josh, who had been acting calmly, seemed a little shocked.
Logan ignored the others' astonishment, put away his pistol, and shouted forcefully: "Get in the trucks, we have to get out of here, there may be more than two!"
The two men were clearly heading toward the truck.
Logan didn't believe that two insignificant people would dare to openly rob the Lawrence family's goods. Perhaps there was even some organization behind them.
In short, staying there for one more minute could increase the danger.
Everyone agreed with Logan's words, even Conrad stopped arguing.
The four quickly got into the trucks and left the town.
But shortly after, several dazzling headlights suddenly shone behind them. Logan, driving the truck, looked in the rearview mirror and saw three vans approaching quickly.
"Damn it, they're chasing us!"
Samuel, in the passenger seat, looked at the vans in the rearview mirror with a grim face.
Logan was not surprised. With a stern expression, he floored the accelerator, and the truck's engine roared at full speed.
Samuel reloaded his pistol, ready for a fight. He stared intently at the rearview mirror and shouted: "Damn it! These lunatics! Don't they see the Lawrence Group logo?"
In this area, even a child knows that offending the Lawrence Group is a bad idea!
Logan stared at the road and replied in a deep voice: "They are robbing the Lawrence Group! It is definitely a premeditated robbery!"
It seemed the cargo was truly tempting, tempting many to risk even offending the Lawrence family.
But Logan didn't have time to think about its contents. His mind raced, looking for a way to shake off the pursuers. Even with the trucks speeding and the accelerator floored, the loaded trucks couldn't match the speed of the vans behind them.
Like beasts stalking their prey, the three vans followed relentlessly.
Even the truck behind them, driven by Conrad and Josh, had been overtaken by two vans.
Two vans placed a truck between them, turning the steering wheel and repeatedly ramming the center truck.
BANG!
The trucks twisted and swayed on the road, seemingly about to overturn at any moment.
"Shit!"
Conrad, sitting in the passenger seat, roared with rage, raised his pistol, and opened fire on one of the vans.
Josh, at the wheel, pulled out his pistol and fired frantically at the other van.
The two vans finally faltered under the barrage of bullets, slowing down.
But it was only an instant before they charged forward again. The occupants of the vans also pulled out their pistols and returned fire, leaving the trucks riddled with bullets.
Both sides exchanged frantic shots down the road. "Damn it! We're not as fast as them! They're going to intercept us sooner or later!" Samuel stared intently into the rearview mirror with an anxious expression, watching the gunfight unfolding behind them.
Logan frowned, unable to find a solution. At that moment, a crossroad suddenly appeared.
Logan quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and told Josh and Conrad behind him: "There's a crossroad fifty meters ahead. Let's turn left together. If I remember correctly, there's an abandoned sawmill nearby!"
Before setting off, Logan had studied the mission map and clearly noted some important coordinates.
After finishing speaking, he sharply turned the steering wheel. Josh, who was behind, also took the opportunity, changed direction, and quickly caught up with Logan's truck.
The sudden change of direction prevented the three vans from reacting in time, and they continued forward for almost twenty meters before quickly turning around and resuming the pursuit. This pause gave Logan and the others a breather.
"We've shaken them off."
Samuel breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the calm road ahead.
However, Logan remained calm and shook his head, saying: "They won't give up. We have to deal with these pests."
Samuel nodded indifferently.
Their trucks were too heavy and could never match the speed of the vans. Sooner or later, they would be overtaken.
After driving for a while, Logan finally saw the abandoned sawmill marked on the map.
Many tree stumps that had not yet been moved were piled up, and in the middle, there was a ruined-looking barn.
"Hide the trucks in the sawmill."
Logan drove into the abandoned barn first, turned off the lights and the engine, and quickly got out with his pistol and spare magazines.
Josh also parked his truck next to theirs.
The four gathered together.
"What do we do now?"
Samuel looked out of the barn. The headlights of the pursuers were already clearly visible. They would reach them in only three minutes.
"Get out, close the barn door, and hide in the nearby forest! I'll take care of them here. When the shooting starts, act and finish off the stragglers!" Logan ordered calmly, reloading his pistol and preparing himself.
"You alone?"
Samuel couldn't help but worry for an instant hearing that Logan was going to handle them by himself. "That's a lot of people!"
"Three vans, each full of people—at least a dozen!"
"Don't worry, I can surely handle it!" Logan said, quickly climbing to the upper level of the barn and hiding.
Before climbing up, he looked at Conrad.
The man had remained silent since the attack, simply gripping his pistol, incredibly quiet.
Logan didn't have time to settle scores with him right now; the priority was to deal with the pursuers! Samuel and his companions knew that this was not the time to hesitate, so they quickly exited, closed the barn door, and hid.
Logan, alone, hid in the dark and dusty barn.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the roof, barely outlining the barn's contours.
It seemed like a long-abandoned barn, largely empty. The wooden structure had deteriorated from years of wind and rain, and the air smelled of decaying wood.
Logan wiped the sweat from his forehead, held his breath, and silently listened for sounds from outside.
Soon, a burst of traffic was heard from outside the wood warehouse.
Three vans stopped in front of the barn, and sixteen men emerged.
They wore black uniforms, probably members of nearby gangs, who had followed the tracks.
However, they did not rush in.
They knew Logan and his men were armed, and rushing in without warning would likely result in instant death.
"Don't hide! I know you're in there!"
A thin man stepped out of the group, staring intently at the closed barn door and shouting, his voice echoing in the wilderness.
"If you don't want to die, open the door and hand over the goods. Otherwise, no one is getting out of here alive!"
Logan clearly heard the powerful shouts, but did not reply.
He carefully concealed himself in the wood warehouse, calmly took off his coat, exposing his strong arms and all the muscles on his body tensed.
Bang!
The door of the wood warehouse was suddenly kicked open, and the already rotten door continued to shake under the violent impact, and all the debris broke off.
The bright lights of the cars outside instantly illuminated the dimly lit wood warehouse.
Ten figures with pistols walked in in an orderly and watchful manner, carefully observing the surroundings.
But they did not realize that, in the beams above their heads, a pair of eyes as sharp as a cheetah's were watching the prey about to fall into the trap.
Bang!
The door suddenly slammed shut, completely blocking the dazzling lights of the cars outside.
The entire wood warehouse fell into darkness again.
The chill of death completely filled it.