Seems like some are really hard-headed.

After all, having done deeds for Bucher for so many years, Black Rasha knows well how ruthless he can be; capable of murdering entire families, sparing not even infants.

"Which gang dares to betray my godfather?!"

"Wildfire Johnny!"

"Johnny? What? That little brat was saved and raised by my godfather himself, how dare they betray him?!"

Black Rasha was instantly enraged upon hearing this.

The other gang leaders below were also shocked to their cores.

The Wildfire Gang can be considered one of the strongest gangs under Bucher, besides the Black Rakshasa Gang.

Johnny actually dared to openly rebel against Bucher.

Truly insane.

Or has Johnny aligned himself with some other powerful figure?

Bucher's face twisted into a sinister smile, staring at everyone present as he said, "Don't forget what I've told you before, my methods for dealing with traitors?"

Black Rasha immediately chimed in, "Not a single one left!"

"Then arm yourselves, and give me a bloody clean-up of the Wildfire Gang. I'll personally strip Johnny, who dared to betray me, of his skin piece by piece! I'll make his hide into a banner for all to see what happens to those who dare betray me, Bucher!"

Black Rasha was the first to support Bucher, showcasing his loyalty. The gang army set off, roughly 600 strong, heading towards the location of the Wildfire Gang.

A throng of people, accompanied by the roar of engines, vented the fury of black flames.

Citizens on the street quickly avoided them, not daring to provoke these gang members.

Honest people always exist in any era, anytime.

…

Black crows swirled above the sky of Special Zone Nine, their scarlet eyes scanning everything below, observing all information.

Numerous crows witnessed the influx of gang members from various streets.

Their throats emitted cawing, piercing the ear with an undertone of bloody chaos.

Some regard crows as auspicious, believing they can forewarn disaster. Others see them as ominous, bringing death.

Regardless of what you believe, today is the beginning of death.

When Bucher and Black Rasha arrived at the Wildfire Gang's base, the entire place was silent.

Black Rasha wielded a loudspeaker, shouting aloud, "Johnny, come out and die!"

Da-da-da!!!!

Black Rasha held a rifle firmly, pulling the trigger, bullets pouring into the Wildfire Gang's base.

Quiet.

As silent as a ghost.

The entire Wildfire Gang's base seemed deserted. No matter how Black Rasha yelled, how he fired, there was no response.

Black Rasha furrowed his brow, glanced at Bucher beside him and said, "Godfather, it seems there's no one here. Could they have fled?"

Bucher agreed it was possible.

Bucher's lips curled into a cold smile, saying, "Little Johnny is just as timid as before. Everyone, go in and search, leave no survivors!"

A large number of gang members immediately spread out, swarming into the Wildfire Gang's base.

They invaded the living quarters of the Wildfire Gang, stormed into their apartments, finding no soul in the entire place.

The search persisted for half an hour, one after another reporting forward; the entire Wildfire Gang's base was deserted.

Bucher had a mocking smile on his face, "I thought they had some guts, but they're still cowardly, betraying me yet lacking the courage to face me!"

"Broadcast a bounty across the entire Upper City District's gang underground district; any gang providing shelter to Wildfire Gang members will be treated as my enemy by Bucher! Present me with a Wildfire Gang member's head in loyalty, and they will receive my goodwill!"

Not even willing to spend a dime… Black Rasha scorned Bucher internally, yet wore a sycophantic smile, just about to offer compliments.

His gaze caught a flash reflecting from the tall building nearby. A wave of unknown fear enveloped Black Rasha's heart.

That reflection, does it resemble the glint from a sniper scope?

Impossible.

How could the Wildfire Gang possess a sniper rifle?

Sniper rifles are strictly regulated across the black market, and typical gangs in the Upper City District could at most get makeshift AKs.

How could there be sniper rifles with scopes?

Still, the unease in his heart grew stronger.

Crows in the air circled relentlessly, proclaiming an invitation to death.

Their cawing resounded in Black Rasha's ears, as if summoning the arrival of spirits!

At that moment, Black Rasha reacted on instinct, tackling Bucher to the ground.

The next second, a dull gunshot rang out, piercing the eerie silence and chiming the bell of death.

The head of a gang member behind Bucher exploded instantly, red blood and white brain matter painting an ephemeral picture in the air, evoking a transient beauty of demise.

When that body fell limply to the ground.

As blood and brain matter mixed outside the body, in dust and air, forming a bloody stage crafted by death.

It seemed to invite everyone to dance a deadly waltz.

Momentarily stunned, Black Rasha turned back to witness this scene and shouted, "Damn it, it's an ambush!"

But it was too late.

In an instant, numerous Wildfire Gang members emerged from all directions, clutching newly crafted AK47 rifles, forming different teams, using special formations, flooding from alleys and shadows.

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