On a cliff in the wilderness outside Los Angeles.

  Two trucks were parked on the edge of the cliff, there were more than a dozen corpses in the trucks, and Cranston corps was on top.

  Neil put two large firecrackers into the Trucks, and another truck reversed, pushing the two trucks over the cliff. The Trucks rolled down the cliff, and not long after it hit the bottom, it exploded and burned.

  As for whether the Spanish gang will find out that Cranston was killed, it is estimated that it will take some time.

  Cranston said that the boss just asked him to investigate, and he came directly to the door because of his own arrogance. No one in the gang knew about their operations. .

  Everyone returned to the factory gathering place, including Sean Neil and others. Hardy looked at the factory and said, "We have to find a new place. This place has been targeted. We must be more careful in our actions in the future."

  Henry and others nodded.

  Everyone moved quickly to clean up the blood stains in the factory, moved their belongings, and found a place on the edge of Los Angeles in the afternoon. It was a country hotel with a living room, bedrooms, and a large yard for parking.

  Very suitable for a new residence.

  The next day.

  Hardy led a group of men to the dock. Cranston said to explore the terrain here.

  The wharf is not big, It is a fishing port wharf.

  Only dozens of tons of fishing boats and shrimp boats can enter and exit. It is a private wharf. When they came to observe, there were many fishing boats parked at the wharf, and there were people carrying fish to trucks.

  Richard saw a three story building next to him, told Hardy, and secretly ran to the top of the building to check it out.

  This location is the commanding height of the entire pier, overlooking all directions, and is definitely an excellent sniping point.

  Everyone returned to the hotel and sat in the living room to study countermeasures.

  "Boss, if they are trading during the day, we can pretend to be buying fish and get two trucks to keep an eye on them every day."

  "If it is night, we can lay an ambush in advance and catch them off guard when they are trading."

  Hardy thought for a moment. then started to assigning tasks for everyone.

  Starting the next day, six guys Henry, Matthew, Leo, Kerry, Richard, and Neil became fishmongers and drove two trucks over to buy fish.

  During this period, Richard secretly went upstairs several times and quietly placed two large packages in a hidden place on the roof.

  Whether this is a trading place or not, they are only half sure now, but if it succeeds, they will get enough rewards, so Hardy is fully prepared.

  The rest is left to luck.

  Two days later, the sun was already setting in the west this afternoon, the fishing boats had basically docked, and only a few people were still trading on the pier.

  Suddenly, two cars drove up in the distance. Several men in suits got out of the car and walked into the fish market. They seemed to be choosing fish, but their eyes were always looking around. It didn't take long for these people to get in the car and leave without buying a single fish.

  Henry, who was wearing work clothes, rubber shoes, and gloves, looked up at Matthew next to him and whispered, "I feel like these guys are from the Spanish gang."

  "I feel the same."

  The news soon spread to Hardy.

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  Hardy knew the deal could be tonight. He Immediately summoned everyone to give orders.

  "Brothers, get ready to work."

  Upon hearing that they were about to work, these guys became excited one by one and began to prepare their own firearms.

  late at night. Eleven o'clock.

  The pier was pitch black with no light, and the sea in the distance looked like a monster ready to devour people, which made people feel frightened and timid.

  Four cars drove into the pier on the gravel road.

  Parked side by side at the pier, a dozen people got off first and looked around. It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. After some time, the four cars turned on their lights facing the sea.

  A flash.

  Two flashes.

  It flashed four times in total.

  After dozens of seconds, a light appeared on the sea in the distance and flashed four times towards the dock.

  After a while, a fishing boat of more than ten tons came from the sea and stopped slowly at the dock. The Spanish gang had been waiting on the shore for a long time. The leader was the gang advisor Burstein.

  A man emerged from the fishing boat, stepped on the boat bang, and jumped ashore.

  Burgstein stepped forward with a smile, shook hands with the other person cordially, and said in Spanish "Garcia, we meet again."

  "Hello Burstein, Did you bring the money?"

  "Of course."

  He waved to the back, and one of his men brought a suitcase. Burstein opened the suitcase, and under the car lights, the things stacked in the suitcase could be seen clearly it was a neat stack of dollar bills.

  "$300,000, every penny is here" Burstein said.

  "That's good, I'll let them move the goods now."

  Garcia waved behind him, and several men with slightly darker skin came out of the boat and landed ashore carrying packages one by one.

  Not long after, all the goods were moved onto the dock, which was half a person tall and almost one cubic meter.

  "This is what you want a total of 500 kilograms. What you asked for this time is really a lot. It has been in production for almost three months. It seems that your business is doing well" Garcia said.

  "It's okay," Burstein said with a smile.

  Then he asked a young man to come forward to inspect the goods. Burstein took out two cigars and handed one to the Colombian.

  "Crack~!"

  He lit the silver lighter in his hand and handed it to Garcia.

  Garcia lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

  But at this moment, there was a clear gunshot.

  "Bang~!"

  The next moment, there was a bloody hole in the Colombian leader's head, and he fell to the ground with a splash, Blood splashed on Burstein's face, leaving him stunned for a second or two.

  "They killed Garcia!"

  Other Colombians screamed.

  Several people quickly rushed out of the cabin, all holding sub machine guns in their hands.   They should have been hiding in the cabin to be on guard.

  After all, everyone should be careful about this kind of transaction.

  "Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu~!"

  The Colombians opened fire on the shore, shooting at the Spanish gang members wildly.

  The follower of Burstein was so frightened that he dragged his boss down, which saved him from being shot to death on the spot.

  After being attacked by Colombians, The Spanish gangsters also drew their guns and fought back. Several Colombians who had gone ashore with Garcia to trade were instantly killed by The Spanish gangsters.

  A chaotic fight broke out between the two sides.

  Burgstein finally came to his senses and knew there must be a misunderstanding. He shouted in Spanish "Stop, stop everyone; there is a misunderstanding here."

  But before Burstein could finish his words, a bullet flew from a distance and hit Burstein's head. There was a bloody hole in the air instantly.

  Burstein's eyes widened, and he fell down in disbelief.

  When the Spanish gang saw that their gang advisor had been killed, their firepower became more intense, and they fired wildly at the Colombians on the ship.

  But they were not prepared to fight when they came. They only had light guns in their hands, and they were suppressed by the Colombians armed with sub machine guns guns.

  at this time.

  A group of people rushed out from behind them.

  The Spanish gangsters were stunned, wondering if this was one of their own, but before they could react, the sub machine guns in the hands of these men opened fire on them.

  "Da da da, da da da~!"

  The few remaining Spanish gangsters were killed by this group of people in just one encounter.

  These people did not stop there. After killing the Spanish, they turned their guns on the Colombians. The Chicago Typewriter opened fire wildly at the fishing boat. The powerful firepower prevented the people on the boat from fighting back.

  Kerry was nearly two meters tall, and he was holding an M42 heavy machine gun in his hand. The long bullet chain was dragging on the ground, and he was firing wildly at the fishing boat. The flames from the gun's muzzle shot out more than half a meter away.

  Neil took out the grenade and threw it at the fishing boat from a distance.

  "Boom~!"

  The grenade was accurately thrown into the cabin and exploded, and the gunfire coming from the cabin stopped immediately.

  The Colombian who was driving the boat saw that they couldn't defeat the opponent at all, so he immediately drove away and fled. Henry, Matthew, and others wanted to pursue them, but Hardy stopped them.

  "There's no need to chase, just let them run away. It won't affect us. Let's move the goods quickly."

  Upon hearing this, several people immediately ran to the Spanish gang and found the money box in a car, which contained neat banknotes.

  "Boss, I found the money!" Henry shouted excitedly.

  "What to do with the coke powder? Throw it into the sea." Leo asked.

  Hardy thought for a while. Though he did not sell drugs and was opposed to drug trafficking, these were all money. Although it cost only $300,000 to buy from Colombians, the price could be four to five times higher in the market.

  "Put them all in the car and take them back. We'll talk about how to deal with it later."