amaotonovel 168. The mob
168. The mob
Tonight's gang fight was authorized by the Special Higher Police. A squad of Japanese soldiers was even stationed on the outskirts of the gravel beach. On the other side was Goro Yamamoto, a representative from the Saotome Squad sent by the Special Higher Police to maintain order.
"Damn it, these people love to fight amongst themselves, but their army is no match for our Imperial Army. It's laughable."
Goro Yamamoto sat in the back of a sidecar motorcycle, like a spectator watching a play, with a handful of sunflower seeds almost in his hand.
As the Razor Claws drew closer, the blind man at the front switched from a brisk walk to a full run. His action seemed to sound a battle cry, and all the members of the Razor Claws held their knives at their sides in their right hands, running at full speed toward the gravel beach.
"They're here! The Razor Cutter's are here! Brothers, don't be afraid of them! There are less than a hundred of them. We've got this in the bag!"
The weapons the gang members have here are a variety of types, but most of them are machetes, hand axes, and short sticks.
"kill!"
The blind man, filled with rage, shouted a single word, and the eighty-odd people behind him simultaneously yelled "Kill!" Their voices were uniform and loud, carrying an indomitable momentum, as if a sharp knife had cut into the ranks of more than four hundred people.
The next moment, the thugs from the allied gangs realized that the Razor Shield members hadn't immediately started swinging their razors, but instead had swung their arms and thrown out some round objects.
"This is... a grenade?!"
Someone recognized him and shouted in a shrill voice, which terrified the thugs. They were all gangsters who fought in the streets. Who throws grenades at people in a fight? This isn't a war!
But Zhou Hongyi didn't care about all that. The biggest difference between him and other gangs was that his equipment was excellent. To make up for the disadvantage in numbers, he needed strict training, an indomitable spirit, and excellent equipment.
These round, black objects flew in a semicircle through the air and landed in the center of the allied gang. Before the fight even started, the gang members screamed and crawled on the ground, causing quite a commotion.
“Bang, bang, bang~!”
After the grenades landed, several explosions rang out. Among them were blinding grenades that emitted a bright light, functional grenades that filled the air with choking smoke, and shock grenades that made people's eardrums vibrate and their heads buzz. Of course, the most numerous were high-explosive grenades filled with iron shot and nails, which exploded and sent up countless pieces of rock.
"what--!"
"My eyes~~~!"
"My ears... I can't hear anything!"
"Help me~~~~"
The Razor Shields' initial grenade barrage stunned the gang's thugs. What followed wasn't rescue or medical assistance, but sharp machetes.
The members of the Razor Cutter were like tigers among sheep, brandishing machetes made of the finest steel and crafted by the best blacksmiths.
These machetes can slice off the flesh and bones of an opponent's arm as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. Even if someone tries to fight them with their strong arms, it will be the opponent's weapon that breaks.
The Razor Claws got off to a flying start; the first wave of grenades not only depleted the combined gang's fighting numbers but also dealt a severe blow to their morale.
At this moment, the menacing Night Hawks arrived and joined the battle without saying a word, launching a fierce attack on the rear of the allied gangs.
When it comes to individual combat strength, Zhou Hongyi's side trains day and night, and he spares no expense in providing these people with good food and excellent equipment, which gives them all an extraordinary physique.
Moreover, besides Zhou Hongyi's core members, there were also the skilled members of the Axe Gang. Chen Xiaodao was currently mingling among them with his men. Even the former Axe Gang leader, Liu Yaqiao, was personally taking action, wielding a machete and specifically targeting the leader of the opposing gang.
"You're Chen Xiaodao? You're from the Axe Gang! When did you get back? Sir... Sir~~~ There are Axe Gang rebels here~~~!"
Some in the crowd recognized the former members of the Axe Gang, but their voices couldn't carry out and they quickly became the target of everyone's attacks. A dozen machetes came at him at the same time, chopping him into mincemeat.
In the distance, Goro Yamamoto watched this scene with a grim expression.
"Why would the Razor Clan use grenades? Is Commander Kondo aware of this? Write this down and report back truthfully. Allowing a gang to possess such powerful weapons poses a serious security risk. Machine gunners, prepare yourselves to prevent the brawl from escalating out of control!"
"Yes~Sir!"
The Japanese machine gunners, who had been closely monitoring the battle, pulled back their bolts and aimed at the hundreds of people engaged in the melee. They were also very nervous. If these people went berserk and ran towards them, should they fire or not? If they fired, these were all pro-Japanese elements; if they didn't fire, they themselves might be caught up in the chaos and end up getting stabbed without even knowing who did it.
Goro Yamamoto and the Japanese soldiers stationed there were unaware that their fears would soon become a reality.
As the Razor Society charged, many of the demoralized Allied Gang members dropped their weapons and turned to run ashore. They didn't realize that they outnumbered the enemy by several times. Instead, they saw people wearing dark gray coats everywhere and even wondered if reinforcements had arrived on the other side.
These thugs, of course, were unaware that Zhou Hongyi's purpose in having everyone wear uniform clothing, carry uniform weapons, and shout uniform slogans was to create a psychological suggestion for the enemy during the chaotic battle. They would feel that they could see and hear the men in dark gray coats everywhere, making it seem as if their numbers were increasing with each fight. This explained why the gang alliance's numbers dwindled as the fighting progressed, while the Razor Society seemed to be growing stronger.
Before long, more thugs joined the escape, surging towards the shore.
"Kill! Don't let them escape, leave no one alive!"
The blind man wielding the machete was now covered in blood, but it wasn't his; it belonged to the enemy. Since returning from his training with the guerrillas, he had rarely spoken, silently following Zhou Hongyi, waiting for the opportunity to avenge his mother and sister.
Brother Zhou said that this opportunity has come. The person who killed his mother and the people who killed the neighbors in Fengwei Lane is Yamamoto Goro, who is hiding behind the machine gunner at this moment.
Although the blind man was wielding a machete and chasing after the members of the allied gang, his one good eye was fixed on the direction of Yamamoto Goro, and he was slowly approaching it.
"Sir, they're surging up!"
The Japanese machine gunners began to tense up. Although the firefight had caused many casualties on both sides, the morale of the gang alliance had collapsed too quickly. Even with many dead, more than three hundred men were still surging toward the shore. The Razor Gang and Night Hawks were chasing after them, like shepherds driving sheep, specifically leading them toward the Japanese machine gunners' location.
"Sir! Sir, please save us! These people have gone mad!"
"Sir, they're from the Axe Gang! We've been tricked! Shoot them! Shoot them!"
"Help! I don't want to die, please save me!"
The gang members roared and surged toward Yamamoto Goro, who couldn't hear what they were shouting in the chaos. He simply raised his hand to signal everyone on his side to prepare for battle and not let these gang scum break through their lines.
"Kakaka~~~"
All the Japanese soldiers cocked their rifles, chambered bullets, and aimed at the surging crowd. But the members of the gang alliance, unaware of what was about to happen, desperately ran towards their masters, hoping for their protection.
"Fire!"
Goro Yamamoto gave the order to attack, and the Japanese machine gunners and riflemen pulled their triggers almost simultaneously.
Blazing flames erupted from the gun barrels, instantly riddling the allied gang members at the forefront with bullets. They fell one after another at their master's feet, into pools of blood, consumed by endless regret. But by then, even their deepest remorse was too late.