"Hey, Frank..."
At the entrance of the Feimeng Car Junkyard, the lights of dozens of cars illuminated the area as if it were daytime. Despite the cold night, people had lit bonfires in oil drums, gathering in groups around them. Many women were also present, and they were all having a lively time with beer in hand. Everyone was armed, clearly the underlings of the Dragon Gang drug syndicate.
Jordy Gai, along with Gredien, Rem, and a few other squad leaders, were heading towards Frank and his group, who were arriving from another sector. They either had handguns holstered at their waists or were openly carrying assault rifles. One burly white man was cradling a heavy machine gun, ammunition belts wrapped around his body, as if he were heading to a battlefield.
"Jordy Gai, what's the situation?"
Frank, dressed in a designer suit and draped in a large overcoat, his fingers adorned with gold rings, his neck also heavily bejeweled, and a golden handgun holstered at his waist, spoke to Jordy Gai and his crew with dissatisfaction. "I was having a great time, why did the boss suddenly call us over?"
"Yeah."
Another squad leader, an Easterner with a tall build, but Korean, also had a voluptuous blonde beauty in his arms. His name was Liao Zhixian. He was originally in charge of the market in Korea and had just come to the US for some fun when he received a call from Belter, asking him to bring his men as well.
Jordy Gai led them into a large factory within the car junkyard. It was filled with modification workshops and a few offices. However, Belter was holding Jiang Wenhao in the basement, which was not only filled with car parts but also served as a drug manufacturing space.
Although most of their drugs were transported from Mexico, they had several secret drug manufacturing bases here, which also served as storage for the drugs. The drugs smuggled from Mexico were mostly stored here, and then distributed by Belter to the squad leaders of various sectors to sell.
"Our big boss wants to kill a Chinese kid, but the guy is very strong..."
Jordy Gai led Frank and Liao Zhixian into an office inside the factory and explained the reason Belter had summoned them that night.
"Jordy Gai, are you joking with us?"
Liao Zhixian, with the blonde woman in his arms, leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a cigar and drinking fine wine. He laughed at Jordy Gai disbelievingly. "Just to kill a Chinese person, the boss called all of us? Is that Chinese person a god?"
Frank and the others also burst into laughter. "Or, does that Chinese person know kung fu?"
"Yes."
Jordy Gai nodded, spreading his hands and smiling. "That yellow-skinned monkey knows very powerful Chinese kung fu. Tonight in the Brook District, he even killed Tang Zeichiro. Nick said that even if you put a pistol to that yellow-skinned monkey's head, he wouldn't die."
"Hahaha..."
Liao Zhixian burst into laughter, as if he had heard the greatest joke. He shook his head and chuckled, "Jordy Gai, killing Tang Zeichiro is nothing. If he doesn't use a knife, I could beat him with my taekwondo."
"I don't believe it. Is there anyone in this world more formidable than a gun? Unless it's God wearing a helmet!" Frank directly drew the golden handgun from his waist and said with a disdainful smile.
Rem and Gredien also chuckled, as if they all thought Belter was making a mountain out of a molehill to kill a Chinese person.
"Alright everyone, I don't believe that yellow-skinned monkey is that powerful either."
Jordy Gai stood up and smiled at them. "But this is what the boss ordered us to do, and I hope everyone can cooperate."
"Don't worry, Jordy Gai. We'll wait for that Chinese guy to come."
Liao Zhixian waved his hand, put his arm around the blonde beauty in his embrace, and started drinking and having fun with Frank and the others, seemingly not at all concerned about the "yellow-skinned monkey" Jordy Gai had mentioned, treating him with utter disregard.
Jordy Gai went to another side of the factory. Several subordinates, armed with guns, were gathered at the entrance of a basement, drinking and playing cards. Upon seeing Jordy Gai, they all stood up and greeted him. Jordy Gai directly descended into the basement corridor and arrived at the first door. Inside was a huge drug manufacturing plant, where dozens of people were working in shifts to produce drugs. The daily output of methamphetamine synthesized here reached several tons. However, this amount of drugs was far from enough to satisfy the huge market in the United States. Therefore, most of the drugs were still secretly transported from Mexico.
The Dragon Gang drug syndicate's rapid expansion and dominance over a large portion of the US market in just a few years was due to their drug transportation channels from Mexico being protected by people in high places, which allowed the drugs to be transported to the US so smoothly. It was well known that the US had very strict controls on drugs. However, as the world's largest drug-producing country and a neighbor of the US, Mexico, despite the strict controls, still had people risking their lives for wealth to engage in the smuggling of drugs because the profits were unimaginably high.
Jordy Gai walked through the long corridor to the second door. Inside was another huge space, filled with a large quantity of drugs transported from Mexico and temporarily stored here. After turning a corner, he entered the third iron door in the corridor, which led to Belter's office. Jiang Wenhao, beaten to the brink of death, was hanging from a metal frame, now unconscious.
Inside the office, there was another room, luxuriously decorated and spacious. Three beautiful blonde women were lying on a large bed. Belter was lying in the middle. Jordy Gai knocked on the door and said, "Boss, Frank and the others have arrived."
"Then let them all wait. Don't disturb my sleep."
Belter's impatient voice came from inside, along with the women's delighted cries. Jordy Gai smiled, returned to the sofa in the office, poured himself a glass of wine, and walked to the metal frame. He looked at Jiang Wenhao hanging there and splashed the foreign wine onto him.
"Urgh..."
Jiang Wenhao was startled awake. He opened his right eye and looked at the burly, smirking Jordy Gai. This guy just didn't want Jiang Wenhao to sleep. He turned back to the sofa and continued drinking.
With his left eye swollen and blackened, unable to open, Jiang Wenhao used his remaining right eye to look at the iron door of the office, as if yearning for the sight of his teacher kicking the door open.
At this moment, Wan Yunting, running at his usual pace, had reached the vicinity of the Feimeng Car Junkyard. However, as the area was like a desert, there were no cover around the vast ruins. Fortunately, most of the people inside were gathered at the entrance of the junkyard. On the west side of the junkyard, there were fewer guards, but three-man groups of armed drug dealers could still be seen patrolling the vast junkyard. However, they were very lax, showing no defensive vigilance, patrolling while chatting and laughing. They didn't notice Wan Yunting lying on the ground just two hundred meters away on the west side. In the center of the junkyard, a tall tower was built with a large searchlight. Two drug dealer subordinates were rotating the searchlight, scanning the surroundings of the junkyard, but they were carelessly shining it while smoking, seemingly not worried about anyone entering.
Wan Yunting, lying on the ground, observed for about ten minutes, confirming that the patrols and lookouts within the junkyard had no sense of alert. He then seized the moment when the searchlight just passed him, and instantly sprang up like a leopard, charging towards the car junkyard at his fastest speed.
As there were no guardrails on the cars, and the scrap cars piled up inside were stacked two layers high, Wan Yunting dodged into the piled-up scrap cars with a swift movement. The stacked vehicles were neatly arranged, forming small paths for passage, and there were people patrolling and guarding them.
Wan Yunting took out his phone and checked the location of Jiang Wenhao's phone. It showed that he was in the large factory within the junkyard. So, he began to move through the vast junkyard, slowly approaching the large factory. He also silently arrived at the entrance of the junkyard. He saw hundreds of various sports cars gathered at the entrance, their headlights on, and several bonfires lit. A group of drug dealer underlings, regardless of skin color or race, were drinking and having a good time, everyone armed. Wan Yunting hid in the shadows, observing this scene and estimating that there were probably two to three hundred people. At the same time, he saw another convoy of vehicles arriving on the dirt road in the distance, with squad leaders from another sector bringing their men to assemble. From this, it was clear that the other side was gathering more underlings to deal with him tonight. After all, Wan Yunting's reputation from his time in Southeast Asia had been experienced by Fang Tai, Chen Guangyang, and Huang Zhiming, so they had instructed Belter to prepare more men.
Suddenly, Wan Yunting felt a few people approaching from behind. He immediately dodged and hid inside a scrapped car. A few armed drug dealer subordinates came to patrol, but it was dark, and they were all drunk, just wandering around aimlessly. They didn't notice Wan Yunting, who was hiding in the car. He didn't make a move on these subordinates, to avoid causing any accidents that might alert others. However, from the relaxed state of these people, Wan Yunting could tell that they certainly didn't expect him to come tonight.