Chapter 5: Rigorous, Ruthless, and Decisive
A car repair shop.
From the outside, everything looks normal; it's just an ordinary shop. However, the inside is quite different. This is a stronghold of Kingpin's men, used for producing laundry detergent. The car repair shop is just a front.
Although Kingpin had bribed most of the district officials, such things couldn't be done openly. So, repair shops, freight centers, garment factories... came into being.
At the factory gate, inside the metal gate, two burly men who looked like bad guys were casually carrying guns, talking and gesturing animatedly about how a certain woman had behaved the previous night.
The two got more and more excited as they talked, wishing they could just abandon their boss's task and go vent their frustrations right now.
However, they dared not disobey Kingpin's will under any circumstances, because they knew that Kingpin only cared about results and would never consider past relationships.
So, although the two of them stood there for ten hours every day, just like today, yesterday, and every single day, they never even once had the thought of sneaking away.
Even though they knew that standing guard was really just standing guard.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Um!?!
The heavy door was knocked on, startling both of them.
"Philip, has the bus already come today?" one person asked the other to confirm.
"Yes." The man named Philip nodded. "The car arrived on time and is still inside."
The two men exchanged a glance and raised their guns.
Who's outside?!
...
...
"I'm just a car thief who does it out of interest!"
After a full ten seconds of silence, someone finally spoke.
A car thief? Just doing it out of interest?!
Get out of here! This is not a place for you!
"But I want to fix a car! Hehehe... I stole a manure truck."
"Guess what I broke!"
There's no prize for guessing correctly!
What the hell is that manure truck?! Would a normal person steal that thing?!
"Get lost if you don't want to die!"
Although the two men sensed something was amiss, they couldn't open the door easily, otherwise the two men with guns would have already started shooting.
...
A longer silence.
The two security guards assumed the guy had already left.
"Philip, go inside and tell Newman that the milk factory may have been exposed."
Milk Factory. This is the code name for this laundry detergent production base. Each of Kingpin's factories has a code name and a direct subordinate to manage it. Kingpin never shows his face, so the lower-level henchmen generally have never seen their boss, and some don't even know who they are working for. As long as they can see money, that's all that matters.
Newman was the manager of the milk factory. This was one of Kingpin's arrangements to hide himself and evade the law.
"Okay, I'll go to the monitoring room again on my way back." Philip nodded: "Then…"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of banging on the door suddenly rang out again. The two men, who had been relaxed, were startled and shrank back, gripping their guns tightly.
Who lives inside a giant pineapple in the deep sea?
"Family members! The community is sending warmth! The Ga Family Army is delivering wine!"
"Brother, what do you have that weighs four hundred jin? Buy it..."
"Wait a minute, let me make another one properly..."
...
Open the door now!
Right now!
Kill him!!!
This was their only thought at that moment! They were willing to accept being punished by Newman later!
The two men, gritting their teeth, stared at each other and saw undisguised hatred in each other's eyes.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor behind him. The bald man with a big gold chain leading the way was Newman, the person in charge of this factory.
"You go open the door, and then everyone just open fire." Newman was ruthless. He was flirting with a white girl he had been eyeing for a long time next to the assembly line, and he was about to win her over. The girl was even praising his hairstyle for being very tasteful. Suddenly, Old Jack from the monitoring room ran over and said that he had filmed a strange guy at the door and insisted that he go and take a look.
"Fine, I'll watch then," Newman said, strutting into the monitoring room with a belly full of anger.
There really was a weirdo, dressed in strange clothes, wearing a strange hat, and his face looked like it was wrapped in bandages, and something seemed to be crawling on his face!
Although Newman Blair came from a street background and was more accustomed to using his fists than his brain, he rose to his current position and became a more respected figure than the bearded biker gang member he admired as a child, all thanks to his decisive actions!
When it's time to be ruthless, don't hesitate at all.
The factory was in a remote location, surrounded by unrelated businesses; no one would come to such a place to repair their car in the middle of the night. And with Kingpin's influence, absolutely no competitor in Brooklyn would dare to try and steal his business.
unless...
Like that madman and the blind man...
We won't let the innocent go free! We'll take action immediately!
He instructed old Jack to guard the back door. Although Newman was illiterate, he was not stupid, so he was also afraid of dying, and this was a necessary preparation.
...
He twisted the lock, then kicked the door open!
Without the slightest hesitation, everyone pulled the trigger immediately.
In the porch, wide enough for a pickup truck to pass through, seven or eight people stood in a straight line, each spitting out a tongue of fire. The instantaneous light was so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes, and the sound was amplified many times over in the semi-enclosed space. It's no exaggeration to say that the sound alone was enough to make one suffer.
Newman stood at the back, and he used a pistol with the flair of a submachine gun.
You're out of luck this time! Who told you to show up where you shouldn't have?
The bullets are all used up.
He gestured with his chin to the two people at the front to go out first, and this time Newman walked in the middle of everyone, together with them into the dissipating smoke.
The air was thick with the sour smell of love... cough cough! And the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air—a smell Newman knew well.
There should be another flavor too...
No.
There was no smell of blood!
Newman quickly realized something was wrong, abandoned his carefree attitude of having the matter settled, and stopped holding the gun with one hand.
After carefully observing the surroundings, sure enough, there were no bodies!
Just as they were about to tell everyone to retreat, a voice came from an unexpected place.
In the sky.
"How can anyone be doing welding in a place like this? It's so harmful to their eyes."
Newman figured he must have used too much laundry detergent earlier, otherwise how could he have seen someone sitting cross-legged in thin air?!
"Hehehehehehe... Cough! Ah cough cough! Never mind, this is not a sound a human could make when they laugh. The flamingo must have something wrong with it!"
Leon reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a bit, but found nothing. A little embarrassed, he said, "That's kind of awkward! Um, do you want some eye drops? They really are bright, I'm blind in both eyes!"
......
Old Jack was guarding the back door when he heard the crackling sounds of gunfire coming from the front door for a good ten seconds, so he figured the problem was solved.
After waiting for a while, and with no one coming to call him, he listlessly smoothed his thinning hair and decided to go back on his own.
Turning back, as he approached the factory, Old Jack gradually slowed his pace.
There was no sound.
Newman isn't like that at all. At times like this, I should be hearing him yelling and cursing and his bunch of cronies fawning over him.
As the oldest guy in the entire factory, Old Jack, as always, decided to leave first!
As for the female workers in the factory, let them die!
He walked quickly and quietly back to the back door, glanced back, and saw no one.
Could it be... that I've misunderstood?
With a determined effort, I ran!
I carefully opened the door a crack; no one was outside.
He slipped out the door, turned back and closed the door without making a sound. Great!
After looking around, Old Jack, like a thief, ran out along the wall.
"Ha! What delicious food have you been secretly eating behind my back?!"
His heart skipped a beat, and old Jack turned his head, trembling, toward the direction from which the sound came...
A person was floating in the air.
Without hesitation, Old Jack threw away his gun and knelt on the ground: "It was...it was them who forced me to do this. My daughter-in-law is sick, I..."
"Hmm~~"
Lyon nodded in agreement: "My grandma also said that dog farts are the smelliest."