America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 411 - 215: Bloodbath on the Streets_2

Several Black people looked up in astonishment at the drone, and before they could react, the next second it turned into a self-destructing small plane and crashed directly onto the road beneath Black’s feet.

"wtf..."

Bang!!

Before the echo died, flames shot into the sky, and three Black people were blasted 360 degrees into the air, crashing onto the ground, blue and purple bruises scattered everywhere.

"Holy crap. Such powerful force? How much explosive did you add?" the General Sect Leader was startled himself.

Sieg then explained, "Boss, not much, just about half a palm-sized amount of clay explosives. Some leftovers from the batch we sold to the military district last time, I kept a few boxes in the car for recycling."

"..."

A thumb-sized C4 could blow open the fingerprint glass door of the Little Rock casino, half a palm-sized amount of clay explosives, you’re sending the entire Black family on their way!

Well done! Qibatu’s work is truly worry-free, ensuring a high volume and lethal capacity.

Soon, the explosion also caught the attention of the Blacks at the tire shop, and they streamed out one by one.

"Seriously, are you farming NPCs here? So many people?"

Allen Zhang gawked at the over twenty Blacks running out of the tire shop, somewhat overwhelmed as they grouped together on the road and barked furiously.

"Hey! Who is it!?"

"What kind of people? Motherfucker!!"

"Come out if you have the guts!!"

What are they yelling for?

If I don’t throw a grenade at you, I’d be doing your perfect bombing area a disservice.

Allen Zhang pulled out two grenades, counted down from three, and threw them. The dark shadows whistled past and landed on the ground. As one of the screaming Blacks looked down at the indistinct object at his feet, puzzled.

He shone a flashlight on it, and Black’s face turned pale from shock, and before he could say anything, a loud blast exploded like a thunderclap in the night!

The clustered Blacks jumped up on the spot, flying more than three meters away, tomato juice splashing wildly.

This completely blew the situation wide open.

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!

The other Blacks freaked out, shouting and screaming, and began firing wildly at the obstacles around.

"Fxxk you! They have grenades!!"

"Motherfucker! Stop hiding! Come out if you dare!"

"Dare to offend our Motorcycle Gang? I see you don’t want to live!!"

"Shoot! Shoot fiercely!!" Allen Zhang immediately gave the command.

Pop!! Sieg took the lead, pulling the trigger.

He had already aimed at a Black who seemed to be the leader. Subsonic bullets whistled past, awakening the unprepared Black completely!

His head exploded like a watermelon, the nearby Black people frozen in horror.

"Sniper rifles!! They also have sniper rifles!! No!!"

"Take cover! Cover!!"

The realized Blacks were scared witless, no longer daring to shoot openly on the street, they started to roll and crawl away, crowding together, flipping over like a cowardly mob on a battlefield.

"Run? Where can you run? Today if your two legs can outrun something flying in the sky, then Sieg will take your surname." Allen Zhang sneered coldly, pulling out a self-destructing drone.

Sieg: ??

Beside him, the Beggar Gang Disciples also took out drones one by one, performing a professional operation.

"Here comes the little planes."

Buzzing sounds filled the air, seven or eight drones rose from the roof of the Motel, the flashing neon lights like murderous electronic eyes, a chilling and terrifying black silhouette, like alien killing weapons from the night sky!

Like ghosts, they swooshed out in succession, chasing their prey all over the streets, thin blade-like fan leaves acting like lethal sickles.

The Blacks heard the buzzing rumble overhead, felt their scalps exploding from fright, horrifyingly barefoot in their escape, ditching their shoes.

"Nonono..."

Looking back at the relentlessly pursuing drones like Grim Reapers, in an atmosphere of despair and helplessness, the next second the drones directly crashed into them.

Boom Boom Boom Boom!!!

A series of explosions roared. Flames erupted and smoke filled the air, even carrying a scent of barbecue.

Never had anyone anticipated that locking onto enemies on the battlefield could be such an art, annihilating them so effortlessly.

Allen Zhang glanced at the blood-drenched spectacle and was secretly impressed, thinking how cost-effective this tool was.

However, there were still a few survivors.

Sieg methodically nodded his head and fired shots, sending them on their way.

A family should stick together.

The Blacks from the tire shop were almost entirely wiped out, but the chaos inevitably drew the attention of the Blacks from the repair shop nearby.

Hearing the gunshots from the next street over, they immediately drove over, each carrying a submachine uzi or an Ak, cursing as they poked their heads out of the windows and some even tried to perform stunts by hanging onto the car doors.

As soon as they arrived at the street, their previously fierce convoy suddenly lost its arrogance and screeched to a halt, the driver Black staring at the ground covered in what looked like tomato juice, utterly petrified.

"WTF, what’s going on?"

"Open fire!!"

Allen Zhang had been waiting for these NPCs to respawn and issued the order without hesitation.

Sieg was still leading the way, silent but deadly as he pulled the trigger, looking through the sniper scope to aim at the driver, firing two bullets in rapid succession, the bullets piercing through the car’s windshield. The Black was shot once in the chest and then in the head, getting a harsh lesson, off to meet his great grandma.

May there be no tales of cotton farms in heaven.

The other Blacks in the car watched their fellow get headshot and panicked, jumping out of the vehicle in chaos, screaming and scrambling around the street looking for cover to hide, shivering in fear.

Clearly, blemishes are unacceptable.

Blitz was on an armored transport vehicle, always monitoring the battlefield, operating a laptop, reported, "There are still more than twenty people, huddling behind covers and inside rooms. Some are trying to ride motorcycles to escape and inform others!"

"Sieg, don’t let any of them on motorcycles get away, shoot out their tires!!" Allen Zhang immediately issued the command.

"Boss, you really think too highly of me..." Sieg was a bit speechless.

The General Sect Leader gave him an indisputable look, "I’ll provide support! Is that good enough?"

"I’ll try."

Sieg immediately loaded the magazine and continued to target the Blacks attempting to ride away, rapidly firing the sniper rifle.

The General Sect Leader also set up an AR-15 and started firing single shots at distant Blacks.

But he quickly clicked his tongue, "This gun’s no good! The bullets are too erratic! Can’t hit anyone!!"

"So that Black dodged just by shaking his head? I fired so many shots and only hit his ear?"

What a crappy thing, nowhere near the experience with drones.

Definitely not my shooting skills!

Absolutely impossible!

The rest of the Beggar Gang disciples again employed drones, seven or eight drones hovering overhead, menacing as they buzzed towards the Blacks!

The Blacks had never seen a scene like this,

They were immediately petrified.

Forget them, the untrained Motorcycle Gang who shoots blindly beyond three meters, even if ace special forces arrived today, as long as they were exposed right under our eyes, it’s instant death once their head pops out! Die for me!!

Boom Boom Boom Boom!!!

Another wave of self-destructing drones performing suicide bombing raids, the Blacks were blasted into disarray, wailing and screaming, even if they hid in the corners of rooms, the drones maneuvered cleverly, finding gaps to plunge through.

Directly rushing towards them, meeting their gaze deeply, then smashing directly onto the Blacks!

A key move, not stopping until death is certain.

Accompanied by the sounds of explosions and gunshots, the Motorcycle Gang members were severely injured or killed, dozens of Blacks completely dominated as if they were mere punching bags, the situation overwhelmingly one-sided like being ruthlessly harvested.

The gunshots gradually ceased, bullet casings littered the roof, the remains of Blacks were strewn all over the streets. The parked pickup trucks were riddled with holes, the hoods emitting white smoke, tires all shot up.

Seeing this, Allen Zhang also immediately declared a cease-fire, instructing the Beggar Gang Disciples to begin mopping up operations, going around to shoot again, destroy the bodies, and erase the traces.

Bloodbath on the streets!!

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