The clamor of gunfire rolled like thunder, and tracers streaking through the streets flew like a sideways downpour.
Just like in every previous gang war, Mors stood at the very front with a crowd of underlings behind him.
But unlike before, he was holding a "Ripper" light machine gun fitted with an ammunition belt!
The vicious muzzle spewed savage firepower, its long tongue of flame burning so fiercely that the Iron Hand Gang thugs could barely keep their eyes open.
After giving the room atop the casino a burst, Mors watched Tony retreat from the window, then swung his muzzle toward the casino's front entrance and pulled the trigger with manic laughter.
"Die! Hahahaha! You Iron Hand Gang trash!"
The shrieking hail of bullets instantly shredded the tightly shut doors. The thugs hiding on either side of the entrance had no chance to poke out and return fire. They could only retreat in panic, searching for sturdier cover.
One thug carrying a PU-9 submachine gun failed to dodge in time and took a machine-gun round in the shoulder. His entire arm was torn off, leaving only half a blood-drenched humerus.
"Arghhh!!!"
His pig-slaughter scream rang out at the casino entrance, only to be quickly drowned out by the roaring gunfire.
Mors was not the only one shooting. More than a hundred Hyena Gang members, all armed with assault rifles, were also spraying fire at Tony's casino.
The nearby civilians and gamblers had never seen anything like this. Terrified by the sudden chaos, they fled for their lives from the streets around Last Hand.
In less than five minutes, the entire street had emptied, leaving only the gang members fighting it out.
Under the Hyena Gang's sweeping automatic fire, the Iron Hand Gang members could not even raise their heads.
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