Late at night on August 19, the Apache Gang in Detroit's Lakeside Industrial Zone was hit by a surprise attack.
Dozens of vehicles charged into the neighborhood. At the front, three bulldozers brutally smashed through rows of detached houses.
Walls came crashing down, bricks, glass, and wood chips flying everywhere, followed by dozens of carbines.
Gunfire erupted at once, and the Apache Gang's Black members were struck down amid screams.
"Fuck! It's the Louis Family!"
"Return fire! Return fire!"
The Apache Gang fought back decisively, but they had fewer than thirty guns in total, most of them pistols.
In just five minutes, the Apache Gang suffered devastating casualties.
They had actually been prepared for a gunfight at any moment, but they had never expected their attackers to be the wealthy and powerful Louis Family.
This organization controlled arms and drug distribution channels. Aside from Cat's Eye, it was Detroit's strongest force.
Although Cat's Eye was powerful, it had no ambition at all. At least half its efforts went into legitimate business.
With the "strongest gang" being so restrained, the other major gangs had grown wildly ambitious. The Louis Family in particular had been constantly expanding its territory in recent years to enlarge its drug market.
Every year, the Louis Family wiped out several small gangs. They never expected that today, it would be the Apache Gang's turn.
The Apache Gang was merely a tiny gang of thirty people. They were no match for a force like this.
"Run! Run!" a mustached Black man screamed, clutching his thigh.
This battle was impossible to fight. After more than a dozen casualties, the Apache Gang had already been crippled.
All they could do was fight while retreating and hope that a few more of them could escape.
"Cato! You need to go too!"