Bringing Justice to the City... Yeah, Right

The silenced pistol proposed earlier for dealing with the people from Sixth Street Gang gave off wisps of white smoke.

He handed the gun to the next person.

The person beside him hesitated for a moment.

He took the gun and fired at the person lying motionless on the ground.

Just like that, the gun was passed around.

Everyone in the room now had blood on their hands.

"Good. Now we're all in the same boat. Leave contacting Sixth Street Gang to me. You just wait to split the money."

Five days later.

When Fidel came to the Black Hotel again, the people from the previous deal were no longer the only ones there.

There were also several men in the room wearing cowboy hats and clothes patterned with the Stars and Stripes.

These people were from Sixth Street Gang.

Fidel instinctively realized something was wrong and turned around, intending to leave.

"Grab him!"

Hearing Sixth Street Gang roar behind him, he no longer hesitated and took off running.

However, just after he ran from the corridor to the staircase, the Sixth Street Gang members lying in ambush on both sides of the stairs smashed a rifle butt into his face.

Fidel fell backward on the spot, his back slamming heavily into the floor.

Blood poured uncontrollably from his nose.

A combat boot stomped hard on Fidel's chest, while several Kinetic Rifles were aimed at his head.

"Kid, still thinking of running? You still want to run now?"

Fidel hurriedly raised both hands.

"I won't run. I won't run."

"That's more like it. If you confess honestly, you might even avoid getting beaten."

The owner of the combat boot moved it away and gestured for his men to pull Fidel off the floor. He also had them bring over a chair.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Malmer. If you've spent any time in Santo Domingo, you should have heard my name. Now, tell me everything you know."

Held down by two Sixth Street Gang brutes like a cat being forced to take a bath, Fidel glanced over the people standing behind Malmer.

The people who had done business with Fidel several times either lowered their heads or looked away.

They did not dare meet his eyes.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Don't play dumb. I know what you came here to do."

Malmer held a Kinetic Handgun.

He pressed the muzzle against Fidel's forehead.

Malmer bared his teeth, revealing a set of poorly maintained teeth.

"I suggest you think carefully. You've fallen into our hands now. You can call to Heaven and Heaven won't answer; call to Earth and Earth won't respond. Even if your backer is Father, there's no way he can help you."

"Your only way out is to cooperate with me."

"You don't need me to describe how chaotic Heywood is, do you? Heywood's security hasn't fallen as low as Pacifica's, but no one would bat an eye if a few more bodies turned up in the street-side trash cans."

Chapter 41: Bringing Justice to the City... Yeah, Right

Inside the Black Hotel.

Fidel was tied to a chair.

One eye was swollen shut, his lips were split, and his body was a bloody mess. No one knew what kind of torture he had endured.

"Father will kill you."

"I don't think so. Never mind. Since you insist..."

Malmer nodded at one of the men standing behind him. "I'm out of patience. Get started."

Sixth Street Gang prided itself on not being an ordinary gang.

Their slogan was "Bring Justice to the City."

That was why Malmer had wanted Fidel to "turn from darkness to light."

Seeing that Fidel remained stubbornly unrepentant, Malmer's patience ran out, and he decided to use force.

The man wore a black, skin-tight Netrunner bodysuit. He was clearly a netrunner.

He walked over to Fidel and opened a case.

Inside was what appeared to be a small, high-tech machine.

The man switched on the machine, then pulled a personal link cable from his wrist and plugged it into the machine.

Next, he pulled a data cable from the machine and inserted it into Fidel's Neural Slots.

Naturally, Fidel refused to submit.

But he was tied firmly to the chair.

He had no way to resist.

Dangerous red light flared in the netrunner's eyes.

Basically everyone had ICE to prevent hacking.

It was like how every house had doors and windows.

But ordinary people's ICE was not advanced. In front of a highly skilled hacker equipped with the right technology, it was as flimsy as paper.

The hacker easily cracked Fidel's ICE and began searching through his brain.

"Got it."

The hacker told Malmer about Father's recent cooperation with a weaponsmith.

Unfortunately, Father was very cautious.

Only a few people knew anything about that weaponsmith.

As luck would have it, Fidel was not one of those few.

He knew nothing about important details such as the weaponsmith's name, gender, age, phone number, or address.

But they had not come away empty-handed. The information they dug out of Fidel's brain did mention the name Jack Wells.

That man named Jack had once been a member of the Valentino Gang. He was not only familiar with Father but also seemed to be a friend of that weaponsmith.

So Malmer had the hacker impersonate Fidel and call Jack.

He promised that Sixth Street Gang would offer a high price.

He claimed that he had already reached an agreement with Sixth Street Gang, and that all Jack had to do was bring Su Xiao to the Black Hotel.

Sixth Street Gang would then reserve a lieutenant's position for both Jack and Su Xiao.

After Jack ended the call, he immediately went to find Father.

Father also sensed that something was wrong.

Fidel was one of his most trusted subordinates, which was why Father had entrusted him with this task.

He did not believe Fidel would betray him. The only possibility was that Sixth Street Gang was behind it.

Back to the present.

At Father's hideout, more than a hundred of Father's men were checking their weapons.

There were many people in the hideout, yet no one spoke.

Everyone silently checked their own weapons.

A murderous air spread through the place.

Su Xiao arrived at Father's hideout and found V and Jack with Father in the office on the second floor.

"Su, you're here."

Su Xiao greeted the three of them in turn and got straight to the point.

"How's the situation?"

"My men have already investigated everything. Sixth Street Gang members have been coming and going at the Black Hotel where the deal is taking place. Besides that, Sixth Street Gang reinforcements are hidden near the Black Hotel. There are roughly fifty to eighty of them."

Jack's anger was written plainly across his face. "Those Sixth Street Gang bastards..."

Father turned his head toward Su Xiao.

"This is a grudge between Sixth Street Gang and me. I'm sorry for dragging you into it, kid. But don't worry. I've already warned the Valentino Gang, and they've agreed to send more men to the block where your apartment is."

Su Xiao appreciated Father's kindness.

However, he had no intention of sitting around waiting for death.

Who ever heard of a thief being guarded against for a thousand days?

On the way there, Jack had already told Su Xiao the details.

Su Xiao knew that this group from Sixth Street Gang had set its sights on him.

Although they did not yet know his name, appearance, phone number, or address, if he truly wanted to feel safe, the best solution was to wipe out the Sixth Street Gang members who had targeted him.

The gangs in the city were all scattered forces, not a single united front.

Take Heywood's Valentino Gang, for example. It was actually divided into many factions.

Sixth Street Gang was the same.

The people targeting Su Xiao were merely one branch, not the entire Sixth Street Gang.

"Set my safety aside for now. How do you plan to deal with Fidel?"

Father was somewhat surprised that Su Xiao had asked about Fidel. "He's my subordinate, working for me. Naturally, I can't just stand by and do nothing. That would break their hearts."

Father knew that if he clashed with Sixth Street Gang, then even if he managed to rescue Fidel in the end, the number of subordinates killed or wounded would certainly be far greater than one Fidel.

If one looked at the problem purely from that perspective, it might seem like a terrible bargain.

But many things could not be measured by simple numbers.

Su Xiao already had a plan and said to Father,

"Although you said this is a grudge between you and Sixth Street Gang, it ultimately concerns me as well. I can't stay out of it. In fact, I have an idea that might minimize your men's losses."

Half a day later.

The Black Hotel.

Several members of Sixth Street Gang saw a vehicle appear on the road in the distance.

"Attention, a vehicle is coming," one of them quickly said over the comms.

Then he raised his hand high, signaling the vehicle to stop.

The SUV slowed down and gradually came to a halt.