Night Battle
Group Leader Shi Boxue's concerns had been justified.
That night, Salt Lake City's Iron Hand Society found the small farm on the outskirts. For these local kingpins, it had been a piece of cake.
Of course, the operation team wasn't the only one on a farm nearby. There were more than a dozen farms of various sizes. Many of the startled farmers and their families had taken out their guns and ammunition, watching anxiously as headlights roared past.
There was no chance of a sneak attack. Even making a little less noise would have been giving this rabble too much credit. They didn't even need the Wizards' sentries or their various warning measures. The roar of cars and motorcycles shattered the silence for miles around, and the people in the farm knew right away. Before the attackers could get close, they were already prepared and had put their plan into action.
After the Iron Hand Society drove into the farm where the Canada operation team was stationed, they didn't bother with a word. They grabbed their weapons, jumped out of their cars, and opened fire. A chaotic barrage of guns erupted.
Several fiery streams suddenly swept in from the side, catching the Iron Hand Society off guard and taking down seven or eight of them.
In the darkness, bullets flew everywhere. Without tracer rounds, they were completely aimless—who knew where they would end up? Their accuracy was naturally poor.
But the Chinese side had plenty of machine guns. Their intersecting lines of fire swept back and forth, amid waves of screams and wails. Several of the vehicles carrying the gangsters in their aggressive charge soon caught fire, flames leaping high and illuminating the men.
"Heh, we gave them too much credit!"
Li Bai held a bowl full of