Delin Street had only just quieted down when the gang members' movements sent it into an uproar again.
The police still doing the "cleanup" formed another cordon at the entrance to the Rich District. However, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the men heading toward the slums.
"Are these guys going to settle a score?"
"Who cares!"
"It'd be best if all these scumbags and bastards died."
"Oh!"
"My God!"
"What's that bastard carrying?"
Disgusted remarks kept rising from the police cordon until they saw Qin Ran appear with a heavy-caliber machine gun over his shoulder. Their disgust immediately turned into cries of alarm.
It wasn't that these police officers were easily shocked.
They had simply never imagined that one person could operate that weapon without a vehicle to mount it on.
After all, that was...
An aircraft-mounted machine gun!
Or rather, an autocannon!
And when the police saw Qin Ran casually handling the autocannon with just one hand, their expressions shifted repeatedly. Their reasonably straight line immediately began to waver. Some instinctively looked for cover, while their leader took the most direct approach.
"I need backup!"
"That's right, backup!"
"As much as you can send! Not a few police cars-I need the army!"
"Or build me a bunker right here!"
"Otherwise, I quit!"
The officer in charge roared into his radio.
Then his expression grew even uglier as he watched the aircraft autocannon in Qin Ran's hand spit tongues of fire, leveling several buildings in the slums.
He knew exactly what those places were.
They were the dens of several bastards in the slums. Both last night's fighting and the past clashes on Delin Street had been tied to those bastards.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been delighted to see those bastards killed. He might