It’s not that they’re not afraid of dying, it’s that they’re too afraid of dying. If they mess up tonight, they won’t need the police to do anything—Franklin Grant will be the first to kill them.

The fierce battle lasted five minutes. Steven Clark and Sir Howard found themselves running low on ammo, and as the enemy’s encirclement gradually formed, the pressure suddenly intensified.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—

Gunfire erupted. David Carter flanked them with his M4, saw a row of backsides in front of him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The underlings hadn’t expected anyone behind them. Scared out of their wits, they fled in panic, and in the chaos, Sir Howard and Steven Clark stepped out again.

With their firepower suppressed and surrounded, the group of underlings finally calmed down, dropped their guns, and surrendered one after another.

When the fight was over, Steven Clark herded several criminals into a truck and locked them up. Only then did Jack Linton come out of the corner, gripping David Carter’s .38.

To put it bluntly, he was afraid of dying.

Chapter 13 Out of Ammo

“Hahaha, just these rotten potatoes and worthless eggs think they can mess with me? They really don’t know what’s good for them.”

“That’s right, boss, your marksmanship is unmatched, as impressive as ever.”

David Carter quickly offered a flattering remark, but Steven Clark looked on with disdain—Sir Howard’s marksmanship was average, nowhere near as good as his own.

Because his thoughts were written all over his face, he was soon met with a barrage of scolding.

“I told you to investigate the missing guns, but what did you do? You went and raided Franklin Grant’s base ahead of time and even made me come out in person. The case is solved, are you happy now? If those foreigners don’t show up, what happens to the sting operation?”

“Boss, you’re the one who said to drive the truck back to the station…”

“You little punk, still talking back? If I hadn’t just twisted my ankle, I’d teach you a lesson with a scissor kick right now!”

“Boss, hold on, there’ll be plenty of chances to teach him a lesson. What should we do now?”

David Carter stopped Sir Howard: “This isn’t a place to linger. Why don’t we retreat for now?”

“What are you afraid of? Stop being so timid. Call the station and have them get here as fast as possible.”

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. Sir Howard dove to the ground, and Jack Linton and the other two hit the deck as well.

“What’s going on? Who is it this time?”

It was Franklin Grant!

Recently, because of Old Wang’s incident, Franklin Grant had been on edge, worried there was a traitor among his men. Desperate, he contacted the foreign buyers and demanded to move up the deal.

The other side was reluctant, but Franklin Grant claimed there was another batch of buyers eager to buy, so they had no choice but to come.

After a long journey, the group of foreigners had just arrived in Hong Kong. They hadn’t even eaten before Franklin Grant hurriedly dragged them to the parking lot.

With such poor hospitality, it’s no wonder Franklin Grant shouldn’t expect to do business with them again.

But Franklin Grant had no choice. The longer the night dragged on, the more risks there were—he didn’t want to wait even a second longer.

And so, the two groups ran right into each other.

It was all very sudden!

Franklin Grant’s buyers cursed him out, saying this was a terrible experience and there would never be a next time. But since they were already in it, they had no choice but to deal with Jack Linton and his group as quickly as possible and finish the transaction.

Franklin Grant could only offer an awkward smile—he didn’t expect there to be a next time either.

His first deal had already left him on edge, unable to sleep at night. If he did this a few more times, he’d be finished both mentally and physically.

To make matters worse, Franklin Grant’s gang had always survived by selling laundry detergent and collecting protection fees. Aside from being illegal, everything else was just barely passable.

Recently, he had a wild idea and started an investment company, trying to do legitimate business like others.

The result of an amateur dabbling in investments was predictable—Franklin Grant lost everything he had and ended up deep in debt.

Society is harsh, and gangs are even harsher. If you don’t have money, forget about being the boss—praying to Lord Guan won’t help.

Franklin Grant knew this well. With dozens of underlings and mouths to feed, if he couldn’t come up with the money, they’d tear him apart themselves.

He heard that arms trafficking was a quick way to make money, so he decided to take a gamble—if he won, he’d live the high life; if he lost, he’d have to run far away.

As a total newbie with no connections, he had to rely on himself. Franklin Grant accepted anyone and anything—as long as it was a gun, he’d take it, whether it worked or not.

Soon enough, thanks to his foolishness and deep pockets, he earned a reputation as a sucker. The batch of goods he had were all antiques, each older than he was.

Franklin Grant didn’t care—he figured he’d scam whoever he could, polished up the second-hand goods, and started looking for buyers.

Whoever bought this batch was doomed, but by sheer luck, he managed to find these unlucky foreigners.

…

Back to the story—the second shootout began, and the situation was just like before: Franklin Grant’s side only had handguns, while Steven Clark and the other two had superior firepower but were outnumbered.

And they were running out of ammo.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—

Both sides fired back and forth, their aim left to fate. After all that shooting, not a single person was hit.

Franklin Grant couldn’t sit still any longer. The longer this dragged on, the worse it was for him. The foreign suckers were also at their limit—if this kept up, they might start fighting among themselves.

Franklin Grant had his men push a car forward to use as cover, hoping to improve their handgun accuracy.

There were only two cars in total, and all together, just six people.

“Boss, I’m out of ammo—give me some support.”

“I’m out too.”