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There were ten men in total, who had stealthily walked here on foot from a van that stopped a few hundred meters away.

After their informant told them about the truck being in movement, and the lookouts confirmed it, they went to intercept it immediately; although it was only now that the squad actually reached it.

All of them had tan skin, dark hair, and unmistakable features of Hispanic heritage, which they were proud of. Although outside of their "own" districts, many white people would look down on them, these gangsters took their revenge by robbing them and their fat wallets.

From their perspective, this attack was the same thing—both for money and for pleasure.

There never was much love between Cuatro Angulos and King Lion Gang, but tension increased after recent deaths of some people from Cuatro Angulos. Even if they weren\'t important, it didn\'t matter.

Them being killed by a single white guy just proved that King Lion Gang was full of assholes that deserved their territory being taken away by Cuatro Angulos. The rest was greed.

<We are just in time, guys!> the group\'s leader, a lean man with brass beads in his long dreadlocks, said in Spanish. <Get them and the truck before these pale worms realize what\'s going on! Shoot to suppress, but don\'t hit the truck!>

With nods and "yes, sir!" of acknowledgement, the strike team charged toward the parked truck.

Although they took plenty of people—just in case—the plan of Cuatro Angulos relied on swiftness rather than brute force.

Why would they wait for the weapons to be unloaded if they could steal the entire truck much easier and faster?

The Cuatro Angulos thugs opened the garage doors wide and rushed out, wildly shooting at the enemy gangsters. They didn\'t bother aiming precisely, instead suppressing the enemy with a barrage of shots.

The people from King Lion Gang shouted in fright and pain as seemingly endless bullets flew around them and at them. Acting on instinct, they went for the first cover they saw, which wasn\'t always the nearest or the best.

"We are under attack!"

"Shit, shit!"

"The Mexicans!"

"No, wait, don\'t shoot, don\'t shoot me!"

The attackers ran twenty meters facing no resistance, and then spread around with their handguns and rifles. A part of them aimed more precisely at their enemies now, while others

However, because of darkness and poor aim of the shooters, few bullets actually hit the King Lion thugs. And out of these, the worst injuries were prevented by bulletproof vests.

So, although everybody had at least one wound, and some were serious arm or leg wounds, none of the King Lion gangsters died yet. And they were all experienced in combat—after the initial shock wore off, they took their guns and began shooting back.

They were still hopelessly pinned, and with no chance of winning.

Just ten seconds after the initial fight began, a lucky shot hit a King Lion thug in the eye.

Ironically, it was the same thug who sold information about the gun shipment. He was promised that he won\'t be attacked.

Of course, it was a lie.

The attacking squad didn\'t even know who he was.

And no one who was guarding a shipment knew that it was a false one, or that the help was coming.

The desperation only made the defenders fight more recklessly and with more hatred.

Even if each time they peeked out of cover, they risked getting ten bullets to the head, they still did it and tried to aim at one of the enemies.

Even if each time someone reloaded, the pressure on them all only increased, they still sprayed bullets without care.

After a couple minutes of such shooting, there weren\'t many bullets left, and the intensity of the fight decreased, as King Lion people became more stingy with their shots.

Cuatro Angulos people, though, had more people and thus more guns and more bullets—they were still overwhelming the King Lion thugs.

For some of them, this only meant more desperation and rage.

A King Lion thug, a short man with wild eyes, a dozen of scars, and a bleeding graze right over his ear, ran right out of his cover, which prevented him from aiming and firing properly.

"Fuck you! DIE, DIE, DIE!" he shouted on top of his lungs.

He pressed the trigger of his automatic pistol, spraying bullets at the enemies, who didn\'t have much cover to hide behind.

Almost each shot found its target, and the wild volley killed two people and wounded another one in the leg.

But at the same time, more than a dozen bullets flew through the man\'s body, turning him into a swiss cheese. Yet even in death, he kept squeezing the trigger of his gun, although it now ran empty.

In all that carnage, despite the efforts of Cuatro Angulos, a few stray bullets went through the truck with weapons. They left holes in its body, and although nothing important was hit, the Cuatro Angulos leader looked at it with alarm.

<These bastards! C\'mon, push forward and take them down! Focus fire on the left one!>

The attack squad became even more focused. There were only two enemies left, and they focused their fire on one of them.

This made him hide fully behind a concrete car stopping block, which was crumbling under the onslaught.

Then, one of the Cuatro Angulos people stalked to the side, about to finish the remaining resistance like that.

And was almost quietly shot in the back of his head.

It wasn\'t even noticed by his comrades immediately. And when, several seconds later, they did notice—

The dreadlocks of their leader became stained red when a bullet pierced his skull.