4 Chapter 4 Taking revenge for a brother

  The misunderstanding is resolved.

  Hardy also knew that the guy who just took the gun from him was named Sean, and the guy standing at the bedroom door was named Ryder. They were both Bill's men.

  "What happened?"

  Knowing that Bill was seriously injured, Hardy asked anxiously.

  "Bill was still undergoing surgery when we came here. His condition was not good. Let's get him some things and go back. How about we get in the car and talk?" Sean said.

  Hardy immediately followed them into the car.

  Ryan drove, with Sean and Hardy sitting in the back. On the way, he told Hardy that Bill had been shot three times and was now being treated in a private hospital. The situation was very bad.

  They went to collect the bill today, and the other party was the leader of the Spanish gang, named Cook. The Austrian gang did not sell drugs, but there was always a need for that stuff. After negotiation, the Spanish gang was allowed to sell goods in the Austrian gang's neighborhood, and they received part of the profit share.

  Cook was responsible for selling goods in Bill's neighborhood and had five or six people under him. Bill took Sean and Ryder to find Cook. Cook was about to delay and even wanted to default on the bill. Bill said harsh words, but he didn't expect that Cook actually took out his gun and shot Bill several times.

  Then the two sides fired several more shots at each other, and Cook ran away with his men. The two of them quickly took Bill for treatment.

  "We asked around before we came here. That guy Cook lost a lot of money in an underground casino half a month ago about 10,000 US dollars. He probably lost his share, and want to use our share to gamble, so he didn't want to hand it over" Sean said. .

  At this time, Ryder, who was driving, interjected, "I suspect that guy Cook had taken powder and was a little unconscious; otherwise, he wouldn't be so crazy."

  Hardy remembered that Bill said this morning that he would charge a large sum of money; five thousand U.S. dollars should be the share.

  Unexpectedly, there was an accident.

The car quickly arrived at the private clinic.

  The three of them went in, and Sean stopped a female nurse who was passing by. "Ms. Nurse, how is Bill?"

  "The doctor is still doing surgery and removing the bullet from his stomach. He has lost a lot of blood. I don't know if he can survive." Come here."

  The female nurse said this, turned around, and entered the emergency room.

  After waiting for about half an hour, the door of the emergency room finally opened, and a middle-aged doctor and two nurses came out pushing the bed.

  Bill was lying on the bed, his face pale, and his eyes closed and unresponsive.

  "Dr. Murphy, how's Bill doing?" Sean asked.

  Dr. Murphy pushed up his glasses and glanced at Bill. "All three bullets have been removed, and the wounds have been treated. However, his injuries are too serious, and he has lost too much blood. The chance of survival is probably only 30%."

  "I have tried my best and done everything I can. What happens next depends on God's will."

  The nurse pushed the bed into the adjacent ward, and the nurse gave Bill an infusion.

  Hardy looked at Bill, whose face was as pale as paper, and felt very uncomfortable. The two had fought together for three years, and Bill was his best brother.

  Knowing that he was not doing well, he immediately asked himself to come to Los Angeles to help him live here, but now he was injured and on the verge of death.

  After the nurse settled in, she looked at the three hardy people in the room and said impatiently, "You guys go out; you are of no use to the patient here, and you might even bring germs."

  The three people were kicked out of the ward.

  In the yard, Sean handed Hardy a cigarette.

  "Do you know where that cook lives?"

  Hardy asked after taking a deep breath from his cigarette.

  "I know, B43-79 Brown Street, a two-story building." Sean said.

  "What does Cook look like?"

  "Bald, in his forties, was easy to recognize. Why do you ask?" Ryder looked at Hardy and asked.

Hardy had no explanation.

  After the three of them finished smoking, Sean said to Hardy, "We have to go back and report to the boss about Bill. What about you, Jon?"

  "You go, I will stay with Bill here." Hardy said.

  Sean and Ryder drive off.

  It was completely dark outside now.

  It was windy at night. It felt a little cold on the face.

  Hardy came to Bill's ward again. The nurse had gone out, and Bill was the only one left in the room. He was lying quietly on the bed, breathing weakly, and looking pale.

  Hardy walked to the bedside, patted Bill's face and said in a deep voice: "Bill, get through it; even the battlefield won't kill you. It would be too shameful to die in the hands of a gangster."

  "Brother, you can rest assured. Rest here, and I will help you finish what you haven't finished, and I will make the other party pay the price."

  After saying that, he turned and left the room.

  Hardy hailed a taxi on the road and quickly returned to Bill's house.

  The sofa was lifted up to reveal two Colt M1911 pistols underneath.

  Insert the magazine and pull the bolt firmly.

"Crack~!"

  The bullet was loaded.

  Two guns were placed on the coffee table.

  Turning off the lights, Hardy sat silently on the sofa in the living room.

  Hardy didn't know how long it took.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang~~!"

The clock rang. A total of 12 rings.

  It was exactly 12 o'clock in the morning.

  Hardy stood up, grabbed two guns from the coffee table, inserted them into his waist, and took two more magazines and put them in his pockets.

  He took off a hat from the coat rack and put it on his head, lowered it slightly, opened the door, and walked out.

Brown Street.

  In the shadows, Hardy looked at the small building opposite, It was half past one in the morning, and the surroundings were silent.

  Hardy came to the back fence, put his hand on the fence, jumped in, and landed silently on the lawn in the yard.

  Come to the door of the backyard and gently turn the doorknob, plugged in.

  He came to the window and took a look. There was a faint light inside. It should be the long, bright light in the living room. he pushed the window but didn't push it open. Then he walked to another window. Inside was the kitchen. he pushed the sliding window, and there was movement. .

  Slowly lifting the window, Hardy got in nimbly, stepped on the stove, and landed in the house.

  Outside the kitchen was a corridor with several rooms on both sides. Hardy listened close to the door and heard heavy snoring coming from inside.

  He carefully arrived at the living room, where the lights were on, but no one was there. He walked to the front door and opened the door bolt so that he could escape at any time.

  Take off your hat and hang it on the coat rack by the door.

  He pulled out two pistols from behind his back, turned on the safety, and, with the bullets loaded, Hardy opened one of the room doors.

  On the bed, a guy was sleeping soundly.

  Pistol raised.

"Bang!"

  The bullet penetrated directly into the man's head, and the sheets were stained red by the blood mist.

  The guy on the bed trembled slightly and then stopped moving.

  The sound of gunshots woke up the others, and several people immediately rushed out of other rooms with weapons in their hands. But as soon as they opened the door, they were greeted by a dense rain of bullets.

"Bang bang bang~!"

"Bang bang bang bang~!"

  There was loud gunfire in the villa, and the four people who rushed out of the room were all shot in the chest and abdomen and fell to the ground.

  Hardy glanced at these guys. There were no bald heads. It seemed that Cook was not among these guys.

  Just when Hardy was thinking about Cook, a slight noise suddenly came from upstairs. Hardy felt his spirit tense up, and a sense of danger came over him.

  Without any hesitation, he immediately fell forward.

"Bang~!"

  There was a huge gunshot, a big hole was punched in the wall next to Hardy, and gravel splashed into his face.

  Cook slept upstairs. Because he had many enemies, he was usually very alert. He woke up immediately after hearing the gunfire. He went to the bedside and reached for the long gun on the cabinet.

  This is a Winchester M1887 lever-action shotgun. It uses 12-gauge shotguns and is extremely powerful. It once shocked the West. In the Terminator movie, Schwarzenegger used this gun to deal with the T-800 robot.

  Moving the lever hard, the bullet clicked into the chamber, and Cook rushed out of the room in his pajamas.

  He saw a figure through the gap in the stairs, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and shoot him. What was terrible was that the guy actually dodged in advance.

"Asshole, I will kill you!"

"Click~Bang!"

"Click~Bang!"

  Cook fired while walking down. A big hole was blown out of the corner where Hardy was hiding. Because the opponent's firepower was too strong, he was suppressed.

  After thinking about it, Hardy looked at the body on the ground.

  He lifted up a guy and threw it out hard. When Cook saw the figure coming out of it, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

"Bang~!"

  The shotgun hit the corpse, causing blood and flesh to spatter.

  The light was dim, and Cook couldn't see clearly who the body was.

  Attracting Cook's firepower, Hardy finally found an opportunity, flew sideways out of the corner, and fired several shots at the stairs with his pistol.

"Bang bang bang bang~!"

"Ah~!"

A scream.

Cook was shot twice.

  Shot once in the stomach and another in his gun arm, Cook fell to the ground, the shotgun in his hand falling on the stairs, and Gululu rolled underneath.

Hardy stood up, raised his gun, and walked towards Cook.

  Cook finally saw the person coming clearly. It was a young man whom he did not recognize. He looked at him with cold eyes. He could feel the strong murderous intent in the other person.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

Cook begged in pain, holding his stomach.

  Hardy looked at Bald Cook coldly and said, "Do you know bill, that's my brother"

  Cook finally knew who was coming to kill him.

  "I can give you money, all of it, but don't kill."

"Bang~!"

  Before Cook could finish speaking, Hardy shot him in the head.

  He has no interest in talking nonsense with his enemies.

  Looking up at the room, there was blood everywhere in the corridor, on the walls, and in the stairwell. There were six corpses lying in random directions.

  After killing six people, Hardy didn't feel any discomfort. He was even a little excited because of the adrenaline secreted from the battle just now.

  In more than half a year, Hardy's soul has been completely integrated with Jon Hardy's soul. Jon is a guy who has experienced the slaughterhouse of a real war. The current situation is just a small scene for him.

  Arriving at Cook's room, Hardy turned on the light, opened several drawers on the boss's desk, searched, and found a wad of money in one drawer.