Jose swiftly grabbed the man’s head and delivered a powerful knee strike. The man’s head snapped back, and he clutched his nose, feeling the warm trickle of blood. In the next moment, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Outside, chaos erupted as Jose’s men clashed with the black-clad operatives of the cash house. It was like a scene from an action movie, with fists flying and bodies moving in a blur of combat. Jose moved with precision and strength, delivering swift punches and powerful kicks that sent opponents sprawling. His team mirrored his intensity, using a mix of martial arts and street fighting techniques to overpower their adversaries.
One of Jose’s men executed a perfect roundhouse kick, sending an opponent crashing into a stack of crates. Another used a judo throw to flip an attacker over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground with a thud. The sound of fists meeting flesh and the grunts of exertion filled the air as the battle raged on.
Inside, at the inner part of the cash house, the noise from outside caught the attention of those within. “What’s that?” one of them asked, peering towards the door.
“Sounds like trouble outside,” another replied, concern etched on his face.
“Let’s check it out,” a third suggested, and they moved as a group towards the exit.
As they stepped outside, they were met with the sight of their comrades lying defeated on the ground. “Who dares to cause trouble on our turf?!” one of them shouted, spotting Jose nearby. Without hesitation, he charged at Jose, fists raised.
The fight resumed with renewed intensity. Jose sidestepped the attacker’s wild swing and countered with a sharp elbow to the ribs, followed by a swift uppercut that sent the man reeling. Another opponent lunged at him, but Jose ducked under the attack and delivered a spinning kick that knocked the man off his feet.
Around him, his team continued to dismantle the opposition. One of Jose’s men delivered a powerful punch that sent an attacker flying into a wall, while another used a sweeping kick to take down two opponents at once. The sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the alley as the fight reached its climax.
In the end, the new group that had emerged from the cash house was also defeated, lying scattered across the ground. Jose and his team stood victorious, breathing heavily but unscathed, having successfully taken control of the situation.
After taking a deep breath and noticing no more adversaries emerging, Jose looked at his men and asked if they were alright. “We’re okay, Don, just a bit tired,” one of them replied. “If it weren’t for the intense training we went through, we might have been exhausted by the first group that came out,” he added.
Another nodded in agreement. “Even though our training was tough and almost deadly, the results were worth it,” another chimed in.
“Don’t get too excited; you’ll get even stronger. Remember, we’ve only been training for a week, and this is just our first mission,” Jose said, trying to contain his excitement, though inside he felt a thrill like a maniac.
“Search the cash house and gather all usable evidence. Remember: leave only the evidence that explains the high cash flow of this place and their illegal transactions. Anything related to the Gallo or connected to the Gallo Familia must be taken and secured,” Jose ordered.
His men responded immediately, spreading out to search the premises. Soon, they began returning one by one, each holding documents.
“Don, this one details the transactions explaining the high cash flow of the cash house,” one reported. “It looks like they’re operating as loan sharks, offering seemingly low interest rates on the surface, but the actual contracts reveal exorbitant interest rates.”
Another approached and reported, “Don, these are records of the illegal transactions conducted by the cash house, including dates and locations, and other details of their dealings.”
Then, a man came forward holding a ledger. “Boss, this is the ledger,” he said, indicating the book. “It contains the names of people involved in illegal activities. This is significant information.”
Jose nodded, satisfied with the findings. “Good work. Make sure all this information is secured. It will be crucial for our next steps,” he instructed, feeling a sense of accomplishment as his team efficiently gathered the evidence they needed.
After gathering all the necessary items, Jose instructed his team to quickly leave the area and head back to their agreed meeting point. They moved swiftly and quietly, ensuring no trace of their presence was left behind.
Meanwhile, the police chief, who had just finished at the ice factory, received another urgent tip-off. “Another one?” he muttered, glancing at his phone. Without wasting time, he directed his team to the cash house that Jose and his crew had just raided.
Upon arrival, the scene was eerily similar to the ice factory. Bodies lay motionless, evidence of lethal precision in the attacks. The officers spread out, examining the area for any clues. “Check for any surveillance footage,” the chief ordered, though he suspected it would be a dead end.
One officer called out, “Chief, over here!” He had found a document tucked beneath a table. The chief took it, scanning the contents. It detailed the cash house’s transactions and illegal operations, revealing that the person named in the loan company was fictitious. “Looks like someone did our job for us,” the chief remarked, scratching his head in confusion. “But who?”
Another officer approached, shaking his head. “No fingerprints, no witnesses. It’s like they vanished into thin air.”
The chief sighed, “Alright, let’s clean up the scene. But keep your ears open. Whoever’s behind this is making big moves.”
….
Elsewhere, Vlad was on a mission of his own. He entered another cash house with half of his men, while the other half targeted the last cash house of the Gallo Familia. Their objective was clear: disrupt the cash flow that fueled the Gallo Familia’s operations.
Unlike Jose, Vladimir’s approach was direct and forceful. He and his men stormed inside, their presence immediately causing a stir. The guard at the entrance barely had time to react before being subdued.
Inside, the atmosphere was tense. The staff, recognizing the threat, scrambled to respond. “Who are you?” one of them demanded, trying to sound authoritative but failing to mask the fear in his voice.
Vladimir smirked, “Just someone who’s about to make your day a lot worse.” His men fanned out, securing the area with practiced efficiency.
The staff exchanged nervous glances, fully aware that Vladimir’s group meant serious trouble. “Call for backup!” one of them shouted, but it was too late. Vladimir’s men had already taken control, ensuring no calls for help would go through.
Before the man could call for help, one of Vladimir’s men swiftly approached, grabbing his head and slamming it against the cash house wall with a sickening thud. The impact left the man dazed and crumpled on the floor.
Witnessing this, the other staff members sprang into action, rushing to confront Vlad and his team. However, they were met with a level of brutality that surpassed even Jose’s earlier raid. Vladimir’s men fought with ruthless efficiency, showing no mercy. Bones cracked under the force of their blows, and blood splattered as they dismantled their opponents with precision.
One of Vladimir’s men delivered a devastating punch that sent an attacker flying across the room, crashing into a table that splintered under the impact. Another used a brutal knee strike to incapacitate an opponent, leaving him gasping for air on the ground.
The scene was chaotic, reminiscent of an intense action film, with bodies hitting the floor and cries of pain echoing through the cash house. Vladimir himself was a force to be reckoned with, moving through the fray with calculated aggression. He dispatched opponents with swift, lethal strikes, ensuring that none were left standing.
After ensuring the area was cleared and no one was left standing, Vladimir surveyed the bloody scene with a cold smile, satisfied with the outcome. “Gather everything-documents, ledgers, anything that ties this place to the Gallo Familia,” he ordered. “Also, find documents that show this place has no connection to the Gallo Familia. All documents related to Gallo will be crucial for our next steps.”
Upon hearing his instructions, Vladimir’s men immediately sprang into action, spreading out to search the smaller cash house. Compared to the location Jose had raided, this place was more compact, making their task quicker. Once they had gathered the necessary documents and Vladimir confirmed they had what they needed, he ordered them to leave behind any records of illegal transactions unrelated to the Gallo Familia. They ensured no trace of their presence remained before swiftly exiting the scene.
Meanwhile, just as the police were about to leave the cash house raided by Jose, the chief’s phone rang again with another tip-off about the loan company. The chief scratched his head in frustration. “What the heck, another one again?” he exclaimed, feeling both puzzled and exasperated. Despite his suspicions and doubts, he instructed his team to head to the next location-the cash house raided by Vladimir.
The police officers exchanged glances, each one scratching their heads in disbelief at the rapid succession of events. Nonetheless, they prepared to move out, knowing they had another mysterious scene to investigate.