Black found the General Sect Leader’s actions incomprehensible but was greatly shocked.
Seeing Allen Zhang’s tough attitude, looking fearless, Black who sensed something was wrong also quickly got up wanting to leave.
But he was blocked by Bailey and Richie who pressed guns against his face; helpless, they could only plead: "Buddy, we didn’t want any conflict with you guys, we really came with sincerity! Isn’t it good to cooperate and make money together?"
"We can make money on our own. Why should we cooperate with you? Today you dare to sell drugs and weed in the bar, who knows what you’ll dare to do tomorrow! Just stay put, the cops will be here soon," Allen Zhang scolded them irritably.
Mary and Guise had already called the police, the dispatcher who received the notification reported the incident to the control center, dispatching local patrolling officers to investigate the incident. Since it involved gunfire, it at least warranted a two-star task.
Seeing that there was no way around, the desperate Blacks led by Black took a do or die approach, tossing the package to his companion and turned to escape through the back door. Allen Zhang fired without a second word.
Bang! A gunshot sounded!
This time, the General Sect Leader’s aim finally did not miss; from a distance of about ten meters, he hit Black right on his buttocks; the man screamed in pain, clutching his buttocks as he collapsed to the ground.
The nearby Blacks were also frightened, someone attempted to draw a gun from the bag, but the quick-reacting Bailey pounced over and wrestled them to the ground, knocking the gun out of Black’s hand.
Bailey pressed the pistol against Black’s forehead, immediately breaking the skin and causing blood to flow. Richie, having only one hand, couldn’t help much, and could only point his gun at the other Blacks, issuing a warning, making them too afraid to move.
Allen Zhang and his people quickly gained control of the situation, picked up the guns from the ground, removed the magazines to find no bullets, and couldn’t help laughing.
"What use is having more people? To survive out here, you need backing and firepower! You thought you could terrify people with this? Who on the streets could you scare with this?" Allen Zhang cursed at them.
Lying on the ground, Black continued to wail miserably, clutching his buttocks, "Quick! Call an ambulance, I’ve been shot in the butt, I’m going to die!"
"Hold on, the cops will be here soon," Allen Zhang said, completely ignoring him.
He then turned to check on Mary and Guise who were startled, asking, "Are you all okay?"
Mary and Guise, familiar with such scenes, calmed down soon enough, "We’re fine, but what about this money and drugs?"
"Of course, we hand it over to the officers for handling. They tried to sell drugs in our bar and commit armed robbery; we countered inside. This is self-defense," Allen Zhang enlightened them about the law, signaling them not to worry, and he prepared the paperwork and licenses.
It wasn’t long before officers arrived at the scene, the sound of screeching brakes and hurried footsteps came from outside, and it seemed there were quite a number of them.
Bang! The bar door was kicked open, four or five officers poured in, guns raised, loudly commanding: "Police operation!! Hands up!! Let us see your hands!"
Mary and Guise recognized some of the officers, all familiar faces.
They wondered how this bar could have gunfire incidents every now and then. Surely, the crackdown on crime wasn’t thorough enough!
It was necessary to implement Officer Mig’s determination fully!
Allen Zhang and his people cooperated by raising their hands, indicating they were not a threat, "Hey! Officers, good afternoon, we are the ones who called the police! I am the owner of this bar, these people are my employees. The Blacks on the ground are terrorists!"
He placed the prepared documents on the table for the officers to check.
The leading third-level officer with a stern face looked at the Blacks lying on the ground with hands over their heads, the nearby black handbag, and the blood on the ground, immediately understanding what had happened.
He waved his hand to have the Blacks controlled, walked over to inquire about the specifics, "Hello, did you call the police? What happened here?"
Allen Zhang immediately narrated the events to him, innocently saying: "Clearly, these Blacks tried to threaten us, forcing drug trade here. They wanted to rob us at gunpoint when I disagreed, I couldn’t bear it and retaliated. This is my CCW license, my colleagues are also veterans, ours is the newly-opened Veterans’ Bar."
The third-level officer verified the licenses, found no issues, and feeling a bit familiar, wondered: "Aren’t you the Asian who participated in the drug trafficking and wanted criminal operation last time? What’s your relationship with Sieg Comprey?"
"Sieg is my friend, I also know your superior, Officer Mig, and often have dealings privately. My friend, Lawyer Dave, also works in the court," said Allen Zhang.
Hearing this, the third-level officer realized.
It seems he had connections.
The officer’s expression softened significantly, expressing his regret, "I’m sorry that this happened here, God bless you all for not suffering any harm or loss. Next, I will take the people back for questioning. Mr. Jin, you will also need to take your employees to give a statement. Don’t worry, it won’t interfere with your normal business, does your bar have surveillance?"