Chapter 597: Chaos at the Meeting Point

y chasing after her and blocking her way. He was a little nervous, not knowing what to say. His hands kept rubbing together, his heart beating wildly. His face was slightly flushed, wanting to speak,...West, leading his elite special forces, easily walked into the nightclub. The security guards didn't even dare to stop them. It was already past nine in the evening, and the city's nightlife had begun. Inside the club, the dance floor on the first floor was packed with people, young men and women dancing wildly under the flashing lights.

Heavy metal music shook the air, men and women danced wildly, and under the influence of alcohol, men and women in the nightclub began their riotous nightlife. Tables were full, with an almost 100% occupancy rate.

The nightclub had a total of two floors. Compared to the lackluster turnout elsewhere, the second floor was also quite busy, with all the leather sofas filled with guests. In addition, several private luxury booths were also booked by customers.

When West strode into the nightclub with a dozen or so people, an alluring waitress in revealing attire immediately approached him, winking and saying, "Welcome, distinguished gentlemen, to Dark Angel. How may I be of service"

"Get lost!"

West glared at the female server, then grabbed her hair and yanked it roughly, tossing her aside like trash.

"Ah..."

The waiter was thrown to the ground with a thud. West, who was already strong, grabbed the waiter's hair and dragged him out. The waiter's hair was pulled out in clumps. He lay on the ground crying in pain.

This scene quickly caused a stir in the nightclub. The club was already a melting pot of various missions, including several hired thugs employed by the club itself. However, when they saw the cold and murderous aura emanating from West and his companions, they hesitated for a moment and did not dare to step forward to stop them.

And West's group completely ignored it, pulling open a large black bag as they walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"Ah..."

At that moment, someone suddenly screamed. Simultaneously, more people let out terrified screams. West and his companions, who had climbed to the second floor, pulled their submachine guns from their backpacks. At this point, each of them was carrying a submachine gun in hand.

And among them, one man even raised a micro-Uzi and fired a shot toward the rooftop of the second floor of the nightclub.

As soon as everyone saw this, the first floor lobby was like a bomb had been dropped. It erupted in chaos, screams filled the air, some guests ran terrified towards the door, while others cowered under tables and chairs, too frightened to show their faces.

Amidst the panicking guests, a few suddenly brandished firearms as well. Their eyes were fixed on West and his team of mercenaries like they were prey, with an air of unflinching arrogance.

"You mongrels, welcome to hell!"

At that very moment, the heart-shaking heavy metal music suddenly stopped, and Andre's sinister voice echoed throughout the hall!

Before he could finish his words, several people around him had raised their guns.

"Whoosh!"

As the sound echoed, a bullet pierced through the air resistance and struck the head of the leading member of the Golden Warrior Special Forces with pinpoint accuracy, splattering blood everywhere.

Just moments ago, we were in the throes of a joyous nightclub revelry. Now, we've plunged headfirst into hell itself. Screams pierce the air, mingled with cries of agony and an endless barrage of curses...

"Tap tap tap tap..."

More bullets madly swept past West and the others, and in the astonished expressions of the guests, the nightclub transformed. Ordinary patrons scattered throughout the venue had become ruthless demons, unhesitating in their killing.

When Andre stepped forward to speak, the first gunshot rang out. By the time his burst of laughter subsided, it was only a matter of seconds before half of the dozen or so members of the Golden Gorilla Special Forces lay dead. The others, including West, reacted with lightning-fast reflexes and terrifying emergency capabilities, dodging immediately and retaliating in kind.

Faced with the sudden turn of events, West's face darkened to the extreme.

Upon entering the nightclub, West, who had been arrogant moments before, felt his heart sink at the sight. He clearly remembered that when he scoped out the place earlier, he hadn't found any suspicious figures. Now, however, so many had appeared.

And these people were incredibly energetic, like seasoned veterans. The nightclub was filled with their raucous laughter and the sound of gunfire. Their combat prowess was that of elite special forces, akin to the Gung Ho squad. They had the upper hand from the start, quickly overwhelming West and his team.

Ambush!

West's mind flashed these two words, and immediately he reported through the radio, "Boss, there's an ambush, please leave quickly!"

Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom not far from the nightclub, Johnny, who had been smiling and chatting with Saville moments before, heard West's report and his face changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, we've been played. Let's get out of here now!"

Johnny immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and the danger that followed.

West, leading his Diamond Force and who had done so much for him, had never seen him so flustered. Even when faced with danger before, West could always remain calm. Hearing the sound now, he seemed to have little hope left.

It seems that these fifty million aren't easy to come by. Johnny cursed inwardly, the Diamond-backed Special Forces were his ace in the hole. Without these combat personnel, how could he maintain his status as the city's overlord They were worth many times fifty million!

For a moment, Johnny felt a sharp pang of pain.

He didn't even have time to think about why things had suddenly turned into this, even the Diamond Special Forces were caught off guard. At this moment, his only thought was to escape as quickly as possible, the farther the better.

"Bang!"

Before his car could turn around, a deafening explosion roared. The Bentley in front of the Rolls-Royce Phantom instantly turned into a pile of rubble, flames shooting into the sky.

It's done.

As if he had realized something, Johnny's heart sank completely. A sudden, deafening roar startled both Johnny and Saviel, their faces paling as white as paper simultaneously.

But it's not over yet, the best is yet to come.

Even the driver was so scared that his whole body trembled, his mind went blank, and he forgot to drive away immediately. In fact, they were already unable to leave.

The ensuing bombardment dashed all their hopes of escape.

"Boom!"

A second, earth-shattering roar.

"Bang!"

Then, the third sound.

A series of explosions rang out in the street. When Johnny and Saville came to their senses, the three Bentleys surrounding the Rolls-Royce Phantom had all been reduced to rubble, car parts scattering around the Rolls-

The phantom car's body emitted a series of dull thuds.as during his time in the underworld that he saw too many diverse types of punishments. However, compared to the punishment before him now, those were simply weak.'Kulka', truly, is the unparalleled p...