mesbooks Chapter 84 Provocation
Chapter 84 Provocation
As night deepened, Cobert stood on a container at the dock.
Looking down at He Mang's subordinates, who were bustling about like worker ants, he ran his fingers over the documents in his pocket, his eyes filled with ambition.
Through the binoculars, he could clearly see the convoy of goods arriving on time.
Three black trucks drove slowly along the dock road, their headlights piercing the darkness and illuminating the gravel on the road.
As the convoy passed by, He Mang swung his arm violently, and his men, who had been lying in ambush behind the containers, immediately rushed out, and gunshots rang out instantly.
Countless bullets struck the truck, producing dull "bang" sounds.
Sofia's men escorting the goods were caught off guard and were at a disadvantage in the first wave.
After they realized what was happening, they got out of their vehicles and used the trucks as cover to fight back, and the two sides engaged in a fierce gun battle.
Cobbler observed the battle from behind the shipping container. He considered himself a man who made a living with his brains and disdained engaging in such violent activities.
As for the last time he personally took action, it was when he first entered the industry...
Seeing that Sofia's men were gradually running out of manpower, a smug smile appeared on his lips.
If these guys go into hiding, they'll pose a real problem for his control of the Falcone family.
Now that these guys are following Sophia, using He Mang to get rid of them will actually save him a lot of trouble.
The battle ended in less than half an hour. Sofia's men were either killed or wounded, and the three trucks were taken over by He Mang's men.
After dealing with the remaining Sofia henchmen, they quickly drove away from the scene in a truck.
...
"Dude, I think they've started again."
Looking at the chaotic scene, Li Wei couldn't help but complain to Gordon over the phone.
These bastards! Gotham had only had two days of peace and they were already fighting each other. These guys should all be dead.
...
In a warehouse controlled by He Mang, wooden crates were carefully unloaded from a truck.
He Mang gestured to his men to pry open the wooden crates one by one, and the contents were gradually revealed to everyone.
It was all weapons and drugs, which excited He Mang's men.
He Mang looked at these things in front of him without showing any particular reaction, but this behavior caught Cope's attention.
He Mang walked over to Cobbot and handed him a pistol: "Sophia will find out soon."
"This is exactly the effect I wanted."
Cobbler took the pistol, weighed it in his hand, and looked towards the city. "Let her go crazy, let her run wild, that's when we'll have a chance."
After Copeport finished speaking, he smiled at He Mang with a confident and shrewd expression.
News of the hijacking spread like wildfire throughout Gotham overnight.
As the sole bloodline heir of the Falcone family, Sofia became the laughingstock of all of Gotham overnight.
In the study of the Falcone Manor, Sofia smashed a crystal vase on the table to the ground.
Crystal shards scattered and flew everywhere, some landing on her black skirt and leaving tiny scratches.
She stood by the window, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles slightly white, her nails digging deep into her palms, and the sinister look in her eyes almost overflowing.
"Copperfield..."
She muttered the penguin's name under her breath, her voice chillingly cold, "I'll make you pay. I'll make you pay!"
The bodyguard standing to the side bowed his head, not daring to utter a sound in the face of the furious Sofia.
After venting for a while, Sofia finally calmed down.
She slowly turned around, her eyes coldly fixed on the bodyguard: "How are the arrangements for the memorial service going?"
"Miss, we've made contact. It's at St. Mary's Church."
Sofia nodded slightly. "Very well, then let's contact the guests who will attend the memorial service. Since the old man is dead, I must make sure that his and Alberto's memorial services are held in a grand and magnificent manner."
The subordinate was taken aback: "Miss, wouldn't it be dangerous to hold a memorial service at this time? Copeport and He Mang might take the opportunity to cause trouble."
"That's exactly what I want—for them to come."
Sofia's lips curled into a ruthless smile. "I will personally eliminate this traitor in front of everyone to avenge the old man and Alberto."
She raised her hand to straighten her skirt, her tone calm but carrying an undisguised murderous intent.
"Besides inviting guests, I have another task for you."
Sofia looked at her subordinates and said, "Go and bring Cobblestone's mother here. I want him to experience the pain of losing a loved one."
I must make him see with his own eyes how his mother leaves him.
Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement.
Despite their disagreement, the subordinates nodded and followed Sofia's instructions.
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St. Mary's Church, located in the heart of the Falcone family's territory, is one of the oldest churches in Gotham.
The spire pierces the sky, and the stained glass windows gleam brilliantly in the sunlight.
From the outside, this is undoubtedly one of the tallest churches in all of Gotham.
On the day of the memorial service, the area around the church was heavily guarded, with members of the Falcone family armed with guns.
They were scattered in various corners, their eyes scanning the passing crowds warily.
The heads of Gotham's major gangs were all present, almost all dressed in black suits, their faces solemn, yet exchanging probing glances.
Some wanted to take the opportunity to observe the situation, some wanted to pledge allegiance to the new leader, and others were secretly plotting how to get a share of the spoils.
Inside the church, black and white portraits of Carmine and Alberto are placed in front of the altar.
The candles burned, their flickering flames illuminating the smiles on the two people's portraits.
Levi and Gordon arrived at the scene with dozens of police officers. At that moment, police cars were parked in front of the church, their red and blue lights flashing alternately, which was out of place with the solemn atmosphere of the church.
Li Wei took out his sidearm, checked the ammunition, and only opened the car door after confirming that there were no problems.
Looking at the groups of gangsters gathered at the church entrance, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"We have to maintain order at the funeral of a gang leader."
He turned to Gordon and said with a helpless tone, "Gotham is getting more and more surreal."
Gordon straightened his uniform, his expression serious: "At least this can temporarily prevent a shootout. We have no choice but to follow orders from above."
He raised his hand to signal the officers to spread out and guard the various entrances to the church. "Be careful, these men all have guns."
Li Wei nodded and walked into the church.
The church was filled with the mixed scent of lilies and incense, mingling with the tobacco and gunpowder smells emanating from the gangsters, creating an eerie and pungent atmosphere.
He leaned against the corner of the wall, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his finger always on the gun handle, maintaining a high level of vigilance.
Watching those gang leaders with blood on their hands feigning piety before their portraits, he felt nothing but absurdity—Gotham's rules have always been made by the strong.
Law and justice are nothing but empty words here.
Just then, the church doors were pushed open, and Cobert and He Mang walked in side by side.
Copper was wearing a sharp black suit and his hair was neatly combed.
The wound on his arm had been bandaged and hidden in his sleeve, showing no signs of distress.