mijobooks Chapter 61 Whose Encirclement?
Chapter 61 Whose Encirclement?
The scarred black man's name was Marcus.
The squad he led was originally the most feared violent squad in the Black Penguin team, specializing in cleaning up street troublemakers and seizing territory for the gang.
Because of their outstanding performance, they received a particularly generous share of the jars within the team.
Marcus can easily earn $100 a day, enough for him and his team to have hot meals every day, and occasionally even a bottle of whiskey to satisfy their cravings.
But everything changed after that black boxer, Brock, appeared.
The leader of the Black Penguin team began to complain that Marcus's team's monthly reports were unremarkable and lacked any surprises, and that their KPIs were far less impressive than Brock's.
Instead, they praised Brock for doing a better job.
As a result, Marcus's team received less and less, and by the last day they couldn't even scrape together $30. The team members were so hungry that they often had to go to the welfare meals.
What devastated Marcus the most was that his girlfriend, a white homeless woman who had been with him for two years, had recently become one of Block's lovers.
So when he heard that Brock had been beaten so badly by Horus of Camp 39 that he couldn't get up, he almost burst out laughing on the spot. He was even grateful to this stranger for getting revenge for him.
However, Marcus soon realized that this was the perfect opportunity for him and his team to regain their leader's trust!
"Horus, I'm sorry," Marcus smiled.
"While I appreciate you for taking care of that bastard, you'll have to make another sacrifice for the sake of my income."
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In Camp 39, Lin Simon lay in his tent and received a message from Donal, the red-haired man with the earring: someone had come to the camp to cause trouble.
After discussing the night watch arrangements with everyone, Lin Ximeng had been resting with his eyes closed and had not gone to sleep.
Lin Ximeng gently pulled open a small gap at the edge of the tent and saw a faint light appearing and disappearing in the downpour at the corner a hundred meters away.
The outline of a car can be vaguely seen.
Lin Ximeng guessed: This must be the car Donald was talking about.
He immediately pulled out his phone, opened the camp group on a social media app, and quickly typed: "Everyone, the uninvited guests have arrived, and I've already thought of ways to welcome them."
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"Everyone, perk up!"
Marcus's voice was cold and hard, and the three black men in the back seat immediately straightened their backs, looking ready to fight at any moment.
Seeing this, the red-haired Donal with the earring quickly spoke up: "Hey, buddy, before we move out, shouldn't we do some research on the enemy?"
His words were actually meant to buy time and give Lin Ximeng enough time to prepare.
A few hours earlier, he was picking up cans in an alley on the edge of 7th Street when Marcus, who was passing by, asked him if he knew how to get to Camp 39 of Horus.
Seeing that some of the people might be a threat to Lin Ximeng, he pretended to lead them the way.
Before Marcus could respond, Donal began to embellish his account of the battle between Horus and Brok, which he had overheard earlier:
"I heard that Horus knew Eastern magic. He didn't put in any effort when beating up Brock. He knocked Brock off his feet with just a few punches, and Brock had to beg for mercy in tears before Horus stopped."
He deliberately exaggerated the details, and the black buddies in the back seat exchanged bewildered glances. One of them muttered, "Sounds even tougher than Brock..."
Marcus's face darkened, and he was about to interrupt.
Donal's phone vibrated; it was a message from Lin Simon:
"Let them in."
He immediately changed the subject: "In short, this Asian kid is not to be trifled with; let's finish this quickly."
Marcus looked stunned, not expecting him to suddenly end things, but without giving it much thought, he opened the car door and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, follow!"
He stepped into the torrential rain first, the icy water instantly soaking through his clothes. His three underlings in the back seat followed him off the bus reluctantly. One of them, a shorter black man, couldn't help but hunch his shoulders and complain, "Damn weather, the rain is so heavy we can't even see the road. This lousy job is killing us."
As soon as he finished speaking, Marcus turned around sharply and glared at him, his scar gleaming with a fierce light in the heavy rain.
He lowered his voice and scolded:
Shut up! Stop talking nonsense and be quiet. As long as you catch him and bring him back, I'll give you a bigger share of the money.
If he gets away, I'll beat you all so badly you won't be able to get up!
The three black henchmen immediately fell silent, no one complained anymore, they all lowered their heads and followed Marcus's footsteps, letting the cold rain soak them to the bone.
They had been working for Marcus for many years. Although he had a bad temper, he was never slow when it came to splitting the profits.
The group clearly wasn't going to turn down money.
The group trudged towards the bridge archway camp, their steps uneven.
Looking into the distance, the camp was completely dark, with no lights on.
A hint of smugness flashed in Marcus's eyes. He gestured for everyone to slow down and sneak into the camp in the dark, confident that Lin Simon and the others were completely unprepared and fast asleep in their tents.
He crouched down, leaned close to his underlings, and whispered instructions: "Each of us, choose a tent, go in and beat them up first, then subdue them. Be quick, beat them until they can't react."
The underlings nodded in agreement and scattered, heading towards different tents.
Marcus, however, focused his attention on the tent in the very center, his intuition telling him that Simon Lin was likely inside.
He quietly unzipped the tent without making a sound and crawled inside.
The tent was dimly lit, but he could vaguely see that the sleeping bags on the ground were bulging, as if someone was sleeping soundly inside.
Marcus gripped the short stick in his hand and swung it violently, smashing it down on the sleeping bag.
A muffled thud echoed in the tent. He immediately pounded on it a few more times, trying to finish off his target as soon as possible.
After hitting him with the stick several times, he didn't hear the slightest sound from the person in the sleeping bag.
Seeing this, Marcus muttered to himself: Is he sleeping so soundly?
As a homeless person, he had no sense of self-protection whatsoever, so he deserved to be beaten.
Thinking of this, he clenched his fist and thumped the sleeping bag again, but there was still no response from inside the sleeping bag, not even the slightest breathing.
Only then did he realize something was wrong. He stopped what he was doing, reached out and unzipped his sleeping bag. Using the dim light filtering through the tent's gaps, he froze instantly:
The sleeping bag was stuffed with cotton-padded clothes, coats and other miscellaneous items, and there wasn't a single person in sight!
"not good!"
Marcus suddenly realized what was happening and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Before the words were even finished, a mocking voice came from all over the camp: "Welcome to Camp 39!"
Immediately afterwards, a huge waterproof tarpaulin fell from the top of the bridge arch, covering Marcus and his scattered underlings like a giant net.
Simon Lin was the first to grab a steel bar and smash it at the cloth mass, followed closely by Jerome, Chris, and others, who haphazardly threw punches and steel bars through the cloth.
The sounds of impact, mingling with the sound of rain, rang out, and soon screams of agony echoed from inside the swaddling cloth.