PRI Chapter 48: The End of Sheriff Smith's Criminal Career

In fact, Gian didn't completely trust Alvaro.

Although his secret investigation revealed that Border Prison indeed had prisoners escape and was indeed searching for escaped convicts but he still didn't trust Alvaro.

So Gian also asked people at the police station to help investigate.

However, facts proved that Alvaro hadn't been bought by the police. The police had not received any reports from the prison about the attack but he still had some distrust of Alvaro.

Especially since Luis often spoke ill of Alvaro to Gian.

Saying he was a coward who might have sold out his other companions to gain the chance of release.

This wasn't a joke.

Many people in the gang knew that Alvaro wasn't a ruthless guy. He was good at calculating, good at identifying goods, good at strategizing, but the only thing he wasn't good at was killing.

The reason he could enter the Mexican drug dealer circle was all thanks to his father.

And last time when he was thrown into Miguel's team, Gian also wanted him to practice with the prison.

After all, the guards there were all wastes recruited from society.

They wouldn't pose any obstacles.

However, he didn't expect that Miguel's entire group died.

Only Alvaro survived.

When Luis said that Alvaro sold out his companions' information to save his own life, Gian naturally thought it was very possible.

But now Alvaro was saying that Luis was the betrayer, who wanted to team up with Sheriff Smith against him?

Even April Fool's lies wouldn't be this ridiculous!

Gian pointed his gun at the panicked Alvaro, "Are you fucking looking to die?"

"Speak! Who instructed you to..."

Before he could finish speaking, everyone in the private room heard a violent gunshot from downstairs.

"Bang!"

It sounded like multiple bullets burst out in an instant.

"Shotgun!" Gian immediately reacted, kicked over the dining table, and cursed, "Fuck!"

The pot-bellied Sheriff Smith also became flustered, drew his service weapon, and ran to Gian's side.

"What happened!" he demanded loudly, his face full of anger.

"Don't worry, Sheriff. No matter who's outside, my people will handle it." Gian first comforted his partner, but his heart began to harbor suspicions.

Then he turned to look at Alvaro and found this guy was also scared, hiding under the vase table, clutching a ridiculous fork in his hand.

"Damn." His cowardly posture obviously couldn't be fake, and Gian felt much more at ease.

He casually threw another pistol to him, "We Mexicans don't have cowards!"

"Yes, yes, boss." Alvaro picked up the gun and silently looked toward Gian's back.

Soon, the door of the private room was pushed open.

A lackey rushed in and shouted as soon as he entered, "Boss, it's the police! It's special forces! Their firepower is fierce!"

"How is that possible!" Sheriff Smith looked shocked but Gian subconsciously remembered what Alvaro had just told him.

So without thinking, he directly turned his gun toward Sheriff Smith, "You son of a bitch, you dare betray Osiel!"

"Hey! What are you doing!" Sheriff Smith incredulously pointed his gun at him too, "Are you fucking threatening an American police officer!"

Although he didn't know why special forces would appear outside Gian's private room, Sheriff Smith's fear had diminished considerably.

What he feared most was some gang that didn't know their place planning to eliminate the Grande Gang tonight.

And dragging him down with them but since it was special forces, there was room for maneuvering.

As long as he insisted that he had asked Gian here to discuss community safety issues, he wouldn't be implicated too much.

After all, he had people above him too.

Drug trade was a multi-billion dollar business. How could just a small police sergeant like him be involved in it?

He was just one link in the chain.

So Sheriff Smith was fearless, just somewhat surprised facing Gian's gun.

"You think I called the police? Damn it, why would I report on myself!"

"Then who was it!" Gian questioned back.

"How the hell would I know!"

Gian thought about it and finally decided to temporarily trust Sheriff Smith.

After all, they had cooperated for so long, and he understood this sergeant's cowardly and timid nature.

If it were him, he couldn't have done something so reckless.

Then who could it be?

Gian was slightly stunned and shouted a name to his lackey, "Luis! Where is he?"

"We didn't see Luis, boss!"

Just as the lackey finished responding, everyone heard another series of gunshots approaching from far to near. Obviously, the invaders had already reached the second floor.

During the original design, to avoid thieves or other organizations' spying, the second floor of the Violet Club had no windows. Anyone wanting to attack the Grande Gang could only break through from the first floor.

And the gang lackeys occupied the only stairway. Logically, it should be easy to defend and hard to attack. The enemy shouldn't have killed their way up so quickly.

But now wasn't the time to think about these things.

So Gian instructed his lackey, "I'm leaving first. You stay here and keep an eye on this fat pig for me!"

"Yes, boss!" The lackey nodded decisively.

Then Gian got up and retreated to the wall root. After tearing off a hanging painting, he pushed open a secret door.

Alvaro and Sheriff Smith widened their eyes, not expecting that this private room actually had a secret passage.

No wonder Gian never ate in other private rooms. He had prepared an escape route long ago.

"Great!" Sheriff Smith got up and ran a few steps, planning to follow Gian.

But Gian once again pointed his gun at him, "Sorry, Sheriff! You can't leave."

"Why! Gian, we're friends!" Sheriff Smith frantically tried to curry favor.

Gian kicked him down and sneered, "I hope you can also gain their friendship when facing those soldiers."

Saying this, he looked at Alvaro, seeming somewhat hesitant.

Seeing this, Alvaro quickly said, "I'll stay behind to help boss cover the rear!"

"Forget it." Gian shook his head, "You come with me. I have other things to assign to you."

"Good!"

Alvaro followed Gian into the secret door without a word.

After they left, the lackey and Sheriff Smith confronted each other, neither willing to put down their guns first.

Half a minute later, the gunfire stopped.

The corridor was so quiet as if nothing had happened.

The lackey quickly pointed his gun at the doorway but the next second he suddenly saw white mist blowing in through the gaps around the door.

"What the fuck is this!"

The lackey and Sheriff Smith didn't dare make any rash moves, but before long, both of them felt weak all over and collapsed simultaneously.

Then they saw a group of burly men rush in from outside.

They wore gas masks, and their pitch-black bulletproof vests were like the feathers of black crows, as if they had walked out of hell.

James looked at these two unlucky guys on the ground and raised his eyebrows, "Looks like Gian escaped."

Pat, the assault team member beside him, said, "Alvaro isn't here either."

James nodded, took the pistol from the lackey's hand, and pressed the dark muzzle against Sheriff Smith's forehead.

"Let... let me go..." Sheriff Smith's strong desire to survive made him cry out for mercy but James didn't even blink and directly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

This fat-headed, big-bellied sergeant who helped drug dealers transport drugs ended his sinful life.

"I really like something the warden said."

James repeated, "What I fucking hate most in my life are drug dealers."

After saying this, he picked up Sheriff Smith's gun, crouched on the ground, and shot the drug dealer lackey across from him.

"Captain, everyone in the club has been dealt with."

Outside the door, Norman walked in, his expression behind the mask very relaxed, "The spray the warden gave us is too useful. Where did he buy it?"

They had originally prepared for personnel casualties, but unexpectedly, Lind had them bring sedative spray cans before leaving.

So they changed the nozzle to an extended spray head and quietly filled the corridor with white mist. Those drug dealers quickly became weak.

This was also why the stairway was so easily captured.

However, after this use, the spray cans were completely depleted.

Facing his teammate's question, James answered, "This isn't something we should know."

Then he got up from the ground and looked toward Riley, who was holding a receiver.

"Where's the location?"

"On the road by Lake Vega."

James looked at the map, "800 meters, follow them."

"Yes."

That's right, they had given Alvaro a tracking device from the beginning. As long as Alvaro stayed by Gian's side, they could find this Grande Gang boss and eliminate him!

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