The truck rumbled on.
Hardy, dressed in black and gold, stood in the compartment, squinting as he recalled the information the Penguin had given him.
The Sbarletta family, a small to medium-sized criminal family that rose in Gotham a year ago. The core members were Simmons Sbarletta and his son John Sbarletta, along with a few relatives and some capable criminals as the backbone of the Sbarletta family.
Simmons Sbarletta was cunning and deceitful, the mastermind and planner of the Sbarletta family's crimes, while John Sbarletta was fierce and combative, the main executor of the Sbarletta family's crimes.
Officially, they owned a private freight company and a bar.
In reality, they smuggled weapons and trafficked human organs under the guise of the freight company, using the bar as a front for money laundering. They had about fifty members, mostly peripheral armed members, some of whom were retired military personnel with a certain amount of firearms and overall combat skills but lacked heavy firepower. A month ago, they seemed to have joined forces with another organization and secretly hijacked a batch of goods from the Penguin.
In Hardy's view, the Sbarletta family's scale was no match for the Iceberg Lounge of the Penguin.
So why did this family clash with the Penguin?
There could be many explanations, such as the batch of goods from the Penguin containing extremely valuable treasures, prompting these people to risk offending the Penguin. Or the organization they cooperated with had conflicts with the Penguin or even stronger forces, and the Sbarletta family was just a downstream organization of this group, a disposable white glove.
"But what does this have to do with me?"
Hardy grinned and looked at the scenery outside the glass window.
"I'm just avenging Chidi Cole, the former boss who died in the Sbarletta family, and expanding my influence a bit. The battle between the Hog Joint and the Sbarletta family is just a normal gang fight."
In the front cabin, the truck driver threw the cigarette butt out the window and pressed a button next to the door.
"The signal jammer is activated. During this time, no phones in the whole Dek Street can call out, and the Sbarletta family can't call for reinforcements temporarily. The police won't intervene immediately either."
The driver's lazy voice came through.
Hardy nodded in satisfaction.
"Very well, the fifty dollars per hour and the thirty thousand dollars for the car are worth it."
"Sorry, Mr. Watt, the signal jammer on the roof is not included in the car. The cost of using it is sixty dollars per minute..."
Hardy's face darkened.
He should have known that taking advantage of the Penguin wouldn't be so easy.
The truck was about to reach its destination. After turning a corner, it led thirty-odd gun-wielding motorcycle gang members to drift to a stop in front of a bar's entrance.
"What are you doing here! This is Sbarletta's territory..."
The suit-clad guard at the bar's entrance shouted loudly.
But the next moment, the accountant raised his AR15 and started shooting.
Two suit-clad men fell, one clutching his bloodied ear in confusion, and the other ran back into the bar in a panic.
"Someone's attacking!!!"
The accountant looked puzzled at the rifle in his hand.
Shooting from this distance with a rifle, and he only hit the ear?
"Accountant, let me take the lead next time."
A tattooed muscle man named Aman shouted at the accountant, then single-handedly lifted a riot shield with his left hand, an M4 in his right hand, kicked open the door, and charged in.
"For Chidi Boss's revenge!"
The thugs cheered and rushed in.
"Alright."
The accountant looked at his slightly slender arms, pushed his glasses, picked up his gun, and followed.
Aman was the toughest member of the Cole Gang in the past, a dropout from the police academy, tall and muscular, and had received some professional training.
On the second floor of the bar, John Sbarletta was drinking with a dancer, while Simmons Sbarletta was upstairs calculating accounts, both hearing the gunshots downstairs.
Attack!
The Spalletta family reacted quickly. Under the organization of John Spalletta and several key members, they quickly began to counterattack.
The Hogg Union had the advantage of a sudden attack. At that moment, not all members of the Spalletta family were in the bar, and many were caught off guard, resulting in casualties.
However, the Spalletta family, with a stronger foundation and power than the Hogg Union, quickly established an effective defense under the organization of several retired soldiers, blocking the Hogg Union members on the first floor.
Intense gunfire, shattered neon lights, screaming dancers, and frightened guests hiding under tables.
The citizens of Gotham, especially those in the slums, are no strangers to shootings and gang fights. They know how to protect themselves in such situations, but that doesn't mean these guests are not afraid.
Soon, people hiding behind sofas, tables, and other items took out their phones and tried to call the Gotham Police Department.
No signal.
A signal jammer on top of a truck parked outside the bar disrupted all electromagnetic signals in the area.
"Damn it! Geno and Keane are injured! And Carls!"
Frank, the blond thug, nervously held a gun behind a riot shield, occasionally sticking out half of his body to shoot randomly, not caring if he hit anyone.
Many of the Hogg Union thugs had only been involved in extortion activities, while a few, like Aman, had fired guns and participated in armed robberies, but they were the minority. Overall, their strength was two levels lower than that of the Spalletta family.
"With only this kind of strength, they dare to cause trouble on Spalletta's turf? Damn it, the people from the Cole Gang must want to die. What does Chidi Cole's death have to do with us? I'm going to kill all these bastards today!"
John Spalletta licked his lips excitedly, loading his submachine gun.
"Be careful, John. If they dare to come here, they may have backup."
Simon Spalletta held a handgun, cautioning carefully.
He felt something was wrong.
Clearly, they were facing a group of ragtag individuals, but why hadn't this ragtag group collapsed after being attacked for so long?
There must be backup on the other side!
"Big brother Aman, I'm so scared, what should I do if I want to run away?"
The green-haired punk with a mohawk cried, holding his leg that was shot.
"The boss should have trained enough, and you've all seen blood. You should be able to act now, right?"
Muscular Aman leaned against a pillar, panting.
If Water Boss didn't show up soon, they would all be done for!
Just then, the wall of the bar hall exploded, and a black steel giant over two meters tall strode out.