Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

The truck rumbled.

Shimizu, clad in black and gold, stood in the truck's cargo area, squinting as he recalled the information Penguin had given him.

The Sparaletta family, a mid-sized criminal family that had emerged in Gotham a year ago, had Simmons Sparaletta and his son, John Sparaletta, as its core members, along with a few relatives and some capable criminals as the backbone of the Sparaletta family.

Simmons Sparaletta was cunning and treacherous, the strategist and criminal planner of the Sparaletta family, while John Sparaletta was fierce and belligerent, the main enforcer of the Sparaletta family's crimes.

On the surface, they owned a private freight company and a bar.

In reality, they used the freight company as a front to smuggle weapons and traffic human organs, and used the bar as a cover for money laundering. They had about fifty members, mostly peripheral armed members, some of whom were retired soldiers, with a certain number of firearms and a relatively high level of overall combat readiness, but no heavy weapons. A month ago, they were suspected of colluding with other organizations to secretly hijack a shipment from Penguin.

In Shimizu's view, the Sparaletta family's size was no match for Penguin's Iceberg Lounge.

So why would this family clash with Penguin?

There could be many explanations, such as Penguin's shipment containing extremely valuable treasures, tempting these people to risk offending Penguin, or the organization cooperating with these people possessing the strength to confront Penguin, or even a more powerful force, with the Sparaletta family merely being a downstream organization, a disposable tool.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

Shimizu grinned, looking at the scenery outside the glass window.

"I'm just avenging the former boss of the Kidd Cole gang who died at the hands of the Sparaletta family, and incidentally expanding the territory. The battle between the Hogg Union and the Sparaletta family is a normal gang war."

In the cab ahead, the truck driver tossed his cigarette butt out the window and reached out to press a button on the door.

"The signal jamming device is activated. During this time, no calls can be made out of Dex Street. The Sparaletta family can't call for reinforcements for the time being, and the police won't intervene immediately."

The driver's lazy voice came over.

Shimizu nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, that fifty dollars an hour and thirty thousand dollars for the truck are worth it."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Waite, the signal jammer on the roof is not included with the truck. The fee for using it is sixty dollars per minute..."

Shimizu's face darkened.

He should have known that Penguin's favors weren't so easy to come by.

The truck was about to reach its destination. After turning a street corner, it led more than thirty armed bikers to drift and stop in front of a bar.

"What are you doing! This is Sparaletta territory..."

The suited guard in front of the bar shouted loudly.

However, the next moment, the accountant raised his AR15 and opened fire.

One of the suited men fell, while the other, stunned, clutched his bloodied ear and ran back into the bar in a panic.

"We're under attack!!!!!"

The accountant looked at the rifle in his hand with a puzzled expression.

To only hit the ear when firing a rifle at this distance?

"Accountant, let me lead the charge next time."

A tattooed muscleman named Aman shouted at the accountant, then raised a riot shield in his left hand, an M4 in his right, kicked open the door, and charged in.

"Avenge Boss Kidd!"

A group of thugs cheered and rushed in.

"Alright."

The accountant glanced at his slightly slender arms, pushed up his glasses, and followed with his gun.

The one named Aman was the best fighter in the old Kidd gang, a former police academy dropout, tall and muscular, and had undergone some professional training.

In a private room on the second floor of the bar, John Sparaletta, who was drinking with a dancing girl, and Simmons Sparaletta, who was calculating accounts on the third floor, both heard the gunshots from downstairs.

They were under attack!

The Sparaletta family reacted quickly, and under the organization of John Sparaletta and several key members, quickly began to fight back.

The Hogg Union had the advantage of a surprise attack. At this time, not all members of the Sparaletta family were in this bar, and they were caught off guard, so many people died.

But the latter was, after all, a gang with a thicker foundation and stronger strength than the Hogg Union. Under the organization of several retired soldiers, they quickly built an effective defense, blocking the Hogg Union's men on the first floor.

No one was wrong, one head, one shot, one inside, one face, one capacity, one existence, one look!

Soon, people hiding behind sofas, tables, and other objects took out their phones and called the Gotham Police Department.

They couldn't get through.

The signal jammer on the roof of the truck parked outside the bar interfered with all electromagnetic signals here.

"Damn it! Geno and Keane are also injured! And Karls!"

Frank, a blond thug, cowered behind a riot shield, gripping his gun nervously, occasionally finding a chance to stick out half his body and sweep the gun around, not caring whether he hit anyone.

A considerable portion of the Hogg Union thugs had only done extortion and other such activities. Only a few, like Aman, had fired guns and participated in real robberies and gun battles. Their overall strength was two levels lower than that of the Sparaletta family.

"They dare to cause trouble in Sparaletta territory with this kind of strength? Damn it, what does Kidd Cole's death have to do with us? I'm going to kill all these little bastards today!"

John Sparaletta excitedly licked his lips, loading bullets into his submachine gun.

"Be careful, John, they dare to come here, they may have something to rely on."

Simmons Sparaletta held a pistol, carefully advising.

He felt something was wrong.

Obviously, the opposite side was just a rabble, but why haven't these rabble collapsed even now?

The opposite side must have something to rely on!

"Brother Aman, I'm so scared, what should I do if I want to run away."

A green-haired punk cried, covering his calf that had been shot.

"The boss should have practiced his troops enough, you've all seen blood, you should be able to take action, right?"

The muscleman Aman leaned against the pillar, panting heavily.

If Boss Waite doesn't come, they'll really have to explain themselves here!

Just then, the wall of the bar's hall suddenly exploded, and a black steel giant over two meters tall walked out.