The Sacrifice
1456 Words
A year ago, in the old city, two groups of people from the Blood Hand g**g and the Skeleton g**g were in the middle of a firefight in the warehouse area of the abandoned docks, shouting and killing.
"Looking for death!!!"
Carmilla delivered a vicious side kick to the leg of one of the fighters, then grabbed the other's hair and held his head down, crushing the bridge of his nose with a knee.
"All of you! Kill these sons of bitches and show them whose territory this is!" Carmela shouted excitedly.
As the cadre and ace fighter of the Blood Hand g**g, she personally led her men to supervise the battle.
Recently the rival upstart g**g had been making small moves more and more frequently, constantly sending people to harass the Blood Hand g**g's territory and its shops.
Today, she personally led an ambush and finally caught these minions.
Skeleton g**g this time came to smash the scene there are ten or so people, compared to the blood hand g**g side only five people, but in the Carmilla one person unstoppable attack, blood hand g**g soon prevailed, a dozen skeleton g**g fighters began to focus manpower to surround Carmilla, but still quickly put down one after another, soon there are no more than a few people left to dare to be in the front.
Carmilla copied a slate and swept it across the jaw of a strong man, directly smashing the other to the ground.
"Not a single one who can fight! Aren't there any opponents who make it more enjoyable?" She laughed maniacally as she swept her eyes over the remaining fighters.
The thrill of wantonly wielding violence filled her brain, when she keenly heard movement behind her, and without thinking she twisted around and threw a punch at her back.
The teenager who had attempted to attack her from behind with a club let out an "ah" and stumbled backwards, covering his ribs, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.
"f**k you, why you again?"
Carmilla snapped, recognising the teenager in front of her as one of the people who had previously poked their way into the warehouse she was guarding.
It was the brat who claimed to be curing her mother's misery.
The teenager covered his shoulder and looked at Carmilla with fear in his eyes.
Carmilla didn't take kindly to it and slammed a right hook over to the teenager's cheek, instantly two bloodied broken teeth flew out.
The teenager was knocked to the ground, the sharp pain of the broken teeth almost making his mind go blank.
"To pick up a life and come back as cannon fodder, it's not unfair to be beaten to death!" Carmilla picked up the stick on the ground and stared at the teenager with a murderous look on her face.
The teenager immediately drew in a breath of cold air, crawled up from the ground with his arse in the air, turned around and flew up.
"Rubbish!!!" Carmilla spat, throwing the stick away.
At that moment, the sound of a horse's hooves came over.
"The cops are coming!!!" It was unknown who shouted first.
The melee crowd immediately stopped and turned their heads in unison to look, a group of mounted police were charging aggressively this way, with some officers firing their guns into the sky.
"Run!!!" The crowd immediately scattered.
"s**t!" Carmilla immediately realised that she had been counted out and turned towards a low wall and darted over it to escape.
Two hours later ......
Old Town, Skeleton g**g stronghold.
"It's really thanks to you guys being able to run back." The cadre of the Skeleton g**g stood in the room, looking at his men lined up in front of him.
Two teenagers were also standing among them, one of them had bruises hanging on his face.
"Sixteen people were beaten up by five people, disgraceful! You guys are pretty clean huh, you were all watching the show during the fight weren't you? Ah?" The cadre loudly reprimanded, "The organisation has put up a bounty of five hundred pounds for that Tyrannosaurus Rex girl, just beat her into the hospital, money is in front of your eyes don't want it ah you guys?"
The teenager with the bruises on his face silently licked the roots of his broken teeth, it was in the hope of getting the bounty his g**g had put up for Carmilla that he had gone out of his way to sneak up on Carmilla.
"But well, it was somewhat fruitful this time." The cadre's tone suddenly softened again, "The latest news is that the mounted police have caught Carmilla, and a few of our brothers were arrested as well, but not at a loss. It's just a pity that this is just a mob fight, she'll be out in ten days and half a month, we need to seize this time to grab territory, got it?"
A few of the men with a smarter head glanced cautiously at the cadre, and quickly withdrew their eyes.
They vaguely sensed that the group of mounted police, they were afraid that Cadre had arranged for someone to report the case in advance.
The mounted police were recently trying their best to c***k down on the Bloodshed g**g, which had the largest sphere of influence in the old city, and Carmela, who was a cadre of the Bloodshed g**g, was also a key target of the police's attention.
The cadres put a bounty on Carmilla and sent them to harass the territory managed by Carmilla in order to trigger such a conflict, and then use this as a way to get the mounted police to go over and make arrests.
To put it bluntly, they, the newcomers, were just victims used by the g**g to hold Carmilla in check.
The cadre scanned the men in front of them, finally settling his gaze on the teenager with bruises on his face.
"Bailey." He called the teenager's name.
"In!" The teen immediately tensed up, eyes fixed on his toes.
"You're the only one of those who came back with a hangnail. I've heard about it, and being able to muster up the courage to sneak up on that woman was pretty level-headed, though not quite experienced enough." The cadre suddenly reached out and patted the teenager's shoulder, his voice carrying a few points of commendation, "I say you all, learn from him, learn from him. One by one, when it's time to go on as a shrunken head turtle, why do I raise you guys?"
The teenager named Bailey looked up flattered, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Beaten by that woman, right? The injury is quite serious ah ......" The cadre asked in a very concerned tone.
"I, I'm fine ......" Bailey scowled and nodded.
"Young people don't think you're okay after taking a few punches, turn around and have any secret injuries that you didn't notice and die without even knowing." The cadre said with a kind face, "I know a good doctor, turn around and I'll take you to get checked out. Today, the first time you went out to fight, you behaved quite well."
"Thank you, thank you big brother!" Bailey bowed in fear.
"You stay first, I have something to say to you alone. All of you, go back." The cadre waved his finger, signalling for the others to leave.
The teenager with the scarred face also followed the others out of the room, and before going out, he subconsciously twisted his head to look at his good brother who stayed in the room.
After the door closed, only Bailey, Cadre, and two bodyguards with cold expressions were left in the room.
"You really didn't let me down, I can tell that you're loyal to the organisation." Cadre pressed both of his hands on the teenager's shoulders, "Seeing your performance today, I have decided to reuse you. I've heard about your situation, your mother is sick and needs a large sum of money to be cured right. This is something that I might be able to help you with."
Bailey's eyes widened in joy, followed by another bend, "Thank you big brother!!!"
"It's fine, it's fine, it should be." The cadre laughed, "But well, correspondingly, I also have an important task I want to give you. So Bailey, are you willing to make some sacrifices for the organisation ......?"
"Sacrifice?" The teenager sensed something was wrong and raised his head.
Looking at the wry smile hanging on the cadre's face, he suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine.
......
The next day, the teenager's body was found in an alley near his house.
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