Ahem, it's getting late. There's no need to rush over here; it's all over anyway," Saul said with a smile. "I'll take care of the cleanup. It's better for everyone."
"Impossible! This is a serious matter. If the police arrive late, it's a dereliction of duty," Wells shot back. "If it's just like this, then don't even bother talking about it."
"What if it's just a lack of police resources? I know the city hasn't been funding them much," Saul countered.
"You have five minutes," Wells replied, glancing at his watch.
"Make it ten!" Saul insisted.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Fine!" After ending the call, Saul quickly dialed again. "This is Sean. Get Dart on the line, immediately."
A minute later, Dart answered, "Aren't you—"
"Shut up! In two minutes, I need something to happen to me. Shoot or do whatever it takes to attract the police. I trust you can handle it, right?"
"Okay." Dart understood that Sean was dealing with the Jersey City crew tonight and suspected the Salamanga family had returned. Given Sean's urgent tone, he decided to comply rather than risk trouble.
Sean didn't stop there. "Notify the other gangs; do the same thing right now."
"Got it."
After hanging up, Sean continued making calls. He reached out to various gangs, including Red Camilla and Dardani, before finally calling Old Mike. He wanted Mike to confirm through his connections whether any other Salamanga forces were in Newark, as he intended to eliminate them today.
After a flurry of calls, Sean felt a wave of relief. He believed the chaos caused by the Newark gangs would draw significant police attention, and Wells could help keep things under control.
Now, it was up to Bill to find a crane quickly.
"Damn those Salamanga thugs! They're digging their own graves!"
As Sean stepped out of the room, he noticed the homeowner's family trembling by the door. "I'm sorry for the damage I caused in my haste earlier. But I believe the money I lost will more than cover your losses, right?"
Seeing the gun aimed at him, the homeowner nodded vigorously. "Yes, you're right."
"Also, could you please keep tonight's events a secret? Just think of it as a magical night trip, a fond memory. You will keep it quiet, won't you?"
"Yes, yes, sir! We'll forget it entirely."
"Great! Take care, and have a pleasant night!" With that, Sean waved to his crew, and they vanished into the night.
Once they were out of sight, the homeowner's family collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. "Have a good night, indeed!"
Meanwhile, Bill was already formulating his plan in the car. Since Sean had entrusted him with the factory, he had been busy with various tasks, including modifying the van. He knew Newark well and where to find a crane. Convincing someone to help him in the middle of the night would be easy.
Arriving at a construction vehicle rental company, a dog in the yard barked loudly. Bill jumped out of the car and yelled at the dog. Maybe it was his fierce demeanor or the smell of gunpowder on him, but the dog whimpered and fled.
As he climbed over the gate, a large security guard rushed out with a gun. In the U.S., this was not unusual.
Bill remained calm, raising his hands and pointing to the outside. The guard turned to see a man squatting by a vehicle, an M16A2 pointed directly at him.
Realizing he was outmatched, the guard dropped his weapon with a clatter. Clearly, he wasn't willing to risk his life over a meager paycheck.
"Can you drive a crane?" Bill asked loudly.
"No," the guard shook his head.
"Then go get someone who can. Now!"
"Got it!"
Communication was straightforward, especially when under pressure. Bill quickly entered the vehicle, pointing a gun at a thin man's head. "I need someone to drive a crane for me. You have one second to agree!"
The urgency was palpable, and the thin man hurried back to the parking lot, barely able to control the crane as he drove it toward Bill.
"Why can it move so fast?" someone might ask. The answer was simple: enthusiasm! The presence of a gun definitely added to the urgency.
It was no wonder Bill was rough around the edges; he was pressed for time. He worried about whether Sean could keep the police from intervening. After all, the road was wide, and the police wouldn't just let them pass with a crane.
Fortunately, Sean's quick thinking helped. He had launched a 'Zero Yuan Purchase' campaign in the middle of the night, causing chaos as thousands of people surged into Newark. Causing chaos as thousands of people surged into Newark to beat, smash, and loot. The entire city was thrown into turmoil.
Wells was furious when he received the news. "This is making a mockery of the police force!"
In the middle of the night, the mayor called him, demanding answers. After a heated exchange, Wells had no choice but to shift his focus to controlling the city's chaos and dispersing the looters.
"Primarily disperse them, arrest if necessary," he ordered.
The police force was stretched thin; arresting everyone wasn't feasible. Merging the cases would overwhelm the district attorney, and they didn't have the resources to handle so many arrests. This was about managing workload, public opinion, votes, and the capacity of the prison system. American prisons were privately owned, and profitability had to be considered.
In the midst of all these issues, the black community's unrest was a significant problem. In Newark, where 60% of the population was black, the gangs had a stronger grip on these communities than the police did. This interdependence meant that gangs were, in some ways, essential.
Sean exploited this dynamic to keep the police occupied, giving Bill enough time to execute his plan.
When the crane finally arrived, Sean sighed with relief. "Thank God, we made it."
With a loud crash, the van's suspended wheels hit the ground. To the thin young man's horror, blood began to pour out from the van's compartment with the violent impact.
Bill, however, remained unfazed. He directed the crane operator to lift the van carefully and positioned it for their next move. Time was of the essence, and any delay could spell disaster.
Sean, overseeing the operation, barked orders to his crew, ensuring everything went smoothly. He knew that any mistake could attract unwanted attention, and they couldn't afford any slip-ups. The chaos in Newark provided a temporary shield, but it wouldn't last forever.
"Move it, people! We don't have all night!" Sean yelled.
As the operation continued, Sean's phone buzzed. It was Wells. "The situation is escalating. We can't hold them off much longer."
"Just a little more time. We're almost done here," Sean replied, trying to keep his composure.
"Make it quick. The mayor's breathing down my neck," Wells warned before hanging up.
Sean turned his attention back to the crew. "Hurry up! We're running out of time!"
The team worked with renewed urgency. The crane operator, under Bill's direction, maneuvered the van with precision. The blood pooling on the ground was a grim reminder of the stakes.
Finally, the van was in position. Sean gave a nod to Bill, who signaled the crane operator to lower it gently.
"Good job, everyone. Now let's get out of here," Sean said, his voice filled with relief.
The crew quickly packed up their equipment and climbed into their vehicles. As they sped away, Sean glanced back at the scene, ensuring nothing was left behind that could trace back to them.
Driving through the chaotic streets of Newark, Sean's mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. The Salamanga family had been a formidable opponent, but tonight's operation marked a turning point. He had shown his strength and resourcefulness, ensuring that his position in Newark was solidified.
As they reached a safer part of town, Sean's phone buzzed again. It was Old Mike. "Intel confirmed. No more Salamanga forces in Newark. We're clear."
"Good. Make sure everyone stays alert. We can't afford any surprises," Sean instructed before ending the call.
The night had been long and fraught with tension, but Sean felt a sense of accomplishment. They had faced a significant threat and emerged victorious. Now, all that remained was to consolidate their gains and prepare for whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the dawn approached, Newark began calming down. The police managed to disperse most of the rioters, and some semblance of order was restored. Wells, exhausted but relieved, knew that tonight's events would have lasting repercussions.
For Sean and his crew, it was a night they would never forget. They had navigated through danger and chaos, proving their mettle. And as they drove into the early morning light, they knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.